Chapter 2 #5
Her mind went blank as his strong hand punished her vulnerable bottom.
Over and over he spanked her, the intensity gradually building.
She grew accustomed to the sting, but heat spread out over her cheeks and sank into her pussy.
She’d heard this connection described, but she’d never imagined that her body would process pain as pleasure.
She held still and focused on the steady rhythm of his large palm against her bare bottom. Each swat jarred her senses and made her buck her hips. Her curiosity was sated. She wanted him to stop. “That’s enough,” she sneered. “This isn’t working.”
“You are no longer in control,” he reminded her firmly and spanked the back of each thigh.
She gasped. The sting was sharper there. It felt more punitive. He slapped each thigh twice more, then returned to her throbbing rear end.
“Why didn’t you help your brother?” His next swat was the hardest yet. “Why stand there and do nothing?”
She shook her head, not wanting to relive the nightmare. “Let me up,” she cried, trying to twist away.
He held her firmly and continued to spank her bottom. “Answer me or I’ll spank that sweet pussy.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” She tried to close her thighs, but Victor grabbed her legs and opened them even wider. Kneeling behind her, he used his big body to ensure that she held the humiliating position.
Ignoring her outburst, Raphael asked, “Why didn’t you save Joel?” When she did nothing but continue to struggle, he swung upward, catching the underside of her ass cheek.
She screamed in frustration and pain. “That really hurt!”
He swatted the same spot on the other side before stating, “Last warning.”
“It happened so fast,” she snapped as a harsh sob shuddered through her defense. “It all happened so goddamn fast.”
His hand connected several more times before he paused again. “Did you have any sort of weapon?”
Squeezing her eyes shut did nothing to block out the memories. She heard the screams of terror and smelled the blood. There had been so much blood. “Helpless,” she sobbed. “All of us were helpless.”
The swats slowed, but he kept spanking her as he asked the final question. “What would have happened if you ran over to him?”
She clutched his pant leg and let her head hang down. “I’d be dead too.”
His next swat never came. His hand covered her throbbing bottom, but he did no more than gently squeeze. “You are not to blame, Claire. You never were.”
She wanted to believe him, had tried countless times to convince herself.
“I don’t believe you,” she whispered in defeat.
She’d hoped that a single spanking would wipe away all her pain.
The expectation was ridiculous, but a small portion of the pressure was gone. Was this what it felt like to heal?
“We’ll try again later.” She could picture Raphael’s patient smile as he gently stroked her well-spanked bottom. His fingers eased lower, slipping between her thighs. “You’re wet, sweet mate. Would you like to come for me?”
She shook her head, but felt her hips lift in silent invitation.
“You were brave to ask for the spanking,” he explained as he pushed his fingers into her pussy. “This is your reward for being such a good girl.” His long fingers slid in and out, gliding easily because of her arousal.
Claire moaned, no longer caring that a stranger touched her so intimately. She needed this, wanted it desperately. His thumb brushed over her clit as his fingers continued to stroke her. Sensations gathered and she rocked her hips, deepening his penetration and increasing the pressure of his thumb.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his thumb pressing harder as it slid back and forth.
Pleasure burst with his next firm pass and Claire cried out. Her inner muscles spasmed, gripping his fingers as if to hold them inside her body.
“Good girl,” Raphael praised as he slowly drew his fingers out. He pulled her up off his legs and rotated her so she rested in his arms. “That will feel even better when you’re stretched around my cock.”
Before she could reply, his lips covered hers and his tongue eased into her mouth.
The throbbing in her bottom intensified as she sat on his lap, but that only reawakened her arousal.
She responded to his kiss, stroking his tongue with hers and pressing her breasts against his chest. His taste was even more evocative than his smell.
Was that why she couldn’t stop kissing him?
Raphael’s mouth released hers and he eased her head to the side.
Victor stood beside them and bent to claim her lips.
His kiss was different, slower, less forceful.
Already relaxed from her recent orgasm, she allowed herself to be swept away.
She raised her arm and pushed her fingers into Victor’s thick hair.
She imagined him naked and on top of her, thrusting forcefully as his cock filled her again and again.
Victor chuckled and whispered, “Soon.”
She shivered and blinked open her eyes. Had he just read her mind?
