Punish the Virgin

ond where it would take me. Being in the service of three powerful, beautiful and incredibly charismatic women seemed like an unexpected opportunity.

luxury orders... Routine, in short. Mia, the eldest, entered the room like a storm, wearing a black silk dress that highlighted her figure with undeniable sensuality. She was br

going to need you for something... personal. » There was something strange in

"Of course, Mia. What do you need? » She smiled, but there was nothing

ask too many questions. After all, it wasn't the first time she asked me for personal services. Sometimes she needed m

Mia sat on the edge of the bed, slowly crossing her legs before staring straight into my eyes. "Lucas," she b

"About me? I asked, trying to sound relaxe

eft her sentence hanging, waiting for me to react, but I didn't know what to say. She knew what, exactly? I attempted an awkward smile, thinkin

she know? It wasn't something I shared with anyone. I felt a wave of

slowly getting up and walking towards me. "I

o uncomfortable in my entire life. "I...I don't see why this

liding gently along my shirt. "It's fascinating. And now that I know... I want to have a little

h a big smile. She wore a silk tank top and shorts, an outfit that was both casual and extrem

, Sacha looked at me with that mischievous glint in his eyes that I knew wel

sion and embarrassment. "I don't understand what's happening," I

't be so tense. We just want to help you... explore some things

, as usual. "So, we're talking about Lucas and his innocence, right? » She le

emed determined to make my virginity their new game. I felt like a trapped rabbit, unab

d, but Mia raised a

... ideas. » She moved closer to me again, her breath hot against my skin. "How ab

of being with these incredible women, but another part knew I wasn't r

a good idea," I finally stam

te when you're nervous. Don't worry, Luca

er forget. And honestly, with the three of us, you'll be in the best hands possible. W

determined to make me their plaything. But I couldn't ignore this growing uneasiness inside m

," I said in an almost inaudi

cas. But know one thing..." She moved closer, her mout

fallen into a trap. A trap from which it w

od trembling in front of my computer, trying to concentrate on my tasks. But the very idea of working norm

wasn't just that they had discovered it – it was that they seemed determined to play with it, to draw me into a dynamic tha

opened. I jumped, my heart pounding, and looked up to meet Mia's eyes. She stood there, imposing in her red dress that hu

, "follow me. » It wasn't a request, it was an order. I