Page 36 of Claiming Their Slave
Chapter Thirteen
Ava’s crying gradually turned to sniffles. She held onto Wolfe as if for dear life, even though he’d been the one to deliver her switching. She didn’t hate him for it, though. Quite the opposite. Judging by the expression of concern on his face before he’d gathered her to his chest, he had been worried for her and hadn’t enjoyed causing her pain. She understood that actions had consequences, and she had known leaving the safety of the house during the battle would result in punishment. But it wasn’t the pain of the chastisement she’d received that had brought her to tears. Instead, the tears had come from knowing how much she’d disappointed her mates. She hoped to never earn their disapproval again.
“Sweet human,” Jaxon said, “are you all right?”
She nodded and turned to stare into the intense blue eyes of her mate of the light. She gave him a tentative smile and nodded again. “Yes, Master. I-I am sorry for my disobedience. Truly, I am, and I will not risk my safety again, I assure you.”
Jaxon opened his arms and she all but flung herself into his embrace. She hugged him tight, while Wolfe commenced rubbing her back and stroking his hands through her hair, as his twin had done earlier. She loved how they took turns holding her and comforting her. They made her feel treasured and wanted. All the lonely misery she’d known in her tiny windowless bedroom in the village faded under their tender regard. Her heart overflowed with so much warmth that she felt her chest might burst open. Though she hadn’t known either brother for long, she realized in this moment that she indeed loved both Jaxon and Wolfe, and a bright surge of hopefulness for the future filled up all the remaining empty places in her heart.
She stayed in Jaxon’s strong arms for what felt like an eternity, until finally, he broke the silence.
“Ava, little human,” he said gently. “Wolfe and I have not forgotten what we witnessed when we entered your bedroom. We must address your naughtiness in touching yourself without permission.”
She flushed and nodded, willing him to get the ordeal over with so they could move on to more pleasant things. At least she hoped they would move on to more pleasant things. Though the switching had been painful and her bottom still throbbed under the searing sting left behind, she once again found herself in an embarrassing predicament, with her sensitive nubbin pulsing and heat collecting in her womanly core.
The loving dominance of her two mates had an effect on her libido like no other. She wanted to feel them inside her now, and filling her up with their immense size and pumping in and out of her tight holes, but first she had to receive a spanking to her cunny. She’d been a bad girl and stroked herself without permission, and she’d been so lost in her desire that she hadn’t even heard her mates enter the room to witness her shameful naughtiness.
She sighed and looked from Wolfe to Jaxon. “I-I know I deserve it. I know I touched what does not belong to me. I am sorry, Masters.”
“Lie back on the bed and spread your legs wide, little slave.”
As she settled back on the bed, Jaxon put a pillow beneath her lower back, forcing her center to be thrust up when she parted her thighs. A glance down and she nearly gasped at how swollen and slick her cunny had grown already, not long after she’d reached the height of her illicit release. Her clit was even more pronounced than earlier, again protruding from between her folds.
Wolfe moved to her side and grasped her hands, pinning her wrists down above her head. A heated quiver rushed through her. Jaxon had held her down for her first punishment, and now Wolfe would keep her restrained for the second one. A sense of vulnerability swept through her, but she wasn’t frightened. She trusted her mates not to truly harm her. She trusted them to not give her more than she could handle when it came to teaching her a lesson in obedience. It was a heady feeling, that after years of not trusting anyone, she had not just one man to trust, but two.
Jaxon laid his flattened palm against her spread center and met her eyes. “You ought to be ashamed, Ava, for touching what belongs to your masters.” He lifted his hand and delivered the first smack to her wet folds. “This is what happens to naughty little girls who touch their cunny without permission.”
Again and again, he slapped the tender folds of her womanhood, the wetness of her sex causing each blow to resound in the cavernous room. On occasion, the tips of his fingers smacked her swollen clit, stinging yet causing her to ache even more fiercely for an intimate touch. The longer and harder he spanked her cunny, the slicker it became. She was so mortified by her lustful reaction, it took all her strength to keep her legs spread wide open.
Smack smack smack. Three quick blows that covered both of her outer folds and her sensitive nubbin had her writhing in place, but she somehow managed to hold the embarrassing position.
“Are you learning your lesson, little human?”
She nodded fervently. “Oh, yes, Master. Please, it hurts. I promise to never touch my cunny without permission again—ohh—ouch!”
“Five more smacks and then you’re done, Ava. I hope you behave yourself going forward and that we’ll have no need to repeat this particular lesson.”
Relief filled her, knowing the end was in sight. She braced herself for the final blows. They came in quick succession, landing with firm well-placed smacks that had her crying out and promising to be a good girl.
Finally, it was over. Ava collapsed further on the bed, rolling toward Wolfe and resisting the urge to cup her tender, punished cunny.
Her mates took turns whispering comforting phrases into her ear and rubbing her back. At one point, a hand gently caressed her bottom, mercifully helping to assuage the sting left by the switches. As her strength returned and she became calmer, the insistent aching between her thighs gradually became more pronounced. The hand that had been massaging her buttocks moved to her sore cunny, and she parted her legs and lifted her center, willing her mates to claim her now.
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“Get on your hands and knees, little human,” Jaxon said, then helped Ava into position.
Wolfe got behind her, preparing to fuck her cunny from behind, while Jaxon moved in front of her, his intent to claim her sweet mouth. Jaxon had yet to claim her ass, but in this moment, his balls ached and his cock stood ramrod straight just thinking about spilling his seed down her throat, watching as she swallowed every last drop of his essence.
“Good girl,” Wolfe said. “Now lift your hips a bit higher. Perfect.” He gripped her hips and guided her back onto his cock.
At the same moment, Jaxon held her face in his hands and directed his engorged length into her mouth. She moaned around his manhood and tried her best to suck him, but Jaxon preferred to set the pace and held her head firmly in place while plunging in and out of her mouth.
Her tongue danced along the tip of his shaft with each quick drive, and he let loose a growl of pleasure and closed his eyes, awash in the erotic sensation. The vibrations from her moans drove him wild, and he gradually encouraged her to take him deeper and deeper into her throat.
“Such a good little human you are, Ava,” Jaxon said in a praising tone, “taking my cock in your mouth while Wolfe pounds into your cunny.”
“Such a good little slave,” Wolfe agreed, tightening his grip on her hips and fucking her faster. “And all ours. Our sweet mate.”
