Sunlight streamed through the penthouse windows as I stood trembling in front of the full-length mirror. The professional black pencil skirt and crisp white blouse they had chosen for me looked perfectly innocent on the outside — but underneath was a completely different story.
The vibrating plug was still buried deep in my ass, humming on a low setting that made my knees weak. The silver nipple clamps with their tiny bells were attached tightly to my sensitive peaks, hidden beneath the thin blouse but pressing against the fabric so my hard nipples were clearly outlined. Every tiny movement made the bells jingle softly, a constant reminder of my secret shame.
I clutched the hem of my skirt, cheeks burning crimson. "Daddies… please… I can't go to the office like this," I whispered in my small, shy voice. "What if someone hears the bells? What if they see how I'm walking? I'm too embarrassed…"
Damien stepped behind me, his tall frame towering over my smaller one. He wrapped one strong arm around my waist and slid his hand under my skirt, pressing two fingers against the base of the plug, pushing it deeper. I gasped sharply, my thighs squeezing together.
"Rule Number Eight, princess," he growled low in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "At the office, you will smile, stay quiet, and take everything your Daddies give you. No matter who is watching."
Zayn adjusted my blouse, deliberately brushing his thumbs over the clamps so the bells chimed. "And if you're a good little assistant, we might let you cum in the conference room during the board meeting."
Ryker smirked from the side, already recording a short video of my flushed face. "Look at our shy girl. Dressed like a proper secretary but dripping like a whore underneath. Perfect."
Kian kissed my forehead almost tenderly. "You'll do great, baby. Just remember — you belong to us. Every hole. Every moan. Every drop of cum."
The drive to Knight Empire Tower was pure torture. I sat sandwiched between Zayn and Kian in the back seat. The plug buzzed steadily, and every bump in the road made me bite my lip to stop from moaning. Zayn kept his hand under my skirt the entire time, slowly circling my swollen clit without letting me cum.
By the time we reached the 35th floor — the private executive level — my panties (the only pair they allowed me) were completely soaked.
The moment the elevator doors closed, Damien pushed me against the wall. "Lift your skirt, princess."
I obeyed instantly, cheeks flaming as I hiked the tight fabric up to my waist. All four of them stared at my dripping pussy and the jeweled base of the plug.
"Already this wet before we even start work?" Damien tsked. He dropped to his knees, yanked my soaked panties aside, and buried his tongue inside me in one hungry stroke.
I cried out, hands flying to his hair. "D-Daddy… the doors might open… someone might see—"
But he didn't stop. His tongue fucked me deep while Zayn tugged the chain between my nipple clamps, making the bells jingle loudly in the small space. Ryker and Kian stroked their cocks openly, watching my face twist in pleasure and shame.
The elevator dinged at the 35th floor just as I was about to cum. Damien pulled away, leaving me gasping and denied.
"Save it for the office, shy girl," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
The entire executive floor was luxurious — glass walls, modern art, and rows of employees who bowed their heads respectfully as the Knight brothers walked past with me in the middle. I kept my eyes down, thighs pressed together, trying desperately not to let the plug's vibrations or the jingling bells give me away.
Damien's personal office was enormous. The moment the door locked behind us, they pounced.
Zayn bent me over Damien's massive mahogany desk. "Time for your first task, assistant."
He flipped my skirt up, pulled the plug out with a wet pop, and replaced it instantly with his thick cock. I moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the desk.
"Quiet, princess," Kian warned, sliding under the desk between my legs. "Employees are right outside."
While Zayn fucked my ass with deep, powerful strokes, Kian licked my pussy like a starving man. Damien sat in his chair, pulling my head down to take his cock into my mouth. Ryker stood beside us, filming everything while slowly stroking himself.
The sounds were filthy — wet slapping, my muffled moans, the occasional soft jingle of the nipple clamps.
"Such a perfect little office slut," Zayn groaned, spanking my ass lightly. "Taking Daddy's cock in your ass while your mouth is full. Look how well you're learning."
I was crying and drooling around Damien's cock, my body shaking from the dual pleasure. Every time I got close to cumming, Kian would pull back just enough to edge me.
"Please… Daddies… I need to cum… I've been good…" I begged when Damien let me breathe for a second.
Ryker laughed softly. "Not yet. You cum only when the entire board is watching."
The rest of the morning was a blur of secret torture.
During a video call with international partners, I was under Damien's desk on my knees, sucking him slowly while he spoke in a perfectly calm business voice. Every time he thrust deeper into my throat, I had to stay completely silent.
In the private conference room before the board meeting, they laid me on the long table like a feast. All four of them took turns fucking me — one in my pussy, one in my mouth, one using my tits — while the employees gathered outside the glass doors.
By the time the actual board meeting started, I was a mess. I sat beside Damien in my tight skirt, legs crossed tightly, the plug back in my ass on the highest setting. The nipple clamps were still on. Every time someone asked me to take notes, my voice came out shaky and breathy.
Halfway through the meeting, Damien's hand slid under the table and between my thighs. He pushed two fingers inside my dripping pussy while the CEO of a partner company was presenting.
I bit my lip so hard it hurt, trying not to moan. My thighs trembled violently.
"Something wrong, Miss Sharma?" one of the board members asked politely.
I shook my head, voice tiny and humiliated. "N-no, sir… everything is… fine…"
Damien curled his fingers against that perfect spot inside me. Kian, sitting on my other side, turned the plug's vibration even higher.
I came hard under the table — silently, shamefully, my pussy gushing around Damien's fingers while twenty important people sat just inches away.
My vision blurred with tears of overwhelming pleasure and embarrassment.
When the meeting finally ended and everyone left, the four brothers locked the doors.
Damien pulled me onto the conference table, spreading my legs wide for all of them.
"You were such a good girl today, princess," he praised, sliding his cock into my still-spasming pussy. "Now it's time for your real reward."
They took me one after another, then all together — double in my pussy, one in my ass, one in my mouth. The glass walls showed the empty office outside, but the risk that someone could walk by at any moment made everything ten times hotter.
I screamed their names without caring anymore.
"Daddies… please… fill me… ruin your shy little assistant… I need all of you…"
When they finally came, they flooded every hole and painted my face and breasts until I was a sticky, trembling, cum-covered mess on the conference table.
Damien kissed me softly, almost lovingly, while the others cleaned me with warm cloths.
"You survived your first day, princess," he whispered. "But tomorrow… we're inviting a few special guests to watch."
My heart raced with fresh fear and a dark, growing excitement I could no longer deny.
*How much longer can I pretend I'm still the innocent girl they stole?*