Page 11 of The Best Man

“Since you’ve been a bad girl, we’re going to have to put the cuffs back on.”

“No, please,” I cry around the ball gag, reaching for him. “Please don’t do this to me. Please. I’ll do anything.”

He lets me pull him close, lets me plead with him. My words may be incoherent, but surely he can hear the panic. He uses the blunt end of his thumb to brush away one of my desperate tears.

Perhaps feeling my fear despite his brother’s assurance that it’s all part of the game, James says, “Maybe I’ll just take her pussy tonight.”

I’m so fucking relieved, I nearly dissolve into tears.

Until Marcus presses a kiss to my wet cheek and murmurs, “No. You wanted her ass, you’ll have her ass. Just make sure to lube her up and stretch her out first so you don’t do any permanent damage.”

Tears slide freely down my face as Marcus forces me over onto my belly and puts my wrists in cuffs. Since I’m tummy down this time, I can’t use my hands or arms at all. I’m essentially immobile as Marcus puts me back in position with my ass in the air.

James opens a bottle of lube and I squeeze my eyes shut as he lubes up my asshole.

“Do we have any condoms?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Marcus says. “In the bedside table. I’ll grab you one.”

He climbs off the bed and opens the drawer.

He hands his brother a condom, and I blink away tears when he rips open the packet.

To my surprise, Marcus joins me on the bed. He takes Joey’s spot the way Matt did, but somehow he fills it better.

“Look at me,” he says.

His tone is firm and commanding, so I open my eyes and look at his shadowy figure on the bed.

“You’re doing so good tonight. You take those cocks like a fucking angel. You can take this one, too.”

I shake my head in denial.

“Yes, you can. You’re so beautiful, so fucking perfect. You were made for this, pretty girl. You were made to be fucked.”

My pussy grows wetter with every word that leaves his perfect mouth. My heart is heavy, but it lightens at his words. I want to be closer to him.

“You want to come to me?”

He senses everything I feel.

It’s so confusing, this connection he forged between us when we were unfriendly strangers before tonight.

I nod my head. I don’t care if he’s evil and ultimately the one doing all this to me; I need him.

“Hang on,” Marcus tells his brother. “We’re going to do this a little differently. I need to adjust her.”

“Cool,” James says, squeezing my ass and fingering my pussy while he’s in the neighborhood.

“If I uncuff you, you’re going to be good,” Marcus tells me. “You try to get away again and you’ll be punished. I’ll bring every fucking man in the living room in here to have you, do you understand me?”

I nod, swallowing the lump of fear in my throat.

“You’re going to do whatever I tell you to do. You do not fight me.”

I nod again.

He takes the key out of his pocket and uncuffs me.

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