Chapter 2
Willow heard someone climbing the steps, but couldn’t be sure of who it was until they reached the top and walked.
Boone.
Her heart fell. How could she face him?
Kenny’s words echoed like a brand in her skull: You disrespected him. You came on his motherfucking bed.
As badly as she needed the gag out, and to be let out of the cage, her body trembled from the sheer dread of what now?
She closed her eyes while he released the ponytail, and while gentle fingers eased the gag into its resting position and slid it free, slow and careful.
But he didn’t massage her jaws the way he did after jaw-stretch training.
He released her cuffs from the bars, opened the rear door of the cage.
“Back out.”
No nicknames. Her heart hurt.
When she was clear of the cage, he walked away from her. Out of the playroom. “Lying cunts crawl after their owners.”
She crawled down the hall behind him, knees aching. Her hands trembled as she moved, body stiff from her time in the cage, joints creaking in protest.
Her vision blurred. Not from the pain, from the grief. The shame.
He opened his door and stood aside. She didn’t dare so much as pause before she crawled inside like the filthy thing she was. The horrible fucktoy who’d disrespected his bed.
“On the bed. On your belly like a little worm.”
Her chest cracked open and her heart hurt. The bed. His bed.
She climbed up and flattened herself on her belly, face to the mattress. His mattress. Shame burned down her spine, flayed her open from the inside. He’d never called her that before. Worm. That was Silas’s word, but Boone had said it like it was true.
His clothes hit the floor in a few dull thuds, then he was on the bed, his knees bracketing her legs before she’d even settled, the pressure of his thighs forcing her legs together.
Trapped.
No preamble. No preparation. No warning. No easing. He shoved in with a blunt, brutal shove of his cock, forcing her ass open dry. Driving deep. Shoving hard.
A scream tore from her throat. Her chest. The bottom of her stomach.
Her body tried to fight him, spasming against the stretch, but he didn’t slow. Didn’t soften. His hands clamped down on her shoulders and forced her to take it. Forced her open. Forced her still. Held her open while he shoved every inch into her screaming hole.
“Lying whores don’t get lube.”
She bit her tongue and didn’t respond. She didn’t deserve kindness. Didn’t deserve lube. Didn’t even deserve to be seen as a person right now.
“Tell me why you did it,” he growled, dragging his cock nearly all the way out before slamming it back in. “Why my motherfucking bed?”
She sobbed into the blankets, the sheets already soaked from her tears and snot. “Because… because both of them were on high, and I was so close, and I was leaned over doing the corner! It wasn’t against you, Sir, this was just where I was when… when everything went to high all at once—”
“And that’s never happened before?”
She sobbed. Gasped for air.
He punctuated with another harder thrust. “Tell me.”
“It has, Sir, but this time was different! It put me almost there right away, Sir!”
“And?” He rammed into her again, brutal and unyielding.
“And… and I came, Sir. I didn’t mean to, but I… I was thinking about you. All of you. Using me. I didn’t plan it, it just hap—”
His hips slammed harder against her ass, sinking his massive cock all the way inside her, the impact loud and wet now with the damage he was doing to her hole. She screamed again, barely able to hold still under the force of it.
“You came on my bed, without permission, like a filthy little slut with no control over her greedy motherfucking cunt.”
She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Her insides felt like they’d been twisted around his cock, torn and bruised. Her stomach heaved and rolled — if she’d eaten recently, she’d have puked.
“I sleep in this bed,” he hissed, each word dragged out like a lash. “I own this bed. And you—” A savage thrust punctuated the word, shoving her forward on the mattress, “You fucking disrespected it.”
He brutalized her ass with a relentless pace. Deep and fast. Hard. Vicious.
Tears streamed from her eyes, soaking into the sheets she’d soiled with her dishonor, her deceit. Her breath hitched, and her voice came out high and ragged, “I’m sorry, Sir — please—”
“You think ‘sorry’ means a damn thing right now?”
She shook her head, barely able to get air past the sobs. “No. Sir.”
“Damn right it doesn’t. You’re gonna scream. Gonna sob. And when I’m done fucking your ass, I’m going to cane it until you remember what happens to disrespectful little whores who use what’s mine without permission.”
He fucked her like she wasn’t a person.
And she wasn’t. Not in that moment.
She was a fuckhole. A cunt being taught a lesson. A shameful little object being reminded of her place. It’s place.
She stayed there when he finished, twitching and sobbing when he yanked out and came on her ass and back.
