No, she didn’t. They seemed like the same sort from the other night. She enjoyed them and all, but they didn’t strike her as different.
He reached beneath the bench and fiddled with her other clamp. The movement made the teeth of it shift.
The ball was there, in her hand, but she didn’t even consider squeaking it. This was everything she wanted.
Trent repeated whatever he did to the other clamp, brushing against the curve of her breast afterward as if he couldn’t help it. “You see, these work well in this position—ass up. Gravity is something fun to play with. Your breasts hang like this, like some sort of gift, and what can I say? I’m a fan of decorating gifts.”
Sunny had no time to wonder what that meant before Trent shifted, and somethingpulledon the clamps. It made it impossible to forget they were there, made it so her body couldn’t adjust to their presence and deem it unimportant. It tugged constantly on her, something she couldn’t get away from, and the more she shifted, the more whatever it was moved.
Trent leaned in, his lips to her ear again. “Shh, you can take it. I didn’t put a heavy weight on them, just enough for you to stayinterested. But, fuck, you look good. Your poor nipples aresohard—I bet one good stroke on your clit would get you off, wouldn’t it?”
“She’s close,” Connor acknowledged. “Keeps squeezing down on my fingers like the best sort of begging.”
Wetness tracked down her cheeks, and she stopped trying to hide it, trying to keep the tears in. It was all justtoomuch.
She cracked, splitting wide open to whatever they wanted, to whatevershewanted, without reservation.
It was as if they’d reached into her and yanked out the slivers of her past that she’d had stuck there, as if they’d broken her free from whatever held her trapped and unable to move forward.
So she gave in, completely, entirely. She cast her gaze up to Garrison, finally understanding just what submission meant. Not what her ex had tried to teach her, tried to force from her, but what it meant when a person really gave in because they wanted to, because they needed to.
Garrison ran his fingers over her cheek, his voice soft and sweet despite the fact that his cock was buried deep in her mouth. “You see, this is what we wanted, for you to give in before you got anything. So proud of you, my brave little girl.”
She wanted to ask if that meant they’d let her come, but she couldn’t. Besides, the part of her that craved thisenjoyedbeing at their mercy, of her body being used against her. She felt safe and wild and able to relax for the first time in years. She let them hold everything, let them carry the weight of her fears so she didn’t need to.
Connor withdrew his fingers, and the emptiness shocked her at first. She shifted her hips, but when she did, it made the weight connected to her clamps sway, increasing the pressure.
A gasp escaped her, around Garrison’s cock.
Trent chuckled. “Oh, I like that sound. I’m not going to take them off until Garrison finishes, until you swallow his cum, because I want tohearall those pained little noises you make when I do clearly. Until then, I’ll just enjoy the way they’re going to move when Connor fucks you.”
She’d thought having to guess what was going to happen was the worst thing, that having to sit there and wonder made her anxious. It turned out it waswayworse to know exactly what would happen and have to wait for it. It was like feeling a roller coaster going up, seeing the top, knowing how fast it would go down and knowing she couldn’t do a damn thing to get out of it.
Connor pressed his cock against her, the smoothness telling her he’d put on a condom. His grasp was solid against her hip, and he plunged his thick shaft into her with a quick, hard thrust.
And he washuge. She recalled how he’d felt when she’d been in his lap, and she’d been nervous then. That feel was nothing compared to this, to having him spreading her cunt. Despite her being drenched, it was a stretch.
He let out a low sound, too feral to be a groan, before pressing another inch into her. “Fuck, you are tight. I stretched you with my fingers, but you’re a damned snug fit.”
She tried to shift, to make room, but there was nothing she could do. She breathed through her nose and closed her eyes, trying to focus on relaxing, on accepting every last inch of Connor’s hard cock.
Not that he seemed to be giving her a choice. He withdrew a hair’s width, then pressed in deeper. Over and over, he repeated that until she would have sworn he was as deep as possible.
She was wrong, though. He had both hands on her hips and, with one last hard jerk, his body pressed against hers, telling her he’d filled her entirely.
She shuddered out a breath, exhausted, some of the lust having abated from the struggle.
He massaged her hips, his large hand reassuring, as if telling her she’d done well.
The idea that she’d pleased him reached into her, a swelling of pride, something she’d never cared about before.
Pleasing her ex had only had the purpose of keeping him in a good mood, but the idea that Connor was happy, that he was proud of her, that heenjoyedher, made her want to try harder.
Not that she could do much of anything.
Connor pulled back until he was barely inside her, then plunged inhard. It made her rock forward, and just like Trent had warned, the weight connected to the clamps swayed forward, tugging at her nipples.
Garrison also took the chance to press in deeper into her waiting mouth, almost far enough to trigger her gag reflex.
The message was clear.
They’d teased her, they’d toyed with her, and that was over.
They were serious now.