Page 4 of The Best Man

My heart somersaults. I try to say his name, to ask what he’s doing, but it’s too hard to speak around the silicone ball in my mouth.

He pushes my legs farther apart and slips the head of the vibrator beneath my panties. I gasp, my body jerking, as he shoves the vibrating head right into my pussy.

“Wait, no,” I try to cry, but my words are muffled.

He shouldn’t be doing this to me.

But the forceful vibrations in my pussy silence my objections. In mere seconds, my head is thrown back against the bed and I’m whining for the release I can feel fast approaching as he angles the toy against my sensitive clit.

He yanks it out of me before I can come.

I lie here, panting, my heart racing, and my body begging for him to put it back in.

He chuckles lowly, an almost sinister sense of satisfaction in his tone. Then he grabs my tit, squeezing it through the silky white fabric of my dress. “Oh yeah. This is going to be fun.”

Chapter Two

It takes a few minutes for me to come back down once Marcus has left the room.

There’s a pit in my stomach that tells me this was a huge mistake, and I should bail.

But I can’t. Because after he teased my pussy with the vibrator, Marcus grabbed the cuffs and chained me to the bed.

My legs are free to move, but my arms are stuck suspended over my head.

I’m an object to be fucked, not a person.

I tell myself it’s fine. My pussy is already wet and needy from Marcus’ preparations, and this won’t be the first time Joey and I have used the cuffs. I like to have some of my freedom taken away while I’m fucked. I like to be used.

I feel saliva gather around the ball in my mouth at the thought. I swallow, and then my ears perk up because I hear movement in the hall.

He’s coming.

A burst of excitement hits my veins.

I wasn’t sure it was a good idea at first, but now that it’s happening…

This is going to be so hot.

The guilt of knowing I’m about to face my fiancé after his brother shoved a vibrator in me dulls the excitement a little, but it’s not like I wanted him to do that. I tried to object, but I guess he couldn’t understand me around the ball gag.

My pussy throbs when the bedroom door opens and light spills in.

“What do we have here?” a man asks, his tone heavy with interest.

My heart stops beating because that’s not Joey’s voice.

It’s his father’s.

“Why should Joey be the one to have all the fun?” Marcus asks, and my heart slides into my stomach. “I thought a free use girl would be fun for us, too. A couple of extra holes for the guys to fuck. But it should be family first, don’t you think?”

Oh my god, what is he doing?

Is this part of the game? My heart pounds. Joey isn’t even there, so it can’t be.

Right?

My common sense tells me it can’t be, that I’ve been tricked, but my heart refuses to believe it. Marcus doesn’t like me, but to take it this far? He would never. It’scriminal.

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