Tamed for Their Use

by Ivy Barrett

  “I was waiting for you, for both of you,” she stressed meaningfully.

  As usual, Sintar took the lead. He walked to the foot of the bed and motioned to her legs, which were folded beneath her. “Show me.”

  He didn’t need to elaborate. She knew what he wanted. She slowly moved her knees apart, sliding them across the quilted spread until she sat on her heels and her pussy was on display. Her ankles protested the position, but the ravenous look on his face was worth the discomfort.

  “Straighten your legs. That can’t be comfortable.”

  Instead she centered her weight over her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, bringing her entire body within his reach. She used her eyes to express her need, unwilling to risk angering him.

  He wrapped his hand around her neck, his grip firm, but not hurting. “Tonight is for you, love. You have permission to come and to speak freely. Tell us what you want and it’s yours.”

  Her heart sank and insecurity paralyzed her. What she wanted was to submit to them. She didn’t want to think about anything but how much she loved them and how good they were making each other feel. The last thing she wanted was control.

  Instantly seeing his mistake, Sintar’s expression hardened. But instead of rewording his command, his mouth claimed hers. His lips urged hers apart and his tongue slid deep into her mouth. Their breaths mingled and their tastes blended until she felt giddy with anticipation.

  Sintar wrapped his arm around her middle and turned around, pulling her off the bed. His mouth didn’t release hers and she soon felt Tarlon pressing against her back. His hands eased between her body and Sintar’s, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.

  “So soft and warm,” he whispered as he caressed her.

  She surrendered to them, relaxing into the strength of Sintar’s arms and leaning against Tarlon’s warm body.

  Sintar pulled away, panting. “Naked. We should all be naked.”

  Nikki smiled helplessly. They seldom bothered undressing until after they’d fucked her repeatedly. With Sintar, she was pretty sure it was about power, but Tarlon was just too eager for her to care about his clothes.

  She watched them, itching to touch as they quickly shed their uniforms. Man alive, they were a sight for sore eyes, both perfectly proportioned and utterly ripped. And their orvattas. The intricate markings were vivid blue, flaring for her—only for her. She dropped her gaze to their cocks and licked her lips. Like their bodies, Tarlon’s shaft was long and lean, while Sintar’s was thicker, more intimidating. She’d taken him in her pussy and mouth, but he hadn’t yet fucked her ass. She shivered at the possibility, secretly thrilled by the dark pleasure he’d doubtlessly give her.

  “You like?” Tarlon teased, stroking himself boldly.

  Sinking to her knees, she licked her lips again, hoping they’d understand her invitation.

  They approached at exactly the same time and she smiled happily. She loved a challenge.

  Stroking both with her hands, she stared up into their eyes, her legs open, pussy available if they decided they didn’t want to share her mouth.

  “You are so beautiful like this,” Sintar told her as he wrapped her hair around his fist. “Suck Tarlon first. We all know how much I like to watch.”

  Happy to oblige, she continued to stroke Sintar with her hand while she took Tarlon into her mouth. She tilted her head back, taking him as deep as possible. She was beyond pretense, beyond shame. She wanted them to use her, possess her—claim her. She wasn’t brave enough to speak the words, but she let the desire burn in her eyes.

  “Stars,” Tarlon muttered and jerked his hips back. “I can’t come in your mouth, sweetheart. And that felt too damn good.”

  “So come on her breasts,” Sintar suggested, apparently seeing the disappointment in her eyes. “She doesn’t want you to stop. I don’t want you to stop.”

  She looked at Sintar for a moment as Tarlon battled his good intentions. She knew he liked to watch, but he was seldom so open about it. Apparently, everyone’s protective walls were down tonight.

  Tarlon guided her face back around and rubbed his moist cock head against her lips. “As you were,” he said with a playful grin.

  She loved his sense of humor, needed his ability to lighten her mood more than she cared to admit. She used her mouth to express her appreciation as he slid in and out. He grew harder as she sucked, obviously not going to last. She carefully caught his sac and pulled down. He gasped then shuddered, but it seemed to work. He took her face between his hands and fucked her steadily.

