A third orgasm crashed through her, her pussy fluttering hard around Boone. He snarled something low, his pace breaking as he fought for control. Her vision blurred, and still,Silas rutted into her rear with deep, merciless strokes, her body stretched to its limit and clenching hard around him as he chased his own finish.
Her lungs burned, her muscles ached from holding herself in position, but she clung to the rhythm.
Finally, Silas groaned, burying himself deep and filling her ass with heat. Boone followed seconds later, hips grinding tight against her, his cock pulsing in her pussy.
Only then did Kenny pull her mouth fully onto him, holding her there for one last shove down her throat before he emptied into her. “That’s it,” he growled.
“Fucking cumdump,” Silas said. “Shit, I needed that. Where’s the motherfucking plug? Gonna plug my jizz in her.”
She yelped when the plug went back in, and then relaxed when Boone and Silas lowered her to the mat, her leg shaking so hard she’d barely been able to hold herself upright. Her chest heaved, hair plastered to her temples, her skin flushed and slick with sweat.
Kenny stepped back, tucking himself away, his gaze still fixed on her. “On your knees. Drill time. Kneel up, fucktoy.”
Her head jerked up in disbelief. “Now?”
“Now,” he said, voice flat. “Positions with graceful transitions. Every mistake earns you a punishment later.”
“And she didn’t saySir,” Silas said. “Bad little cumdump.”
Her body screamed at her to lie down, but she pushed herself up, moved her hands to the back of her head. Exhaustion turned every movement into an act of will, but she obeyed anyway. Spread-kneel. Kneel-up. All-fours. Knees-and-chest. Kneel-up. Child’s pose. Inspection. Spread eagle.
He called them in random order, sometimes repeating the same two or three over and over, other times switching so fast she had to think through the movement. Her breath cameragged, muscles trembling with every shift, but she kept moving. Her mind was a blur of muscle memory and stubborn obedience.
By the time he finally put her in spread-kneel and said, “Good girl,” her arms and legs felt like they were made of lead.
Kenny’s mouth curved slightly. “Shower first, and then bedtime with me and Silas. Don’t forget your rules.”
Willow’s legs protested every step toward the bathroom, muscles tight from holding positions and from being used hard in every hole. She turned on the water, adjusted it, and stepped under the spray.
She was allowed a three-minute shower at night before bed. No lingering, no zoning out. She scrubbed sweat and more from her skin while keeping her hair out of the water because there wasn’t time to wash it and deal with it. She shut the water off, toweled herself dry, and saw her brush and a ponytail holder on her vanity. She used both and made her way back to the bedroom.
Silas sat propped against the headboard, bare-chested, idly rolling a nipple clamp between his fingers. Kenny stood at the foot of the bed, eyes fixed on her.
She crossed the room to the small bathmat beside the foot of the bed and went into inspection pose. She hadn’t known what that meant when she’d read the rule, but she sure is fuck did now.
She stood there, breathing slow, ignoring the ache in her legs. Her abs. Her fucking asshole. James had taken her ass a few times a month. It wasn’t used to this kind of activity.
Kenny took his time looking her over before nodding toward the mattress. “Up.”
She climbed on, moving to the middle, looking forward to snuggling in, but Kenny said, “Knees and chest.”
She didn’t want to start off their first day by making them punish her, butfuck, she was tired.
She went into position though, and then yelped when Silas slapped her thigh. “Spread those whore legs, little fucktoy.”
And fuck if his words didn’t ignite a fire in her all over again. Damn, she wanted to pull her legs together and squirm, but she spread them wider and arched her back.
And then yelped when Silas grabbed her clit and fuckingsqueezed.
She went to raise up, but Kenny’s hands pushed her down, and Silas said, “No moving, cumbucket.”
He pressed and squeezed at the same time, and sharp little shocks rocketed through her nerves without letting the pleasure spread. Her hips tried to twitch away, but someone grabbed the butt plug, holding her still with it.
And then the plug came out and was quickly replaced with Kenny’s lubed cock, pressing hard, breaching her ass. No warm-up, no easing in — just a constant, inexorable invasion until he was flush against her.
“Ours,” he said, and started to move.
Silas’s thumb kept its maddening rhythm on her clit, pinning her right at the edge of sensation without tipping her over. Kenny’s pace in her ass was unhurried but deep, each thrust making her clit grind harder against Silas’s hand. The combination was maddening — heat building, nowhere to go.
