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Sienna scrambles to her feet, her movements frantic. “No,” she says, her voice shaking.

I grab her wrist, pulling her back down. “Stay on your fucking knees.”

She glares at me, her defiance returning. “Go to hell.”

I laugh, leaning down until our faces are inches apart. “Sweetheart, we’re already there.”

Eli’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife. “Let her go, Caleb.”

I glance at him, my smirk fading. “Make me.”

The air’s thick with tension. I’m watching them both — her, sitting there, hands trembling in her lap; him, just as intent, moving like he’s got something to prove.

Eli’s eyes are locked on her like he’s trying to crack her open with nothing more than a stare. She shifts uncomfortably, but her body doesn’t move, doesn’t protest. I’m not sure if that’s because she’s too lost in whatever mess she’s already tangled herself in, or if she’s too damn scared to fight back.

I love this power. It’s sick, but I’ve got the front-row seat to it all. Hell, I don’t even have to do much. Just sit back and watch.

“Come on, little puck bunny,” I mutter under my breath, more to myself than anyone else, my voice low, but I know she hears it. This time, I’m not sure how she’s going to handle it. I almost want her to run. Almost. But I want to see it play out first. Want to see if Eli’s got the balls to finish this, or if he’s going to bail.

Her eyes flicker up to me, then back to him. She’s too aware of me, of the way I’m watching, of the way I’ve always watched. It’s fucking intoxicating. The discomfort in her expression? It’s like a signal to me, and I can’t help but press it.

Eli moves in closer, his breath ragged as he leans over her, hand grazing the side of her face. The tension’s thick, like something’s about to snap, but I’m not sure what it’s going to be.

“Yes,” I growl.

Her eyes snap to mine, and I don’t miss the flicker of discomfort there. Good. Let her feel it. I’m not giving her an out, not now. I just want to see how deep she’s willing to sink.

“Don’t make this harder, sweetheart,” I add, my voice quieter now, just for her. It’s not friendly. It’s almost mocking.

Eli doesn’t wait. He unzips his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. The hem of his shirt covers just enough of his ass. I see his erection and then his hand moves from her face, shifting to the back of her head, fingers digging in as he guides her toward him. She gasps, a strangled sound that cuts through the air. Her mouth falls open, and I see her eyes dart to mine,searching for some way to stop it. But she doesn’t say a word. She just lets him drag her closer.

Eli pumps his dick and this time, she watches him. I move closer to the scene as her mouth wraps tightly around his dick, pumping him. Her body tenses under Eli’s grip, but she doesn’t push him off. Her lips part, and there’s no hesitation, no second thoughts on his part. He shoves himself deeper into her mouth. She gags instantly, eyes watering as she fights to breathe, but she doesn’t pull away. She can’t.She’s not allowed to.

The only sound in the room is the muffled noises escaping her throat as Eli fucks her mouth, holding her head still.

I can’t help but lean forward, a sick thrill running through me as I watch her struggle. There’s something about it, the way her body’s caught between giving in and fighting back, that makes everything in me tighten. She doesn’t want this, not really, but she’s here anyway. Plus the fucking bunny mask is everything. Quite fitting given she’s the Coach’s daughter.Bad little puck bunny.

“Fuck,” Eli grunts, pulling her closer, thrusting deeper. She gags harder, her hands gripping at his thighs for leverage. Her eyes squeeze shut, and I can’t tell if she’s trying to block it out or if it’s just the gagging. Either way, it’s fucking hot.

I can feel my own body reacting to the chaos unfolding. But I’m not the one in control right now. Not yet. Eli’s got the power. But I know it’s not going to last. Not for long.

“Look at me,” I tell her suddenly, my voice low and almost lazy. She doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to hear me, too focused on what Eli’s doing to her. But I know she does. I can see the tension in her neck, the way her muscles flex. She’s aware of me watching her.

“Come on, Sienna,” I repeat, dragging the word out. Her eyes snap to mine for a second, and I see it then — herfrustration, her humiliation. She doesn’t know what the fuck to do. She wants to run, but she’s still stuck in this twisted mess.

Eli pulls out suddenly, making her cough and gasp for air. He leans back, watching her like he’s waiting for something. I see the confusion in her face, the way her breath comes out in sharp bursts as she tries to regain control of her body. But she doesn’t have control anymore.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, but there’s no stopping what’s already happened.

Before I can blink, Eli’s moving again, pulling her head down toward him. She doesn’t even fight him this time. Her mouth opens without protest, and he shoves himself back in. She’s not gagging now, but she’s definitely not enjoying it.

My eyes lock onto her face, and I get a twisted satisfaction out of the way she’s caught between this moment and the next. She’s going through the motions like she’s supposed to, but I can see it. She’s fucking hating every second of it.

I’ve had my fill of watching them. Eli’s moving like a man on a mission, and I’m just here for the ride.

I move closer, standing beside her, my hand reaching down to undo my own pants. I’m hard, watching this mess unfold. I can’t just stand there and watch him take control without taking a piece of it. I free myself, my fingers running over my cock as I lean in. I watch her closely, her eyes flicking over to me for a split second.

Her lips wrap around Eli again, and I can’t look away. It’s filthy, hot, and I’m fucking loving every second of it. Her hands are still on his thighs, gripping harder now as he thrusts in and out. She’s got no choice but to take it. To endure it.