The clamp site throbbed in time to her heart. A private ache Silas had gifted her.
Boone brought her back so she was resting on his torso, his arms around her. “Poor little masochist, they were so rough on her.”
Kenny chuckled. “Nowhere near as rough as you’ll be.”
Boone patted her back. “Let’s get her set up.”
They guided her off him, her legs dangling for a heartbeat before Kenny scooped her into his arms, holding her against his chest. He settled her in the center of the mattress, her head where the pillows would’ve been if someone hadn’t stripped the bed of all but the bottom sheet.
Boone retrieved the broom from the corner, now covered in a plastic grocery bag over the bristles. Silas and Boone worked in tandem — socks slipped over her hands and feet, then zip-ties fastened her ankles to the outer edges of the broomstick. More zip-ties looped around the wood and through the restraints, pulled tight until her legs couldn’t shift, couldn’t close.
They raised the broom, lifting her legs high, tied the broomstick off to the cast-iron headboard, and bound her arms to the broomstick in the same manner, out near her ankles.
She was sprawled open. Exposed. Legs wide, arms bound, ass tilted up. Offered.
Boone knelt below her. And it hit her.
He was going in her ass.
Her eyes went wide. Her head started shaking before she could stop it, even as she watched him calmly slick his cock all over.
“I can’t!” She protested. “It isn’t possible.”
Boone smiled. “It is.”
Boone’s hands were steady on her hips, his sheer size making her feel impossibly small in the bound, helpless, tilted-open position.
Then came the first press of his lubed cock at her asshole — blunt, insistent, soaked in lube but still massive — and her whole body locked up. Her toes curled inside the socks, fingers spasmed in the fabric.
Her spine arched without permission.
The head forced past the tight ring of muscle with relentless pressure, and her cry broke into the air — part yelp, part hiss, all shock.
He paused, stretching her wide so she felt every pulsing beat of her heart, her hole throbbing around him, fighting to open enough to take him.
He took his time, talking her through every breath, pressing in when she exhaled, every thrust a slow, merciless stretch that set her ass and gut on fire, muscles spasming around him with nowhere to go, forcing his way in millimeter by millimeter.
Until that wasit.
Her head snapped back against the sheet. “I can’t.Yellow!”
He froze. “You can,” Boone said, voice calm, his body motionless. “I’ll go slow, but you can. Youneedto do this, and you know it.”
Her breathing stuttered, her body trembling on the edge of rebellion, and then Kenny’s fingers slid into her slick, bruised pussy, curling and stroking with pinpoint accuracy.
Her hips twitched. Her body betrayed her.
“If you want us to play with you again tomorrow,” Kenny said, tone quiet but firm, “you’ll take Boone’s dick in your ass. You’ll let him fuck you until he comes. Let him take what he needs from your body.”
Her heart pounded. The air felt thick with their expectations, with her need to please, to be good, to earn more.
Silas leaned in from the other side, splayed his warm hand across her belly. His thumb traced slow, teasing circles just above her clit.
“You’ll let us give you orgasms,” he said, voice low. So deep she thought she might be hearing the wolf mixed in. “You’ll take what we give you.”
The words sank into her psyche, rooting her to the bed, pressing against every refusal she might utter. This wasn’t just about endurance; it was about surrendering to them. About earning more from them.
“If you happen to split apart,” Boone added, his tone still maddeningly even, “we’ll all back off so you can immediately go to hawk. A second or two of pain before it ends, but I’m pretty good at judging what an asshole can take, and yours is holding up.”
