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“Jasper’s hip gives out?” I ask. “Should we have a Life Alert for him?”

“Kimmy and Gina know?” Oscar asks.

“Yeah. I texted them,” Jasper says, watching me.

“You can text?” I ask. “I bet it’s the one-finger hunt and peck, isn’t it?”

Jasper narrows his eyes before turning to the car and grabbing his phone. When he turns back, he taps around until the phone starts ringing as a call to his wives comes through the speaker.

“Hey, honey,” Gina says.

“Hey, sweetheart. Is Kimmy there with you?” Jasper asks.

“I’m here,” Kimmy says.

“Did you get my text?”

“That you are going to fuck up Cassidy for being a brat? Yeah,” Gina laughs.

“What did she do?” Kimmy asks. Jasper explains everything to them, and they chuckle as he talks.

“Oh dear. Well, I’ll pray for her cervix,” Kimmy laughs.

“As if,” I laugh. “He can’t fuck the victim of a case he is working.”

“You think I follow the rules?” Jasper asks me. “I’ll call you later. I love you, guys.”

“Love you too,” Kimmy says.

“Love you. Be easy on her. She doesn’t know any better,” Gina adds. Jasper grunts and ends the call. When he looks back at me, I back up.

“If you run, I’ll make you regret it,” Jasper says.

“Sorry, I don’t speak boomer,” I say, making Oscar laugh when I jump back as Jasper steps toward me.

“Running from a cop sounds like a bad idea,” Oscar warns with a grin.

“Fuck the police!” I declare as I flip Jasper off and sprint across the yard. I don’t get even halfway across the lawn before Jasper takes me down. I laugh hysterically as I try to wiggle free. He’s straddling my legs, holding my hips against the ground.

“Aww. Look at her struggle,” he says as I claw at the ground to try and get away. He abruptly lets go, and I scramble up. At the last second, he grabs my ankle and drags me back. This time, he flips me to my back and pins my arms above my head as he is settled between my legs.

“Damn, old man. You are fast,” I laugh breathlessly. “Hopefully not too fast, if you know what I mean.”

Without a word, he presses his hips into me, and my eyes go wide. No fucking way this man is getting that thing anywhere near me. “Get it now, Cassidy?” he asks with a smirk. “You were warned over and over again to not push me, but you just had to find out. Didn’t you?”

“I didn’t know you were a Dom,” I laugh.

“Now you know,” he says. “I’ll be nice and let them have you first, or else you might be too sore for them.”

“Oh gee. Thanks,” I say, rolling my eyes.

Jasper sits back and Oscar pulls me up. “Are you going to walk, or do I need to carry you?”

“I can walk. You’ll throw out your back,” I laugh but then stop when I realize I fucked up. His punishment for me being shitty about my size is harsh.

“Excuse me?” He growls, grabbing me by the throat.

“I was calling you old!” I say. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I don’t believe you,” he says. “I am only two years older than you.”

“I wasn’t thinking! I just was calling you old,” I say again.

“Go to the basement. Now,” he growls.

I want to keep fucking around, but I know I am at my limit with him. I nod and turn to go back into the house. When I get down to the basement, Eliza is stripped, blindfolded, and in one of the swings.

“Uh oh. What did she do?” Gunner laughs.

“She made fun of her size,” Oscar says before looking at me.

“I was…”

“No talking,” he commands. “Strip and present yourself.”

“No,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No?” he asks, stepping closer until he is nose-to-nose with me. “If you think for a second I won’t intentionally trigger you to prove a point, you’ve got another thing coming, Cassidy.”

His hand is on his belt buckle, and I am not going to chance that he means he will take his belt to my ass.

He has threatened it many times, and I know he won’t hurt me, but I am not willing to go there.

I probably shouldn’t have given up my safe word in the same breath I used to be a giant brat to him.

“Fine,” I say. “Only so you don’t hurt yourself whipping me.”

I step back and pull my clothes off before throwing them at his face. He smacks them down midair and points to the ground. This is the real test. Am I going to willingly submit, or fight? I want to fight, because that is the entire point of CNC. Right?

I shake my head and back up. Before I can get far, hands grab my waist from behind for long enough that Oscar can grab me by the hair and shove me down to my knees.

He captures my wrists and holds them behind my head with one hand as he pulls his cock out with his other.

I try to turn away, but he pries my mouth open and shoves his dick to the back of my throat with one forceful thrust. He then starts to fuck my mouth hard, deep, and fast. I don’t gag, but I can’t breathe.

