Page 60 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)

Davy

Boot camp was even more intense with Micca home.

She woke around four in the morning and had me help her re-organize her closet.

She stroked my cock over the cage every chance she got, played with my balls, and changed out my butt plug a couple of times before putting the smart one in and programming it to constantly change the way it vibrated.

It’s an odd shape, so it presses against my prostate, and it drove me fucking crazy .

When I didn’t hear her issue an order because of it, she put her fingers to her lips to remind me to be quiet, and then she gave me six strokes of the cane. I was in tears after the third, but I managed to remain silent.

I didn’t miss hearing any more orders.

Will didn’t get out of bed until around nine, and he put me on the fucking station for my morning belting. He added some cane strokes to go along with Sir’s from earlier, and then had me kneel so he could fuck my face, rather than taking my ass.

When I’d swallowed his load, he said, “Downstairs to work out, slave. Everything today, and don’t skimp on your core or I’ll take it out on your balls.”

* * * *

Micca

“You look better,” Will told me once Davy was gone. “Tired, but better. I want to feed you.”

I nodded. Davy isn’t big on breakfast, and that actually worked for me this morning.

It felt like Will and I needed some time together, just the two of us.

I’d had it with Davy while we worked in my closet, and I was caught up on all of his projects at work.

I’d found out in the limo the day before that Will had started another boot camp, but I figured there was a story behind it Will didn’t want to talk about in front of our boy.

“Steak and eggs with a side of bacon?” he asked.

I nodded because that was fine, but I wanted more. “And a huge skillet of fried potatoes. Hell, maybe some biscuits and gravy, too.”

We talked while we cooked, and I asked, “Why the unscheduled boot camp for Davy?”

“I got lost in contracts and negotiations. Lots of legal paperwork, and I have to focus to make sure everything’s exactly right.

When I checked Davy’s spreadsheets and took a good look around the house, I realized I was neglecting him, and his work showed it.

Another boot camp seemed like a good idea before the wedding, once I considered the best way to deal with it.

I read through his recent book entries to you before we started.

Didn’t see anything notable. He missed you and hoped you were safe.

Wished he could talk to you more, but understood how busy you are while on an op. ”

I can get lost in just watching Will move. He’s like a living, breathing version of sex no matter what he does, and this morning, just watching him fry bacon was doing it for me. “I’ve apparently gone too long without sex, because you holding a frying pan is doing it for me this morning.”

He gave me a cocky look, turned the eye off, set the pan to the side, did the same with the potatoes on the back eye, and took the apron off on his way across the kitchen.

“Oh, we’re cooking breakfast! I didn’t mean right now!” I really hadn’t because I was hungry, but he was on a mission, and his jeans were off in mere seconds. The next thing I knew, I was on my back on the kitchen table with Will pulling my joggers off.

And then he was inside me, and it turned out I had other hungers to feed after all. Will entered me all at once, hard and fast, and I reached out to grab the edges of the round table. When Will’s in this kind of mood, the best you can do is hold on for dear life and just ride the pleasure.

“That’s it,” he said. “Lie back and enjoy.”

Once upon a time I’d have seen that as a challenge, but with Will, I knew he meant it. He enjoys getting me off over and over, watching me come unglued, and that’s exactly what happened.

Orgasm after orgasm until I was sure I couldn’t come again, but I did. Again and again.

He didn’t come inside me, though. He came on my stomach when he finally let loose, and then played with it a while, fingerpainting it all around before he wet a cloth and cleaned me up.

“I can’t wait until I can call you my wife, but my fiancé works for now,” he said as he wiped me down.

“Goes both ways, and I agree. Is the bacon salvageable?”

“We’ll see. If not, I can start over with fresh. I’m guessing the oven is fully preheated.”

I laughed. “Yeah. I’d decided on waffles with honey instead of biscuits with gravy.”

* * * *

Davy

I wasn’t sure how Master was going to manage boot camp while I was working during the week, but he made it work.

It wasn’t quite as intense, basically having a nine to thirteen hour break during the day, but Will has these obedience sessions — my term for them, not his — where he has me move from exercise to exercise with him standing over me, often with a whip, cane, or modified cattle prod.

“Crunches to the center… to the left… to the right… flip over and do pushups…. left hand behind your back… two with both hands and then right hand behind your back…

It’s fast, allowing me only four to eight reps before I’m doing something else, and then suddenly, he’ll order something and make me do it forever , using a whip or cane when I slow or my form isn’t perfect.

Two hours of just doing as he says, one thing after another, and I have to keep going no matter how tired I am.

If I hesitate and don’t change direction immediately when he gives an order, I feel the cane, whip, cattle prod, or whatever torture device he’s using.

But I think it does what he intends — gets me used to following orders. It reminds me I do as I’m told the very second I’m told, and gets me back into the practice of doing it.

Nearly every day after work, we had a lengthy obedience session the second I walked in the door. Dinner came after, and then my two Masters often made use of me in some way to get themselves off. I was in my denial weeks, though, so there were never any orgasms for me.

