Chapter 4 #4
It took her a moment to realize the truth. “I haven’t had one since…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
“Since I spanked you?”
She nodded and lowered her gaze. Most would consider this humiliating, but this creative form of therapy was helping.
That was all that mattered. She reached back and unfastened her bra, then let the straps slide down her arms. She held the front against her breasts, too embarrassed to casually bare herself.
“We’ve seen you naked before,” Raphael reminded. “Your body is lovely. Stop trying to hide it from us.”
Soothed by his praise, she set the bra aside and wiggled out of her jeans.
“Do you need help?” Victor asked with a smirk. “You’re taking forever.”
She removed her panties and sank to her knees, wanting the next part over quickly.
This would only be as humiliating as she allowed it to be.
“Which bedroom is yours?” Raphael motioned toward the second door on her left, and Claire crawled off in that direction.
Her breasts swayed and the sliding movement of her legs showcased her pussy and ass.
Halfway across the floor, embarrassment gave way to a sensual sort of exhibitionism.
She wanted to pose and preen, positioning herself for their pleasure.
“Now, bend over the bed,” Raphael instructed. “Legs straight, head down.”
Heart fluttering in her chest, she stood then bent over and rested her upper body on her forearms. Her hair hung down around her face, blocking her view of the room.
A large, warm hand stroked over her bottom, lightly squeezing each cheek. “Why am I going to spank you?” Raphael’s voice was nearly as caressing as his fingers.
“Because I still blame myself for my brother’s death.”
He swatted one side and then the other, the impact barely hard enough to sting.
“Am I angry with you?”
“No.”
The next two swats were harder than the first two. “No, Sir,” he corrected.
“No, Sir,” she repeated. “This is not about anger. It’s about release.”
He continued to smack her with firm, stinging slaps for several moments before he said, “It is also about truth.”
His next few spanks made her gasp and rock to the balls of her feet. “I haven’t lied to you,” she argued.
“You have lied to yourself and that’s just as bad,” he warned.
She gritted her teeth but didn’t argue. She wasn’t lying to herself. She just didn’t believe what he wanted her to believe.
His hand fell over and over. Gradually the discomfort built into throbbing pain.
She groaned, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
As before, heat spread across her enflamed skin, warming her bottom and sinking into her pussy.
Soon her core throbbed in time with her ass cheeks, and Claire helplessly rocked her hips.
“If you’re responsible for Joel’s death,” Raphael finally broke his silence, but his swats continued fast and hard as he spoke. “Explain how you would have saved him.”
“I would never have told him about Nuevo Biotech,” she snapped, tone sharp and angry.
He kicked her legs apart and cupped her pussy. “Use that tone again and I’ll spank this nice, wet pussy.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
His fingers eased between her folds and circled her clit. “Did you know about the experiments when you told Joel about Nuevo?”
“No.” She wiggled, unsure if she was trying to evade his touch or increase the pressure of his fingers.
He slapped her ass several times then went back to stroking her clit. “How did you learn about the experiments?”
Her inner muscles were clenching and tingling heat gathered beneath his fingers. If she held still for just a few moments, she’d come.
He slapped her pussy. “Answer the question.”
The orgasm fizzled and she let out an exasperated cry. “I was almost there.”
“You haven’t earned your pleasure yet,” he growled and unleashed a flurry of stinging swats on her bottom. “I asked you a question.”
“I don’t remember what it was,” she cried. Her pussy ached so bad she nearly put her hand between her thighs and took care of it herself.
“When did you learn the truth?” Victor reminded her.
“I had concerns, but nothing was confirmed until the story broke nationwide.”
Raphael paused, both hands on her hips. “And when did Joel learn the truth?”
She tensed, torn between her need to come and her lifelong habit of defending her brother. “He knew before I did,” she admitted.
Raphael slid one of his hands under her and found her clit with his fingertips. “And did he warn you?”
She moaned, rocking against his fingers, desperate for release.
He pulled away.
“No,” she said miserably. “He didn’t warn me, didn’t admit what he knew until it was much too late.”
