by Ivy Barrett
Tarlon inclined his head, acknowledging the suggestion. “I think a nice hard ass fuck will have a similar result. She’s not used to being taken so forcefully.”
“And you’d rather fuck her than spank her.” There was no real rancor in the accusation. They both knew it was true. Tarlon agreed that discipline was necessary with strong-willed females, but unlike Sintar, Tarlon didn’t derive pleasure from administering punishment.
“Absolutely,” Tarlon admitted with a lopsided grin.
Nikki watched them closely, eyes narrowed with curiosity. Sintar reached over and stroked her knee as he quickly finished his conversation with Tarlon. “I’ll let you put your theory to the test after I’ve filled her pussy with my cum.” His balls ached, more than ready to oblige him. He looked at Nikki and switched back to English. “Are you ready to be fucked by your mate?”
“I won’t have sex with either of you unless you wear a condom.” A cunning gleam flashed through her eyes as she stated her condition.
“That’s ridiculous,” Sintar insisted. “We can’t impregnate you without a mating bond and all of the Ventori are disease free. There is no reason to subject ourselves to Earth’s primitive customs.”
“Then I want—”
He caught her chin in a punishing grip and glared into her eyes. “You want whatever pleases us, and nothing else.” Her gaze darted toward Tarlon, so Sintar pinched her nipple. She cried out and snapped her gaze back to his. “Don’t look at him. You’re dealing with me.”
“Yes, Sir.” She nervously licked her lips then lowered her gaze.
Her nipples beaded without anyone touching them and her evocative scent increased, filling his nose. Regardless of what she told herself, she responded best to harsh treatment. “I’ve ached all day for the softness of your cunt. Do you consent?”
She glanced at him then away. His heart flipped over in his chest. If she refused, he couldn’t touch her. Rape was unthinkable to a Ventori Defender. Females were to be protected at all costs. Only the worst sort of coward would abuse one.
He was about to repeat the question—which he never did—when she nodded. Relief so sweet it made him want to shout bubbled up within him. “Say it, sweet mate. Say yes, Sir, fuck my cunt.”
Her lips trembled as they parted and when her voice emerged it was barely audible. “Yes, Sir, please fuck me.”
Almost, but she’d cleaned it up a bit. “Where, love? Where do you want my cock?”
“In my pussy.” Her voice was stronger now, more certain of what she wanted.
Close enough. Most females he’d encountered preferred the softer euphemism. “Grab the backs of your knees and hold yourself open.” After another awkward pause, she obeyed. “Now lean back and offer your mouth to Tarlon.”
The table was just barely big enough for her to lie on, so he pulled it farther away from the wall, making room for Tarlon on the other side. Nikki gasped and nearly let go of her legs, then she realized what he was doing and relaxed.
She looked so fucking hot spread out on the table like a banquet. He wanted to start at her neck and lick his way to her knees, but he hadn’t been exaggerating. His cock ached so badly he’d lose control if he didn’t get some form of relief. He moved between her spread thighs and opened the front of his pants. She reared, obviously trying to see him. Later, he would let her inspect him to her heart’s content. Right now, he had one thing on his mind: her soft, wet pussy.
He guided his cock to her entrance then moved his hands to her hips. “This cunt belongs to Orellian pod. You will allow no one else to enter. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He thrust his entire length inside her, dragging a strangled moan from her throat. Heat and blessed softness wrapped around him, soothing his feral nature. She was nice and tight, yet she’d taken all of him. He pulled his hips back, watching as his shaft emerged from inside her body.
She gasped, drawing his attention away from their joined bodies. Tarlon stood by her head, but he’d yet to free his cock. Instead he was toying with her breasts, massaging the mounds and pinching her sensitive nipples.
“There are clamps in the bag.”
“Later,” Tarlon said without shifting his gaze from her quivering breasts. “I don’t want to distract her from the feel of our cocks deep inside.” As if to prove his point, Tarlon unfastened his pants and pushed his cock into her waiting mouth.
She hated it when they talked as if she wasn’t there, so he tried to keep such comments to a minimum. Instead of offering advice, Sintar watched Tarlon’s length sink between her lips. The sight was so starkly erotic that Sintar had to grab the base of his cock to keep from coming. Tarlon drew nearly out, then pushed deep in one smooth stroke. She moaned softly and Sintar spied her tongue swirling around the tip of his brother’s cock. Tarlon framed her face with his hands and began to shuttle in and out. She tried to bob her head, but Tarlon wouldn’t let her. He held her head firmly, forcing her to accept what he gave her as slowly or as fast as he liked.
Amused and aroused by Tarlon’s domination of their mate, Sintar sped the tempo of his thrusts. He was the only one who hadn’t come on the shuttle as his aching balls were happy to remind him. He wanted to take his time, savor their first joining, but he was honest enough to admit that such desire was futile. He’d simply waited too long and he wanted her too badly.
Sintar was determined to take her with him, at the very least, so he covered her clit with his thumb. She gasped around Tarlon’s cock and shifted her gaze to him as well as she could with her head turned to the side. He paired each deep thrust with a circular caress from his thumb and soon her inner walls clenched and released, urging him on toward completion.
