Chapter 22 #2
Boone sat in Willow’s spanking chair and studied her. Even bald, bruised, and raw — she smelled like theirs. Not broken. Not bitter.
His wolf huffed inside him and settled.
Willow looked at him, and he wasn’t surprised. She’d been more in touch with his wolf since the blood-bond ceremony.
He met her gaze a few seconds before saying, “I got my hand farther into your ass than I ever have before. This tells me I need to hurt you in more places at once, but I’d like to hear your thoughts about why you opened for me more.”
She blew out a shaky breath. “Just, so much happening at once, I guess. I’m not sure I have an answer for you, Sir.”
He nodded. “You’re stronger than you know.
Physically, mentally, emotionally. I’m damned proud of you.
The crawling, the suspension, the fucking pony.
You held up like a champ. I know you have what you’re thinking of as your quarterly exam coming up, but I’d like to work with Kenny on designing a scene around testing your endurance while we dehumanize you.
Maybe a pony-girl type thing without all the costumes, just the workhorse part of it. ”
Her scent flared unmistakably — mortification tangled with heat, and Boone grinned. “Okay then. I’ll plot it out with Kenny and then we’ll bring you in.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Damn wolf nose. What about you, Sir? Silas got a whole bunch of fantasies checked off, and I figured a few were Kenny’s. What parts came from you?”
Boone rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve wanted the toilet stuff all along, but we all figured once a month on the full moon was already a big ask.
I’d love to scent mark you more often, and my wolf is settled right now, having you smell so much like us today.
” He hesitated before he gave her the rest. “Kenny turned down my biggest ask, but he was probably right.”
Willow looked at Kenny and back to Boone. “What did you ask for, Sir?”
Boone’s gut tightened. He’d wanted her to ask, but now, saying it out loud suddenly seemed like too much.
No turning back at this point though, so he told her.
“Tilt your body up, so your pelvis is perpendicular to the ground, open your pussy and ass wide with speculums, and then piss in the holes.”
Her face froze, but her scent shocked him more than her stare — revulsion threaded with arousal so strong it filled the room.
Fifteen seconds of silence stretched, and she quietly said, “It isn’t in me to ask for that, Sir, and yet, I find I don’t want to tell you it’s a hard limit, either.”
“Two weeks,” Kenny said. “It’s on the list.”
“I have three new hard limits, Sirs.”
Boone’s heart thumped hard, fear biting. Had they gone too far, after all?
“Asparagus, pinto beans, and whatever the third thing was in that disgusting concoction Silas came up with, Sir.”
Boone smiled in relief, but Silas’s voice came through Kenny’s phone, “You can’t just randomly decide hard limits all helter-skelter.”
“Yeah,” Kenny said. “She can. It has to be a negotiation if it’s something one of us really wants, but I’m inclined to give her those three.”
“Stinky tofu is a fucking delicacy,” Silas said through the phone.
“What are you making me to eat for second breakfast, Sir?” Willow asked Silas, aiming her voice toward Kenny’s phone.
“From scratch Belgian waffles with an apple compote, your favorite omelet combo, plus bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, and I decided what the hell, so we have biscuits and gravy, too.”
She grinned, and Boone saw the mischievousness before she spoke. “Damn, you must really feel terrible about being so mean to me, Sir.”
“I feel bad about nothing, little Miss orgasms-when-she’s-humiliated. Things are going to be so much worse for you in scenes now that I know the depths you wish to be taken.”
“Two weeks,” Kenny told him. “Nothing changes for two weeks.”
“With respect, Sir,” Willow told Kenny, “That’s between me and Silas, and I’m not agreeing to anything today, but I’ll probably be ready to in four or five days.”
Kenny lifted the now-empty tray and plate off the bed, set it onto a nearby table, crawled into bed, and pulled Willow into his arms.
“You’re okay.”
She frowned at Boone over Kenny’s shoulder and said, “Of course I am, Sir. I mean, pretty much everything on my body hurts, but I heal faster than humans even if I don’t change. It only barely burned when I peed this morning, and last night it was like acid on raw skin.”
Kenny pulled back. “Not talking physically. I felt like we were taking you where you wanted us to go last night, but then this morning, I woke up hours earlier than you, and I started second-guessing myself. I was worried we’d broken you so bad you might not bounce back.”
She shook her head. “I won’t break in twelve hours, Sir. We might need to give me a day to transition back if we do this for three to five days, but I’m good. Really.”
Boone settled in his skin a little more.
Her eyes met his and he scented arousal again.
He lifted a brow at her, and she rolled her eyes.
“Just because seeing you there makes me remember being spanked over your lap doesn’t mean it’s happening today.
I was promised a day off from anything physical, and I’m taking it. ”