And her scent gave every bit of it away.
She pursed her mouth, trying not to squirm. “I want to say no to that, but clearly, my subconscious thinks it’s hot.”
“If we’d done a scene today,” Boone said, “you’d have learned ten positions, some difficult to hold, others all about grace, and you’d have moved between them as named, punished every time you hit ten errors.”
The images slammed into her: training, discipline, repetition.Earned approval.
Boone looked at Kenny, who said, “I don’t punish masochists with enjoyable pain. No spankings. In my world, tardiness is punished, sloppy service is punished, a wandering mind is punished. I don’t expect perfection in everything, but errors above a certain watermark will result in consequences, and whether the discipline will be physical, psychological, or a combination of the two will be entirely up to us.”
He tilted his head. “Whatever it takes to shape you into what we need, to break you into our rules, to train you to our requirements.”
Fuck, but that’s what she’d wanted from James. A system. A path. Expectations that mattered. Consequences that meant something.
And her day planned out. No surprises. Orders to follow, pleasure to provide.
Her voice came quieter this time, edged with hunger. “What would a typical true punishment be?”
Kenny sat back. “Nettles in your underwear and bra. Kneeling on dry rice. Writing lines with a pepper-infused butt plug in your ass. A soapy enema. Mouthsoaping. I find that for certain offences, those last two work well in concert together.”
She swallowed, her thighs tensing at the imagined heat of pepper oil prickling between her butt cheeks, the phantom taste of bitter soap coating the back of her tongue. “Yeah. I can see those would get someone’s attention.”
Kenny smiled.
Silas leaned forward, his voice casual and a little smug. “If we’re talking about for-real shit now, then it’s time I stop pretending.”
He waited until she looked at him. Let the silence stretch.
“I’m a sadist. No sugar-coating it. I’m going to hurt you.”
Willow froze. Not entirely fear, but like her body couldn’t quite process the blunt force honesty of his words. Her stomach fluttered. Part of her wanted to run, but a darker part wanted to kneel.
“I’ll want your obedience, yeah. But that’s not the end of it.” His voice dropped lower, slower. “I’ll want to tie you down and hurt you. Not once. Not a scene here and there. Over and over again. Not because you’ve done something wrong — but because I want to.”
The words hit like a gut punch. Her pulse went wild.
His gaze didn’t leave hers. “Eventually, we’ll play without a safeword. I know that won’t happen next week. But that’s the goal. You’ll cry real tears. You’ll beg for the pain to stop.”
He tilted his head, lips curling in something between a grin and a threat. “But it won’t. Not when you think you’ve had enough. Not when your voice shakes or your eyes plead. It’ll stop when I’m satisfied. Not a second before.”
Willow couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Heat and terror and arousal crashed together inside her like a fucking avalanche — or a damned landslide. She could feel her skin flush from the inside out, like her whole body was blushing.
“And then I’ll hold you while you fall apart,” Silas added, softer now. “Love you through it. Fix your boo-boos if they needfixing, even if you’re being a brat about it. Feed you. Wash you. Carry you to bed and kiss you while you cry.”
Her hands trembled around her coffee mug. Her throat locked up. Becausefuck, this was the dark corner of her brain that she never, ever let anyone see — the one that wantedexactlythis. The part of her that wanted to be ruined and rebuilt. Owned. Rewritten.
Silas’s voice gentled even more. “I get messy. Humiliation and beyond. Watersports. Crawling. You’ll be my pet, mything, and I’ll turn you inside out until you don’t remember how to breathe without my say-so.”
Her pussy clenched hard. Her face flushed. She didn’t know what to say — didn’t trust her voice, which probably didn’t matter since she was completely fucking speechless.
He sat back, took a drink of his coffee, a smart-assed smirk that went all the way to his eyes. “And for the record, after your reactions to that? Not a single bit of that gets negotiated away. Don’t dare try to say our kinks aren’t a perfect match.”
She shook her head. There was no way to deny it. Everything inside her screamedyes, and that might be the scariest part of it all.
But could shereallyagree to all that?
Boone shook his head. “And Silas was the one trying to slow Kenny down earlier. You want to hear my kinks? Still in the game?”
She wasn’t entirely sure she trusted her voice, so she nodded.
