“On your knees,” the first man ordered.

Clara hesitated for half a second, but the sharp slap of his hand against her thigh made her flinch and obey. Blindfolded, she slid off the leather seat, sinking onto the floor between them. The carpet was rough against her knees, but all she could think about was the heat radiating from their bodies as they leaned in closer.

“Hands stay behind your back,” the second man reminded her.

“Open your mouth.”

Clara lifted her chin, lips parting. Her chest rose and fell as her breasts strained against the dress, nipples so hard it hurt.

A zipper made a sound. The sound alone...