Page 29 of Their Shared Mate
“When was the last time you had a nightmare?” he asked, challenge arching his brow.
It took her a moment to realize the truth. “I haven’t had one since…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
“Since I spanked you?”
She nodded and lowered her gaze. Most would consider this humiliating, but this creative form of therapy was helping. That was all that mattered. She reached back and unfastened her bra, then let the straps slide down her arms. She held the front against her breasts, too embarrassed to casually bare herself.
“We’ve seen you naked before,” Raphael reminded. “Your body is lovely. Stop trying to hide it from us.”
Soothed by his praise, she set the bra aside and wiggled out of her jeans.
“Do you need help?” Victor asked with a smirk. “You’re taking forever.”
She removed her panties and sank to her knees, wanting the next part over quickly. This would only be as humiliating as she allowed it to be. “Which bedroom is yours?” Raphael motioned toward the second door on her left, and Claire crawled off in that direction. Her breasts swayed and the sliding movement of her legs showcased her pussy and ass. Halfway across the floor, embarrassment gave way to a sensual sort of exhibitionism. She wanted to pose and preen, positioning herself for their pleasure.
“Now, bend over the bed,” Raphael instructed. “Legs straight, head down.”
Heart fluttering in her chest, she stood then bent over and rested her upper body on her forearms. Her hair hung down around her face, blocking her view of the room.
A large, warm hand stroked over her bottom, lightly squeezing each cheek. “Why am I going to spank you?” Raphael’s voice was nearly as caressing as his fingers.
“Because I still blame myself for my brother’s death.”
He swatted one side and then the other, the impact barely hard enough to sting.
“Am I angry with you?”
“No.”
The next two swats were harder than the first two. “No,Sir,” he corrected.
“No, Sir,” she repeated. “This is not about anger. It’s about release.”
He continued to smack her with firm, stinging slaps for several moments before he said, “It is also about truth.”
His next few spanks made her gasp and rock to the balls of her feet. “I haven’t lied to you,” she argued.
“You have lied to yourself and that’s just as bad,” he warned.
She gritted her teeth but didn’t argue. She wasn’t lying to herself. She just didn’t believe what he wanted her to believe.
His hand fell over and over. Gradually the discomfort built into throbbing pain. She groaned, shifting her weight from foot to foot. As before, heat spread across her enflamed skin, warming her bottom and sinking into her pussy. Soon her core throbbed in time with her ass cheeks, and Claire helplessly rocked her hips.
“If you’re responsible for Joel’s death,” Raphael finally broke his silence, but his swats continued fast and hard as he spoke. “Explain how you would have saved him.”
“I would never have told him about Nuevo Biotech,” she snapped, tone sharp and angry.
He kicked her legs apart and cupped her pussy. “Use that tone again and I’ll spank this nice, wet pussy.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
His fingers eased between her folds and circled her clit. “Did you know about the experiments when you told Joel about Nuevo?”
“No.” She wiggled, unsure if she was trying to evade his touch or increase the pressure of his fingers.
He slapped her ass several times then went back to stroking her clit. “How did you learn about the experiments?”
Her inner muscles were clenching and tingling heat gathered beneath his fingers. If she held still for just a few moments, she’d come.
