Chapter 6 #2
The strangest combination of heat, anticipation, and anxiety washed over her.
She wanted this, but she dreaded it too.
The first time always hurt, especially with someone as big as Victor.
They’d made sure she understood how pleasurable ass play could be.
Still, the thought of total surrender was daunting.
“Yes, Sir.” The words slipped out unbidden and she shivered.
“Are you ready to offer me your tight little ass?” Victor challenged.
Would they forget the rest of her punishment if she agreed? She really didn’t want a harsher spanking.
“He asked you a question,” Raphael said firmly.
“Yes” formed on her tongue, but she couldn’t force it past her lips. “I don’t want to be tied down,” she objected.
“Too bad,” Raphael responded then swung his favorite flogger.
The synth-leather falls fanned out across Claire’s behind, and she gasped. He hadn’t struck her that hard, but she had no doubt that he was just getting started. She forced her body to relax. The more she tensed, the more the punishment hurt.
Each stinging strike was preceded by an unmistakable swish.
She sank deeper into submission, allowing the discomfort to peel away her inhibitions.
She trusted these males to control her body and free her mind.
They had done it numerous times before, and she was ready for them to do it again.
Heat spiraled through her pussy and her clit tingled needfully.
Long punishments always made her desperate for cock, and then they would give her that too.
Raphael focused on her behind until her skin felt tight and hot, then he moved on to the backs of her thighs.
The sensations were more intense now, biting into her consciousness while releasing a euphoric haze.
She floated in blissed-out pain for several seconds, then one of the falls wrapped around her leg and came precariously close to her pussy.
She cried out in alarm more than pain. Surely, he wouldn’t—of course he would.
He’d spanked her pussy before, just never with anything more punishing than his hand.
He flogged her other leg and several of the leather-like strands brushed against her pussy lips. She whimpered, easily guessing what came next.
“Would you like to come, mate?” Raphael taunted, his voice a sensual rumble.
She knew damn well what he was asking. Would she accept pleasure through pain? They’d played this game before. She hated it and loved it. But it hurt so damn bad. She shook her head, unable to make herself say it.
He brought the flogger up between her thighs, a teasing hint of what he had in mind. “I’m going to flog your sweet pussy either way. But if you beg for me, I’ll let you come.”
Desperately needing release, she abandoned the last of her pride. “Please, Master,” she whispered as she canted her hips, displaying herself even more lewdly. “Flog my pussy.”
“Good girl,” he said as the flogger connected with her folds.
Claire cried out and shuddered. Stinging pain cut through the other sensations, but it hadn’t been enough to push her over into release.
He swung again and again. She bucked and twisted, trying to escape the pain even though she craved what it would bring her.
On the fifth swing he centered the snap over her clit.
Claire screamed. Pleasure ripped through her body with staggering intensity.
Her core clenched so hard she saw stars and buzzing sensations raced down her inner thighs.
She clenched her fists and curled her toes as the spasms went on and on.
She was so lost in pleasure that she barely noticed when the tension on her ankles released. Raphael lifted her hips and urged her legs beneath her. He entered her still rippling pussy in one forceful drive. Her inner walls opened wide to accept his thick shaft and he immediately started thrusting.
Her upper body was still restrained, keeping her head and shoulders low while her mate enjoyed her wet core.
He fucked her hard and fast, his pelvis slapping against her well-flogged ass with each stroke.
Beyond anger or hesitation, Claire opened for him, taking his cock deep as waves of pleasure/pain buffeted her overstimulated body.
Another orgasm struck, or was it a continuation of the first?
Claire was too far gone to know or care.
He drove into her deeply, rocking her body as his cock possessed her pussy.
Suddenly something shifted in her mind. Energy poured into her along with complex emotions, Raphael’s emotions.
Had he just anchored the mating bond? She hadn’t agreed to let them claim her, but she wasn’t sure she minded if that’s what he did. This felt so natural, so right.
“So. Fucking. Good!” Raphael punctuated each word with a ruthless thrust.
Finally, he reached around and rubbed her clit.
Claire’s senses ignited again, and another orgasm barreled toward her.