His fingers returned, but he brought her to the edge and then stopped again. “My fingers can make you feel good, but my cock will make you feel better.”
She shook her head and stubbornly twisted her hips. She wasn’t ready for the final surrender, knew the battle would be all but won once she gave in. “I can’t,” she murmured. “I’m not ready for that.”
He knelt behind her and parted her stinging cheeks, making her pussy more accessible. “Would you like to come, stubborn little mate?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, fisting the bedding.
He dragged his tongue from her clit to her core then back to her clit. “You’re so wet.” He licked her again, lingering over her clit until she wiggled and moaned. “Why have you grown so wet if you don’t want my cock?”
“I can’t help it,” she insisted, lifting her hips and rubbing her pussy against his face.
He chuckled then fastened his lips around her clit and sucked ruthlessly.
She cried out and rolled to the balls of her feet. Pressure built inside her, winding tighter and tighter until—he let go. “Stop doing that!”
He shot to his feet and spanked each ass cheek, then brought his hand up between her thighs. “Ask for my cock. We both know you want it.”
“I don’t,” she yelled.
He slapped her pussy again, keeping the sensations simmering just out of reach. “You will speak only truth.” His fingers settled over her clit, caressing with persistent skill. “Stop lying to yourself. Do you want my cock deep inside you?”
Her inner muscles clenched so hard she whimpered and buried her face in the bedding. She’d feared this would happen when she agreed to have dinner with them. Courting always involved sex, and she was tired of ignoring her body’s long neglected needs.
“Please.” The word was muffled by the bedding.
“Please what?” He parted her folds, focusing her attention on her aching core. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your cock,” she whispered without lifting her head. “I want you to fuck me.”
He flipped her over and draped her legs over his forearms. She had no idea when he’d opened his pants, but his cock pressed against her entrance. “Who am I?” His gaze bore into hers, demanding an honest answer. “Who is about to fuck you?”
“Raphael,” she evaded.
“Who am I to you?”
Before she could answer, his broad head pressed inside, and Claire moaned. She stretched so wide to take him that her pussy stung.
“Say it,” he insisted.
“Mate,” she admitted. “You’re my mate.”
His hips drove steadily inward forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her body. “Fuck, you’re tight. You have done this before, haven’t you?”
She nodded. “It’s just been a while. Okay, a long while.”
He pushed in farther then paused. “How long?”
“Years.” His hands tightened on her hips as he thrust the last few inches into her reluctant core. His tip hit her cervix, and she cried out, overwhelmed by the invasion and the painful stretch. She wasn’t just tight from her long abstinence. He was fucking huge!
He didn’t try to move. He just filled her, gradually reshaping her body to fit his thickness.
Victor crawled onto the bed. He was naked, erect cock bobbing as he moved.
Despite his tight muscles and sculpted limbs, her attention fixated on his crotch.
His cock was long and substantial, his balls tight and smooth.
Was he naturally hairless or was his lack of body hair part of the transformation?
He stroked himself as he reached her, a sexy smile parting his lips.
“Give me that sweet mouth, mate,” Victor urged. “I can’t wait to feel those soft lips wrapped around me.”
She was spread out before them on the bed.
Her pussy already stretched tight around one mate’s cock.
Was there really a valid reason to deny the other?
She liked Victor, could picture herself spending time with him in and out of bed.
She glanced at Raphael then focused on Victor, losing herself in his golden eyes.
After wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she opened her mouth in welcome.
“Good girl,” Victor praised as he pushed farther into her mouth. He buried one of his hands in her hair and stroked her breasts with the other.
Raphael pulled nearly out of her pussy then stopped.
Victor withdrew until her lips encircled only his tip.
Energy built within her, swirling and pulsing.
Victor’s fingers tightened in her hair, anchoring her head in position.
Raphael drew her tender behind right to the edge of the bed.
Then both males thrust their entire lengths into her willing body.
Claire gagged, but a second later pleasure burst inside her, abolishing her need to struggle.
Her core rippled around Raphael and colorful lights sparked in front of her eyes.
She hadn’t felt the orgasm building. It just exploded like a bomb.