Page 42 of Their Shared Mate
“What did you have in mind?” Raphael asked Victor.
The amusement in Raphael’s tone made Claire want to scream. This wasn’t funny, and she wasn’t in the mood for their games. Each time they fucked her they could sense her thoughts and emotions a little clearer. She would be able to sense them too as soon as she allowed a mind link, but she’d refused each time they asked. “I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom,” she decided and turned toward the door.
Victor caught her around the waist and dragged her toward the bed. “We’re not even close to finished with you, mate.” He tossed her onto the mattress and urged her over onto her belly. “Her ass is pink, but I think we can do better.”
Working together, the males easily positioned her on the bed. Claire struggled, twisting and yanking against their hands. None of her efforts did any good. Her arms were soon secured above her head, and her legs were spread wide and restrained to something at the foot of the bed. A rounded cushion was slipped beneath her hips, lifting her ass and giving them better access to her pussy. She was helpless, her body arranged for the pleasure of her mates.
“Lovely,” Raphael murmured. “We don’t restrain her often enough. This is so fucking hot.”
“I agree,” Victor said. “But her skin needs more color. I want her so desperate for my cock that she won’t care where I thrust it.”
His meaning was obvious, and Claire tensed. They had teased her bottom, training the tight opening, but neither of them had entered her yet. She knew it was unavoidable, but she’d rather not be bound and helpless while it happened. “I don’t want to be tied down if you’re going to do that.”
Victor rested a knee on the bed and leaned over her, whispering into her ear. “You’re not in control right now. You’re ours, and we will do as we like with your lovely body.”
The strangest combination of heat, anticipation, and anxiety washed over her. She wanted this, but she dreaded it too. The first time always hurt, especially with someone as big as Victor. They’d made sure she understood how pleasurable ass play could be. Still, the thought of total surrender was daunting.
“Yes, Sir.” The words slipped out unbidden and she shivered.
“Are you ready to offer me your tight little ass?” Victor challenged.
Would they forget the rest of her punishment if she agreed? She really didn’t want a harsher spanking.
“He asked you a question,” Raphael said firmly.
“Yes” formed on her tongue, but she couldn’t force it past her lips. “I don’t want to be tied down,” she objected.
“Too bad,” Raphael responded then swung his favorite flogger.
The synth-leather falls fanned out across Claire’s behind, and she gasped. He hadn’t struck her that hard, but she had no doubt that he was just getting started. She forced her body to relax. The more she tensed, the more the punishment hurt.
Each stinging strike was preceded by an unmistakableswish. She sank deeper into submission, allowing the discomfort to peel away her inhibitions. She trusted these males to control her body and free her mind. They had done it numerous times before, and she was ready for them to do it again. Heat spiraled through her pussy and her clit tingled needfully. Long punishments always made her desperate for cock, and then they would give her that too.
Raphael focused on her behind until her skin felt tight and hot, then he moved on to the backs of her thighs. The sensations were more intense now, biting into her consciousness while releasing a euphoric haze. She floated in blissed-out pain for several seconds, then one of the falls wrapped around her leg and came precariously close to her pussy. She cried out in alarm more than pain. Surely, he wouldn’t—of course he would. He’d spanked her pussy before, just never with anything more punishing than his hand.
He flogged her other leg and several of the leather-like strands brushed against her pussy lips. She whimpered, easily guessing what came next.
“Would you like to come, mate?” Raphael taunted, his voice a sensual rumble.
She knew damn well what he was asking. Would she accept pleasure through pain? They’d played this game before. She hated it and loved it. But it hurt so damn bad. She shook her head, unable to make herself say it.
He brought the flogger up between her thighs, a teasing hint of what he had in mind. “I’m going to flog your sweet pussy either way. But if you beg for me, I’ll let you come.”
Desperately needing release, she abandoned the last of her pride. “Please, Master,” she whispered as she canted her hips, displaying herself even more lewdly. “Flog my pussy.”
“Good girl,” he said as the flogger connected with her folds.
Claire cried out and shuddered. Stinging pain cut through the other sensations, but it hadn’t been enough to push her over into release.
He swung again and again. She bucked and twisted, trying to escape the pain even though she craved what it would bring her. On the fifth swing he centered the snap over her clit. Claire screamed. Pleasure ripped through her body with staggering intensity. Her core clenched so hard she saw stars and buzzing sensations raced down her inner thighs. She clenched her fists and curled her toes as the spasms went on and on.
She was so lost in pleasure that she barely noticed when the tension on her ankles released. Raphael lifted her hips and urgedher legs beneath her. He entered her still rippling pussy in one forceful drive. Her inner walls opened wide to accept his thick shaft and he immediately started thrusting.
Her upper body was still restrained, keeping her head and shoulders low while her mate enjoyed her wet core. He fucked her hard and fast, his pelvis slapping against her well-flogged ass with each stroke. Beyond anger or hesitation, Claire opened for him, taking his cock deep as waves of pleasure/pain buffeted her overstimulated body.
Another orgasm struck, or was it a continuation of the first? Claire was too far gone to know or care. He drove into her deeply, rocking her body as his cock possessed her pussy. Suddenly something shifted in her mind. Energy poured into her along with complex emotions, Raphael’s emotions. Had he just anchored the mating bond? She hadn’t agreed to let them claim her, but she wasn’t sure she minded if that’s what he did. This felt so natural, so right.
“So. Fucking. Good!” Raphael punctuated each word with a ruthless thrust.
