Rowan

They were all in the living room. The others were playing some sort of card game that was too complicated for Rowan to understand from watching. He was just watching Lynelle anyway, having decided not to play.

He could tell she was beginning to get antsy about all the foreplay -- the guys too. They wanted to feel her pussy around them. She wanted to be filled with more than a couple fingers. But they wouldn't fuck her, not before Rowan. He had a very certain way of doing things, and they respected that.

He'd been on the sidelines, just watching as the guys pleasured Lynelle. Analyzing her, taking note of her reactions, getting to know her. What she liked, what she didn't. What drove her crazy. What to say to shut her up.

After a few rounds, the game pretty much fell apart. The cards lay forgotten on the coffee table and everyone was sitting around talking.

"So, Lynelle," Jackson started, smirking at her, "in that dream where you were being railed by Bernie Sanders... were the mittens on or off?"

The guys suppressed snickers at that little tidbit Char had told them about.

Lynelle looked offended and smacked his shoulder. "Char told all of you?!" She hit him again when he laughed at her. Rowan smirked into his hand. Jackson was laid back about most things, but not that. She was about to find out what hitting Jackson earned her.

He grabbed her wrist after she hit him and got to his feet. "Do that one more time and see what happens, sweetheart." Rowan couldn't see her face since she was facing away from him, but he could tell she was put off by his warning, but not completely. She was a bit of a brat.

"You want me to stop?" She stood up, broke free from his grasp, and hit him again. "Make me."

Oh. Fuck. No.

All the guys except Jackson looked over at Rowan, smirking. He stood up and silently walked so he was right behind her. Being the adorably oblivious woman she was, Lynelle didn't notice him.

Jackson got an evil grin on his face when he saw Rowan. "I won't make you..." he said, and Rowan could see Lynelle's shoulders relax a little. "... but he will." Jackson nodded towards Rowan, and she turned around.

And fuck if Lynelle's face turning from smug to terrified didn't make him hard.

He grabbed her hair and pulled it, forcing her to look up at him. She whimpered, and if he didn't know better it would sound like she was in pain. But Rowan knew she was soaking her panties from being manhandled like this.

"Did I hear you tell us to fucking MAKE you?" he asked her, his voice so soft she could probably barely hear it.

"Um. Yes? What are you gonna... do... about i--" her voice cut off as he chuckled at her attempt at maintaining bravery.

Lynelle backed up, away from him, but she couldn't go more than a step before she ran into Jackson. His hands gripped her hips, pinning her against him, and forced her to step closer to Rowan. She was trapped between them, looking like the scared little prey she was.

"Here's what's going to happen, pet. You look scared, so I'm going to give you one chance to give in. Sound good?" He smiled at her darkly and let go of her hair to grab her chin, smushing her lips together a little from the force of his grip. She was squirming against Jackson, staring at Rowan with wide eyes.

"What if I don't give in?" she whispered shakily. He was impressed at her commitment to this little bratty episode, even when she was clearly intimidated.

He smirked and slid his hand around to grip the back of her neck as if he were grabbing the scruff of a puppy's neck. It must have been a sweet spot for her, because her eyes got all hazy and she blushed. He shook her ever so slightly, then stopped smirking, letting his face grow serious.

"Then... we make you."

Lynelle was practically panting from arousal, though he suspected she wouldn't admit that's what it was. He moved his hand from the back of her neck to her face again, and she seemed to regain some of her brain function. Hm. He would have to use that later.

"Well? Do you want to be good or do you want to see what happens when we have to make you?"

Lynelle opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked at the floor, then back at him. "Suck my dick," she said, with surprising steadiness in her voice.

Before she could blink, Rowan's hand was in her hair again. But this time, it wasn't a cute little warning tug. He led her upstairs by her hair, and into his room. The guys followed. She kept quiet on the way up except for little whimpers when she fell behind and her hair got pulled. "Since you don't want to be a good girl, and you're forcing me to fucking break you, that's exactly what I'll do."

His room had a big bed, with a small bench at the foot. He left her standing in the room and pulled out a black bag from his closet.

"Pick three things," he ordered, handing it to her. Her eyes widened as she peeked into the bag, and saw the torture and pleasure devices he stored there.

She looked up at him with her big, nervous eyes.

"Well? Pick now, or I'll choose for you," he said when she didn't move. That got her going. She rifled through the bag and slowly chose her items, seemingly according to whichever looked the least threatening to her.

A pair of wrist and ankle cuffs.

A gag.

A feather.

He nodded and put the bag back in his closet, trying to hide a grin. She was going to regret choosing those.

The guys had positioned themselves around the room, giving him plenty of space to do what he wanted to her. She was still fully clothed, now sitting on the bed, looking scared and fucking adorable.

Of course, the first thing he did was tie her legs so they were spread apart on the bed. She still had her skirt and panties on, but it was almost more fun like that. Spreading her legs so that her tiny skirt did nothing to hide her panties from them. Her panties, which, as he knew, were drenched.

He made a show of examining the sight under her skirt and clicked his tongue at her. "I was right about you. Good girls don't get this sopping wet from being dragged around by their hair."

He tore his eyes from her panties up to her face, which looked deliciously embarrassed.

"What's wrong? You hoped we wouldn't notice, maybe?" He kept his voice deceivingly sweet. She nodded.

"How could we not notice, pet? You're so soaked we could see it from a mile away. You're probably getting that pretty skirt all wet. Let's help you with that, hm?"

The skirt had a zipper that went all the way down, so that was easy to take off. The panties would stay on for now.

Before he restrained her wrists, he took off her sweater and bra, leaving her only in a pair of panties. Then her arms were tied up.

"Well, that's one of your items. Let's take a look at the other two..." He grabbed them from where they were set next to her on the bed. "Well, the gag's pretty self explanatory, isn't it? It's almost a shame we won't get to hear your pleading and begging. Though, you don't have a whole hell of a lot to say."

The gag went in, and her cheeks turned about a hundred times redder.

"Does the gag embarrass you?"

She nodded.

"Good. Now, listen to me because this is important. If what I'm doing to you gets to be too much and you need to stop, you're going to tap Max three times." He looked towards Max, who came and sat by her so that her hand could reach him. "If, and only if, you do that, I will immediately stop. I'll untie you and ungag you, and we'll take care of you. If you try to tell me to stop any other way, it will be my decision to listen to you or not." She looked a little unnerved by his words. "I'm not going to do anything that you won't enjoy, even if you might not admit that you enjoy it. Today, anyway. This is just a precaution so we can have peace of mind when we play with you."

She nodded her head in understanding, and he was satisfied.

"Now, why would little Lynelle choose a feather for her last item? Maybe it seemed harmless. I know there are some scary things in that little bag," he said, speaking the last part with a condescending tone.

"Well, you made a mistake when you chose the feather. You know why, pet?" She shook her head. "It's gonna be too easy to break you with this little thing. See, it's so soft you can barely even feel the tickle when it brushes on your skin. It's going to be the only sensation this little pussy is allowed to feel until you show me how sorry you are."

She made a sound that said, this is unfair! And he smiled. "That gag was also a perfect choice. And the restraints. You see how wonderfully you've set this up for us? Maybe when you seem contrite enough I'll take the gag out and you can grovel before us. Or not."

He took the feather and sat down on the bed next to her.

"Max, start a timer on your phone. Let's see how long it is before Lynelle breaks."