“Position?”
“Changing the sheets, Sir.”
He crouched, arms still folded across his chest, his face inches from hers. “So you were standing?”
“Beside the bed, Sir. Putting a corner on. Sir.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Ah.” A long pause. “And what thoughts were you thinking, once you fell onto the bed?”
Fuck. She could skirt around the truth, but they’d scent an outright lie. She had no choice, now. “I was thinking about how it feels when all three of you fuck me at the same time, Sir.”
“Face down? Whole body on the bed?”
She flinched, but nodded. “I think my feet were hanging off, Sir.”
“Grinding your cunt into the bed like a bitch in heat?”
“I didn’t mean to, Sir!”
“You accidentally thought things to get you off. Accidentally fucked the bed?”
She lowered her gaze without completely closing her eyes.
“Fucking worthless, disobedient cunt. Look. At. Me.”
When she did, he repeated his last question. “You accidentally thought things to get you off. Accidentally fucked the bed?”
Her voice was barely a whisper. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
His tone went super quiet, and it terrified her. “And did it feel good?”
Silence. Shame thick enough to choke on.
“Tell me.” He ordered, his voice still soft. Dangerous.
Her face burned.
He waited.
She cracked. “I couldn’t think, Sir. My hips moved without asking.”
“Not an answer.Tellme.”
She swallowed hard, throat dry. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me what you’re saying yes, to, you disobedient fucksleeve.”
His words hurt more than the damned car antenna Silas sometimes used as a cane.
“Yes, Sir, it felt good.”
“How good?”
She wanted to lie. Wanted to pretend she hadn’t fucked Boone’s fucking mattress like the disobedient needy cunt she apparently was, but the plug and egg were still vibrating away inside her, and the memories were everywhere — in her cunt, her thighs, her gut. There was no hiding the truth. Not from Kenny. Not from her body.
“Too good, Sir.”
“Tell me what happened.” His voice a little softer but still harsh. Cold.
