Chapter 15
Kenny leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs under the conference table as Willow closed her notebook.
She’d done well — kept her voice steady, even when she was asking for things she knew might get shot down.
The little hawk had given him plenty to think about and at least a few things to adjust.
What did he start with first, while the air still hummed with the tension of the give-and-take?
He let the moment hang, watching the faint flush on her chest. He liked her like this, keyed up from the discussion, braced for whatever came next. His cock was already paying attention, pressing against his zipper.
“Orgasm training needs its own schedule outside of my time with you. Thirty minutes a day, shortly after I arrive home during the week, probably after your breakfast has settled on the weekends, but that can be flexible, depending on our plans for the day.”
Her brows shot up, lips parting. “Every day?”
He resisted the urge to shrug. These were negotiations, and he didn’t technically own her in this moment. “You’ll learn faster if I’m reinforcing the training daily instead of every four days. No gaps. No chance for your body to forget what I’ve taught it.”
She shook her head, but said, “Ten minutes, max, if it’s every damned day.”
“Forty minutes.”
She glared at him, and he relented, “Twenty, but if you try to make it less, I’m going to insist on my original thirty.”
She sighed. “Fine. Twenty minutes.” His cock gave a slow, approving throb at the hesitation in her voice. She was likely doing the math in her head, figuring if she could hold out seven minutes, it would only be two shocks.
Too bad for her, most of the time she could only hold out five or six minutes — but maybe this would give her incentive.
Perhaps he’d let her see the clock in their next session, rather than having it behind her where only he could gauge her improvement.
She’d only lasted a minute and a half the first time, after all.
Pain was a competent teacher when applied properly.
Today was about being clear on expectations, so he added, “Just so we’re clear, you’ll be trained to come when and how I want you to — sometimes so many times you’ll beg me to stop, and other times not at all. Maybe a week, maybe two without release, until you’re nothing but need and obedience.”
She crossed her arms, a flash of defiance under the nerves. “Can I at least get a guarantee you won’t keep me like that for months?”
“I can’t see a reason to go longer than two weeks, but I’m not promising a time frame. This works because it’s mine to control.”
“And because sometimes we’ll want you to be a needy little cockslut,” Silas added.
He wanted to be irritated at Silas breaking his flow, but his words had sent her arousal wafting into the air, so he’d made the right call.
Still, she wrestled with it, chewing at the inside of her cheek while she considered whether to argue, to try to force him into a maximum time.
When she finally gave a short nod, satisfaction curled through him.
He figured it was time for something easier for her to digest, so he told her, “You and I appreciate schedules and routines, but weekends will be looser. You’ll still service all three of us in the mornings, but as we wake rather than on a schedule.
Also, we’ll handle the meals — though you’ll be responsible for making sure our drinks don’t go empty for more than a few seconds. ”
“Still a scene in the evening based on the schedule,” Boone added, “And you’ll have two of us in bed at night.”
She let out a small breath, as if Boone’s addition had been a relief, and he made a mental note of it. Relief was good. It meant she wanted them in bed with her. He figured she hadn’t enjoyed sleeping alone the night before.
He knew the feeling, since he slept alone every third night, but that was okay. He stayed up later on those nights, catching up with work. Two nights with her gave him a reason not to burn the midnight oil looking over contracts and specs.
The rest of his items pertained to the group as a whole, so he looked to Boone, since he’d go next. Normally, he’d go last, but since his requests were considerably more reasonable than Silas’s, this was the best strategic order.
* * * *
Boone shifted in his chair, stretching his legs the way Kenny had, but leaning forward into his forearms. He wasn’t one for wasting words, so he got right to it.
“You’re aware I don’t allow submissives to form their hand or hands into a fist around me.
Not when I fuck you, not when I hurt you, not when we’re just standing around talking.
I understand you use it as a way to deal with pain, but you’ll have to find other coping mechanisms when I’m in the room or there will be punishment you won’t enjoy. ”
She’d gotten better about not making fists around him, not squeezing and opening them while he worked his fingers into her and stretched her wide, so he wasn’t surprised when she nodded after only a few seconds.
