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This takes place pretty early in the relationship between Clarke and her sixteen CEO lovers.
Office plaything-side stories-Just say the word
Clarke Griffin tried to focus on her work, as much as she could, under the conditions. It wasn't easy, seeing how every so often she would feel a jolt shoot between her legs, making her whimper and shake.
Clarke was at her work, per usual, and she was glad that she was in a different room for everyone else, trying to print something out, as the vibrator inside her worked her cunt and vibrated against her clit. She clenched her jaws, trying to keep her moans from spilling out.
She wore a short, black skirt to tease her fuckbuddies, and was paying for it, since she was trying to keep the bottom of it down, concealing the large, vibrating dildo inside her.
There was an earpiece in her right ear, and she heard one of her fuckbuddies speak to her through it.
Tony Stark practically cooed to her, "Come on, baby girl, you know you want to say it. Say "green," or even just "please, mommy" or "please, daddy," and we'll give you the release you want.
Clarke cursed mentally, the blonde woman's hips humping the toy in her.
The vibrator, colored black with bumps all over it, like her domms knew she loved, was vibrating, but not at a pace that would send her over the edge.
And the people in control of that vibrator, knew it.
The remote was currently in the hands of the CEOs of this company, who were pretending to have a conference talk, but in reality, they were holed up in their office, seated across from each other, and were speaking into a device that would allow her to hear their voices and allow them to hear her, and they were passing around a remote that they were using to torture her further and further.
Clarke gripped the edge of the table she was in front of, as the papers from the printer began to be spewed out, and she glanced at the doorway. She had locked the door before, when the vibrations had begun too strong.
And she knew that no one was likely to come in.
She groaned out, "You guys suck."
She heard multiple snorts from the earpiece she had on.
She groaned out, "Fine. Mommy, daddy, please."
She heard more chuckles, these ones sounding more pleased than before, and almost as soon as she did, the vibrating in her increased fast.
Clarke cried out as she clenched her hands around the edge of the table, bucking her hips as the toy vibrated inside her went faster, impossibly fast, rubbing against her clit and rubbing against her vaginal walls.
Clarke couldn't stop herself, she screamed, as she could feel herself clench around the vibrator.
In their office, the sixteen CEOs listened, all grinning at the sounds they were hearing.
Laura and Natasha shared a grin and Tony and Pepper both smirked in endearment at the device they'd been communicating with Clarke through.
Steve, Carol, Rhodey, Jessica and the others were grinning at the sounds they heard.
Had Clarke said "red," they of course, would have stopped using the vibrator and would have told her instantly to remove it from her.
But she didn't.
They heard Clarke scream loudly and could almost imagine her clenching hard around that toy inside her pussy.
They could almost taste the cum flooding out, soaking the toy, barely leaking out of her, because the toy was still in her.
But they weren't going to stop now.
Now that Clarke had begged? They were not going to stop until she said "red."
"Want a turn?" Tony asked Natasha, lifting up the remote.
Natasha snickered, reaching out. "You know I do, Stark," she said, "Give it here," as soon as Tony handed the remote to Natasha, Natasha put the remote on an even higher setting than Tony had, and as soon as she did, the cries that had died down from where Clarke was, started becoming louder moans.
"I get the remote next afterwards," Bruce said hungrily, staring at the device on the table where Clarke's cries were coming from, imagining Clarke riding the toy, wanting to stop it, but at the same time, never wanting the pleasurable torture to end.
"I'm next after Banner," Jessica said hungrily.
Little whimpers of, "Oh, no, no, no, no," shot out of the device on the table, making Natasha, Tony, Bruce and the other CEOs practically drool, imagining the toy fucking Clarke's wet and always eager hole.
"Clarke," Natasha purred, "If you want us to stop, you need to say 'red.' You know that. Say it and we stop."
But the announcement of "red" never came.
But Clarke did.
Over and over again.