Chapter 6
ROWAN
She was still trembling from her first orgasm when I pulled back and studied her. Flushed. Breathless. Beautiful. But not broken yet. Not where we needed her to be.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Very good…" Her eyes were glazed, but still aware. Still thinking. That wouldn't do.
I looked at Kellan. Time to push.
He read me perfectly. "You said you wanted to feel something. You said you wanted punishment."
Naomi's breath hitched. "I did."
"Are you sure?" I moved off the bed and went to the cabinet we kept in the corner. "Because once we start this, it's going to hurt and even be uncomfortable."
"I'll use a safeword if I need to."
I pulled out the custom-made paddle, black leather on one side, studded metal on the other. "I asked if you're sure you want this."
Her eyes went wide when she saw what I was holding, but she didn't flinch.
"Yes," she said. "I'm sure."
"Good." I ran my hand along the smooth leather side. "This is going to hurt. A lot. You're going to cry and beg and maybe even hate us for a minute. But if you let us take you through it, if you trust us…" I met her eyes, "we'll take you somewhere you've never been."
"I trust you."
The words shouldn't have hit me as hard as they did. But fuck if they didn't land like a physical blow. I had to keep in mind that this was for one night. Just… one.
"Then get up," I commanded. "Go to the edge of the bed."
She obeyed, moving on shaky legs to where I indicated, the edge where the restraints were built into the frame.
"Bend over," Kellan said, moving to help position her. "Chest on the bed, ass in the air."
She complied, and the sight of her like that, vulnerable, exposed, offering herself to us, made my wolf howl with possession. Not ours, I reminded myself. One night, I reminded my wolf.
I secured her wrists in the cuffs, testing the give. Enough that she could pull if she needed to, but not enough to escape.
"Color?" I asked.
"Green."
"Very nice," I ran my hand over her ass, feeling her shiver. "We're going to start with the smooth side. Get you warmed up. Then we'll switch to the studs. You tell us when it's too much."
"Okay, sir."
I brought the paddle down, not hard, just a tap to get her used to the sensation. She gasped but didn't pull away.
"Again," Kellan said, moving to her head so he could watch her face.
I struck again, harder this time. Her skin bloomed where the leather connected.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Good. I can handle more."
"Can you?" I increased the force, and she moaned out, a sound that was equal parts pain and pleasure.
We worked her slowly. Building intensity with each strike. Her ass turned from blush to red, and her breathing became ragged.
"Yes!" she gasped. "I need more, please."
"You think you're ready for the studded side?" I asked.
"Yes. Please."
I flipped the paddle and brought it down, still controlled, but the studs added a bite that made her cry out.
"Color?"
"Green. God, green. Don't stop."
Kellan's hand fisted in her hair, turning her face so he could see her properly. "You like pain, sweetheart?"
"I didn't think I would, but…" Another strike cut off her words. "yes. Yes, I like it."
"Then let's see how much you can take."
I increased the intensity, each strike landing with precision. The studs left temporary indentations in her skin, marks that would fade but for now proclaimed exactly what was happening to her.
She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, her whole body shaking. But she never safeworded. Never even went yellow.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, I need to–"
"What do you need?" I asked, delivering another strike.
"I need to come. I need—oh god—"
"Come from this?" Kellan's eyes darkened. "From the pain alone?"
"Yes. Please. Just a few more. I'm so close."
I looked at him. “You believe this?” I mouthed.
Only one way to find out. I struck her three more times in rapid succession, hard enough to make her scream, precise enough to land in exactly the same spot. And she came.
Her whole body went rigid, her wrists straining against the cuffs as the orgasm tore through her. She cried out, loud, raw, broken, and I watched in fascination as she fell apart from nothing but pain and submission. When she finally went limp, she was sobbing.
I released her wrists immediately and gathered her against my chest. "I've got you. You're okay. You did so well."
"That was…" She couldn't finish, still shaking.
"Incredible," Kellan finished, his hand stroking her hair. "You're incredible."
She turned her face into my chest and just breathed for a long moment.
"I need…" she started.
"What do you need, sweetheart?" Kellan asked.
"I need you inside me. Both of you. Right now."
