Held her open for more.
The second blow landed before she could catch her breath, sharper than the first. Her hands twisted uselessly in the cuffs above her head. Her vision blurred.
By the fifth strike, the ache had gone deep, radiating out through her pelvis until she could feel it in her lower back. She lost count somewhere after that, each crack of leather striking flesh stole her breath, stripped her focus, left her clit raw and her throat hoarse from screaming.
When he finally stopped, she thought it was over. She sagged in the restraints, every muscle trembling.
“Two more,” Silas said. “Look at me, naughty little cumslut.”
She met his gaze, terror rocketing through her nerves all over again.
“Full strength, and this is behind us, which means if I have something to say, I have to do it now. I’m disappointed in you for breaking the rules, but I respect that you came clean right away. This is about wiping the slate clean. Two more, and it’s gone.”
The strap came down with a vicious crack that tore a scream straight from her core. Agony rocketed through her, her breath exploding into a sob as her thighs jolted against the restraints. Every nerve between her legs screamed, the pain radiating up into her belly until she thought she might throw up.
The last one landed harder. Deeper into the tender, raw, brutalized flesh. A strangled scream tore from her throat, the sound eventually breaking into a sob. Her vision spotted, her body shuddering with the effort to curl in on itself, but the bondage held.
And then it was done — the throbbing, searing ache all that remained, hot and pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She sagged again, gulping air, her mind clinging to the one thing that made it bearable: it was over.
Her wrists were freed first, then her ankles. The gag came out last, leaving her jaw throbbing. She swallowed against the dryness in her mouth, managing a whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”
And she meant it. If broken rules didn’t bring serious and inescapable consequences, then they didn’t matter. She’d hated every minute of it, but she’d forced their hand, and they hadn’t disappointed.
Kenny didn’t smile, but there was a small shift in his eyes. Satisfaction. Approval.
He motioned toward the bathroom. “Wash your face, straighten yourself up. Dinner in ten.”
She walked carefully to her bathroom. The skin between her legs felt swollen and angry, every step a reminder. She splashed cool water on her face, brushed her hair back into place, and took one more deep breath before donning her dress in the hallway and heading downstairs.
The scent of the casserole met her halfway down. Kenny and Silas were already at the table. Boone joined them a moment later, his shirt sleeves pushed up, forearms corded from work.
They didn’t mention her orgasm or the resulting discipline. She didn’t either. Punishment wiped the slate clean.
She served their plates before taking her own seat, catching the sight of Boone’s giant hand in her peripheral vision when he reached for the pepper grinder. Big, square palm. Thick fingers. The kind of hand that could spread her open in ways she wasn’t sure she was ready for, and she was his tonight.
He’d told her from the start he’d work toward fisting her if she was his. Would that start tonight?
Her bruised, inflamed clit throbbed in warning at the thought.
She lowered her gaze to her plate, took a careful bite, and listened to the low rumble of their conversation — knowing the night was far from over.
Each movement sent flares of pain through her core, the plug pressing deep, the ache of stretched muscles refusing to fade. The burn reminded her with every breath that she was claimed. Owned.
And that this wasn’t a scene because this was her life now.
No roleplay. No easy escape when it got too hard because no way in hell was she walking out the door when they were bringing her wildest, darkest fantasies to life.
She’d imagined this for years, living it vicariously in fiction, craving a life of obedience and consequence, structure and surrender.
But this was different.Real.
And reality didn’t flinch when her eyes welled with tears.
Reality strapped her down and made her scream.
Each shift of her thighs brought a reminder of everything she’d been through that day, and who she now belonged to. Pain sang through her throbbing clit, the ache between her legs was raw and real, but so was the heat curling low in her belly, twisting her nerves taut.
She was unraveling, inch by inch, not because she regretted anything, but because every moment reminded her there was no going back.
