Chapter 20 #2
“Oh, I’m going to make sure it feels good,” Remy growls.
“I haven’t gotten to claim you yet. I’ve been dying to taste you.
To feel you wrapped around my cock. To hear you scream my name like I know you will.
But you’ll manage. If you don’t, then you’ll stay tied to this chair. You won’t be going to work tomorrow.”
“That’s not fair,” I whine, more arousal making my clit throb with anticipation. “You can’t leave me tied to this chair. You said you would let me go to work. And Daisy wakes up tomorrow, too!”
“Then you’d best not come,” Hayden warns. “Show us that you can be obedient to your mates. That’s your penance for blatantly defying your mate. Your Alpha.”
Remy pulls the rope tight against my thigh, then secures it to the chair before moving to my other leg. Once he’s done, I am completely bound and helpless. I’m spread wide, naked bottom and wet pussy vulnerable, and I can’t move at all. I should feel shame, being exposed like this, but I don’t.
My stomach twists with conflicting emotions.
Part of me is terrified. How am I supposed to endure two massive wolves fucking me without allowing myself to experience the pleasure?
Part of me is aroused beyond belief. A dark part of me wonders if some she-wolves used to defy their mates intentionally, just to end up in this position.
If I was allowed to come, I might not be as scared of it as I am.
But then Hayden walks behind me with the belt and I tense up. I look over my shoulder again. There’s no malice in his amber stare. He’s just doing what his instincts demand. Punishing a mate that should have known better than to defy her Alpha.
“Eyes forward,” Hayden orders, getting a good grip on the belt. “If you look back at me, I’ll start over. If you miss a count, I’ll start over. If you keep your eyes forward and count out your penance, you’ll only get ten lashes with the belt.”
“From him,” Remy warns. “You have two mates, now, so you’ll get ten from me as well.”
“A wise decision, brother,” Hayden says. “Our mate should know that defying one of us means she has to face consequences from both of us. Ten from me. Ten from Remy.”
I stare at the headboard, noticing Hayden’s shadow move. I brace myself for the belt, sure it will hurt, but unsure how much. I get my answer a second later, when the leather cracks across my ass with a sharp bite that makes me gasp.
“One,” I manage, my voice shaking as I prepare for the next lash.
The belt lands again, lower this time, catching the sensitive spot where my ass meets my thighs. I cry out, my fingers curling around the seat of the chair.
“Two,” I whimper.
Hayden pauses to rub his hand over my cheeks. His hand feels soothing, but then he pulls it away and the third lash lands diagonally across both cheeks, the leather wrapping slightly around my hip. The pain is immediate and intense, radiating like fire spreading across my skin.
“Three!” I gasp, my body jerking against the restraints.
I try to shift my weight, to find some relief, but the ropes hold me perfectly still. There’s nowhere to go. Nothing to do but endure.
The fourth swing of the belt comes without warning, harder than the previous three, and I let out a screech when it lands on top of the spot where the first lash landed.
“Four,” I pant out the count, tears pricking my eyes.
“You’re taking your punishment well,” Hayden rumbles, rubbing my ass again where the belt landed. “Keep counting.”
Hayden’s shadow moves again. I close my eyes and try to clench, but I can’t with my thighs spread like this. The belt seems to find the softest spot imaginable, landing across my sit spots, a burn radiating from them immediately.
“Five,” I whimper, my voice barely audible.
“Halfway through my part of the punishment,” Hayden says, his voice rough, but approving. He rubs my ass, his caress alleviating some of the burn. “Are you doing okay, or would you like to take a break?”
“I’m allowed to take a break?” I breathe out, twisting against the restraints.
“Yes, this is punishment, but we’re not trying to harm you. Just discipline you,” Hayden murmurs. “You won’t get to take a break once we’re inside you. That, you’ll just have to endure.”
I consider asking for a break, but I’m not sure that would make it any better. I’m still owed five lashes from Hayden and ten from Remy. It’s too early to ask for a reprieve.
