Page 86 of Theirs to Hunt (Girls Like Us #1)

Chapter eighty-six

T he study was still. Sunlight cut across the desk in clean lines. Everything in order. Everything under control.

Except her.

She left this morning in my robe, damp hair trailing down her back, skin marked with bruises I hadn’t planned but couldn’t regret. I watched her walk into the kitchen, where Brooks handed her coffee and pretended not to be completely in love with her. And I let her go.

But only physically.

I opened a new tab and typed without hesitation.

Best period tracking apps .

It wasn’t about ownership. It was about awareness. Timing. Preparation.

I wouldn ’t risk her. Not just physically. All of her.

I picked the cleanest app I could find. No pink fonts or fake cutesy trash. I wanted clean data visualization and subtle AI.

Created a private account. Sent her a message without preamble.

What day are you on

Is this code for something

No. I want to track your cycle

…Why do I feel this is less about flowers and cravings and more about anal

I smirked.

Because you’re not wrong. If you want flowers and cravings handled, we can share it with Brooks

I sent her the link. Set permissions.

I don’t ask for control. I build systems around it.

She didn’t reply. Not in text anyway. But a minute later, the app pinged.

Shared access granted.

She even entered her last period and heavy flow days. She knew what I’d ask next. Anticipated it.

I leaned back in my chair. Satisfied. For twelve seconds.

Then opened a new tab.

Anal training kits.

Silicone. Medical grade. No garish colors.

I added a set to the cart. Small to large. Gradual. Elegant. Quality.

She’d said she’d only used a bullet vibrator before. That meant this would take time. Trust. Control. My favorite things.

I selected a set of lubes next. Unscented. High-end. Long-lasting. Nothing that would burn or chafe.

This wasn’t a porno. This was hers.

Her first real experience. And it would be on my terms. Not because she was mine.

Because I wanted to be the only man she ever thought of when she moaned from something so raw.

When you get home, we’re going to talk about your training schedule

That’s what we’re calling it now?

You’ll be calling it a lot of things, little fawn. But yes. That’ll do for now

My phone pinged again. A text. With an attachment.

?? REAGAN’S CONSENT LIST ( Since you’re planning it all out... here’s what I worked up. Have at it. )

? HARD LIMITS – Absolutely Not · Degradation or humiliation · Public exposure without prior consent · Needles, clamps, or anything clinical or cruel · Pain without emotional connection or aftercare · Being ignored as punishment · Anyone outside of Brooks

?? SOFT LIMITS – Proceed Carefully · Breath play · Primal play (yes, but let’s build rules) · Discipline (only if I actually deserve it, not random control) · Daddy references (one-on-one only. Brooks is your actual son. I will throw hands.)

? YES, PLEASE – Enthusiastic and Ongoing · Power exchange · Possessiveness · Cycle tracking (you already downloaded the app, didn’t you?) · Praise kink · Marking and claiming (solo = yes.

I will absolutely ooohhh daddy all over you) · Spanking · Restraints · Strategic dominance · Outdoor play (private, not stupid) · Brooks and Grayson at once (yes.

.. and twice on Tuesdays) · Nicknames are good.

“Whore” or “slut” is f ine in-scene. · Outside the bedroom? Prepare for taser duty.

?? UNDER CONSIDERATION – Ask Again Later · Breeding kink (we’ve known each other for two weeks. Letting you go bare was already reckless. That’ll hold you for now.) · Collaring (in-house only to start) · Formal obedience or training protocols · Living full-time in the triangle

??? FINAL NOTES I want to be played with, not played. I surrender when I feel safe, not when I feel forced. Don’t bark orders and expect me to drop. If I give you everything, I need you to protect everything.