She shook her head, barely able to get air past the sobs. “No. Sir.”
“Damn right it doesn’t. You’re gonna scream. Gonna sob. And when I’m done fucking your ass, I’m going to cane it until you remember what happens to disrespectful little whores who use what’s mine without permission.”
He fucked her like she wasn’t a person.
And shewasn’t. Not in that moment.
She was a fuckhole. A cunt being taught a lesson. A shameful little objectbeing reminded of her place.It’s place.
She stayed there when he finished, twitching and sobbing when he yanked out and came on her ass and back.
She buried her face in the tear-soaked sheets, crying like a wrecked, brokenthing. Her stomach rolled. Her ass felt flayed open, raw and bleeding, even if she knew it probably wasn’t.
And still, she didn’tdaremove.
When the cane started striking, when the screams started again, she knew this was what she’d earned.
This was what shedeserved.
* * * *
Kenny stood outside Boone’s doorway, arms folded, watching as the cane landed with sharp, deliberate precision. Boone had seemed wild and out of control, but he’d kept a close leash on himself. And now, he wielded the cane with restraint. No anger, just clean and brutal.
And he made such pretty diamonds on her ass.
Boone had likely left her ass beyond raw, and Kenny could build on that.
She needed this. Not just for the training, but toknowthey’d wiped her slate clean in a few days.
Enough to convince her all three wolves, who value loyalty and honesty above pretty much every-fucking-thing, had forgiven her.
And that she’d proven how sorry she is by staying to accept their punishments, because he was well aware she might tell them to fuck themselves and walk out.
But if she did, it meant she wasn’t sorry for lying.
And that meant this wouldn’t work.
And it might not anyway. If Silas moved out, if his wolf couldn’t find a way past being lied to, it wouldn’t be the same. Kenny hoped they could make it work with just he, Boone, and Willow, but he couldn’t be sure. He desperately hoped they could do enough to convince Silas’s wolf she was truly sorry, but he honestly didn’t know if anything would be enough.
Silas had been in love with the human who’d helped him start the restaurant, and when she’d lied to him four years later, telling him she’d had her oil changed when she hadn’t, when she was planning to do it the next day, he’d bought out her portion of the restaurant and never spoken to her again. Had an attorney handle everything, down to the last penny. Silas valued honesty above all else. Wolves do in general, but Silas more than most.
Boone gave a final couple of cane strokes, harder than the ones before, and he turned to Kenny.
Done?Kenny telepathed.
Boone nodded, and Kenny told him,Make her crawl behind you back to the playroom. I assume she’ll figure out she’ll need to go to the medallion on all fours, but if she tries to stand, I’ll have a leather strap handy to help explain she isn’t allowed to.
When Boone entered the playroom, Willow did, indeed, figure out she should wait on all fours on the red medallion.
Kenny kept his voice clipped. “In. Come.”
Minutes later, she was all fours on the bondage table, her wrists bound to the table, ankles spread wide and calvesstrapped down. A strap over her back aimed her ass up, and a double dildo mounted, poised at the entrance of her holes. One for her cunt. One for her ass.
Kenny pressed the button on the lowest setting, it would be slow, incessant, and unforgiving.
Boone inserted the wiffle-ball gag into her mouth and buckled the double strap that went up between her eyes as well as straight back over her ears. This size ball would stretch her jaw and make it ache over time, but she could easily handle it for hours. Well, maybe noteasily, but it would just be pain. Not like having the Jennings gag opened wide, which was fine for shorter stretches, but not long-term.
He figured they’d be back in an hour or so.