My dick, which had been straining against my pants for the past hour, throbbed in response.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "You just—"
"I'm sure. Please. I need to feel full. Need to feel both of you."
Kellan and I exchanged a look. We'd done this before. Knew how to coordinate. But with her, I knew it would feel different. More important. Our instincts were stronger with Naomi and it hadn’t been wrong yet.
"Okay," I said. "Kellan, get the lube."
"Already on it."
I carried her back to the center of the bed, laying her on her back. She winced slightly when her ass touched the sheets.
"Too much?" I asked.
"No. Just sensitive."
"Good." I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. "Because I'm about to make it worse."
I reached for the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the clamps.
Custom-made. Silver metal shaped like wolf fangs, designed to grip without cutting.
Her eyes went wide when she saw them.
"What are those?"
"Nipple clamps," I said. "They're going to hurt. And they're going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life if the paddle was any indication."
"I…"
"Trust us," Kellan interrupted, returning with the lube. "Remember? You trust us."
She nodded slowly.
I positioned the first clamp over her right nipple and let it close. The "teeth" gripped the sensitive flesh, and she gasped.
“Oh god!”
"Too much?"
"No. It's intense."
"Good." I applied the second one to her left nipple. "These are going to stay on until we're done. Every movement is going to pull on them. Every thrust is going to send sensations straight through you."
"Oh god."
"Not god, sweetheart. Just us." I reached for the third clamp, smaller, designed specifically for what I had in mind. "And this one goes here."
I parted her folds and positioned the clamp over her clit.
The moment it closed, she screamed.
"Color?" I demanded.
"Green," she sobbed. "Green, green, green. Don't you dare stop."
Kellan laughed, sadistic and pleased. "She's perfect."
"She really is."
We positioned her carefully, Kellan on his back, Naomi straddling him. I moved behind her, slicking myself with lube and her natural nectar.
"This is going to be intense," I warned. "Let me know if it’s too much."
"I will,” she gasped. "Please. I need this."
Kellan guided her down onto his dick slowly, and I watched her face transform as he filled her.
"Good?" he asked.
"Yes. Oh god, yes."
"Then get ready for more."
I pressed against her back entrance, using her natural lubrication and the lube to ease my way in. She was so fucking tight, but she took me. Inch by inch. When I was fully seated, we all paused, breathing hard.
"Move," she begged. "Please move."
We started slowly. Coordinating our thrusts so one was always buried inside her while the other pulled out.
The clamps bounced with every movement, sending jolts of sensation through her. I could see it in her face, the way her eyes rolled back, the way her mouth fell open.
"Harder," she gasped. "I need it harder."
We gave her what she wanted. Our thrusts became brutal, driving into her with a force that would have hurt if she wasn't so lost in sensation.
The clamps pulled and twisted, and she was making sounds that were raw, primal, and desperate.
My wolf rushed to the surface and I could barely hold it back.
I looked down to see Kellan having the same issue.
"I'm so full…" she sobbed. “I need to come, Sirs. I’m going to…”
"Come," I commanded. "Come for us now."
She shattered.
The orgasm that tore through her was violent.
Her whole body seized, clenching around both of us so tightly I saw stars.
Wave after wave crashed through her, each one more intense than the last. And because of the clamps, each wave triggered another.
And another. A cascading chain reaction of pleasure that had her screaming.
The sensation was too much. I felt my knot beginning to swell, not full on, because her suppressants prevented that, but enough to lock us together.
"Fuck," Kellan groaned, and I felt his knot swell too through the thin barrier between us.
We came simultaneously, both of us emptying into her as her body continued to pulse around us.
When the waves finally subsided, she went completely limp.
I carefully removed the clamps, knowing the rush of blood back would be intense.
She gasped as another orgasm shot through her. Then she went limp in Kellan’s arms.
"You with us?" Kellan asked, his hand cupping her face.
"Barely," she whispered.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I died and came back." She managed a weak smile. "That was intense."
"Yeah," I said softly. "We felt it too."
We stayed locked together, our partial knots still holding us in place, and I felt something shift in my chest. This was supposed to be one night. But I already knew that walking away from her was going to be damn near impossible.