Big still held her wrists in his hands, but now he passed the left one to Cade. They raised her arms out and up, dual clicks echoing as they fastened the cuffs to something. She couldn’t see much—her arms were stretched wide and slightly behind her, and the bench prevented her from turning around—but she guessed it was part of the workout equipment. She jerked her arms, testing. It held fast, not even wobbling, but her breasts swung under the T-shirt with the motion, and they noticed.

“Nice tits,” Big commented, and she flinched away from the oily satisfaction in his voice. “Nice legs, too. Spread them.”

She shook her head fiercely, her hair falling into her eyes again and obscuring her vision. There was a loud crack and pain seared her thigh. “I said fucking spread ’em.”

She shook her head again, tears spilling from her eyes when he hit her again, the bright red handprint on her left thigh matching the one on her right. But she kept her legs resolutely closed, muscles quivering as she clenched them tight.

“We don’t have time for this,” Cade growled from beside her. “Grab the left.”

Big wrapped long fingers around the top of her calf and dug into the back of her knee. Her leg jerked, an involuntary spasm that released the tension in her muscles, and he jerked her leg to the side as Cade did the same with the right.

“That’s good, hold her there,” Tex said, and working quickly with a length of rope, attached her ankle restraints to the base of the same structure her hands were secured to.

Big took a step back, and though she couldn’t see his face, there was no mistaking his satisfaction when he said, “That’s more like it.”

Tex stepped back, shorter than Big by a few inches, and crossed his arms over his chest. Muscles bulged in his arms, straining the fabric covering them, a sight she would’ve appreciated under different circumstances.

“She’s a looker, Cade,” Tex remarked. “How come you always get the assignments with pussy perks?”

“Good clean livin’,” Cade said, and the others laughed as he came to stand beside them, all three of them with their arms crossed, looking at Olivia as she stared back at them and tried not to panic.

Her arms were stretched so far out she could already feel the strain in her shoulders, and her legs were only marginally more comfortable. The oversized T-shirt was long enough to cover her to mid-thigh, even with her legs spread, and she sent up a prayer that they’d leave it in place. If they stripped her, she’d have no defenses at all—and they’d surely see how wet her pussy was.

“Aw, hell,” Cade said suddenly, and every cell in Olivia’s body went on high alert.

“What?” Tex asked.