Silent Night, Obedient Night: The Undoing (Silent Night #2)
Chapter 1
“Something to report, bad little fucktoy? Did the whore forget who owns her holes?”
The words hit like the cage door closing and the lock engaging. Her nipples tightened, and she hated herself for it.
She swallowed. “Sir…”
“Let’s begin again,” he said, voice low, even. “Tell me what happened. Every detail.”
Her heart plummeted.
“The egg and plug went high at the same time, Sir. Just… coincidence. I didn’t touch anything, didn’t touch myself at all, Sir, I swear.”
“Mmhmm.” A long pause. “And how many orgasms have you had since Silas left you in the same state? Trussed up so you can’t touch your whore clit?”
She closed her eyes. Opened them. “None, Sir.”
He just stared at her.
She trembled, the restraints pulling tight as her instincts warred with obedience. “I… I don’t know, Sir. They were both on high. Like, mega-high. Together. I didn’t expect it, and it just happened!”
“You don’t know?”
One step. Then another. His boots stopped just under her face. He crouched, his face inches from hers, tilted up and locked in place by her ponytail.
“No sudden surges? Maybe the egg grew a finger it could stick out and massage your clit with?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then why are you trussed up in this cage waiting for punishment?”
Her breath hitched.
“Tell me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “They both went on high, Sir. At the same time.”
“Coincidence?”
“I assume, Sir.”
“And?”
Her heart slammed against her ribs. She closed her eyes.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and met his gaze again.
“What. Happened.”
“I had an orgasm, Sir.” Her voice cracked.
One beat. Two. Then his tone dipped lower.
“Where were you?”
“Boone’s room.”
“Position?”
“Changing the sheets, Sir.”
He crouched, arms still folded across his chest, his face inches from hers. “So you were standing?”
“Beside the bed, Sir. Putting a corner on. Sir.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Ah.” A long pause. “And what thoughts were you thinking, once you fell onto the bed?”
Fuck. She could skirt around the truth, but they’d scent an outright lie. She had no choice, now. “I was thinking about how it feels when all three of you fuck me at the same time, Sir.”
“Face down? Whole body on the bed?”
She flinched, but nodded. “I think my feet were hanging off, Sir.”
“Grinding your cunt into the bed like a bitch in heat?”
“I didn’t mean to, Sir!”
“You accidentally thought things to get you off. Accidentally fucked the bed?”
She lowered her gaze without completely closing her eyes.
“Fucking worthless, disobedient cunt. Look. At. Me.”
When she did, he repeated his last question. “You accidentally thought things to get you off. Accidentally fucked the bed?”
Her voice was barely a whisper. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
His tone went super quiet, and it terrified her. “And did it feel good?”
Silence. Shame thick enough to choke on.
“Tell me.” He ordered, his voice still soft. Dangerous.
Her face burned.
He waited.
She cracked. “I couldn’t think, Sir. My hips moved without asking.”
“Not an answer. Tell me.”
She swallowed hard, throat dry. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me what you’re saying yes, to, you disobedient fucksleeve.”
His words hurt more than the damned car antenna Silas sometimes used as a cane.
“Yes, Sir, it felt good.”
“How good?”
She wanted to lie. Wanted to pretend she hadn’t fucked Boone’s fucking mattress like the disobedient needy cunt she apparently was, but the plug and egg were still vibrating away inside her, and the memories were everywhere — in her cunt, her thighs, her gut.
There was no hiding the truth. Not from Kenny. Not from her body.
“Too good, Sir.”
“Tell me what happened.” His voice a little softer but still harsh. Cold.
She sobbed once. Couldn’t stop it. But she obeyed.
“My hips moved, Sir. Without permission. The pressure… it pushed me right there and I… I remembered…”
His voice stayed soft. “You thought about being used. All three of us fucking you at once?”
Her face burned. She couldn’t nod. Couldn’t look down. Couldn’t look away.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Were you loud, when you came?”
“No, Sir. I… I squeezed my jaws shut.”
“Did you try to stop it?”
“I didn’t have time,” she whispered. “It just… happened.”
Silence.
He waited.
“You fantasized about three cocks pounding you while your holes were filled and vibrating, and you fucked the sheets like a common whore.”
Tears slipped free.
“You think ‘not using your fingers’ makes it better?”
She tried to shake her head.
“You came without permission.”
It was a statement, but she responded anyway. “Yes, Sir.”
“And then you tried to tell an untruth about it to absolve yourself of responsibility.”
Fuck. “I… it really did just happen, Sir. It wasn’t like I planned it.”
