Page 54 of Tamed
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, eyes downcast. She knew damn well Zevon wouldn’t let her get away so easily.
“Not good enough,” Zevon growled out. “Undress and select an implement appropriate to your infraction. If I feel your choice is inadequate, you will be punished for that as well.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered as she pulled her uniform top off over her head. Arcon had removed her boots after she’d cried herself to sleep, but thick socks still covered her feet. Zevon liked her completely naked during these sessions, so she bent and uncovered her feet. Her bra came off next, then her pants and panties.
Feeling their eyes on her bare body, Kendra crossed to the compartment inset in the wall across from the bed. She triggered the sliding door and surveyed the collection of implements. Two paddles, a synth-leather strap, a flogger, a cane, and the strange-looking oratel. The implement was unique to this star system and was basically standard equipment for controllers.
She started to reach for the flogger but stopped. This was her claiming. The intensity of their pleasure would determine the strength of their soul bond, and pain made her come harder than anything else. She took down the oratel and closed the compartment. Part riding crop, part flogger, and part stimulator, the implement could create a wide variety of sensations. That was probably why it was Zevon’s favorite.
She returned to him and placed the oratel across his open palms.
“Good choice.”
She turned toward the bed and started to bend over.
“Not yet, mate,” Zevon said. “We’ll expand the link by degrees. It’s less painful that way. Arcon, would you like to facilitate the first dilation?”
“My pleasure.” Arcon pulled her into his arms and sat down on the bed with her sideways across his lap. His mouth claimed hers and his hands moved boldly over her body. Unlike their first kiss, this one was deep and demanding.
Relaxing in his embrace, she returned the kiss with equal fervor. One of his arms supported her shoulders while his other hand roamed freely. He cupped her breasts and teased her nipples as energy flowed across the transfer link. She gasped when he entered her mind. Bright and vibrant, his being blazed like the midday sun. The intensity grew, his emotions overpowering hers. For just a moment she felt a flicker of fear, then Zevon’s energy wove its way through theirs and the connection stabilized.
Arcon’s lips released hers and then he turned her over, draping her body across his legs.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, confused by the position.
“I’m feeling particularly savage tonight. I’m going to warm you up for our controller.”
It was the only warning she got before his large palm smacked down against her bare bottom. She cried out, more in shock than pain. Arcon never spanked her. Discipline was Zevon’s area of expertise. But she could feel Arcon in her mind and his energy was nearly as intense and consuming as Zevon’s.
Arcon’s hand fell with a steady cadence, hard but measured. The sting quickly gave way to heat, increasing the ache he’d awakened with his kisses. She squirmed, pressing her thighs together as her clit began to throb.
“I can smell your arousal, mate.” Arcon squeezed one heated cheek and then the other. “Open for me. Let me see if you’re as wet as you smell.”
She parted her thighs and tilted her hips upward so he could see her pussy. She was well used to this when Zevon did it, but there was something intensely arousing about being spanked by Arcon.
“Lovely.” He traced her slit, teasing her entrance without sliding his fingers inside.
She moaned, needing more than his tantalizing caresses.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed one of his fingers into her core. “Is this what you want, red?”
“Yes. God, yes,” she groaned, lifting her hips to take him deeper.
He withdrew the digit and slapped her ass hard, one side and then the other. “Lie still and take what I give you. Your arousal belongs to me.”
She forced her body to stop squirming and relaxed across his lap. His finger slid back into her pussy, teasing her with a hint of fullness. What she really needed was to be stretched, filled, overwhelmed by their huge cocks. He removed his finger and slapped her ass several times, then drove into her with two fingers. She bit her lip and clenched her fists, fighting the need to buck and wiggle.
He alternated swats and fingers until Kendra wanted to scream. This was more like Arcon. He loved to tease her, to arouse her to the point of madness before he let her come. Miraculously she held still, savoring the slide of his fingers while her bottom cheeks throbbed.
“Your ass turns such a pretty shade of pink.” He pulled out again and squeezed her warm cheeks. “I can see why Zevon enjoys this.”
“Her scent is driving me crazy. I need a taste,” Zevon said, his voice low and guttural. “Do you mind?”
“Of course not,” Arcon encouraged, sliding her legs even farther apart. “Just offer me the same courtesy before we fuck her.”
Zevon knelt behind her and pressed his face against her spank-warmed bottom. His tongue traced her slit, gradually sinking between her wet folds. Kendra moaned helplessly, her entire body demanding release.
“You do not have permission to come,” Arcon reminded, apparently sensing her desperation. “You’ve been rude and sarcastic. It might be hours before we let you come.”