“Come on,” Del laughs.
I walk with them to their conference room and see piles of boxes on the table. “What the fuck is this?” I ask.
“This... is paperwork we need to go through,” Ben says. “These are files for the last two quarters.”
“Did you just not do anything? What are we even paying you for?” I snap. I stomp over to the table and open the first box. Del laughs when I see that it’s empty. I glare at him as I move to the next box. Each one I open is empty. I look up to see that Ben and Del are moving toward me. Ben goes around the table while Del walks straight at me. I pick up one of the empty cardboard boxes and launch it at him before I try to slip away.
Del grabs me and swiftly slings me to the table. I give up and just lie where he tossed me. Ben puts his hands on either side of me, and he is upside down as he looks down at me.
“So, we heard that you and Stacy have been talking,” he says with a grin.
“Why am I here?” I ask, ignoring his remark.
“Just wanted to see you. We cleared up everything with the guys earlier in the week,” Del says as he pulls my legs apart to stand between my knees. He slides his hands up my thighs, then slowly drags them back to my knees.
“Guys,” I say with a groan.
“Yes?” Del asks sweetly.
“You two are so nice… please don’t ruin that by teasing me,” I ask.
“Aw, but we want to see you squirm,” Ben says as Del presses his thumbs into the bends of my hips. I let out a breathy moan and arch off the table slightly.
“I swear to God, if either of you edge me, I’m not going to the cabin this weekend,” I threaten.
“Are you saying you want us to make you come, Sadie?” Ben asks with a grin.
“Ah, fuck,” I sigh. “Why is everyone torturing me?”
“Sweetness, tell us you don’t like it, and we’ll all stop,” Del says.
“I like being railed, Del. I don’t like being tortured,” I say, and he laughs.
“Soon, Sadie,” Del says as he grabs my hands and pulls me off the table to stand. “Would you like to take your boxes with you?”
“I’m going home,” I say flatly. “You people stress me out.”
“Understand that what I’m about to say comes from everyone, okay?” Del says he grabs the back of my neck and tilts my chin up with his thumb.
“Okay,” I say quietly.
“You don’t get to come until we let you,” he says. “This includes you touching yourself.”
“The guys will help solve that,” I say with a shrug.
“No, baby. No one is touching you until the cabin trip. They were the first to say that Saturday will be the last time until we have you at the cabin.
“They would not survive,” I laugh. “One of them will break. Lance probably.”
“Honestly, she’s probably right. He has no willpower,” Ben laughs.
“Even so… No touching yourself,” Del says.
“Or what?”
“Or whoever catches you will tie you to a bed and edge you until they think you’ve learned your lesson,” Ben remarks. “Could be five minutes. Could be four hours.”
“You’re all evil,” I say with a frown.