He stopped resisting the signals his body was shouting at him. Instead he reveled in the urgency. He fucked into her willing body fast and hard, gripping her hips to keep her pelvis tilted to just the right angle. She cried out, arching slightly.
Tarlon moved faster too, obviously ready to join them in release. Pushing to the back of her mouth, Tarlon shuddered violently as he spilled his seed down her throat. His head was thrown back, expression rapturous.
No longer distracted by the visual stimulation, Sintar closed his eyes and fucked his mate. She cried out sharply and came around his cock—without permission, again! Too far gone to chastise her, he draped her legs over his arms and pulled her hips to the very edge of the table. The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoed off the walls, accented by her sweet cries of ecstasy. When her core convulsed for the second time, he was powerless to resist.
He buried himself deep inside her and released his seed in shuddering spurts. Pleasure blasted through his entire body, arching his back and threatening to buckle his knees. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the table until his strength returned.
“You’re mine.” He accented the vow with a possessive kiss. “You’re ours.” And suddenly Tarlon was there echoing his kiss.
* * *
Nikki trembled helplessly as her mates kissed her. This was all she’d wanted when this scene began. She’d wanted Tarlon to kiss her, hold her, and tenderly make love to her. Instead Sintar had ravaged her on the kitchen table while Tarlon fucked her mouth. The contrast made the kisses bittersweet and tears swam in her eyes by the time Tarlon pulled away. Damn it! Why did interacting with these two always bring her to tears?
Sintar stroked her cheek with the back of one hand, his intense gaze searching hers. “Are you all right?”
The question surprised her coming from the always demanding Sintar. She nodded, not wanting her voice to give away how close she was to tears.
“Let’s take this upstairs.” He carefully separated their bodies and helped her down from the tabletop. Then he picked up a black case she hadn’t noticed before.
“What’s that?”
“Presents for you, and for us.” His wicked expression made it hard to believe she’d enjoy the mysterious presents as much as they would. And worse, they
were planning something, but she wasn’t sure what it was. She’d tried to learn Ventori, had spent days listening to instructional audio files. Still, her grasp on the language was rudimentary at best and these two spoke so fast she’d only caught a word or two.
She walked between them as they made their way upstairs. She might as well be naked with the front and back of her skirt tucked into her waistband, and they were fully dressed, as usual. “Will you ever let me see the rest of you, Sir? Or am I the only one who will ever be naked.”
“Some males prefer it that way,” Sintar told her. “I’m not one of them. However, you’ll see me naked when I’m ready to undress in front of you and not before.”
“Well, I’m ready now,” Tarlon volunteered from behind her. “I want to feel those breasts crushed against my chest and those long legs wrapped around my waist while I thrust between your thighs.”
Sintar said something in Ventori. He seemed to chide Tarlon, yet she detected a hint of amusement too. What were they planning? It was driving her crazy!
Tarlon replied with his usual nonchalance.
She glanced back at him. “What are you talking about? Should I be concerned?”
“Never, my love.” He reached up and squeezed her hand. “Everything we do is for your pleasure.” The spanking he’d given her right before Sintar arrived said otherwise, but she didn’t point that out.
Then a possibility sent her heartbeat racing. Was Tarlon still planning to fuck her ass? Her core clenched painfully at the thought, but she wasn’t sure if dread or anticipation had caused the reaction. Did they honestly believe that would be therapeutic? Blood was rushing through her veins by the time they reached the master bedroom. And despite her fear—or maybe because of it—her pussy ached and her nipples tingled. Anal wasn’t something she did often. In fact she’d allowed her lover to go there a grand total of twice.
“I really think—”
Sintar cut her off with another mind-muddling kiss. “It’s not your place to think, only feel.”
Tarlon wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back into the warmth of his body. “I won’t hurt you, love. You never need to fear me.”
She closed her eyes and savored his embrace, wanting to believe him, desperately needing it to be true.
A sharp click drew her attention to the bed. Sintar had set his case there and opened the top, rummaging around until he found what he was looking for. The lid blocked her view so she gasped when he approached with wrist restraints dangling from his hand.
“Where in the world did you get those?” And why did he feel the need to restrain her? She’d made this so damn easy for them it was almost embarrassing. The restraints were further proof that she was not going to like whatever they had in mind.
“These came off the shuttle,” Sintar told her. “Most everything else was newly manufactured just for you.”
She knew Ventori technology could convert energy into matter. That’s how the females received new dresses each morning. Even if some of them were incredibly ugly. Still, she hadn’t realized Camp Accord had a matter generator. That would make all sorts of things much easier. Matter generators could ‘manufacture’ anything from sophisticated shuttle parts to food, or toilet paper.
“First lose the skirt. I want you completely naked.”
With trembling fingers she lowered the side zipper, then shimmed out of the skirt. Her pussy and ass were already on display, but she felt even more vulnerable without any clothing.
“Hold out your hands,” Sintar commanded.