Also, knowing you’ll be spanked, belted, or caned first thing every morning, is part of it.

You start the day with pain, being reminded you’re the slave and you have no say so in how your body is used.

It was faster on mornings I needed to go to work, but I was crying when I was fucked nearly every morning.

Five days at work, and then my weekend was boot camp without pause. I was doing something every minute, even if that something was merely standing in a corner, waiting to be told what to do next.

Saturday morning, Master belted me while I ate Sir out. It didn’t take long before I was bawling while I went down on her, and I think she really got into it, based on how many orgasms she had.

I helped them cook breakfast and then was sent to work out while they ate. My day was filled with orders and projects, including washing my Trofeo, Micca’s little SUV, and three of Master’s cars — never mind I’d washed everything the weekend before.

I still couldn’t believe Master had bought me a car.

He’d put it in my name, to be clear it’s my car.

He was also paying insurance on it, which was way too much, but he went all Master on me, asking me where it said in our contract he couldn’t replace my car and pay the insurance for it.

In the end, I’d thanked him for keeping me safe, since that’s why he said he wanted me in a better vehicle.

And he’d hugged me, reminded me I’m his beloved slave, and how important I am to him, and then he’d ordered me to my knees so he could fuck my face.

But that was months ago. When I hadn’t been in boot camp, following orders one after another.

That evening for dinner, I ate from a bowl on the floor, on my knees while wearing a humbler, while Master and Sir ate at the table.

Later, they watched a movie in bed, and I had to go back and forth between them, worshiping Master’s cock and Sir’s pussy.

At first, it was on their whim, but Master eventually set his phone to give a single ding every five minutes, and I changed to the other every time it went off.

Just licking and sucking, without trying to get them off.

When the movie ended, Master rolled over on Sir and fucked her like I wished he’d fuck me, but when they finished, Master had me take their popcorn bowl and beer bottles to the kitchen.

When I returned and asked for permission to get into bed, I was sure Master would have another job for me, but he welcomed me into the bed and put me in the middle.

I’m the slave, but I’m the beloved slave.

Boot camp would be over soon, I hoped, and then things could go back to normal.

I’d felt forgotten while Master was so busy.

It’d been selfish of me, wanting to demand more attention from him while he had so much he was trying to get done before we went on our long honeymoon.

I hadn’t said a word to him about it, but I’d felt neglected.

Had he picked up on it? I didn’t know for sure, but he must’ve.

One thing was certain, I no longer felt as if he was too busy for me.

Boot camp right now was good for me, for all of us. I knew it, intellectually, but damn , it was hard to get through.

* * * *

Will

I started Sunday morning’s session with a heavy wooden paddle followed by my belt, and then we had our boy go to the playroom to get a strap-on and return to us. Micca put it on him and got him in a nice comfy missionary, going to town on her, but of course there had to be more than that right?

I put nipple clamps on him, pulled the plug from his ass, and jammed my cock into it.

Usually, the guy in the middle is known as lucky Pierre, but with our boy’s cock in a cage, it was a frustrating morning for him.

While Micca and I cooked and ate breakfast, I had Davy put up a tent I’d bought a while back, especially so we can do things outside without worry of drones seeing us.

He was finishing up when we came out. This one is forty yards long and about fifteen yards wide, and tall enough to stand in.

“Bring chairs for me and Micca, and your special fetch toys.” I waited until he was nearly to the house before I added, “And the humbler.”

The fetch toys are dog toys that get cleaned between use. A ball and a bone. There’s also a silicone dildo.

We spent a good hour making him crawl back and forth, fetching different toys. With the humbler, then without a while. Micca put it back on him when she thought he might be getting bored with our game.

Later, Micca ran into the house to get the game where a long pole is attached to a butt plug, and you insert the plug and then play ring toss over the pole. She was much better at the game than me, so our boy ate her out while I played with her nipples.

I used various suction cups on her clit while Davy ate her out, pushing her to her limits over and over, watching her come unglued so many times, I lost count.

When we finished, everyone put our clothes back on and the three of us took the tent down together.

I had some reading I needed to do before a big meeting the next day, so I put Davy standing in a corner of my office while I did my reading because Micca wanted to call into Drake and get an update on the kidnapping victim.

Fifteen minutes into my reading, Micca came to get Davy.

Later, I found out she had him paint her toenails and fingernails while wearing a plug lubed with the special cinnamon oil.

Later, while he was down in the playroom setting up for an involved waxing session, I told Micca, “I’m debating how much longer to keep the boot camp going.

Originally, I thought ten to twelve days since he’d be at work during the week, but I’m second-guessing myself now.

Maybe two weekends with the evenings between is long enough. ”

She shook her head. “He’s both miserable and fulfilled, and I think that’s healthy for him in the long run.

Based on what you told me, he wasn’t fulfilled while you were so busy.

You’re still just as busy, but you're making time for him. The fifteen minutes in the morning is huge, I think. Let’s go with your original two weeks.

” She reconsidered. “Or maybe twelve days. An even dozen.”

I nodded. That took us up to two days before the wedding. The day before we left for the resort.