Chapter 9 #2
Silas walked to her, unfastened and unzipped, and she opened her mouth when he moved his dick towards her face. He promptly stuck it in and then gave a little moan before telling Kenny, “Damn, dude. We want to play with our new toy.”
Kenny gave the barest of sighs. “Little hawk, the final version of the inspection series is resting inspection, and it has your hands holding your elbows behind your back, with your legs just a little closer together, but not much. For now, you may put your hands on your knees until Silas and Boone get their rocks off.”
Boone was behind her seconds later, pulling the egg from her pussy, and he slammed his dick into her. She was wet, but he’s fat, and she stepped a foot forward.
“You’ll learn to plant your feet better,” Kenny said from the side, like she wasn’t being fucked in two holes at once, slammed between two men.
Boone’s thrusts came hard and sure, the thick stretch forcing little gasps from her even around Silas’s cock.
Silas fisted her hair, angling her head to take him deeper, the heat of him pressing into her throat with every drive forward.
The rhythm between them set quick — push, pull, fill — until her whole body rocked between their weight and heat.
Kenny stayed in her periphery, arms folded, gaze sharp. “Spread your feet, little fucktoy,” he said evenly. “You lose your stance too many times, I start counting errors.”
Her heart jumped in her throat at the name. Fucktoy. That’s exactly what she was at the moment. Her back arched more, and Boone made it farther into her pussy. Spreading her even wider.
Boone’s fingers locked around her hips, steadying her, forcing her to be still while he used her.
Silas rolled his hips, rubbing his tip against the back of her throat before plunging deep again, cutting off her air.
He pulled out enough she could suck air in through her nose, but she was riding the panic of not-enough-oxygen the whole damned time.
Her clit throbbed, the ache growing sharper with every drive of Boone’s cock.
Heat coiled low, but she knew better than to chase it because Kenny’s rules were already in place.
She’d be punished for every five unsanctioned orgasms these first days, until she could be properly trained not to have them.
Silas groaned, the vibration rumbling against her tongue. “She’s got a hell of a mouth.”
Boone’s answer was a low growl and a harder snap of his hips. “And this cunt’s going to keep me here all night if I’m not careful.”
The air thickened with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, of her muffled noises, of the men’s low, rough words.
Boone’s fingers dug deeper into her hip; Silas’s hand tightened in her hair.
The pressure built until Silas stiffened, thrusting deep and holding her in place as he pulsed into her throat.
She swallowed automatically, his grip easing only when he was done.
He pulled free, tucking himself away as Boone’s pace turned punishing. She kept her knees barely bent for balance, fingernails digging into her legs just above her knees.
Finally, Boone’s groan hit her ears, his hips slammed tight to hers, heat spilling into her, his hands still gripping her hard enough she’d see the marks later.
When he withdrew, Kenny stepped in without missing a beat. “Resting inspection. Now.”
She straightened, hands reaching for her elbows behind her back, lungs dragging air in hard and fast. Her thighs trembled from holding steady, but she kept her feet planted.
Kenny circled her, slow. “Back to all fours.”
He took her through all the positions for-fucking-ever, and then directed her to kneel up, bared his dick, and finally said, “Deepthroat me, fucktoy. All the way down.”
He groaned when she did and ordered, “Hold it, little fucktoy. Don’t come off my dick until you have permission.”
She grabbed at the backs of his legs to hold herself on, her body fighting for oxygen, and came off the very instant he said, “Permission.”
Willow must’ve missed the wolves’ nonverbal communication, or perhaps they were telepathing?
However they managed it, within minutes, the plug was out of her ass and she found herself full of three dicks while standing on one leg with her torso horizontal.
Kenny in front of her, Boone and Silas standing side-by-side and hip-to-hip behind her.
Boone was back in her pussy, her left leg draped over his left arm and curled around his back. Silas crammed himself in her ass with plenty of lube and no prep — and her screams filled the room because… damn.
And Kenny was in her mouth, one hand cupping the back of her head, forcing his shaft into her mouth until her nose brushed his skin. Her jaw ached, her throat worked around him, and she barely managed to pull air in through her nose before he drew her right back down.
Silas drove into her ass like a motherfucking jackhammer, and the motion made her whole body flex with every impact, her muscles screaming to hold herself steady.
She didn’t have to balance on the leg she stood on, they had her, but it was holding a great deal of her weight.
She only had to stand there, fight to breathe, and just take what they gave her.
She was drowning in pleasure, inundated with movement and sensations.
Overwhelmed by invasion and penetration, the friction and heat of three men ravaging her senses.
The rhythm was savage, unyielding — Boone’s hips slammed forward as Silas pulled back, then reversed, the stretch in both holes pushing her past coherent thought. Kenny’s cock filled her mouth in the same cadence, the three of them working her like she was nothing but a body to fuck.
Her clit throbbed with every jolt, every shift of their bodies. Heat pooled low, blazing higher with each pass until her breath hitched and her thighs trembled.
Kenny’s eyes narrowed, “Close, little fucktoy?”
She tried to nod around him but only managed a muffled noise.
“Good girl,” he said, voice steady as if they weren’t wringing her out. “You can come as many times as you can manage. Permission ends when I empty my balls down your throat.”
His permission hit like an electric spark. She moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him as her body clenched around both Boone and Silas. The orgasm rolled over her fast and hard, stealing her air and leaving her shaking, but the three of them didn’t slow.
If anything, they got rougher.
Silas’s hand dug into her hip, his cock a relentless piston in her ass. Boone’s thrusts hit deeper, harder, grinding her clit just enough to drag another climax out of her before she’d even come down from the last. Her moans turned broken, guttural, but her body kept responding, every nerve lit.