“Why did you have restraints on your shuttle?” Emboldened by Tarlon’s arm still wrapped around her waist, and not wanting to start a fight, she held out her hands. Wider than human handcuffs, yet narrower than most wrist cuffs, the alloy restraints were lined with something soft and cushiony. Still, when he snapped them shut around her wrists, a shiver skittered down her spine. She hardly knew these guys. Was it wise to allow herself to be completely helpless?
They don’t need restraints to make you helpless, her mental voice pointed out. You were at their mercy as soon as Sintar announced his interest in you. Sintar was one of the ministers. No one, Ventori or human, was going to interfere with anything he did.
So why was she going along like a lamb to the slaughter? Especially when she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like their intended destination. She looked from Sintar to Tarlon and back, afraid to ask what they were going to do to her, yet just as afraid of not knowing.
The wrist restraints were connected by a short length of cable. Sintar grasped the cable and drew her toward the bed. Tarlon reluctantly let her go. Instead of instructing her to climb on, however, Sintar left her standing about three feet away and raised her arms overhead. He fed the cable through a hook in the ceiling that looked like the carabiners used in rock climbing. It allowed her movement from side to side, while keeping the cable securely locked in place.
“Kinky suburbanites, or have the Ventori equipped all of the houses for… fun and games?” She tried to keep her tone light and playful, but her stomach was tied in knots. Each time they fucked her, they became more possessive, more certain she would eventually allow them to bond with her. That decision might still be a long way off in her mind, but they were obviously ready to solidify their claim as soon as she was willing to let them. It was so strange. She’d known Tarlon for a couple of weeks, but she’d just met Sintar. How could he possibly be certain she was the one and only female he wanted to be with for the rest of his life?
Sintar moved in front of her before responding to her nearly forgotten question. “To be awarded a house, each pod must have a bonded mate or be in the process of courting one. The prep teams were being proactive.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat, trying to appear as if bondage was part of her daily activities. “How thoughtful of them.”
“Why are you afraid?” Sintar stepped even closer, easily within reach, and still his arms remained at his sides. “I can clearly smell your fear. You are our mate, Nichole. It would be irrational to harm you in any way.”
“There are many ways to hurt someone.” She dragged her gaze away, unnerved by his concerned expression. It was out of character for Sintar to show emotions of any kind.
He wouldn’t allow her retreat. He cupped her chin and tilted her face until she met his gaze. “I never said I wouldn’t hurt you. I said I would never intentionally harm you. Punishments are often painful, but they serve a specific purpose and should never be administered in anger.”
Why was he talking about punishment? She’d meant emotional manipulation and betrayal, the sorts of bullshit she’d dealt with in her previous relationships. “Have I displeased you, again?” She hadn’t meant the last word to sound so defensive, but his attempt to calm her was having the opposite effect. She tugged against the cuffs and tried to back away from him. There was very little slack in the restraints.
His strong arm encircled her waist, bringing her flush with his body. “Calm down.”
“Then tell me why you restrained me. What did I do?” Her other ‘infractions’ had been intentional choices. She’d known she was misbehaving when she did it. This was a total blindside.
“You came without permission, again. Twice if I recall correctly.” A similar inflection in his tone gently mocked her distress. “On the shuttle you didn’t know better. But I warned you and you still refused to control yourself.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she cried, trying to twist out of his embrace. “I couldn’t help it. You were certainly not helping the situation. I think we both lost control.”
Rather than softening, his expression grew even more intense. “Now you challenge me rather than showing remorse. You have already been spanked twice today. Obviously you require something more… memorable to absorb these lessons.”
Her jaw dropped and trepidation tightened the knots already lingering in her belly. “I’m sorry. I should have asked permission before I dared to enjoy sex
with you.”
He shook his head. “Sarcasm will not help you.”
“Well, it’s a ridiculous rule. A lot of your rules are ridiculous!” Anger rapidly burned away her fear. If she was already in trouble, why not speak her mind?
“You don’t have to agree with our rules. You just have to be aware of them.”
“Like a speed limit,” Tarlon interjected. “Many humans feel speed limits are too low or unnecessary, but that doesn’t keep the law enforcers from issuing citations.”
She glared at him. “That’s not helpful.”
“Take down her hair,” Sintar said to Tarlon. “I hate it bound like that.”
“You can still grab hold of the braid.” Tarlon demonstrated the technique, gently pulling her head back.
Sintar made a disapproving face. “I want it loose.”
“Fine by me.” Tarlon went to work unbraiding her hair as Sintar returned to the bed and rummaged through the case. When her hair was loose, Tarlon joined his brother by the case. Was he looking for something specific or just checking out what Sintar had brought?
Sintar meandered back to her without making his selection, unless he’d shoved it up his sleeve. He touched her face, demanding her attention. “Helpful or not, Tarlon’s illustration is valid. There are likely many human rules you find ‘ridiculous.’ That doesn’t negate their validity. Were you aware that coming without permission was not allowed?”
She hated when he treated her like a dimwitted child. “Yes. You told me on the shuttle. Then you fucked me senseless and my body took over.”
“That is not a valid excuse, and I will never take responsibility for your disobedience. No one is to blame but you. Now stop arguing or I will add to your punishment.”
“I don’t consent to being punished.” There. That should back him off. Or at least make him stop and realize this was unnecessary.