“I’d rather continue,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
“Don’t push through the pain because you feel you have to,” Remy says, and I realize I only hear his voice in my mind. “Hayden is the Alpha, but he’s not cruel. Not with someone he cares about. If it’s too much, you can tell him.”
I listen to Remy’s words, but that doesn’t stop Hayden from swinging the belt for the sixth time. It lands below my sit spots, strapping the back of my thighs. I shriek from the lash across the sensitive skin, my entire body going rigid against the restraints.
“Six!” I cry out, my voice breaking. I bite my tongue.
I’m going to endure all of the ones from Hayden, but I might ask for a break before Remy starts whipping me.
The seventh lash follows immediately, giving me no time to recover, but thankfully, the belt lands higher, right across the center of my ass. “Seven!”
“Three more from me,” Hayden says. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I grind out, my nails digging into the wood.
The eight strike is the hardest yet. The belt cracks across the center of my ass, exactly where the seventh lash struck. I can’t stop the tears. They run down my cheeks before I can say anything.
“Eight…” I whimper, feeling myself getting weaker. The ninth lands across my sit spots again. It takes everything in me not to scream and beg him to stop. “Nine!”
“One more from me,” Hayden says. “I’m going to make sure you feel this one.”
I brace myself, every muscle tensed, waiting for the last lash. It comes a moment later, landing perfectly across the center of my ass with devastating accuracy.
“Ten!” I scream, my body shaking, the spot that has been lashed repeatedly throbbing with pain.
“All done,” Hayden says soothingly, putting the belt on the bed and rubbing my ass. “You did well. I’m proud of you.”
“But you still have ten more coming,” Remy says, picking up the belt.
“I need a break,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Of course,” Hayden says, his hand sliding lower. “Let’s see if I can’t find a way to make you forget about the pain for a moment.”
Hayden’s hand moves between my spread thighs.
I can’t stop him from rubbing my pussy, smearing my nectar, and caressing my clit.
Not that I want him to. The pleasure diminishes the pain, releasing endorphins that turn the burning ache into a wave of bliss that makes me pull at my restraints for a different reason.
I let Hayden keep rubbing until I can’t take it anymore. “Enough,” I mewl. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
“Then you must be ready for the belt again,” Remy growls.
I slump forward and nod. The burn returns, less fiery, but still present. I have a feeling it’s going to be a lot worse after Remy is done.
“We can’t protect you if you disobey us,” Remy says. “And it puts us in danger, too. If Hayden had been alone against three vampires, that fight could have gone a lot differently.”
I barely have time to process his words before the belt lands again, this time from a different angle. Remy uses his left hand, instead of his right.
“One,” I gasp.
The second strike follows immediately, catching the underside of my ass, right above my sit spots. Remy’s strikes are faster and sharper, but not quite as hard.
“Two!” I cry out.
“Don’t lose count,” Remy warns. “Or we start over.”
I prepare for the next lash, but instead of one, the third and fourth strike land in rapid succession, giving me no time to breathe or count between them.
“Three! You didn’t get me time to count!” I squeal, my voice a little raw. “Four!”
“Never said I had to,” Remy growls, lashing me again.
The fifth strike lands across the center of my ass. Hayden’s favorite spot. Remy’s doesn’t thud as hard, but it still burns.
“Five,” I whisper.
“Almost done. Only five more, but they’re going to hurt,” Remy says. “Continue, or do you need a break? There’s no shame in asking for a break. I’d love to play with your pussy while you recover.”
I slump against the chair. Five doesn’t sound like much after already getting fifteen, but I can feel the welts. Feel the ones that will probably bruise. Letting him play will just delay the inevitable, and it’s going to be hard enough not to come once they start fucking me.
“Just finish it.”
“As you wish,” Remy replies with an almost glib tone, rubbing my ass for a moment before taking a step back.
The sixth strike lands diagonally, but my ass isn’t the only thing it hits. The folded tip of the belt curves around my thigh and lands across my folds. I let out my loudest cry yet, jerking at the restraints as the pain mixes with my arousal.
