“Fitness and conditioning,” he continued, and her eyes narrowed because she already didn’t like where he was headed. “You’ll log every workout, every stretch, on a shared spreadsheet. We’ll decide if you need to do more.”
Her jaw tightened, but he kept going. “If you don’t find your own cardio, you’ll find yourself running one of the five-mile trails on the property three days a week.” He let a slow pause stretch before adding, “I’ve ordered a smartwatch for you, which you’ll wear all day, every day.”
She shifted in her seat, scent spiking with irritation, but under it, a thread of heat. That worked for him, and he took it as a yes, even though she hadn’t verbally agreed.
“I haven’t been all the way in your throat yet. That’s going to change. I’ll start stretching your jaw so I can properly fuck your face.”
Her eyes went wide. “I haven’t agreed to the workout stuff yet!”
He lifted his brows. “Your scent did. You want to argue against it when the idea made your little clit throb in the panties you’re probably wearing under those jeans?”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine, to the first one, and…” she furrowed her brows. “How do you stretch a jaw?”
“Jennings gag — rubber coated though, because I’m a nice guy.”
Once again, her scent was a combination of horrified and aroused.
She shook her head, but said, “Right. Of course. What was I thinking?”
He took that as agreement and kept going before she could find her footing. “You’ll undergo a quarterly endurance test. Early January, April, July, and October. You run ten miles, hit a weightlifting challenge, run another five miles, and then service all three of us in a row, however we want you.”
She stared at him, arousal blossoming and filling the room, so he kept going. “If you insist on resting, if you can’t manage the entire test, you’ll wake thirty minutes early three days a week to run three miles before you begin your day by servicing Kenny, and you’ll have weightlifting requirements at the start of your personal time on those days.”
Though with her having less housework, he was inclined to add workouts three days a week anyway.
Her head came up fast. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Every one of us scented your arousal when I said it,” Boone countered, his voice calm, even. “You can refuse, but you’re lying to yourself if you pretend the idea of me requiring a certain level of physical fitness from my fucktoy doesn’t turn you on.”
She sighed, tried to haggle. “Five-mile run, and only arm stuff with the weights, then service everyone.”
“Ten miles,” Boone said without missing a beat. “That part’s not negotiable. I also want some core work with the weights, and at least two leg exercises. Everything else can be arms.”
He was about to insist on keeping the next run the same, but Kenny telepathed,Might want to consider changing the second run to three miles. She’ll be more likely to agree to it if you concede something.
He had a point, so Boone continued, “The second run can be three miles.”
She gave him a look that said she knew she’d been handled, and said, “This weekend, you’ll show me what I’ll be expectedto do for the weightlifting portion, and it will be reasonable — something at least close to what I can do now.”
He shook his head. “Something you can reasonably be expected to handle by January.”
Her glare this time was pure resentment, but her scent told him exactly what he needed to know.
He looked at Kenny as if letting him know he was done, but they all knew what everyone was asking for.
* * * *
Silas rested his elbows on the arms of his chair, fingers steepled, watching her as if she were already halfway naked. She was wound up from Kenny and Boone’s demands, her cheeks pink and pulse visible at the base of her throat.Perfect.
“I give you a list,” he said, voice smooth, deliberate. “Things I can do to hurt you. You’ll ask me for one thing from that list every morning.”
Her brows pinched. “Ask you to hurt me?”
“That’s the point,” he said mildly. “You ask, I do it, it comes off the list. When it’s empty, I’ll make a new one. Nothing will take more than four minutes. Most will take two, some less.” He let that hang, knowing she was running through what that might mean — and knowing she’d be wrong. His list would besomuch worse than she was imagining.
Her lips parted as if to challenge him, but he moved on before she could build momentum. “We’re also going to talk about humiliation play. I gave you a taste this week, but my endgame can’t be shown in a single week. I’ll get you there slowly. Baby steps.”
His mouth curved into what he’d been told was a sadistic fucking smile. “The kind of humiliation I want to dole out… I’ll take you apart in tiny pieces. It’ll take months to get there, but that’s okay. I’m patient.”
