“Any changes we need to talk about before the end of the trial period?” Kenny asked.
“Can I have permission to go to hawk during my free time today, please Sir?” Because taking it up the ass again tonight was going to fucking hurt.
“Denied.” He grinned at Boone and looked back to her. “I kind of like making you sore, and it feels like we should keep you that way for at least another day or two.”
“Little fucktoys are supposed to be sore,” Boone said. “Every ache should remind you exactly where you are and why.”
Kenny met her gaze. “Exactlywhatyou are. Tell me, in a complete sentence back, how you felt about being called a cumdump last night, and use those words in your sentence.”
She ran his order through in her head and realized what she was going to have to say. Her face went hot, and she stared at her plate. “I enjoyed being your cumdump last night, Sir.”
“Eye contact, little cumdump. Since you didn’t, you’ll write fifty lines during your free time today.I enjoy being a cumdump to my three Sirs.Repeat it back to me.”
She wasn’t going to make the same mistake, so she met his gaze and said, “I enjoy being a cumdump to my three Sirs, Sir.”
“How many times?”
“Fifty, Sir.”
Her stomach flipped, half from nerves and half from the realization this was her first punishment. More of a reprimand, she figured, but still.
She stood to retrieve the coffee pot, refilled their mugs, and sat back down to her breakfast.
Gently.
* * * *
Silas reached for his phone and checked the news, scanned his emails, double-checked the day’s weather forecast, and then went to his assigned bedroom, where he found Willow standing in the hallway, facing the wall beside his door in inspection pose.
He’d rolled his eyes at Kenny’s extensive schedule, but now that she was here, waiting for him to hurt her and fuck her, he appreciated Kenny’s attention to detail.
“Inside and bend over the bed, Girly. Did you lube your asshole?”
“I did, Sir.”
He may as well start out harsh this first week rather than give her a false sense of him being a moderate sadist, so he grabbed a cane and made three diagonal lines, moved to her other side and made three more, crossing the first to put perfect diamonds on her ass.
He did enjoy a prettily marked little fucktoy.
Silas spread her cheeks after to get a good look at her asshole, and smiled when he saw it was red and inflamed, knowing it’d be tighter and hotter when he sank into her.
Though he didn’t exactlysinkin. He had to force his way, one relentless shove after another until he was seated all the way inside.
The resistance made his teeth clench in the best way, and her gasps and yelps told him she felt every inch.
“Still nice and sore from last night,” he chuckled, wrapping his hands around her hips.
Once in, he kept his thrusts measured, time to enjoy her rather than a race to the finish. Every brutal drive into her clutching hole fed the heat pooling in his gut. He kept a hand on her back, holding her down so she’d have no choice but to take every stroke.
Her fingers twisted in the comforter, breath hitching with every drive forward, but she didn’t try to pull away.
He held her down anyway.
Eventually, he gripped tighter, let the pace build, and when his balls drew tight he shoved deep and stayed there, spillinginto her. A groan rumbled out of him as he held her pinned a beat longer, then eased out.
Her egg was still in, and he reinserted her plug before he popped her on the ass and watched his handprint form over the already bruising diamonds he’d caned into her flesh.
“Dismissed, little cumdump. Out.”
