“Don’t need one.”
“I thought…” She paused as she couldn’t get out the words.I thought we were going to have sex.
Garrison tapped on something that looked a bit like a sawhorse, something meant for construction work, not sex. He crooked his fingers for her to come over. “This works well.”
Sunny refused to touch it, as if it were a monster she feared might take her hand. Now closer, she realized it wasn’t at all like the construction type, beyond the basic shape. The top was padded, as were two lower pieces. Straps were on both pieces with hooks drilled into other places. The wood was smooth and stained a dark color. It was well-crafted and someone took good care of it.
“What do you think?”
She didn’t answer.
“Give me a number,” Garrison pressed.
Number?She had to think, to slow down her brain. “Um, five?”
He nodded, then patted the top. “See, you get on all fours on it. Your stomach goes here, your knees here. The straps keep you still.”
“But why?” Her ex hadn’t had things like this. He’d never have spent the money on such a thing, would have wondered what the point was.
Her breath came quickly as she thought back, as the reality of the situation hit her for a moment.
Fingers went into her hair, and a quick tug broke her free.
“You can say no,” Garrison said as he pulled his hand away.
Did she want to? Sunny stared at the equipment again, and this time it didn’t look quite as scary…
Besides, her ex had managed to hurt her plenty of times without needing something like this, so there was no reason to fear it.
She grasped the top, trying to figure out the best way to…mount it?
She chuckled at the stupid word.
“Well, I like that sound,” Garrison said before moving around to help her. He placed her knee on the pad, then had her shift over the center and place her other shin on the other side. The center was narrower than she’d realized, a point made clear when Trent walked to the front and reached beneath her. He took her breasts in each of his warm palms, shifting her so they fell to each side of the center.
It made her feel even more exposed, especially when he didn’t bother to pull away at first. No, he teased her nipples, the sadistic jerk, pulling on them as if to drive home the point of just how much access he had.
And she could do nothing but whimper softly, a pathetic little sound she could scarcely believe came from her.
Garrison bent down and clipped her wrists to the bench, then strapped her legs down, over the calf, and one more over her back.
She shifted to see what range of motion she had.
Which turned out to be next to none. She had an inch, perhaps, and despite the moving, Trent continued to tease her nipples the entire time. He crouched, taking one between his lips.
Her hands were slightly in front of her instead of directly below her shoulders, and the top of the bench extended out enough that she could rest her cheek on it. It meant she didn’t have to strain to be comfortable.
Well, as comfortable as a person could be when bound and at the mercy of these three men…
Finally, Trent released her with a noisy pop and, after one last hard nip, he pulled back.
And she was panting, already sweating and completely desperate for more.
A hand was set on her bare back, making her jump before she twisted to find Garrison there. It would take time to get used to so many hands. Before, she’d made sure to know where Tanner’s were, because it had been a matter of her safety.
This time, though, she couldn’t keep track of everything. It was impossible, especially with how they twisted her until she could hardly count herownhands.
The fabric of her skirt shifted, and a breeze stroked across the back of her thighs then her ass.