I feel like I am choking, and he instantly makes me panic.

“What’s wrong, Cass? Can’t breathe? Huh? You want to be a fucking brat? These are the consequences.”

He continues to fuck my throat, not letting me breathe.

Stars are dancing in my vision, and everything is darkening.

In a last-ditch effort to not pass out, I make a dumb decision.

The second my teeth touch him, he pulls out, smacks my cheek hard enough to send fire through my face, and grabs my chin to make me look up at him.

The room is so fucking quiet, but it’s probably because he quite literally just smacked me.

“Yeah, I deserved that,” I laugh breathlessly.

“You ever try to bite me again, you won’t be able to sit for a week without my handprint burned into your ass. Do you understand me?”

“Let me breathe, and that won’t happen,” I argue.

“Don’t be a fucking brat, and you’ll get to breathe,” he snaps back as he drags me up from the floor. “On the table.”

“Fuck you,” I laugh. When he grabs me, I start thrashing and fighting to get away from him.

Julian helps him, and I yell at them to let go of me, but they just laugh and pin me down on the table.

One of them places a bolster under my hips, and the real panic sets in when a cuff locks around my wrist.

“Wait! No! Oscar, please. No. Let go of me. Goddamn it, let go of me. You fucking son of a bitch. Don’t do…

” I am shut up when Oscar grabs my bottom jaw and forces an O-ring gag into my mouth.

This keeps my mouth wide open as it’s a metal ring that sits behind my teeth and wraps around my head.

It allows them access to throat-fuck me and I can’t speak.

Tears roll down my cheeks, and I remind myself over and over again that I’m safe.

I did this to myself because I fought dirty.

Restraints are placed on my wrists and ankles so that I am spread out with my ass up in the air and pussy on display.

Julian walks around to the head of the table and pulls my head up. I gag violently when he suddenly shoves to the back of my throat. “Ever throat fuck a girl to the point of throwing up?” Julian asks as he slowly fucks my mouth.

“I have. It’s great. Their throat feels so goddamn amazing when it constricts around you,” Oscar says. “Give it a try. It’s not like she can stop you anyway.”

I shake my head, but he just laughs and holds my face as he starts to fuck my throat. This angle is awful because he can push his entire cock down my throat, but also if it’s a gag reflex, that doesn’t usually come up. “Fuck, that’s good,” Julian grunts.

I can hear Eliza’s moans alongside sounds that remind me of the flogger.

I try to focus on that rather than my gagging, but I can’t.

It’s violent and never ending. Julian is groaning as he pushes in as deep as he can with every stroke.

I can feel it rising in my throat, and my gagging turns to retching.

“Fuuuuck, this goddamn throat,” Julian growls.

When it hits me, there is no stopping it.

I start to throw up, and it’s forced out of my nose and around his cock as he fucks his come down my throat.

He is moaning as he chokes me with his cock and only stops when his cock stops throbbing and his orgasm fades.

The gag comes off my mouth, and I am coughing and gasping for air as he helps clean me and the area.

He lets me lay my head down as two sets of hands rub my back and thighs.

I am crying, but only because I am overwhelmed.

The next time Julian picks my head up, he holds my face and is down on my level. “You did so good, Cassidy. I am very proud of you,” he says softly before gently kissing me.

“You enjoyed that way too much,” I mutter.

“I did. It was delightful,” he says with a grin. “We are going to do something, and you aren’t going to like it one bit, but please remember that we will keep you safe. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper. He kisses me once more before letting me lay my head back down.

This table was built to break away and spread my legs wide. When someone undoes the latches and my legs are pulled apart as much as possible, they place a strap around my thigh to not put strain on my knees and allow me to relax. My ass it still up in the air as they lower the entire table down.

“Do you want to know what’s going to happen?” Oscar asks, gently teasing my ass while covering me with lube.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“We are going to put a toy on your clit, and I am going to take your ass while Julian uses the belt on your back.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I yell at him. “No. Fuck no, you aren’t…”

“Good thing I wasn’t asking,” Oscar says before suddenly slamming his cock deep in my ass. I let out a shrill scream as he stretches me wide and offers no reprieve as he starts to pound into me. The first hit with the belt doesn’t even hurt, but it sends me spiraling.

“Stop! Please stop! Please don’t hurt me. Please! Red! Stop!”

Oscar falters when I say the safe word, but doesn’t stop. “You agreed to this,” Julian reminds me. “You gave up that word. Didn’t you?”

“Fuck you!” I scream at him.