Silas came last, returning from upstairs, and didn’t waste a single second. His kiss landed like a strike, mouth claiming her without hesitation, tongue sweeping in with the arrogance of uncontested ownership. No warning or softness, just deep, immediate blatant dominance, and his hand found her left nipple.
He pinched until she very nearly tried to move his hand away, the sharp pain spiking her arousal and stealing her breath, but at the last second she curled an arm around him instead. Clutched at him and held on.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, still squeezing her nipple between his fingers. His dark eyes searched hers — calculating, interested. Maybe even a little pleased.
“I like the feel of your hands,” he said, voice low and rough. “Rules for my past submissives have denied them the right to touch me without permission.”
A pause. The pressure on her nipple didn’t let up. “But we might change that rule for you.”
Heat pooled in her core, her pussy clenching around the plug and egg inside her. Arousal and anxiety tangling and twisting through her.
She looked to Kenny, then back to Silas. “I’m sorry, Sir. That wasn’t in my rules.”
“Because it isn’t a rule yet,” Kenny said. “We’re dealing with house rules first. Once those are established, we’ll handle our individual preferences and expectations.”
Willow nodded, chest tight, body aching — her head spinning with the realization that this was only the beginning.
They walked her to a smaller breakfast nook, already set for four. The table held a takeout spread from the Local Goat, with enough meatloaf and mashed potatoes to feed thirty people, steam curling from the containers.
She took her seat, the plug a constant weight, the egg shifting with every move. Boone handed her a glass of tea, Kenny a plate already loaded with food.
“When someone’s glass runs low, you’ll fill it,” Kenny said, his tone calm and even. “Pay attention. I don’t want to start your first night with a punishment, but if you require it, we’ll do so. Tell me your rules while we eat.”
“I address all of you asSiron the premises, even around people. At the construction company, only in your office. Basically, anytime we’re in private, but not around outsiders, Sir.”
“These first three days, you can forget twice per day. We’ll point it out to you, and you’ll correct your error with a suitable apology. If you forget a third time, there will be consequences. Starting the fourth day, you don’t get any mulligans. “
“Thank you, Sir.”
He waited for her to take a bite and swallow before he said. “Next rule?”
“The dress downstairs. Nothing upstairs. The dress gets folded on a table ten feet from the steps, Sir.” While she was thinking of it, she added, “I’m not to close my bedroom orbathroom doors. I’m not allowed on my bed without permission or invitation, Sir.”
She took a sip of her tea. “I can’t go to hawk without permission unless there’s a safety reason to do so, Sir. “
“Do you understand these rules?” Silas asked. “Any questions?”
“No, Sir. They’re quite clear.”
Kenny forked into his meatloaf, chewed, and pulled his phone from his pocket. He fiddled with it a second and looked to his left.
Willow looked in the same direction and saw a daily schedule on a large screen, a television turned sideways, maybe.
5:00 AM– Wake. Wash face, brush teeth, prepare body for use.
5:15 AM– Kenny’s shower
5:30 AM– Available for Boone’s use
