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a normally sweet guy had just whispered in her ear that he wanted to fuck her? She wasn't sure what any of this was about, but there was a part of her that hoped they were for real.
"You broke my heart, girl," Clayton said, with a sigh.
She'd broken Clay's heart? That was news to her. She was so stunned she had nothing to say.
He continued, "One minute, you couldn't get enough of my black ass, and the next, you kicked me to the curb. But at least I got a taste of you. Brad tells me you wouldn't give it up to him; that you were a cock-tease. Well, ever hear of Revenge Sex, Mel? This is it."
His words made her acutely aware of her vulnerability. Melanie was trapped by the handcuffs, arms separated, and slightly higher than her shoulders. And she'd have been more turned on if she wasn't sure they were just screwing around. "I wouldn't fuck either of you if you paid me, you losers. Let me go and maybe, just maybe, you won't end up in jail!"
Clayton leaned back against the stairwell door and stared. "That's not a very respectful tone to use with the man who holds the keys to your handcuffs."
He dangled them before her and Brad laughed.
"This isn't funny," Melanie said, feeling her face heat up with fury. "You'd better let me go before both of you regret this for the rest of your lives."
Clayton looked at his friend with a helpless sort of shrug as if to say: I told you so . "Right. So, that's part of the kink, right? That's what you fantasize about? Saying how much you don't want it, when you really do. Being forced…"
Melanie heard herself swallow. That was her kink. That was her fantasy. Not that she'd ever admitted it to either of them. She'd found the courage to write it down in a letter once to Clayton, but she was pretty sure he never read it. At least, he never said anything about it, and she couldn't just explicitly say what she wanted because that would have ruined the fantasy. But if her two ex-boyfriends had somehow cobbled it together in order to give her what she wanted, she might seriously be falling in love…with both of them.
The fear in her body rushed out, only to be replaced by a throbbing need.
"You're not going to admit it?" Clayton asked. "See, now might be the time to speak up…before you can't." With that, he reached into a bag by his feet, pulling out a gag with a life-size dildo meant to fit into the mouth. "All you've got to do is shake your head if you don't want it, Melanie. Shake your head, and we'll let you go. Otherwise, you're going to get everything you've been fantasizing about…and quite a bit more."
All she had to do was shake her head to make it stop. She should stop it; she really should. After all, they were in a library. She had an exam in the morning. Even if she'd wanted her fantasy to come true, it didn't mean she wanted it here, now, and with these two. Especially not Clay, who was her rival for the valedictorian's spot…
All she had to do was shake her head.
But somehow, she didn't.
Because she did want it. She was desperate for it. She only hoped they wouldn't make her say it. Thankfully, Clayton walked over to his struggling prey and with a wrestler's efficiency, he strapped the gag onto her head and pushed the dildo with such force into her mouth that it went in.
She bit and screamed, kicking out at him. That's when his partner said, "You can kick and struggle, Melanie. I know you have to. It's part of who you are. But let us make things a little easier for you. We have some things to do, and if you struggle, you might be hurt accidentally, and we don't want that."
Brad withdrew a pair of shears from the bag and approached her as she screamed over the gag, tears of sexual need and fear now springing to her eyes. She eyed the scissors in terror and stopped moving.
"Good, very good," he said, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out of her skirt. It was a plaid and white shirt, and Clayton's dark face split with a gleaming smile, as if he was
"You broke my heart, girl," Clayton said, with a sigh.
She'd broken Clay's heart? That was news to her. She was so stunned she had nothing to say.
He continued, "One minute, you couldn't get enough of my black ass, and the next, you kicked me to the curb. But at least I got a taste of you. Brad tells me you wouldn't give it up to him; that you were a cock-tease. Well, ever hear of Revenge Sex, Mel? This is it."
His words made her acutely aware of her vulnerability. Melanie was trapped by the handcuffs, arms separated, and slightly higher than her shoulders. And she'd have been more turned on if she wasn't sure they were just screwing around. "I wouldn't fuck either of you if you paid me, you losers. Let me go and maybe, just maybe, you won't end up in jail!"
Clayton leaned back against the stairwell door and stared. "That's not a very respectful tone to use with the man who holds the keys to your handcuffs."
He dangled them before her and Brad laughed.
"This isn't funny," Melanie said, feeling her face heat up with fury. "You'd better let me go before both of you regret this for the rest of your lives."
Clayton looked at his friend with a helpless sort of shrug as if to say: I told you so . "Right. So, that's part of the kink, right? That's what you fantasize about? Saying how much you don't want it, when you really do. Being forced…"
Melanie heard herself swallow. That was her kink. That was her fantasy. Not that she'd ever admitted it to either of them. She'd found the courage to write it down in a letter once to Clayton, but she was pretty sure he never read it. At least, he never said anything about it, and she couldn't just explicitly say what she wanted because that would have ruined the fantasy. But if her two ex-boyfriends had somehow cobbled it together in order to give her what she wanted, she might seriously be falling in love…with both of them.
The fear in her body rushed out, only to be replaced by a throbbing need.
"You're not going to admit it?" Clayton asked. "See, now might be the time to speak up…before you can't." With that, he reached into a bag by his feet, pulling out a gag with a life-size dildo meant to fit into the mouth. "All you've got to do is shake your head if you don't want it, Melanie. Shake your head, and we'll let you go. Otherwise, you're going to get everything you've been fantasizing about…and quite a bit more."
All she had to do was shake her head to make it stop. She should stop it; she really should. After all, they were in a library. She had an exam in the morning. Even if she'd wanted her fantasy to come true, it didn't mean she wanted it here, now, and with these two. Especially not Clay, who was her rival for the valedictorian's spot…
All she had to do was shake her head.
But somehow, she didn't.
Because she did want it. She was desperate for it. She only hoped they wouldn't make her say it. Thankfully, Clayton walked over to his struggling prey and with a wrestler's efficiency, he strapped the gag onto her head and pushed the dildo with such force into her mouth that it went in.
She bit and screamed, kicking out at him. That's when his partner said, "You can kick and struggle, Melanie. I know you have to. It's part of who you are. But let us make things a little easier for you. We have some things to do, and if you struggle, you might be hurt accidentally, and we don't want that."
Brad withdrew a pair of shears from the bag and approached her as she screamed over the gag, tears of sexual need and fear now springing to her eyes. She eyed the scissors in terror and stopped moving.
"Good, very good," he said, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out of her skirt. It was a plaid and white shirt, and Clayton's dark face split with a gleaming smile, as if he was
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