Her pulse was still high, the push and pull of giving and getting leaving her strung tight. Some wins, some losses, and the slow, dangerous thrill of realizing this was actually going to happen.
Chapter 15
Kenny leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs under the conference table as Willow closed her notebook. She’d done well — kept her voice steady, even when she was asking for things she knew might get shot down. The little hawk had given him plenty to think about and at least a few things to adjust.
What did he start with first, while the air still hummed with the tension of the give-and-take?
He let the moment hang, watching the faint flush on her chest. He liked her like this, keyed up from the discussion, braced for whatever came next. His cock was already paying attention, pressing against his zipper.
“Orgasm training needs its own schedule outside of my time with you. Thirty minutes a day, shortly after I arrive home during the week, probably after your breakfast has settled on the weekends, but that can be flexible, depending on our plans for the day.”
Her brows shot up, lips parting. “Everyday?”
He resisted the urge to shrug. These were negotiations, and he didn’t technically own her in this moment. “You’ll learn faster if I’m reinforcing the training daily instead of every four days. No gaps. No chance for your body to forget what I’ve taught it.”
She shook her head, but said, “Ten minutes, max, if it’s every damned day.”
“Forty minutes.”
She glared at him, and he relented, “Twenty, but if you try to make it less, I’m going to insist on my original thirty.”
She sighed. “Fine. Twenty minutes.” His cock gave a slow, approving throb at the hesitation in her voice. She was likely doing the math in her head, figuring if she could hold out seven minutes, it would only be two shocks.
Too bad for her, most of the time she could only hold out five or six minutes — but maybe this would give her incentive. Perhaps he’d let her see the clock in their next session, rather than having it behind her where only he could gauge her improvement. She’d only lasted a minute and a half the first time, after all.
Pain was a competent teacher when applied properly.
Today was about being clear on expectations, so he added, “Just so we’re clear, you’ll be trained to come when and how I want you to — sometimes so many times you’ll beg me to stop, and other times not at all. Maybe a week, maybe two without release, until you’re nothing but need and obedience.”
She crossed her arms, a flash of defiance under the nerves. “Can I at least get a guarantee you won’t keep me like that for months?”
“I can’t see a reason to go longer than two weeks, but I’m not promising a time frame. This works because it’s mine to control.”
“And because sometimes we’ll want you to be a needy little cockslut,” Silas added.
He wanted to be irritated at Silas breaking his flow, but his words had sent her arousal wafting into the air, so he’d made the right call.
Still, she wrestled with it, chewing at the inside of her cheek while she considered whether to argue, to try to force him into a maximum time.
When she finally gave a short nod, satisfaction curled through him.
He figured it was time for something easier for her to digest, so he told her, “You and I appreciate schedules and routines, but weekends will be looser. You’ll still service all three of us in the mornings, but as we wake rather than on a schedule. Also, we’ll handle the meals — though you’ll be responsible for making sure our drinks don’t go empty for more than a few seconds.”
“Still a scene in the evening based on the schedule,” Boone added, “And you’ll have two of us in bed at night.”
She let out a small breath, as if Boone’s addition had been a relief, and he made a mental note of it. Relief was good. It meant she wanted them in bed with her. He figured she hadn’t enjoyed sleeping alone the night before.
He knew the feeling, since he slept alone every third night, but that was okay. He stayed up later on those nights, catching up with work. Two nights with her gave him a reason not to burn the midnight oil looking over contracts and specs.
The rest of his items pertained to the group as a whole, so he looked to Boone, since he’d go next. Normally, he’d go last, but since his requests were considerably more reasonable than Silas’s, this was the best strategic order.
* * * *
Boone shifted in his chair, stretching his legs the way Kenny had, but leaning forward into his forearms. He wasn’t one for wasting words, so he got right to it.
“You’re aware I don’t allow submissives to form their hand or hands into a fist around me. Not when I fuck you, not when I hurt you, not when we’re just standing around talking. Iunderstand you use it as a way to deal with pain, but you’ll have to find other coping mechanisms when I’m in the room or there will be punishment you won’t enjoy.”
She’d gotten better about not making fists around him, not squeezing and opening them while he worked his fingers into her and stretched her wide, so he wasn’t surprised when she nodded after only a few seconds.
