And the three watched while she humiliated herself again and again, made to rinse away her own filth.
She shook so badly by the fourth, she could barely hold the nozzle. Boone stripped and stepped in like the cold didn’t bother him, ordered her hands against the wall, and lodged the nozzle in her ass.
Three more times with Boone ordering her against the wall, removing it when the nozzle opened due to pressure, holding her against the wall until Kenny gave the nod she could release, and then backing away and telling her, “Squat and shit the water out.”
And it was mostly water by this time.
After the sixth release, he telepathed Boone to shut the water off once she’d finished, washed her legs and ass with soap again, and rinsed.
She was allowed to dry her hair before the heavy canvas straitjacket went on, with hefty buckles, and long restraint sleeves with a strap that would keep her arms pinned across her chest. It’d been in one of the locked cabinets she can’t access in the playroom, and her eyes grew to the size of silver dollars when she saw it.
Her mouth opened, and then she closed it. She didn’t argue, but she considered it.
Silas put it on her, tightening it with ruthless precision. This was his deal, after all. When Kenny had asked him why he owned it, Silas had just shaken his head and said it came in handy.
It certainly was tonight.
She gave a pathetic whimper when Silas fastened the final strap between her legs, and Kenny looked it over. His beta had replaced the single strap with a double one that went around the outside of her labia. Handy, indeed.
He folded a towel over the top of the tub and told her, “If you need to pee again, you have permission to walk. Crawling is over. You can sit on the towel on your way back to the bed. No hands necessary to wipe.”
She nodded.
No fight left.
“Medallion.”
She stood there alone. Straightjacketed. Hair dry in a messy bun on top of her head, her whole body trembling with exhaustion and a little leftover cold.
He stood there a long moment before speaking. “The schedule picks back up when I say it does. Until then, you sleep alone. Permission to get on the bed. Permission given in the middle of the night if you need to piss.”
He held the sheet up for her, she crawled in, he dropped it and the blanket over her, and she curled onto her side.
Didn’t ask for anything, didn’t complain, didn’t weep.
And that, more than anything, told him the lesson was sinking in.
He turned off the light and they all walked out.
Damn, Boone telepathed so both Kenny and Silas heard it.You sure about this?
It’s hard on all of us,Silas told him,but hawks don’t feel the same as wolves about loyalty. Honesty above all. If she’s going to belong to wolves, the lesson has to stick. She needs to understand exactly how much wolves value loyalty and honesty.
That’s it exactly,Kenny agreed.If we don’t show her how fucking serious this is, we’ll be right back here in six or eight months, and I’m not sure Silas’s wolf will accept dishonesty from her twice.
Chapter 3
The following days were hell. Literally. For starters, Kenny came to her the following morning, fucked her face while she was flat on her back, took the straightjacket off, and told her to follow him to Boone’s room.
He opened the door when he arrived, motioned her in.
Boone was still in bed, and he stood, his dick hard and still growing. He pointed to the center of the bed and growled, “Knees and chest.”
No nickname. She swallowed and climbed onto the bed.
At least he lubed his cock this time, even stuck a single finger in her ass, but she was so damned sore from the day before, from the dry fuck that had split her open and hollowed her out. But Boone wasn’t interested in how she felt.
He shoved in and found a ruthless rhythm from the start, pushing her into the mattress with every thrust, turning her breath into hitched little gasps. Her body clenched and trembled around the intrusion, her pulse loud in her ears.
