They didn’t let me leave when the first round ended.

I sat on the edge of the platform on trembling legs while they cleaned me with warm, damp cloths—almost gentle, almost careful—only to start touching me again the second my skin was rinsed clean. My father-in-law’s hand stayed possessive on the back of my neck. Marcus stood between my thighs, two fingers idly stroking through the mess of cum and arousal still leaking out of me. Tyler and Daniel watched with dark, satisfied eyes, already stroking themselves back to hardness.

“We’re not done with you,” my father-in-law said simply. “Not even close.”

He kissed me then—slow, deep, claiming—while Marcus pushed...