The only big difference was that she’d be able to understand them, but that was probably better for the obedience thing. Hard to obey people you don’t understand when it’s only a twelve-hour span.
And that made it…more. She wouldn’t be lost in translation. She’d understand their every word, every command, every cruel taunt and humiliating order.
Her stomach flipped, fluttered, coiled tight.
Did she want to make it real for twelve straight hours?
No safe word. No ability to beg, explain, or plead her case. Just three men pushing her body past its limits while her mind stayed wide fucking awake.
Two hours? She’d have begged for it. Would’ve crawled across glass to make it happen.
But twelve?
Her body already knew the answer. Her nipples were drawn tight, her pussy tightened around emptiness, and her clit throbbed. The air on her exposed skin was unbearable, the lack of touch making her twitchy.
Shewanted.
God help her, she wanted.
But then she considered the marathon feeling of it, her body used constantly by three men for so long. The pain, the degradation, the objectification.
The piss.
And her brain, the part of her that could triage with cold analysis, balked. It tried to pull her back, to remind her of aftercare protocols, subdrop, and the psychological guardrails necessary to be certain she’d be herself again when it ended.
Pain was fine, objectification was fine, but what if this broke part of her psyche she couldn’t put back together?
And still, her cunt clenched at the thought. Her heart hammered.
Her body absolutely wanted it, her mind rebelled, and Willow was left in some fragile, shivering place in the center where need and fear danced a breath apart.
“Any questions?”
His voice brought her back, and she realized she had a big one. “Will I be able to think in words?”
“Yes. You’ll understand us, and you’ll think in words. He’ll block your ability to vocalize. No screaming, no moaning. He’ll make your brain forget how to send signals to your voice box. Also, no way to telepath.”
A tremor ran down her entire body.
“You trust the vampire?”
He nodded. “He’s one of the good guys. Scary bastard, but there’s a decent moral fabric in there.”
He tilted his head. “We’ll know by scent if you have a total freakout. We’ll stop everything if that happens, but we won’t stop just because you hate it. No safewords. No safe signals. No way to stop it once you’re mute. For twelve hours, you won’t be our beloved Willow. You’ll be our less-than-human pet.”
She swallowed hard. “Are you trying to talk me out of it, Sir?”
He smiled, and she could see the wolf who lived inside the man — a predator wearing human skin. The wolf didn’t just want absolute obedience; it would accept nothing less than total surrender.
“I’m making sure you fully understand the details the three of us have put together. If we spend the money to do this, it won’t just be your fantasy; it’ll be a fantasy night for all of us, an opportunity to do things we’d normally see as crossing unacceptable lines. Things even Silas would consider going too far.”
The words hit her clit like a lightning strike. Her pussy clenched again, empty and aching, and her face flamed hot when he breathed in her scent.
Ofcoursehe fucking knew.
“I don’t want an answer today. I want you to sleep on it before deciding. Your deadline to let me know if you wish to become our voiceless, obedient creature is twenty-four hours from now.”
She glanced at the clock. Five minutes to seven.