Claire cried out and arched, clamping down hard on his surging cock.
His arms tightened around her as his big body shuddered violently.
His seed spurted out deep inside her, splattering her inner walls with his potent essence.
The thought made her shiver. She couldn’t conceive without a mating bond, but what if that was what she was feeling?
Had he claimed her, then planted his child in her belly in one fell swoop?
She shook away the possibility. Raphael wasn’t capable of something so manipulative. He might enjoy disciplining her a little too much, but forcing a claim on her was the worst sort of betrayal.
Raphael kissed his way down the side of her neck then slowly separated their bodies. The bed dipped and swayed as Raphael and Victor changed places. Claire tensed, trepidation tingling down her spine.
Victor stroked her shoulders, then ran his hands along her back. “Are you ready to offer me everything? To surrender your final hole?”
“I’m not ready,” she protested.
He chuckled and squeezed her bottom cheeks. “I say you are.” He pulled her cheeks apart and cool gel was drizzled over her pucker. “I say you want this as much as I do; you’re just afraid to admit it.”
He wasn’t wrong. She fantasized about being taken by both of them, being pressed between their strong bodies, and being filled to overflowing. The ultimate intimacy for three people wasn’t possible until she took this final step.
Releasing one side of her bottom, Victor teased her tight opening with his slick fingers then carefully pushed one inside. One finger felt odd, two felt intrusive, and three made her wiggle and squirm.
“You’ve taken this much before,” he reminded, his long fingers shuttling in and out. “Are you ready for more? I know I’m more than ready.”
A denial sprang to her lips, but she managed to hold it back. She was unsure because this was a new experience, not because she didn’t trust him. “I’m ready.” Her own tremulous admission sent a tingle down her spine.
Victor slowly removed his fingers and positioned himself against her back entrance. “Say it, mate,” he urged as his pressure gradually increased. “Offer me this tight little hole. I need to be deep inside you.”
“My ass is yours,” she whispered, shocked by how deeply she meant the words.
“My entire body belongs to my mates.” And always will.
She didn’t speak the last phrase, wasn’t ready to admit it out loud.
It was possible that he heard her, but she didn’t care.
She was so close to accepting their claim.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could resist what they all wanted so badly.
He drove inward with firm, steady pressure, forcing her body to yield to his. Lube eased his way, but her muscles stretched, burned, then stretched some more.
“Relax, love,” Victor coaxed. “Tensing up makes it hurt more.” He reached around her hip and eased his hand between her legs.
She spread her thighs even wider, making room for his hand.
His fingers found her clit and rubbed in a circular motion.
“Open for me,” he whispered in her ear. “Welcome me inside.”
He resumed his forward advance and Claire hissed in a breath. The sting flared into pulsing pain, but she concentrated on his fingers, on the sensations gathering beneath his skillful touch.
“That’s right.” He inched forward and the burning eased just a bit.
Needing to please him, she surrendered to the pain, letting the sensations wash over her in scalding waves.
Deeper and deeper he drove until his pelvis pressed against her tender ass cheeks.
She was his now. No, she was theirs. She had two mates, two strong, intelligent hybrids ready and willing to share their lives with her.
All she had to do was accept what they offered and offer herself just as openly.
Victor drew back slowly, pulling sensations through her lower body in his wake.
She groaned, surprised by the development.
The pain gradually subsided, and his movements began to feel good.
She angled her hips, allowing him deeper.
He accepted her invitation and thrust a little faster.
She still felt incredibly full, but the discomfort was gone.
Grasping her hips with his hands, Victor thrust in earnest, filling her completely with each demanding drive. She lifted her hips, offering access to her willing body.
Suddenly the cuffs around her wrists released and Victor drew her up so she rested on her knees. He stroked her breasts and belly, rubbed her clit then returned to her breasts. “Your body is amazing,” Victor praised. “I can’t stop touching you.”
Raphael crawled back onto the bed, hard cock in his hand. “Can I have her mouth?”
It seemed odd that he would ask. Then she realized that this was Victor’s turn to fuck her, so Raphael was intruding.
“Always,” Victor assured. “What’s mine is yours.”