Kenny held the back of her head, keeping her mouth locked around his cock.
His fingers tightened in her hair every time she tried to pull back for air, using her throat the way the other two used her pussy and ass.
She was shaking from head to toe, her right leg quivering, struggling to hold her weight.
A third orgasm crashed through her, her pussy fluttering hard around Boone.
He snarled something low, his pace breaking as he fought for control.
Her vision blurred, and still, Silas rutted into her rear with deep, merciless strokes, her body stretched to its limit and clenching hard around him as he chased his own finish.
Her lungs burned, her muscles ached from holding herself in position, but she clung to the rhythm.
Finally, Silas groaned, burying himself deep and filling her ass with heat. Boone followed seconds later, hips grinding tight against her, his cock pulsing in her pussy.
Only then did Kenny pull her mouth fully onto him, holding her there for one last shove down her throat before he emptied into her. “That’s it,” he growled.
“Fucking cumdump,” Silas said. “Shit, I needed that. Where’s the motherfucking plug? Gonna plug my jizz in her.”
She yelped when the plug went back in, and then relaxed when Boone and Silas lowered her to the mat, her leg shaking so hard she’d barely been able to hold herself upright. Her chest heaved, hair plastered to her temples, her skin flushed and slick with sweat.
Kenny stepped back, tucking himself away, his gaze still fixed on her. “On your knees. Drill time. Kneel up, fucktoy.”
Her head jerked up in disbelief. “Now?”
“Now,” he said, voice flat. “Positions with graceful transitions. Every mistake earns you a punishment later.”
“And she didn’t say Sir,” Silas said. “Bad little cumdump.”
Her body screamed at her to lie down, but she pushed herself up, moved her hands to the back of her head. Exhaustion turned every movement into an act of will, but she obeyed anyway. Spread-kneel. Kneel-up. All-fours. Knees-and-chest. Kneel-up. Child’s pose. Inspection. Spread eagle.
He called them in random order, sometimes repeating the same two or three over and over, other times switching so fast she had to think through the movement. Her breath came ragged, muscles trembling with every shift, but she kept moving. Her mind was a blur of muscle memory and stubborn obedience.
By the time he finally put her in spread-kneel and said, “Good girl,” her arms and legs felt like they were made of lead.
Kenny’s mouth curved slightly. “Shower first, and then bedtime with me and Silas. Don’t forget your rules.”
Willow’s legs protested every step toward the bathroom, muscles tight from holding positions and from being used hard in every hole. She turned on the water, adjusted it, and stepped under the spray.
She was allowed a three-minute shower at night before bed.
No lingering, no zoning out. She scrubbed sweat and more from her skin while keeping her hair out of the water because there wasn’t time to wash it and deal with it.
She shut the water off, toweled herself dry, and saw her brush and a ponytail holder on her vanity.
She used both and made her way back to the bedroom.
Silas sat propped against the headboard, bare-chested, idly rolling a nipple clamp between his fingers. Kenny stood at the foot of the bed, eyes fixed on her.
She crossed the room to the small bathmat beside the foot of the bed and went into inspection pose. She hadn’t known what that meant when she’d read the rule, but she sure is fuck did now.
She stood there, breathing slow, ignoring the ache in her legs. Her abs. Her fucking asshole. James had taken her ass a few times a month. It wasn’t used to this kind of activity.
Kenny took his time looking her over before nodding toward the mattress. “Up.”
She climbed on, moving to the middle, looking forward to snuggling in, but Kenny said, “Knees and chest.”
She didn’t want to start off their first day by making them punish her, but fuck, she was tired.
She went into position though, and then yelped when Silas slapped her thigh. “Spread those whore legs, little fucktoy.”
And fuck if his words didn’t ignite a fire in her all over again. Damn, she wanted to pull her legs together and squirm, but she spread them wider and arched her back.
And then yelped when Silas grabbed her clit and fucking squeezed.
She went to raise up, but Kenny’s hands pushed her down, and Silas said, “No moving, cumbucket.”
He pressed and squeezed at the same time, and sharp little shocks rocketed through her nerves without letting the pleasure spread. Her hips tried to twitch away, but someone grabbed the butt plug, holding her still with it.
And then the plug came out and was quickly replaced with Kenny’s lubed cock, pressing hard, breaching her ass. No warm-up, no easing in — just a constant, inexorable invasion until he was flush against her.
“Ours,” he said, and started to move.
Silas’s thumb kept its maddening rhythm on her clit, pinning her right at the edge of sensation without tipping her over. Kenny’s pace in her ass was unhurried but deep, each thrust making her clit grind harder against Silas’s hand. The combination was maddening — heat building, nowhere to go.
Her nails dug into her own palms, her fists so tight, down beside her legs. Her breath came in short bursts, ragged as hell but she couldn’t get on top of them.
“No orgasms for the little fucktoy this time,” Kenny said, his cock picking up speed. “We decide your pleasure. Not you.”
It went on long enough that her muscles began to shake again, the strain in her core matching the slow, steady claiming of her body. And when Kenny finally groaned low and spilled into her, Silas simply pulled his hand away, leaving her clit aching and her body humming with frustration.
She didn’t even know who put the plug back in her ass.
Kenny rolled her to her side, curled in behind her, and kissed the back of her neck. “Sleep.”
Her mind wanted to argue, but exhaustion swept through faster than the protest could form. Within minutes, she was limp between them, her last conscious thought was that tomorrow, she’d be just as sore and just as owned.
She’d never felt more claimed, more wanted. She was exactly where she belonged.