The man is mental, top to bottom. Making these things up in his head for his own pleasure and amusement. Colt strokes himself, staring at my boobs while he does. Either it’s the sight of me or his father’s encouragement—he lengthens, hardens.

“Leni, you’re going to ride his cock tonight. Get on over there. Spread those legs wide, so I can see him sink into you.”

It’s like I’m not connected to my body anymore, dragging my feet over to where Colt waits for me with his dick sticking straight up. It’s better this way. I don’t want to feel connected to any of this. Colt slouches a little, making it easier for me to straddle him with my back to James. “Ease into it,” James orders. “Nice and slow. I want to see every inch sink into her. Take your time.”

I would rather be anywhere but here. My thighs are spread wide, and slowly Colt lines himself up with my hole before sliding inside. I’m still sore from yesterday, which I didn’t realize until this very moment. I lower myself one grueling inch at a time, hissing in pain. I hate every sound James makes, his satisfied little grunts as he begins stroking himself behind us. That sound is burned into my brain now. Skin on skin.

“That’s nice.” He sighs once I’m as low as I can go, locked with Colt, looking anywhere but at his face. “Leni, touch him. Show him how good you feel. Reach back and grab his balls. Play with them a little.” I have to put an arm around Colt’s neck to keep my balance while reaching behind me. Hesitantly, I touch the place where we are joined, padding my way down to his balls. The skin there is soft and warm as I start to fondle him. His quickened breath tells me I’m doing well, so I continue the motion, massaging them a little.

“You’re going to empty those balls into your pussy, aren’t you?” James mutters with a nasty little laugh. “Now fuck him. Ride that cock—but go slow. Real slow.”

Yes, why not drag this out? Why not make it even more unbearable? I’m not quite sure what I’m doing or how I’m supposed to move, but Colt’s hands on my hips go a long way toward helping me set a pace. I let him do it, handing it over to him for now because I don’t have it in me. I just don’t.

“Spread her ass cheeks,” James mutters. “I want to see her asshole.” I close my eyes and lower my head, a tear dangling off the edge of my lashes. James’s satisfied little grunt when Colt spreads my cheeks brings another tear, another. And all the while, I have to ride and pretend to enjoy it.