  Sintar moved around them slowly, distractedly touching himself. He openly watched Tarlon’s cock disappear and emerge from inside her mouth. He seemed fascinated, as if he’d never seen a blowjob before. It was so strange, so wicked, that she found it arousing.

  Apparently Tarlon did too. His hips shuttled faster and his fingers pushed into her hair, holding her head at the perfect angle for his forceful strokes.

  A strange tingling lethargy passed over Nikki. She felt peaceful, almost euphoric as he increased his speed. The more focused he became on his pleasure, the freer she felt. It was her last coherent thought as the haze overtook her.

  He panted harshly, groaning with each thrust of his hips. She swirled her tongue over the tip as he sank deep and sucked firmly as he drew back. Her body responded automatically, because her mind was far away.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” He frantically pulled out of her mouth and spilled his warm seed on her breasts. She watched the milky jets arch toward her and shivered as they splashed over her skin. Before she could do more than stare, he rubbed the liquid into her breasts like lotion, using the viscous fluid to tease her nipples into pebble-hard peaks. “I want to coat your entire body with my cum.”

  Ownership. He wanted to mark his territory. The animalistic statement sent a shiver down her spine and freed her from the momentary muddle. “You might have to,” she pointed out with a smile. “You can’t come inside me until Sintar does and he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry.”

  “Is that a complaint?” Sintar sounded harsh, but his gaze remained warm.

  “Of course not, Sir. I live only to please you.”

  He laughed at her melodramatic tone. “Sure you do.” He pulled her to her feet and swatted her ass.

  She gasped then shivered. If tonight was about pleasure, did that mean there would be no punishment?

  “Lean over the bed. I want this ass nice and warm while I fuck you.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She tried to sound upset and failed. They both knew she wanted this, needed it, to be fully satisfied. She bent over the bed, leaving her legs fully extended so her hips rotated, displaying more of her pussy.

  “Very nice.”

  That was Tarlon. Where did Sintar go? She glanced over her shoulder and felt her eyes widen. He stood by the dresser rummaging through his favorite black case. She quickly turned her head back around, wanting to savor the anticipation and let the tension build.

  She listened for his steps as he returned, but the carpeting absorbed what little noise he made. “I’ve changed my mind. Lie on the bed on your back, head hanging over the side.”

  She looked at him quizzically, not understanding the position. Wasn’t he going to spank her?

  “Just do it,” he said, sounding a bit impatient.

  She either trusted him with her pleasure or she didn’t. She crawled back onto the bed and arranged herself as he’d requested. She lay on her back, sideways, with her head hanging over the side.

  He walked up to her, cock bobbing above her face. “Open your mouth.”

  Ah, he wanted what his brother had just enjoyed. She quickly licked her lips and obeyed his terse command. Apparently her spanking would have to wait.

  He pushed between her lips and quickly established a steady rhythm. She adjusted the angle of her neck, finding it all a bit awkward.

  She heard the telltale swish of a flogger half a second before the strands slapped against her brea
sts. She cried out around his cock, shocked more than in pain.

  “Keep your lips tight,” he insisted. “Concentrate on my cock, not my flogger.”

  She tried, she really tried, but each time the flogger’s strands branched out across her flesh, the sting was startling. She cried out and tensed, but immediately resumed her sucking. Heat passed over her breasts in rolling waves, sinking deeper with each merciless flick of his wrist.

  She tried to relax, tried to find that peaceful lethargy, but the pain was too intense. Apparently sensing her struggle, Sintar’s next stroke was lighter. The strands seemed to kiss her skin with little sparks of heat. Oh, yeah, that was much better. She moaned her appreciation, making sure he understood.

  He chuckled and pinched her nipple. “Pay attention to my cock, not my flogger!”

  Despite his amusement, the next stroke was stronger, more punitive. She fought back her startled cry and took his cock deep into her throat.

  “Much better.” And he went back to caressing her with the strange fire-kisses.