“Six! Ow! You didn’t say that you were going to hit me there!” I protest, squeezing my eyes shut as the sensation radiating along my inner thighs, my pelvis, and deep into my core.
“Everything is fair game, mate,” Remy says, landing the next swing in the exact same spot, my pussy erupting with pain.
“Seven! Stop!” I scream. “I need a break!”
Remy puts the belt down beside me on the bed. The folded tip is now stained with my arousal, the leather dark where he smacked my pussy. I tense up when I feel his fingers tracing the searing line left behind by the belt, then start groaning when his fingers sink into my abused sex.
“Mmmm,” Remy croons, a finger circling my entrance. “Even after being claimed by an Alpha, you’re still tight. I can’t wait to fuck you, but I want a taste first.”
Remy lowers himself to his knees behind me. I already know what he’s going to do, even before I feel his breath on my folds, and a flick of his tongue against my clit. The heat seems to make it tingle more, especially where he whipped me.
“You taste like paradise,” Remy growls, his tongue lapping up the juices that have trickled down my thighs.
“Ohhhh,” I groan, then my eyes open wide when his tongue pushes into my entrance. “Oh, no. I can’t handle that without orgasming…”
“You will,” Hayden commands me. “You know you deserve this punishment and you will submit to it. Or we can start over.”
Remy’s tongue isn’t as big, but it feels longer. It curls inside, teasing the sensitive spot, licking and stroking with precision that makes my walls clench. The pleasure is intense, and I quiver as I try to endure it. My thighs shake against the restraints. My breath comes out in desperate gasps.
But despite how good it feels, I manage to avoid giving in to what my body craves. This is my punishment. I have no choice but to endure it.
Not only is Remy’s tongue longer, but it also moves faster inside me.
I feel it everywhere, licking and tasting, exploring every inch of my battered pussy like he’s memorizing what he’s going to soon fuck.
My hips try to buck against his mouth, but the restraints hold me perfectly still, forcing me to take everything he gives me without being able to move away or grind against him for more.
“Enough,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore. “Remy, I can’t…”
Remy’s tongue retreats, leaving me empty, aching, and desperate. “Then you must be ready for the belt.”
Remy rises to his feet and picks up the belt. I barely have time to brace myself before he swings it. This time, it lands across the back of my thighs. The pain is sharp and immediate, but I’m grateful he didn’t whip me between the legs.
“Eight,” I gasp, the fire reigniting.
The ninth lash comes without warning, catching my sit spots again. I can’t hold back the sob, my entire body trembling against the restraints.
“Nine,” I cry.
“Last one,” Remy says, the shadow moving a few times like he’s preparing.
The final lick lands with more force, the belt cracking across my ass diagonally and I already know what is coming before the pain explodes through my body.
“Ten!” I scream, tears streaming again as I shudder from the searing fire that radiates until it morphs into a tingling tease.
“You did better than I expected,” Hayden comments, taking the belt from Remy and returning it to the armoire. “But now comes the hard part.”
“I know,” I sob.
My ass is aching and burning, every welt pulsing with a reminder of my disobedience. Except now that this part of my punishment is over, the real ordeal begins. Two hungry wolves who won’t stop until they’re satisfied. And I can’t orgasm. Not even once.
“You can claim her first tonight, brother,” Hayden says. “I know how much her scent has been tormenting you.”
“Yes,” Remy groans, and I hear the rustle of fabric. “It’s almost unbearable.”
I look over my shoulder and see Remy undressing.
He’s not as thick or broad as Hayden, but his muscles are more defined.
His hands move to the front of his pants, and I suck in a breath when I see his bulge.
He shoves his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his stiff, long cock springing free.
It bobs for a second, then gets harder as he walks closer, pre-cum glistening on the head.
He punished me. He’s had a taste. Now he wants more. And despite the pain radiating from my ass and between my legs, despite knowing I’m not allowed to come, so do I.
This is going to be a long night.