“I have a size kink.” His tone didn’t waver. “If you’re ours, we’ll work at least once every week to ten days on getting my fist into your pussy. It may never happen, and that’s fine. It isn’t about actually getting there, but about the attempt.”
Her thighs tightened, breath stalling in her chest. It wasn’t just arousal, but the thrill of being laid open. Studied.Used.
“You already know what it’ll be like when I fuck your ass for the first time after everychange.Same stretch, same fire, same no-going-back once I start. I’ll probably play around with fisting your ass sometimes too, but the real focus’ll be your cunt. Maybe I sink my entire fist into you in five years.” He gave her a half smile. “Then we start working on the second.”
Her pussy clenched involuntarily, the echo of yesterday’s stretch in her ass flaring in sharp contrast to the low, insistent hunger curling in her belly.
She swallowed, body lighting up like itwantedto be terrified — and somehow wasn’t.
“I like watching you stretch for me,” he continued, voice still calm, deliberate. “I like speculums, and they make ’em for both holes. Like seeing inside you while you hold still and let me look. Like stretching your jaw open around a gag until your eyes water and your throat works around it.”
Heat bloomed in her chest, her belly, her entire body.
“I like seeing what you can take,” he said, “and then I like seeing what happens when I push past that.”
She didn’t know if she could take it, but some wild, aching part of herwantedto be opened by him. To be stretched until resistance broke and surrender flooded in.
“You still in the conversation?” Kenny asked.
Crazy or not, she was unquestionably still in the conversation, but she was smart enough to know there would be negotiations later, and no matter what Silas had said, shewouldhave the agency to set hard limits and boundaries — and she needed to answer with that in mind.
“I’m not making any promises, but I appreciate everyone’s honesty.” She blew out a breath. “And as Silas pointed out, all three of you can scent my body’s reactions, though you aren’t in my mind, seeing it screaming and waving red flags all over the fucking place.”
He grinned. “Since you won’t be working and have the time, I’m inviting you to a seven-day stint at my house. These two will stay in a guest bedroom, and we’ll set a room up for you. All four of us, under one roof for the duration.”
He looked at Silas and Boone, back to her. “The three of us will have to go to our jobs — Boone and I work Monday through Friday and the occasional Saturday, Silas generally works Tuesday through Saturday, and a few hours midday on Sunday.”
“We could each get her to ourselves on a schedule during the week,” Boone said, “and then have a big scene with all four of us every Sunday.”
“Who’d sleep with her?” Silas asked.
“Different schedule,” Kenny said. “Two people in bed with her every night. Her in the middle.”
It truly made her their toy. Shared.
Fuck, that was hot.
But she wanted to inject a little realism. “Twenty-four/seven for a week is hot, but I’m not sure it’d work beyond that. I mean, it’s what I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never had it. I’ve played a lot, had tons of scenes at play parties and clubs, dated kinky people who only wanted to be in control for scenes, but never someone who wanted to take control of me every minute of every day.”
“If we want to take it beyond, we’ll write a weekly meeting in,” Silas said. “Outside of power exchange, to find out what is and isn’t working for everyone, and we’ll finesse the rules, schedules, whatever.”
It struck her, the dichotomy of Silas leveling shot after shot of the sadistic things he wants to do to her earlier, and being the voice of reason now. The contrast made it all feel more real, more possible — and her stomach fluttered with a fresh wave of nerves and want.
“You’ll be gone a week every month,” Kenny said. “If that wasn’t the case, I’d be the one insisting you have some time outside of power exchange, but my read on you is that you’re going to want to walk into the house and only be responsible for following your rules for at least the first couple of days.”
She nodded. “Yeah. This seems surreal. We just met, and you’re talking about moving me in as your, like, sex slave.”
“Is that the terminology you want?” Kenny asked. “Sex slave? Service submissive? Pain toy?”
Her breath caught. Kenny hadn’t flinched atsex slave.Hadn’t dismissed it, hadn’t even hesitated — just offered it as one of several valid options. The blunt acceptance hit low and hard.
She shook her head. “I don’t really like the first two. For others, yeah, but not for me. And I hope I’ll be more than a toy…” she hesitated, and realized how stupid it would be to lie to wolves. “But also…that.”
“We can work on labels later,” Silas said. “Looks like we’re about to have company again.”
Sure enough, two men holding hardhats were walking up the driveway, and Kenny stood. “I’ll talk to them this time. Why don’t ya’ll head over to our cabin. Probably not safe to get into a scene with all these crews on the premises, but Silas can get dinner started.”
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