They worked on her servicing them that night, with her riding Kenny’s dick while she gave Boone a blow job. When she failed miserably, they put her between them and Kenny fucked her throat while Boone was rougher thaneverwith her ass.
And then they held her, told her they loved her and they were sure she’d get better, and petted her to sleep.
She never got an orgasm, though.
And she’d like to use that as an excuse for her actions the next day, but fucktoys don’t get orgasms without permission.
The next morning went as it always did. She chose to have Silas put a binder clip on her clit for sixty seconds and then whip it off with a two-foot horsewhip.
Tuesdays are a heavy chore day without having to exercise, and while she was changing the sheets on Boone’s bed, the plug and egg both went into mega-high-speed at the same time. They’re both on individual programs as far as she could tell, so it was pure coincidence, but she was so fucking horny, it put herrightat the edge of an orgasm. Balancing at the top.
She went down face-first on Boone’s bed and remembered how it felt when they all used her at the same time. Three dicks in her. Moving. Thrusting.
And the orgasm hit. Full on. Jerking, spasming while she fucked her hips into the bed.
It was glorious.
But then it was over and the guilt hit, but she hadn’t played with herself, right? It would be fine. She’d just tell Kenny she was sorry, but it’d just happened. She hadn’t touched herself, she was just putting sheets on the bed, and it hit.
It was going to be fine.
But she worried it might not be.
* * * *
Willow heard the truck pulling up, and she dropped to her knees fifteen feet from the door, heart pounding as she waited for Silas to step inside. The guilt rolled off her like heat. Regret, too. And a little fear.
She knew he’d scent it all, but there was nothing she could do about it.
The moment he walked in, he paused, lifted one brow.
She flushed under the weight of his silence.
He closed the door behind him. Stood another five seconds before saying, “Speak, little whore. What have you done?”
Her voice came out soft. “The egg and plug both went on high at the same time, Sir.”
He spread his feet. Crossed his arms.
And stared.
Her stomach flipped.
“I had an orgasm, Sir.” The words left her in a rush, and then she scrambled to justify. “I’m so needy, Sir! And with both holes on high! I couldn’t help it! It justhappened!”
He didn’t speak. Just studied her. And then turned and walked toward the stairs.
She scrambled to her feet and followed, pulse racing.
Upstairs, he waited while she removed her dress, silent as always.
She followed him into her bedroom, stopped on the red medallion when he went into the playroom, her throat dry.
“Permission to enter, worthless cunt.”
Her feet moved before her mind caught up, body conditioned to obey.
And then she saw where he was going.
