“Can’t believe Kenny picked finishing the oil change over this,” Silas said, voice light with amusement.
Boone’s chuckle was low and cruel. “Not being here’ll make the interrogation later more interesting.”
Willow’s gut twisted like someone had yanked her intestines into a tight knot. She was going to have to explain her actions to Kenny. Look him in the eye and own every fucking disrespectful word. A violent full-body shiver coursed through her, and the tears came faster.
Still, she kept picking. One vicious leaf at a time. Each one clung to her fingers, some of them curling against the flesh and releasing a fresh wave of sting.
She could carry about a dozen in each hand without damaging them, and when she returned, the men had scooted the earlier leaves to the left side of the paper. Boone motioned her forward without a word.
She laid the second load gently on top, and before she could move away, Boone scooped her up and placed her on the cleared section of butcher paper. Flat on her back.
The sting began instantly, sharp pinpricks shooting up her spine where a few stray leaf pieces remained.
Boone’s voice came short. Harsh. “Grab your ankles, foulmouthed cumbucket.”
She held them up and out, wanting to apologize, to tell him how sorry she was, but he’d said no more words, and she wouldn’t disobey again.
Or at least, not today. Probably not for another couple of weeks, maybe even months.
She grit her teeth, trying to stay still as Boone moved between her legs and began layering leaves with distressing precision.
He started at her outer lips, and the moment the first leaf brushed her folds, her hips jerked. The pain was instant and mind-ripping, poison penetrating until every sensitive nerve along her slit screamed.
He didn’t stop.
Boone used broad fingers to tuck leaf after leaf between her inner and outer labia, and she felt each new patch of stinging nettles rake across skin too delicate for this kind of torment. She tried to keep still, tried to be good, but her legs trembled uncontrollably.
A long whine escaped when he circled the outside of her hole with them.
And then he started toward her clit.
Silas’s voice was calm and helpful. “No. Lift the hood up, get it all the way up so you can tuck them in completely around it, and angle the little hairs aimed at her clit, with another layer angled out, toward the inside of the hood. Make her think twice before she mouths off to you like that again.”
Boone followed the instructions to the letter.
She cried out when he pinched the hood between his fingernails to pull it up, and then came the leaves. One tucked beneath the hood and pressed around it as he’d done her nipple. Another layered over it, barbs angled with surgical malice before he carefully situated the hood back down.
More pressed into the top of her cleft.
Every cell of her cunt felt blistered and inflamed. Her breath hitched, and her head rolled back against the table as she whimpered.
The panties went on over her legs, and Boone held the fabric to her cunt while he helped her stand and then pulled them up.
She thought they were done, but Silas’s voice came from behind her again. “Bend over, disobedient fuckhole.”
Her muscles didn’t want to move, but she obeyed. Moved like a broken doll, barely aware of how her legs turned her around, how her body bent over the table.
She folded an arm on the table and rested her cheek on her upper arm to keep her face away from the torn leaf pieces.
Boone peeled her panties down enough to tuck nettles against her asshole, and the leaves stuck to her raw skin, barbs raking across her rim before he added more down her crack, across both cheeks, layered thick.
She couldn’t stop shaking.
By the time the panties were back in place, it felt like her whole body pulsed with flame. Every movement hurt. Every breath reminded her of her own stupidity. Her arrogance.
Boone helped her into an exercise bra and tight compression bike shorts. She gasped when the material pressed everything tight against her, sealing the fire to her skin and locking it in.
“Workout’s not over,” Boone said, and his words hit her like a fucking death sentence.
