“Fuck him into next week,” he whispered.
Daddy let out a long breath. “When I’m done, it’s your turn.”
“We’ll fill him up.”
Daddy landed a hand on the back of my thigh and let out a low chuckle. “Boy’s all tensed up.”
No fucking shit!
“Take him. I wanna hear him sob. Fall apart completely.”
Rigger was a damn Sadist. He flew under the radar because Daddy’s sadism was loud and boisterous like him, but Rigger wanted to see me suffer.
Daddy hummed, and the mattress shifted as he repositioned himself. One hand landed heavily near my head, causing me to freeze and hold my breath. And he moved it to where I was fisting the sheet.
“If you can’t give a verbal safeword, pinch my hand, Jordan.”
Okay. Understood. Um. Sure. Yeah. Great.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes, Sir,” I choked into the pillow.
“Good.”
This is it.
He offered no words of reassurance. He didn’t tell me it would hurt more if I didn’t relax. He didn’t acknowledge me at all once the final safeword crap was out of the way. He just pressed the head of his cock against my opening and pushed. Pushed, pushed, pushed—in one long, painful thrust, he stretched me out and buried himself deep inside me, stealing my ability to breathe. The onslaught of pain was so immense that I became trapped in my own body. Liquid fire met the sharpest knives that had to be made of ice or something.
He didn’t stop either. He started fucking me right away, with Rigger kneading my butt cheeks and brushing his fingers right where Daddy was taking me.
The burn spread to my lungs, and I knew I had to breathe. I also knew that when I did, the jig would be up. Every ounce of hurt would pour out of me; I’d start bawling my eyes out and beg for mercy.
I would lose all my composure.
Daddy groaned and punched his cock into me, fucking me harder and like a goddamn savage. Over and over, into the mattress, and I was out of air.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, someone save me!
The panic was back, threatening to consume me, and left me no choice. I had to fucking breathe.
The time was up. I shoved the pillow away from me, gasped for air, and unleashed all the pain. I let out a wailing cry so loud that they probably heard it downstairs. Black spots filled my vision, tears started falling, and I couldn’t fucking move. I wouldn’t have been able to fight him even if I’d wanted, I was so paralyzed by the assault. It fucked with my mind too, knowing that the slightest pinch on his hand would end it all. I felt him. He made sure his hand brushed against my own—but that was another part of the mindfuck. I wasn’t scared. Everything just hurt so bad, but my fears were wiped from the surface of the earth.
“Pinch me twice for green, Jordan,” he gritted out.
I let out a sob and flexed my fingers. Trembling, still too rigid, I found the side of his hand and pinched twice.
That was all he needed. He fucked me faster, filling the air with the sound of him pounding into me, and now that he knew I could safeword, maybe he felt that he could let go. He gripped my hips forcefully and pulled me up on all fours, and Rigger appeared in front of me.
He fisted my hair and caused another round of breathless sobs. I couldn’t speak or plead or curse. I could only choke, gasp, and cry my eyes out. They pushed the pain into me, and I pushed it right out again by sobbing.
Rigger pried my fingers from the sheets and moved my hands to his thighs, and he repeated what Daddy had told me. In case I couldn’t safeword verbally, I could pinch him.
I didn’t pinch him. Instead, I sank deeper into the pain, and crying slowly became a relief. Like it was releasing something more than the hurt they caused. My ass was on fucking fire, and I’d never been fucked so brutally, but I was detecting a sliver of light in the dark. Different kinds of tensions were leaving me. Rigger kneaded my shoulders and neck, down my shoulder blades and back, then up again to tug painfully at my hair.
I cried. I cried so hard.
Tears streamed down my face.
