The Weak Spot (Trigger warning:violence and sexual content)

Swan almost choked, bursting out with laughter, “Ooooh, good choice. That’s priceless. He’s the pretty one, right? Like a little girl?”
“Nah, he’s cute, even if he has NO idea what he’s doing.”
“So what, you just, grab him and rub against him?” The idea of Rose, so desperate for Swan that she was bullying Flynn’s own son into letting her get off on him was perfect, almost like something he would plan.
She sighed, “He’s all shitty about it, goes on about how he don’t wanna just see to me all the time, and how he don’t wanna do this or that, like you know how you kinda patted me on the backside the other morning?” The trivial event, so forgettable, was clearly deeply embedded in her mind.
“Yes. Yes I do,” Swan lied smoothly.
“Well I tell him to do that, and he’s like I don’t hit girls, even though I clearly don’t mean like smack me one, and seriously who doesn’t hit girls?” She shook her head, “Anyway, so I punched him in the nose and broke it and he patted my ass the ENTIRE time after that.”
Swan barely knew what question to ask next and he had to force himself to calm down and not appear too excited by the whole prospect. “So, you show him who’s boss then. That’s my girl.”
“Yeah, it’s weird. At first I was going to have him just do what you did to me, only...he kinda sucks at it, and when I have to keep saying do this, now do this, it ruins the fantasy a bit. Then once he was talking and talking and ruining it because his voice is way too high to be yours, so I choked him, and it was so much FUN!” She grinned at Swan, animated by her retelling and his rapt attention.
“Little sadist,” he laughed with affection. He leaned in to kiss her while he thought for a moment. The last thing he wanted was an actual rival for Rose’s attention. It was going to be him that she lusted after, not some boy. At the same time, he loved chaos, he knew Flynn would hate his son being emasculated by a girl and being treated like a plaything, and the whole situation was pretty amusing. He lifted his mouth and asked lowly, “So you liked hurting him? It made you feel all powerful? I’d enjoy watching you like that. Hurting someone while I watched, seeing you get off on it.”
“Can’t you be there too?” she whined with longing. “I couldn’t stand it if you were watching but I couldn’t have you and had to make do with Swan-Doll but you were so close by.”
Swan mused, liking the idea, “You’d have to have him well in hand. We wouldn’t want him reporting back to Flynn that we had him in our bed.”
“If he’s allowed out again, I could blindfold him and take him into the abandoned building that we used last time. You could be there and watch and join in. He wouldn’t even know you were there. I could even say your name, and he’d think I was pretending with him still.”
“Mm, might be a while before that happens. He got thrashed pretty bad for running away yesterday.”
She pouted, frustrated at her plans, not out of concern for Ryan. “I hate all this waiting.”
Swan stroked her arm, “Patience, my Sweet. Everything will come if we wait. You’ll be in my bed again, I promise. And in the meantime, it sound like you have a new pet to train.”
“I’ll work on him and get him to the point we can do anything to him, together!” she vowed.
Swan definitely liked the idea of doing all this without his boss knowing about it. He kissed Rose on the nose, “Then we both have something to work towards, don’t we?”
“You like him? Like that? Because you think he’s pretty like a girl?” She wrinkled her nose, “Pretty ugly girl.”
Swan shrugged, “You, me and a well trained Swan-Doll? What’s not to like?”