“But you’ve admitted to helping it along, so your original story is bullshit, pretending it wasn’t your fault because you didn’t use your fingers while neglecting to mention you fucked Boone’s bed to give your greedy little clit the friction and contact it needed.”
A wave of shame threatened to drown her, and her voice cracked. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You told an untruth?”
“I did, Sir.”
He let that sit too long before he said, voice like steel, “An untruth is a lie.”
She stared at him through dozens of heartbeats. Long enough to choke on the silence between them.
“Agree or argue, you disobedient little fucktoy.”
“It is, Sir.”
“It. Is. What.”
Her scalp hurt. Her neck was at a horrible angle. Her back ached in the forced arch. Her hips threatened to spasm.
And the two vibrators were still pulsating, gyrating, and clashing against each other on high.
But none of that mattered. Only how pissed Kenny was, how disappointed, how wrong she’d been about how big of a deal this really was. She pulled in a breath and said the words he wasn’t going to let her avoid saying. “An untruth is a lie, Sir.”
“You lied.”
Her breath shuddered. “I’m so sorry, Sir.”
“Say the motherfucking words.”
Her heart broke because wolves value honesty above nearly everything. She’d known it, but she’d thought she could re-frame what’d happened. However, when it came down to it, the truth was that…
“I lied by omission, Sir.”
He stood, walked away, and the silence stretched until her nerves screamed.
Her stomach somersaulted when he returned with the Jennings gag. He opened a small access door and fitted it between her teeth before he opened it wider and wider, until her jaw stretched fully open, helpless.
“You’ll be punished for lying later, but this is the first step of that.”
He did something with her ponytail, lifting her head higher. Less comfortable.
Then he stood. Walked behind her. The quiet click of the latch opening on the cage door made her shiver.
She felt his fingers at her asshole before he pulled the plug, then at her pussy, and he fished the egg out.
If she could’ve sagged in relief, she would’ve.
But then fingers lifted her clit hood away from her clit. Cool gel was applied.
The sharp bite of a clamp.
Her brain did the math. Gel+Clamp.
Fuck. He’d put a TENS clamp on her.
Her whole body locked up. Her gut twisted. Fear flooded her system
“No, no, please! Sir! I’m sorry! I’m—” None of it was comprehensible with the cruel steel spreading her mouth so wide, but she figured he got the gist of it, and his response when he cut her off told her he had.
“You think this is the punishment?”
He adjusted the clamp so it bit into even more sensitive nerves.
“This isn’t the punishment.”
She whimpered.
He pushed the control up under her, moved back to the front of the cage, opened a different access door, the one her face would go through to be fucked, and fished out the control.
He stood over her, looking down into her eyes, knowing she couldn’t look away.
“Do you know what kind of whore orgasms from a vibrating egg and a fantasy?”
Her thighs shook. She whimpered.
“A bitch who doesn’t need hands. A needy little fleshlight who gets herself off because her body craves cock more than air. More than promises. More than honor.”
Click.
The first zap hit, and her screams echoed in the playroom, sharp, loud, and helpless.
He waited five seconds.
Click.
The next shock made her back arch — or it would have, if the strap across her spine hadn’t pinned her down. Her muscles spasmed, her breath caught.
“Still feel good, worthless fucktoy?”
“N–no, Sir!” Her tongue couldn’t reach the roof of her mouth to make the consonant sounds, but she thought it was enough he understood her.
He crouched again in front of her, slow and calm, face unreadable. “You fantasized about three cocks inside you. That what gets you off now?”
She sobbed. “Yes, Sir.”
“You imagine Boone in your ass?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. It hurt to try to form words, but she had to.
“Silas in your mouth?”
Her whole body jolted with the next zap, a shriek ripping from her throat.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes, Sir!”
He tilted his head. “And who was in your cunt?”
She couldn’t answer.
He let the silence stretch.
Click.
It felt like he held it twice as long this time.
“Say it.”
“You, Sir!”
“And did your cunt clench down? Get all wet thinking about being split open by your owners?”
Her shame cracked something inside her. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, I—”
Click.
A long fucking shock that never ended and finally stole her breath, cutting her screams off.
“We control your orgasms. Not you. “He leaned down, his face inches from hers. “You gave us that right. You gave yourself to us. Do you still want to belong to us?”
“Yes, Sir!”
A sob tore out of her.
“Because a fucktoy who comes without permission isn’t worth much.”
He walked behind her to adjust the clamp again, twisting the metal tighter. Her nerves lit up, pain flaring through her entire lower body.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.
He came back around to the front. Lifted the controller again. Squatted.
“This, now, is me punishing you for the orgasm, but that isn’t what has truly disappointed me.”
Click.
She screamed again.