“I won’t let it distract me, sir,” I said, taking slow deep breaths as I adjusted to the new stimulation.

“Good girl.” His lips brushed against my neck right below my ear, and I leaned into his touch. His lips were soft, but his hands were hard, the juxtaposition of sensations making me tremble as he attached the second clamp.

“Fuck, Jason…it hurts, it fucking hurts.” I cringed against him, sucking in quick breaths in an effort to steady myself. My brain was jumbled already. I’d come in here thinking it would be a struggle to be obedient, but now, that was all I wanted to do — be a good girl, please him, make him proud so I could hear more sweet words.

He left me kneeling there, struggling not to tug the clamps off to relieve myself from the pain. He sat the flat base of the dildo on his chair and curled his finger at me. “Come here. Time to play.”

Jason adjusted the seat for me, but the sheer length and girth of the dildo had me staring at it with wide eyes. I was supposed to somehow bury the entire thing inside me?

“We’ll go slow,” Jason said, his voice thick with sadistic excitement. He held my arms for balance as I lowered myself down, the dildo filling me inch by inch. By the time it was fully sheathed inside me, I was shaking. My legs felt weak. It ached somewhere deep inside, and the sensation was as much pleasure as pain.

God, I was so full.

“Let’s see what you can do, princess.” He stood behind me and leaned down, caressing his fingers over my arms. His hands came to rest on mine, moving my left hand to the keyboard and my right to the mouse. “The W, A, S, and D keys move you around.” He pressed my fingers on the keys, his hand fully engulfing my own. “Look around with the mouse. Right-click shoots, the R key reloads.” I shivered as his lips touched my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “You’ll figure out the rest as you go. Oh, and one more thing…”

He grabbed the headset and put it on me, adjusting my headband so both fit comfortably. He left one ear uncovered so I could hear him, but through the other, I heard, “Jason needs to hurry the fuck up or I’m starting the round without him.”

My thighs clenched together. It was Lucas, and Vincent’s laughter followed right after. “You gave him all those goodies and you expect him to rush?”

“It’s Jason, come on. We all know he takes his sweet time,” Manson said.

There was a microphone in front of my mouth, attached to the headset. Jason remained bent over my back, close enough to hear their conversation come through the speakers and snicker at it.