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“Whatever. You had the chance to help me earlier by letting me go, and you didn’t. Can we just get this over with?” I don’t feel half as defiant as I sound. Mouthing off and pretending this isn’t tearing me up inside are my only ways of getting a little of myself back.
We start down the stairs, and there’s no helping my curiosity. “What’s it going to be tonight?”
“Relax and do as you’re told,” he replies, his voice flat. Like he’s reading off a set of prepared remarks or something.
“Like I have a choice.”
“Just let us do what we’re going to do, and it will be over.” I have to bite my lip to hold back all the many ugly, enraged thoughts running through my head. I could push him down the stairs right now, couldn’t I? We’re still far enough from the bottom that he might seriously hurt himself. No, with my luck, he’d end up just fine. And I would still have to go through with this, only it would be worse because he’d want to get back at me.
We go straight down to the basement, where James is already waiting in front of the TV. Some sort of sports commentary plays, not that I care, but I’d rather watch it than have to acknowledge the man smiling at me now. “Leni. I’m telling you, there’s nothing better to set eyes on after a long day at the office. Knowing you’re here and we’re going to have all this fun together makes it possible for me to get through my day.”
I don’t bother hiding my contempt as I stare at him. If he’s waiting for a response, he’ll be waiting a long time.
His smile fades away, revealing the true man beneath the façade. I guess the game isn’t as much fun if he knows he’s the only one playing. “Get her ready,” he grunts, turning back to the TV.
The coffee table is gone again, this time replaced by something else: a weight bench, smack dab in the center of the floor. Nix steps up behind me while I stare at the bench, wondering what it means. “Time to get undressed.”
Meanwhile, Colt comes walking down the stairs behind us, his tread heavy.
I look over my shoulder, and the sight of the vinyl straps he’s carrying makes my knees shake. They aren’t plain straps, either. There’s a cuff on either end of both of them.
When I don’t start taking my clothes off, Nix decides to help me, pulling the shirt over my head almost before I know what he’s doing. My thoughts are too jumbled, panic, disgust, and hatred all fighting for control of my brain.
I watch Colt arranging the straps under the bench, wrapping them around the metal legs before standing and finally looking at me.
“It’s okay,” Colt says in a whisper, barely audible over the TV. He unbuttons my jeans and lets them fall to the floor. “You’ll be fine. Just lie there, and we’ll get it over with. It’ll be done before you know it.”
He’s such a liar. I can’t bring myself to be grateful for this clumsy attempt at comforting me.
Nothing about this is fine or okay.
It wasn’t enough for James to humiliate me. Now, he needs to be sure I can’t move.
CHAPTER31
It’s not enough to restrain me. He has to make sure I’m completely helpless.
By the time Colt is finished, and James is grunting his approval, I’m as physically and emotionally uncomfortable as I’ve ever been in my life. I’m kneeling on the bench. My feet hang over the edge with my ass in the air. The cuffs around my ankles ensure I can’t move my legs at all. My wrists are down by the floor, the cuffs tight against the bench’s legs, so there is no moving my arms, either. The side of my face is pressed against the padded surface.
I’m also blindfolded and gagged. No speaking or seeing. No moving unless I want to tip the bench over and risk hurting myself badly.
“Very nice,” James decides. The way the bench is set up, the angle I’m at, my pussy and ass are directly in front of his face. “I see you shaved for me today. I appreciate that. Nothing like a nice, smooth pussy.”
If I wasn’t gagged, I would explain I got laser hair removal down there when I was fifteen. A lot of gymnasts do, not that he would care why my pussy is bare. I just want to get this over with.
“You can begin,” he tells his sons. Immediately, I hear them lowering their zippers, ready to jump at Daddy’s command. I can’t stand it. How can they do this? They act like they’re being forced into it, too, but that can’t be true. It’s not like he’s holding a gun to their heads. He’s a big man, but they are big, too. I’m sure they could beat him if the two of them worked together.
They don’t want to. That’s the only answer. And why would they? Look what they’re getting out of it.
“Touch her pussy. Get her nice and wet. I want to see those lips glisten.” At least I don’t have to see his smug, nasty face, but I could deal without having to hear his voice. I wish somebody would put headphones on me so I could avoid that.
One of them touches me down there, stroking my lips before going deeper, parting them, dragging their fingers over my clit to tease my entrance. I’m about as dry as I’ve ever been, especially knowing James is sitting right there, watching every move.
“Come on. Don’t tell me you don’t know how to make a woman’s pussy wet. Get in there. Lick it if you have to.” One of them does, and I groan behind my gag. James must take it as a sound of pleasure because he groans along with me. “That’s more like it. Shove your tongue up there. Fuck her with it.”
Meanwhile, hands land on my back, sliding around to cup my boobs and playing with them. I feel something bump against my head, and I realize it’s somebody’s balls, that they’re standing in front of the bench and leaning down. I certainly hope I don’t end up choking to death on my own vomit with this gag in my mouth.
“That’s enough of that. Nix, give it to her. Hard and deep.” The first thrust pushes me forward, testing the straps. They don’t give, of course, and Nix only pulls me back, closer to him, as he buries himself balls deep.
