Page 55 of Tamed

Kendra whined and squirmed, unable to remain still as she fought off her orgasm.

Zevon’s mouth lifted from her pussy, and he roughly spread her bottom cheeks. The pressure intensified the throbbing and embarrassment washed over her at being exposed. They had both touched her, even fucked her bottom hole, but it still bothered her to be so vulnerable. Because of her unique upbringing, it was likely it always would.

“You were told to hold still,” Zevon reminded.

Fingers gathered slickness from her pussy and moved it up to her other opening. It had to be Arcon because Zevon was still holding her open.

“Apparently, you need a reminder,” Arcon joined in. He pushed two of his fingers into her bottom, driving them deep to anchor her in place. “Hold still while your master eats your sweet pussy. This is about his pleasure, not yours.”

Zevon’s mouth returned, even more demanding than it had been before. Arcon’s cruel fingers forced her to remain still. Zevon lapped up her juices and sucked on her folds, then his tongue fucked her needy hole. The only thing he didn’t do was touch her clit. She cried out in frustration. She was so damn close. All he’d have to do was stroke his tongue over her throbbing clit and she’d orgasm. Arousal swelled and receded, never quite cresting. She rode the waves of arousal, contenting herself with whatever enjoyment she could find. Until they chose to let her come, she was unable to do more.

“Stand her up,” Zevon directed once he’d had his fill.

Arcon removed his fingers and lifted Kendra off his lap. Her head spun and her legs trembled as he positioned her beneath the hidden compartment, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands. As unsteady as she felt right now, she would be glad for the restraints. She looked up as the compartment slid open and watched the wrist cuffs descend. Zevon loved to use this restraint system because it gave him access to her entire body. She lifted her arms without having to be told to and Zevon enclosed her wrists in the padded cuffs. His warm hands stroked her, reassuring and steadying her.

Moving in front of her, Zevon cupped her chin and raised her face until their gazes met. All pretense fell away and he allowed her to see into his soul. “This is very much a part of who I am. It’s not a preference or a game. I need this, crave it. Do you accept even my darkest desires? Do you willingly submit to your master?”

“I’m not afraid of your dark desires because I share them, crave them.” She smiled up at him, arching her back to thrust out her breasts. “My body belongs to my mates. I’m more than willing to submit. I need to submit just as badly as you need to control me.”

He framed her face with his large, warm hands and kissed her tenderly. His lips pressed, caressed, and finally settled over hers creating a seal for their mingling breaths. They shared their taste as their tongues curled and slid around each other. Kendra’s simmering desire flared back to life, making her breasts feel heavy and her core ache.

“You will not regret this gift,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Is this a new form of discipline?” Arcon teased as he rejoined them. “I was looking forward to watching you work.”

Zevon chuckled and lowered his arms. “Just a quick intermission.” He walked to the bed and retrieved the oratel. “Our lovely mate still needs a lesson in respect.”

Kendra licked her lips, savoring Zevon’s taste as well as her own. The next few minutes would be difficult, but she would endure them gladly. The thought made her smile. That made her sound like a martyr, and this was anything but sacrificial. She surrendered control to Zevon because she enjoyed being dominated. It wasn’t any more complicated than that.

The end of the oratel had eight long strips of synth-leather. Each one had been folded over, forming a miniature strap. A semi-rigid shaft ran from the molded handle to the loops. The shaft was long enough to be smacked across the bottom like a cane. Zevon had never used it that way; a fact for which Kendra was intensely thankful. He preferred to swing it like a riding crop, peppering her body with a variety of sensations.

“Ready, pet? I don’t intend to go easy on you.”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice shook a little but she got the words out. “I’m ready.”

Zevon trailed the loops from her shoulder to her hip, pausing to circle her nipple. The motion created a tingling sensation that made her whimper and squirm. He repeated the motion on the other side, lingering over her nipple. Back and forth, he teased one beaded tip and then the other, not stopping until both nipples were pebble-hard and oversensitive.

Kendra clenched her fists and pressed her thighs together. Her clit was throbbing like crazy and her core ached painfully. Zevon had barely begun. She was in serious trouble.

He gave each thigh a warning snap. “Open those legs. You know better than hiding your pussy.”

With a groan of frustration she moved her feet farther apart. Cool air wafted across her folds, accenting how wet she was. Open, accessible, she was helpless against his wicked tool. Both his wicked tools, she thought with an inward smile. But she would much rather be punished with his cock than the oratel.

Zevon circled her, caressing her with the implement as he went. “Your skin is lovely, so smooth and sensitive.” He swatted her lightly on the bottom as if to prove his point.

Kendra gasped. The swat hadn’t been hard, but her skin was still sensitized from Arcon’s spanking.

“That hurt, Master,” she warned. “I’m still tender from before.”

“You can take it. Sink into the pain.” He swung again, slapping the other side, which was just as tender.

She rolled onto the balls of her feet, crying softly as a violent shiver coursed through her body. The swats came fast and hard after that, covering her entire bottom. The sting was sharp but receded quickly, leaving throbbing heat in its place. Her nipples tingled and her clit twitched, responding to the sensual abuse.

“Beautiful,” Zevon praised as he ran his fingers over her bottom. “Your skin is vivid red and hot.” He squeezed one side and then the other, dragging a moan from her throat. “You’re taking this very well.”

Kendra hoped he was finished, but suspected he was not. Her lips trembled and her legs shook. Her ass throbbed, echoing the frantic beating of her heart.

“I think you’ve earned an orgasm.”