Page 14 of Claiming Their Slave
He peered at her, confused. Then it hit him. She wasn’t his mate. She was his slave.
But why?
Everything inside him ached to claim her, to push her back on the bed and shove his cock into her tightness. He could smell her arousal, a sweetness that was unique to her.
“Over my knee, Ava. I want to inspect your punished bottom,” he found himself saying.
She flushed and nodded, not resisting as he guided her into place. But when he got her positioned over his lap, he was shocked to find a plug seated in her bottom hole and poking out from between her reddened ass cheeks. He tapped at the base of the plug, causing her to wriggle in place.
“Who put this here?”
“Master Jaxon. He says when you both finally take me as your mate, one of you will claim my ass, while the other one will claim my cunny. Master Jaxon put the largest plug in today and says I’ll be ready soon for you to both take me at once.”
His cock, already stiffening, went completely hard, and his balls drew up tight. He tapped at the base of the plug again, then withdrew it slightly, only to push it all the way back in. A needy moan escaped Ava’s throat, and she parted her thighs wider and arched her bottom into his touch. He did it once more, pumping the plug in and out of her adorable little puckering hole, and again and again, until he was thrusting the plug into her tightness in a steadily increasing pace.
“It’s going to be my cock you feel in your ass first, Ava.” He pumped harder and faster, delighting in the way her hole clenched around the plug. “And while I’m fucking your ass, Jaxon will be pounding in your cunny, and we’re going to fill both of your private holes with our seed.”
He was still confused, because in the back of his psyche, he knew Ava was his slave. Somehow, he knew Jaxon had bought her. Bid on her while she stood on an auction block in a faraway human village. How exactly had it all transpired? In the fog of his dream—or was he still dreaming?—he couldn’t recall all the details.
He refocused on the sweet human girl still over his lap. With his free hand, he stroked her glistening honey and spread it over her clit, reveling in her tiny gasps and needy moans. The whole time he circled her swollen nubbin, he continued thrusting the plug into her ass, training her for his cock.
She jerked on his lap and cried out her release, groaning his name—or rather, the title she called him.
“Master. Oh, Master.”
When he awoke just before nightfall, his cock was painfully hard and the bedsheets were soaked with his sweat.
Goddess, let this dream mean something. Let it mean Jaxon and I will soon have a mate to share between us.
