Victor noticed. He leaned in like we were sharing wine notes. “Don’t you dare come yet, baby. Hold it.”

I whimpered softly. Ryker didn’t stop. He rubbed perfect circles while Victor’s fingers joined again, stretching me. I was dripping down onto the chair. My legs shook.

The conversation moved on. Marco pushed for more details on how I was “working off” the debt. Victor described it in cold business terms but his fingers told a different story. They fucked me steadily under the table while I tried to eat my steak. Every bite was torture. Pleasure built higher and higher until I thought I would explode.

“Please,” I whispered to...