The males worked together to finish undressing her.
Claire knew she should object, do something to slow down their progress.
But her body wasn’t listening to her brain.
She hungered for release, for more of this intense pleasure.
Raphael lifted her into his arms and carried her to the sofa. Victor followed half a step behind.
“You are so beautiful,” Raphael told her as he settled her half on and half off his lap.
She stared up at him, wondering again if this was the real Raphael. “You’re blinded by passion,” she warned him. “I’m nothing special.”
He pinched one of her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp. “You are life itself to us. You represent a future worth working toward.” He bent and drew the same nipple into his mouth, laving and sucking until she arched and moaned.
Victor spread her legs and sat down between them. “Such a good girl,” Victor murmured and ran his fingers down her inner thigh. “Relax and let the pleasure come. There hasn’t been enough pleasure in your life for a very long time.”
Soothed by the truth in his statement, she sank deeper into her relaxed mindset.
Raphael shifted his mouth to her other breast and drew on her nipple.
Victor skimmed over her needy pussy and explored her other thigh.
He bent her knee, then raised her heel to the back of the sofa.
Her legs were spread completely, her pussy on full display.
She waited for a rush of embarrassment or belated modesty, but all she felt was arousal and smoldering desire.
“You are safe with us,” Victor insisted. He finally touched her pussy, brushing the backs of his fingers against her folds then easing two of his fingers into her wet core. “We would never harm you or allow anyone else to harm you. We would lay down our lives to protect our mate.”
She whimpered. It was a clever temptation.
She hadn’t felt safe since arriving on Rydaria.
No, it began much earlier than that. She hadn’t felt completely safe since her father deserted her family.
Her mother became combative and Claire had been forced to take on responsibilities she wasn’t ready to shoulder.
“We will protect and care for you,” Victor whispered as his hand began to shuttle between her thighs. He drew his fingers all the way out, then pushed them deep again. “Surrender, sweet mate. Offer me your pleasure.”
Lacking the strength or the will to resist, she went limp over Raphael’s lap and lost herself in the feelings Victor was creating.
Gentle currents of sensations crested and churned, sending heated tingles coursing through her body.
His wet fingers eased out of her pussy and teased her puckered opening.
Claire shook her head and made a soft distressed sound, but she held still as his finger pushed inside her tight bottom.
“Relax, mate. Accept my touch and offer me your pleasure,” Victor coaxed as his finger slid deeper.
It felt odd, incredibly invasive, but she was too passion drunk to care. He slid in and out as he bent and found her clit with his tongue. “Oh, God, this is naughty.”
Raphael chuckled. “Sometimes naughty feels really good.” He carefully twisted one of her nipples while he nipped the other.
Claire cried out softly, overwhelmed by arousing sensations.
Victor worked a second finger into her bottom and began to suck on her clit.
She gradually adjusted to the unfamiliar sensations and soon found herself rocking against his thrusting hand.
His fingers continued to fuck her ass, but he released her clit long enough to say, “Come for me, sweetheart.” Victor’s voice was warm and coaxing as his fingers continued to work their magic.
“Be a good girl and come.” His tongue returned to her clit, licking in a soft, circular motion.
Releasing the last of her inhibitions, Claire surrendered.
Pleasure swelled, then peaked, and a cry tore from her lips.
Sensations pulsed through her body, curling her toes and making her clit twitch beneath his tongue.
Her bottom tightened around his fingers, then blissful lethargy spread out in tingling waves.
With his fingers still buried in her bottom, Victor rose and kissed her mouth.
His tongue pushed past her lips, filling her mouth with her own taste.
Claire groaned helplessly and echoes of her orgasm pulsed through her lower body.
She had never experienced anything like this before.
They overwhelmed her with wild demand yet made her feel safe at the same time. How was that even possible?
“We are your mates.” Victor’s lips slid against hers as he made the declaration.
“Soon you will know the taste of our passion and your body will welcome our cocks.” He slowly withdrew his fingers then scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
“There is nothing to fear, but it cannot be avoided. It is our intention to claim you as our mate.” He paused for another intoxicating kiss then placed her on the bed.
“Rest, my love.” He covered her with a blanket.
“Take all the time you need. One of us will escort you back to the bunkhouse once you rouse.”