“Fitness and conditioning,” he continued, and her eyes narrowed because she already didn’t like where he was headed. “You’ll log every workout, every stretch, on a shared spreadsheet. We’ll decide if you need to do more.”
Her jaw tightened, but he kept going. “If you don’t find your own cardio, you’ll find yourself running one of the five-mile trails on the property three days a week.” He let a slow pause stretch before adding, “I’ve ordered a smartwatch for you, which you’ll wear all day, every day.”
She shifted in her seat, scent spiking with irritation, but under it, a thread of heat. That worked for him, and he took it as a yes, even though she hadn’t verbally agreed.
“I haven’t been all the way in your throat yet. That’s going to change. I’ll start stretching your jaw so I can properly fuck your face.”
Her eyes went wide. “I haven’t agreed to the workout stuff yet!”
He lifted his brows. “Your scent did. You want to argue against it when the idea made your little clit throb in the panties you’re probably wearing under those jeans?”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine, to the first one, and…” she furrowed her brows. “How do you stretch a jaw?”
“Jennings gag — rubber coated though, because I’m a nice guy.”
Once again, her scent was a combination of horrified and aroused.
She shook her head, but said, “Right. Of course. What was I thinking?”
He took that as agreement and kept going before she could find her footing. “You’ll undergo a quarterly endurance test. Early January, April, July, and October. You run ten miles, hit a weightlifting challenge, run another five miles, and then service all three of us in a row, however we want you.”
She stared at him, arousal blossoming and filling the room, so he kept going.
“If you insist on resting, if you can’t manage the entire test, you’ll wake thirty minutes early three days a week to run three miles before you begin your day by servicing Kenny, and you’ll have weightlifting requirements at the start of your personal time on those days. ”
Though with her having less housework, he was inclined to add workouts three days a week anyway.
Her head came up fast. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Every one of us scented your arousal when I said it,” Boone countered, his voice calm, even. “You can refuse, but you’re lying to yourself if you pretend the idea of me requiring a certain level of physical fitness from my fucktoy doesn’t turn you on.”
She sighed, tried to haggle. “Five-mile run, and only arm stuff with the weights, then service everyone.”
“Ten miles,” Boone said without missing a beat. “That part’s not negotiable. I also want some core work with the weights, and at least two leg exercises. Everything else can be arms.”
He was about to insist on keeping the next run the same, but Kenny telepathed, Might want to consider changing the second run to three miles. She’ll be more likely to agree to it if you concede something.
He had a point, so Boone continued, “The second run can be three miles.”
She gave him a look that said she knew she’d been handled, and said, “This weekend, you’ll show me what I’ll be expected to do for the weightlifting portion, and it will be reasonable — something at least close to what I can do now.”
He shook his head. “Something you can reasonably be expected to handle by January.”
Her glare this time was pure resentment, but her scent told him exactly what he needed to know.
He looked at Kenny as if letting him know he was done, but they all knew what everyone was asking for.
* * * *
Silas rested his elbows on the arms of his chair, fingers steepled, watching her as if she were already halfway naked. She was wound up from Kenny and Boone’s demands, her cheeks pink and pulse visible at the base of her throat. Perfect.
“I give you a list,” he said, voice smooth, deliberate. “Things I can do to hurt you. You’ll ask me for one thing from that list every morning.”
Her brows pinched. “Ask you to hurt me?”
“That’s the point,” he said mildly. “You ask, I do it, it comes off the list. When it’s empty, I’ll make a new one.
Nothing will take more than four minutes.
Most will take two, some less.” He let that hang, knowing she was running through what that might mean — and knowing she’d be wrong.
His list would be so much worse than she was imagining.
Her lips parted as if to challenge him, but he moved on before she could build momentum. “We’re also going to talk about humiliation play. I gave you a taste this week, but my endgame can’t be shown in a single week. I’ll get you there slowly. Baby steps.”
His mouth curved into what he’d been told was a sadistic fucking smile. “The kind of humiliation I want to dole out… I’ll take you apart in tiny pieces. It’ll take months to get there, but that’s okay. I’m patient.”
Her throat worked, scent shifting with that little ripple of unease he liked so much.