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.

CHAPTER 31

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.