“I think we can work with that,” Kenny said. “The resentment, the trapped feeling. It isn’t just for storing you away, but also another restraint method, with a hole we can open to put your head through, lock it in place to fuck your throat. Another hole on the other end we can fuck you through — back you up so we can bind your thighs to the back bars.”
And once again her thighs pressed together of their own accord because her clit had traitorously pulsed with every damned word at the visual of locking her to the cage to be fucked. She hated that they could read her scent, hated that she couldn’t keep it neutral no matter how much she schooled her face.
Half of her wanted to scowl just to cover it; the other half wanted to lean forward and ask when it would all be ready.
“You’ll also see changes to your bedroom,” Kenny continued. “A fancy steel Alaska king bed to replace the double-queen I had to come up with right away. Sliding barn doors into the playroom, which will make it an extension of your bedroom when open. I’ll wall up the door into the hall, and you’ll have a medallion in the floor outside the playroom as well as beside the bed, where you’ll stand to await permission.”
She was used to that, standing beside the door to the playroom, and the small bathmat beside her bed, so she nodded.
“You already know your closet door will be locked. Also, we’ll install plumbing so we can easily turn off the hot water to your room as an optional consequence or punishment.”
Consequences happened when she didn’t do as expected during training. Punishment happened when she disobeyed her rules or refused an order. She didn’t like the idea of a cold shower, but it wasn’t unreasonable when used as a deterrent.
“You’ve been giving yourself an enema every morning, and this will continue. We’ll install a permanent nozzle and enema system in your shower, so you can fill and empty yourself quickly. Shifters aren’t as likely to become enema dependent, but your week-plus a month working will ensure that doesn’t happen.”
When she didn’t argue, he kept going. “Other than when the morning schedule calls for it, you’ll never walk past your bedroom toward our end of the hall when we’re home. You will go into our rooms when we’re away to clean them per your daytime schedule, but when we are home, we will have total privacy on our end of the hall. You, however, will have zero privacy.”
She felt her brows pull together. “Zero?” She’d already understood this, but she had a feeling there were things he had in mind she didn’t yet understand.
“The doors to your bedroom and bathroom will be removed. We’ll also have the passwords to get into your laptop, phone, and tablet, and you’ll stay logged into all websites so we can see the histories. No privacy for anything.”
She stared at them, wanting to argue. It was too invasive.
He sat back and crossed his arms. “Either you belong to us, or you don’t.”
The words hit like a sledgehammer. He was right, and she would agree to it for social media and the like, but…
“Right, agreed, but I’ll need private access to my banks. Also, my investment accounts.”
He clearly didn’t like that, but he gave a terse nod. “You may tell your browser not to remember the login information for those sites.”
It would be a pain in the ass to have to log in from scratch every time, but she nodded.
Part of her wanted to surrender so completely there was nothing left to hide, but no boyfriend was ever going to have access to her money. She trusted these guys, but people did stupid things when a relationship blew up.
Still, the part of her that craved complete surrender, the version of herself who ached for a way to let go completely, complained she was blowing it.
“Pack integration,” Kenny said. “You handled Misty just fine. We’ll figure out the rest as we go.”
She nodded faintly. She hadn’t expected that to be part of negotiations, but it made sense. It also made her feel good he thought she could handle herself enough not to give her rules.
“Sunday evenings, seven o’clock, group meeting outside of power exchange,” he continued. “Eventually, that’ll go to oncea month, and we’ll stay in power exchange, but you’ll still be expected to be honest.”
The practical side of her latched on to that. “Yes. Thanks for that.”
His smile was real again. Not a smirk. “You’re welcome.”
His voice shifted, a little more wicked. “We like the idea of making time with you a currency between us. Poker nights — winner gets you for three scene nights in a row, and all to himself in bed.”
Her stomach flipped, a flash of heat rushing lower. Three days with just one of them… there were ways that could be heaven, and ways it could be absolute hell. Both made her chest tight in a way she didn’t want to think about too hard.
“This could be expanded,” Kenny said. “So if I do a favor for one of them, I’ll give up a night sleeping with you.” He glanced at Silas. “It’ll have to be a helluva favor for me to give up a scene night.”
An object to be bartered.Her clit pulsed. Her nipples throbbed. She nearly moaned.
Kenny continued as if he hadn’t just tilted her reality on its side.
“Punishment authority. Any of us can discipline you for a transgression.”
