Page 55 of Leave Me Broken

I strain to hear gagging, but it’s no use. I have gotten myself so worked up; my thoughts are louder than anything.

Me and you. Can’t leave without the car. At the ballpark.

It doesn’t work this time. More drool pools and I have to tip my head forward to let it flow from the holes provided. Is it possible to choke from one of these?

“I made sure you couldn’t say your safe word,” Ash growls. “Would you say it if you could? Nod your head.”

If I nod, will he stop? Do I want him to? I don’t know. My head is clouded. So many images flash through it. Him and Alyssa. Him and Chanel. Him and Maggie. Alone and all three together. Maybe Luca too and they are all making fun of me because I’m tied, gagged, and silenced. My legs dangle free but I don’t think I could hold myself up if I even wanted to.

I thought listening to him would be hot. Maybe it would be if I was sure we were alone. We are in the open and anyone else could be the one making him moan.

It should be me.

“Fuck, baby.”

Baby. Not babygirl. Not Jailbird. Not Payson or Pay.

Baby.

“You never answered me, Payson.” His voice is tight. “Would you use your safe wor—ah, fuck, yes.”

I nod vigorously. I hope he stops. I can’t handle it anymore. Tears burn my eyes, drool drips from my chin yet my throat is dry. I tug on the jumper cables, willing them to loosen.

I call out his name but the ball stops any actual words from forming.

“Your mind is playing tricks on you, isn’t it, babygirl?” Why does he sound so hollow?

I nod again. Please stop.

Me and you. Car. Ballpark.

But what if there’s someone else? I tug on my wrists.

Ash groans loudly and I tug again.

It all happens at once. One wrist comes free and I slip off the car, landing on my side in the drowned grass. One nipple clamp rips off in the fall and I scream.

I rip my other wrist from the cables and toss them to the side, then remove the second clamp. I’m exhausted and slow moving, and my injury keeps me from climbing to my knees like I want to.

“Don’t stop, baby. Keep going,” he urges whoever is sucking his dick. I think I even hear someone gag but that could just be me.

Fat tears fall from my eyes. How could he do this? Punishment is one thing but letting another girl suck him off isn’t punishment. It’s cheating.

I don’t even attempt to figure out the ball gag, I just rip the blindfold from the back of my head.

Everything is darker than before. Rain pitter patters on my back and water drips from every part of my body.

Then I see him. Ash, just Ash in all his glory. Shirtless. Pants undone but . . . he’s not stroking himself. His dick isn’t even out of his pants, and I swear he’s soft.

No, that doesn’t make sense. He was moaning.

I rip the gag off and nearly throw up from all the saliva in my mouth. I lean over and spit it into the grass. Tears still stream from my eyes. The heavy makeup I was wearing must look tragic after the rain and tears.

Ash doesn’t move from his place exactly five Ash-sized steps away. More like four now that I’m on the ground and not on the car.

“You got lost in your head. Hearing things that weren’t happening. Didn’t you?”

My throat is still so dry, and I’m not sure I like the harshness in his voice. I quickly glance around, then back to him, and we are, in fact, alone. I nod.

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