She buried her face in the tear-soaked sheets, crying like a wrecked, broken thing. Her stomach rolled. Her ass felt flayed open, raw and bleeding, even if she knew it probably wasn’t.
And still, she didn’t dare move.
When the cane started striking, when the screams started again, she knew this was what she’d earned.
This was what she deserved.
* * * *
Kenny stood outside Boone’s doorway, arms folded, watching as the cane landed with sharp, deliberate precision. Boone had seemed wild and out of control, but he’d kept a close leash on himself. And now, he wielded the cane with restraint. No anger, just clean and brutal.
And he made such pretty diamonds on her ass.
Boone had likely left her ass beyond raw, and Kenny could build on that.
She needed this. Not just for the training, but to know they’d wiped her slate clean in a few days.
Enough to convince her all three wolves, who value loyalty and honesty above pretty much every-fucking-thing, had forgiven her.
And that she’d proven how sorry she is by staying to accept their punishments, because he was well aware she might tell them to fuck themselves and walk out.
But if she did, it meant she wasn’t sorry for lying.
And that meant this wouldn’t work.
And it might not anyway. If Silas moved out, if his wolf couldn’t find a way past being lied to, it wouldn’t be the same.
Kenny hoped they could make it work with just he, Boone, and Willow, but he couldn’t be sure.
He desperately hoped they could do enough to convince Silas’s wolf she was truly sorry, but he honestly didn’t know if anything would be enough.
Silas had been in love with the human who’d helped him start the restaurant, and when she’d lied to him four years later, telling him she’d had her oil changed when she hadn’t, when she was planning to do it the next day, he’d bought out her portion of the restaurant and never spoken to her again.
Had an attorney handle everything, down to the last penny.
Silas valued honesty above all else. Wolves do in general, but Silas more than most.
Boone gave a final couple of cane strokes, harder than the ones before, and he turned to Kenny.
Done? Kenny telepathed.
Boone nodded, and Kenny told him, Make her crawl behind you back to the playroom. I assume she’ll figure out she’ll need to go to the medallion on all fours, but if she tries to stand, I’ll have a leather strap handy to help explain she isn’t allowed to.
When Boone entered the playroom, Willow did, indeed, figure out she should wait on all fours on the red medallion.
Kenny kept his voice clipped. “In. Come.”
Minutes later, she was all fours on the bondage table, her wrists bound to the table, ankles spread wide and calves strapped down. A strap over her back aimed her ass up, and a double dildo mounted, poised at the entrance of her holes. One for her cunt. One for her ass.
Kenny pressed the button on the lowest setting, it would be slow, incessant, and unforgiving.
Boone inserted the wiffle-ball gag into her mouth and buckled the double strap that went up between her eyes as well as straight back over her ears.
This size ball would stretch her jaw and make it ache over time, but she could easily handle it for hours.
Well, maybe not easily, but it would just be pain.
Not like having the Jennings gag opened wide, which was fine for shorter stretches, but not long-term.
He figured they’d be back in an hour or so.
And while this probably wasn’t better than the cage, Kenny’s instincts had told him not to put her back in.
Silas was already at the stove, throwing together the fast version of his skillet lasagna. He had his homemade sauce from the freezer he could heat, noodles that would cook in the sauce, ground meat, and lots of cheese to add at the end.
“I need one of you to drive to the store and buy a dog bowl while I cook,” Silas said. “An actual, stainless steel dog bowl. Maybe with a dog print on it, if they have one.”
Kenny looked at Boone, who nodded and left.
“The harsh treatment ends tonight,” he told Silas. “She’ll have days of some harsh trials, but we stop calling her a lying whore after tonight. Whores who lie, Cunts who can’t be honest with their owners… do you see the difference?”
Silas sighed. “I do. Not sure I agree, but I’ll follow your orders.”
“We can still be a little aloof, but no more anger. Matter-of-fact. Interrogations will be over for me and Boone. You’ll have your firewood-on-the-skid where you can interrogate if you want, but that’s it.”
Boone returned thirty-five minutes later, just in time for them all to sit down together to eat.
* * * *
Silas washed the dog bowl when they finished eating. He put a full portion of the lasagna in and cut the noodles into bite-sized pieces. Made sure it would be humiliating and edible.
He knew Kenny wasn’t completely on board with the dog bowl, and he appreciated that his Alpha was giving it to Silas and his wolf.
He also appreciated Kenny reeling him back to keep him from going too far.