“If you don’t come to me, I’ll assume it’s too much, and as I said before, that’s fine. This has to be something you desperately want to happen. I won’t order you to do this.”
She tried to breathe past the heat spreading through her chest. This was more than a decision. It was a big fucking line in the sand, with no escape route once she was over it. It was stepping off a cliff without her wings and trusting her men wouldn’t let her fall too hard.
He sat back. “I love you, Willow. There are ways for me to work your list of fantasies into realities, and it might be interesting for us to do so once a year, in the days leading up to Christmas. I’m thinking a cabin in the mountains the first week of November may end up being a tradition as well, where you get our attention all day and into the night two or three days in a row away from the house, our phones, the pack. We won’t ask you about that, we’ll tell you it’s going to happen.”
He sat up a little. “If you decide you want this, you’ll have to come to me and ask for it. I need you to desperately want it, to ask for it becauseyouwant it, not to please us.”
And there it was. She wouldn’t just have to tell him she wanted to be debased to something less than human, to the voiceless, obedient creature he’d promised, she’d have to ask him for it.
But it didn’t change anything. She still had to choose, first.
“Thank you for giving me time to consider it, Sir.”
“To be clear, there will be no negotiations. It’s either ask me for it, or don’t. If you want to talk about why you turned it down, that’s fine, but you’ll need to turn it down before we can have that discussion, and once you turn it down, the chance is gone. I’ll be open to listening and talking if that’s the case. I’ll be interested in your reasons, but I won’t require an explanation.”
He sat back. “Different subject, but while I have you here, thank you for texting me the details of your next assignment. I appreciate that you accepted the offer to be gone the week of MLK Day rather than New Year’s. I’ll never make orders around your job, but it’ll be nice to have you home to celebrate the New Year.”
She tried to work holidays because, depending on the hospital, the pay was either time-and-a-half or double the usual rate. She’d be shifting that around some now that she had men she wanted to celebrate special days with though.
Before she could thank him for respecting her work trips, he motioned for her to stand. “Get your ass upstairs. It’s Silas’s night. Be interesting to see what new marks he puts on your body. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
She rose fast, the dress went back on before she opened the door, she ran up the stairs, took the dress back off at her armoire, and was on the red medallion waiting to be given permission to enter the playroom before seven.Barely.
Not that she’d have been in trouble. When one of them gets her off the schedule and makes her late, he always lets the others know. It just bugs her when the routine gets disturbed.
But she isn’t in charge. She only has to follow instructions. Obey.
Only this time, she had to make a decision, and a big one. Giant.
Bottom line though — if she turned down the offer, she’d regret doing so for the rest of her life.
But was she brave enough to ask for it?
* * * *
When her alarm went off the next morning, Kenny shut it off and caught her wrist when she sat up to head for the toilet.
“On your back. Cunt mouth open.”
Still fuzzy with sleep, she blinked up at him, and then obeyed. Lips parted, jaw slack, her throat already stretching in anticipation.
He rose over her and used her mouth like it was nothing more than a wet hole for his pleasure, driving in harder than usual, his rhythm brutal. She gagged around him, eyes watering, arms pinned under his weight as he pushed the back of her head into the mattress. His growls turned guttural when he came, hips jerking, cock pulsing, and he emptied himself down her throat with no concern for her breath or comfort.
She swallowed because she had no choice.
He rolled off, exhaling a long, satisfied breath.
Then another before saying, “Get off your lazy ass and go get my shower started, fucktoy.”
She scrambled out of bed, cunt needy and likely to stay that way, her bladder full, her whole body still reeling.
She’d start the water and then use his toilet.
Halfway through washing him, he reached for her and shoved her toward the shower bench. “Bend the fuck over.”
She braced her palms, spread her legs, and arched her back.
He soaped his dick and shoved a soapy finger into her asshole, and she hissed at the sharp chemical burn, but then he was forcing his soapy dick inside, opening her and stretching her while she already burned, driving deep, fucking her ass like he hadn’t just destroyed her throat minutes earlier. Her body jolted with each brutal thrust, his grip cruel on her hip.
