Page 56 of Tamed

She would have been thrilled with his words if it weren’t for the cruel gleam in his eyes.

“Would you like to come, sweet pet?”

Her entire body ached for release, yet she hesitated to accept his offer. “What are you going to do?”

“Yes or no? It’s a simple question.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. This was a trap. She could see it in his eyes.

“I don’t like your reluctance.” He leered at her, his gaze lingering on her breasts and then her pussy. “Now you have to beg for your pleasure.”

Her pleasure, if he intended to let her come at all, was a long way off. They had played this game before. She knew damn well if she gave in, he would only have another objection. “I don’t want it that badly. Make me come or don’t. I no longer care.”

His brows arched and his lips pressed into a disapproving line. “Is that so?” He tapped the oratel against the side of his boot. “Let’s see if I can change your mind.”

She watched his arm, waiting for the next swing. It came fast and without warning. The end of the oratel lashed the underside of her breast, the impact carefully controlled. She gasped then whined, twisting away from the pain. He lashed her other breast while she was still processing the first. The next set of swats connected with the sides of her breasts, and finally the tops. Her breast felt heavy and hot by the time he finished. Each breast was encircled in a web of discomfort. She panted and glanced down. Her skin was bright pink, her nipples tightly beaded.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Kendra tried to ignore the throbbing ache deep inside her. Each spike of pain emphasized the persistent throb in her pussy.

“Look at these tight little nipples.” Zevon caught one between his thumb and forefinger. “They look neglected.”

“No,” she cried, eyes flying open. But it was too late. He brought the oratel up and then down, catching her pebbled nipple with both swats. Fiery pain stabbed through Kendra’s breast and she screamed. “Stop! Please, stop.”

He lashed the other side then brought the oratel up between her legs. She tried to twist away, but he didn’t hit her with the loops. He brushed the synth-leather against her wet folds, sending intense tingles all through her pussy.

“Oh, oh!” She twisted and swayed, desperately trying to elude the stimulation. The prickly sensations verged on pain yet were inescapably arousing. “Please, Master, may I come? Please. Please!” She screamed the last word as her orgasm exploded with or without his permission. Harsh waves of pleasure/pain gripped her core and radiated all through her lower body.

“Such a needy pet.” Zevon settled the oratel over her clit as he pinched her nipples with his other hand. “Come again, naughty mate. Keep on coming.”

Over and over her inner muscles convulsed. She cried out, shaking, as tears ran from the corners of her eyes. How in the name of creation could pleasure be so damn painful?

Zevon finally tossed the oratel aside and shoved three fingers into her rippling core. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue surging into her mouth. His fingers pumped in and out, a foreshadowing of what was to come.

The transfer link expanded again, flooding her mind with raw energy. She screamed, body bowing, as wave after scalding wave crashed down upon her. When the violent orgasm finally ebbed, Kendra sensed her mates more clearly than ever before. She felt Arcon’s desire and his concern that they were overwhelming her. She felt the steely control Zevon employed to ensure that he hurt yet did not harm her.

His kiss gentled and he eased his fingers out. “Now you’re ready to be claimed,” he said against her parted lips.

“I want her taste in my mouth when we join with her,” Arcon reminded.

Zevon nodded once then moved behind her.

Arcon, naked now and massively erect, knelt in front of her and raised one of her legs to his shoulder. Kendra panted and swayed as his mouth covered her pussy. She was so wet the inside of her thighs were slick, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the copious wetness seemed to excite him. He licked her inner thighs and then traced her slit before focusing his attention on her clit.

Her head dropped back, eyes closing, as passion built again. How was her body doing this? She was always responsive with them, but Zevon had just forced about ten orgasms out of her reluctant body. Her abused clit should have gone numb.

Zevon wrapped his arm around her waist. Then he lifted her other leg and draped it over Arcon’s shoulder. Her back rested against Zevon’s chest as she straddled Arcon’s face. The position obliterated the tiny fragment of control she had left. They supported her, positioned and controlled her. She was theirs to use, theirs to enjoy.

Arcon sucked her juices into his mouth then pushed his tongue deep into her core. They moaned in unison.

“If you’re enjoying his tongue,” Zevon said above her ear, “imagine how much better his cock will feel.”

“Yes, please,” she cried. “I want that badly.”

So beg me, Arcon pushed the thought into her mind as his mouth continued to devour her pussy. Beg for my cock.

Thrilled by the intimacy of their mind-speak, she followed suit. Please, Sir, fuck me with your long, hard cock.

Growling low in his throat, Arcon stood up and shifted her legs to the bend of his elbows. “Now and forever, I am your mate, and you are mine.” He punctuated the vow with a brutal thrust of his cock, filling her pussy completely.