“Any chance you want to be a permanent toilet?” he asked.
“No,” Kenny said. “The two of you can negotiate that into your scene nights, but it isn’t in the overall agreement.”
But he caught Willow’s scent and was again surprised.
“I’m not going to make any big decisions today,” Willow said, “but at this moment, I think it’d be fine for scenes, and even for, like, when we’re in the private areas of the house.” She met his gaze. “Or in either of your offices, Sir.”
Kenny tried not to show his shock. She’d be okay with having to be his toilet when she came to his office for lunch. The power behind it during last night’s fantasy had surprised him. Did he want to push that into their everyday life? His wolf certainly did, but the man would need to sit with it a while before deciding.
“Okay,” he told her with a nod. “You’ll make a list of things from last night you might want to incorporate into scenes and or everyday life, and we’ll sit down and discuss it in two weeks.”
Silas called Kenny’s phone, told him to put it on speakerphone and keep it on, and he went down to work on breakfast.
Kenny breathed in again. Their hawk’s scent told him the truth: not broken, not regretting, not hiding cracks. Just sore, wrung out, and moretheirsthan the morning before.
Kenny exhaled, and his wolf settled. He pressed a kiss to the top of her bare scalp and let himself believe her.
* * * *
Boone sat in Willow’s spanking chair and studied her. Even bald, bruised, and raw — she smelled like theirs. Not broken. Not bitter.
His wolf huffed inside him and settled.
Willow looked at him, and he wasn’t surprised. She’d been more in touch with his wolf since the blood-bond ceremony.
He met her gaze a few seconds before saying, “I got my hand farther into your ass than I ever have before. This tells me I need to hurt you in more places at once, but I’d like to hear your thoughts about why you opened for me more.”
She blew out a shaky breath. “Just, so much happening at once, I guess. I’m not sure I have an answer for you, Sir.”
He nodded. “You’re stronger than you know. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I’m damned proud of you. The crawling, the suspension, the fucking pony. You held up like a champ. I know you have what you’re thinking of as your quarterly exam coming up, but I’d like to work with Kenny on designing a scene around testing your endurance while we dehumanize you. Maybe a pony-girl type thing without all the costumes, just the workhorse part of it.”
Her scent flared unmistakably — mortification tangled with heat, and Boone grinned. “Okay then. I’ll plot it out with Kenny and then we’ll bring you in.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Damn wolf nose. What about you, Sir? Silas got a whole bunch of fantasies checked off, and I figured a few were Kenny’s. What parts came from you?”
Boone rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve wanted the toilet stuff all along, but we all figured once a month on the full moon was already a big ask. I’d love to scent mark you more often, and my wolf is settled right now, having you smell so much like us today.” He hesitated before he gave her the rest. “Kenny turned down my biggest ask, but he was probably right.”
Willow looked at Kenny and back to Boone. “What did you ask for, Sir?”
Boone’s gut tightened. He’d wanted her to ask, but now, saying it out loud suddenly seemed like too much. No turning back at this point though, so he told her. “Tilt your body up, so your pelvis is perpendicular to the ground, open your pussy and ass wide with speculums, and then piss in the holes.”
Her face froze, but her scent shocked him more than her stare — revulsion threaded with arousal so strong it filled the room.
Fifteen seconds of silence stretched, and she quietly said, “It isn’t in me to ask for that, Sir, and yet, I find I don’t want to tell you it’s a hard limit, either.”
“Two weeks,” Kenny said. “It’s on the list.”
“I have three new hard limits, Sirs.”
Boone’s heart thumped hard, fear biting. Had they gone too far, after all?
“Asparagus, pinto beans, and whatever the third thing was in that disgusting concoction Silas came up with, Sir.”
Boone smiled in relief, but Silas’s voice came through Kenny’s phone, “You can’t just randomly decide hard limits all helter-skelter.”
“Yeah,” Kenny said. “She can. It has to be a negotiation if it’s something one of us really wants, but I’m inclined to give her those three.”
“Stinky tofu is a fucking delicacy,” Silas said through the phone.