  The man had endurance. She had to give him that. Her jaw ached and her head throbbed as he steadily fucked her mouth. Was he disappointed that she couldn’t take intense pain? Was he hoping for a full-on masochist?

  He made some hand gestures, but said nothing out loud.

  She felt the bed dip and resettle as Tarlon joined her. At least it sure as hell better be Tarlon! Tarlon bent her knees then rotated her legs out, opening her wide, but why?

  The flogger hit one inner thigh and then the other. She whimpered as tears filled her eyes. The pain was different now, still undeniably uncomfortable, but insidiously arousing. She was open, vulnerable, and she knew damn well her pussy was his ultimate destination.

  Her thighs quivered and Tarlon began to rub her calves. “Try to relax, love. Let the sensations take you.”

  She closed her eyes and stretched her arms out to the side. The flogger strands crept closer and closer to her sensitive folds, but she didn’t tense, didn’t fight the intensity. The first stroke tore a guttural cry from deep inside her, but she rode the wave, lost in the sensual torment. Reality blurred and she felt herself coming.

  “Good girl.”

  She heard Sintar’s praise, but he sounded so far away.

  Then he drove into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat with each deep thrust. He cried out sharply and came, his hands framing her face as his cum pulsed into her throat. She had enough presence of mind to swallow, and then reality floated away.

  * * *

  “Gods damn it,” Sintar grumbled as he carefully pulled out of Nikki’s mouth. “This is not what I wanted for her tonight.”

  “But it’s obviously what she needed.” Tarlon motioned toward their senseless mate. “She’s so far gone, she looks blissful.”

  Humans called the phenomenon subspace. The Ventori simply thought of it as proof that they’d fully satisfied their female.

  “I wanted to give her pleasure, to be tender for a change.” Sintar tossed the flogger aside, disgusted with his dark impulses.

  Tarlon laughed. “Are you really that blind? She’s still searching, but she clearly needs the pain as badly as you do.”

  He sighed. He knew his brother was right, and he’d been extremely careful with her. The lovely redness on her breasts was already fading to pink. There were a few raised welts on her inner thighs, but that was just the extreme sensitivity of her skin. He’d been even more careful below the waist. And still she’d come so hard it launched her into subspace. He shook his head and went into the bathroom. Tarlon was right. She was making him soft.

  He wet a cloth and returned to the bed. She hadn’t moved, but the gentle rise and fall of her sweet breasts assured him she was still breathing. He gently tended her reddened skin, pressing the cool cloth against her rather than rubbing.

  She sighed and her lashes fluttered before she opened her eyes. Tarlon must have pulled her forward. Her head was no longer dangling over the side. She licked her lips and smiled at him. “That was… intense.”

  “Well, don’t get too comfortable. We’ve barely begun to comfort you.”

  She laughed, still slightly sleepy. “Is that what this is called?”

  He pressed the cloth between her legs and she groaned. “Sore?” It was unlikely. It had only taken two flicks of his wrist to trigger her orgasm.

  “Just sensitive.”

  He tossed the cloth aside and traced her slit with the tip of his finger. Tarlon watched silently, waiting to be invited into the scene. “Ready for more?”

  She smiled and stretched lazily. “I think I’d rather take a nap.”

  “Did you hear that, Tarlon? Sounds like a challenge to me.”

  “I love a good challenge.” Tarlon moved closer.

  “Why don’t you lick her pussy, but don’t let her come. Orgasms clearly make her sleepy.”

  “Wait,” she cried. “I was just teasing y—”

  Sintar silenced her with his mouth, while his hand moved boldly over her breasts. His taste still coated her tongue, but he didn’t mind. It fed the savage in him to know she’d swallowed his cum.

  She responded to the kiss, moaning from time to time in response to what Tarlon was doing. Sintar’s cock hardened unbelievably fast, considering his recent climax. She gasped and shivered and Sintar had to see. He raised his head and looked between her wide-spread thighs. Tarlon was fucking her with two of his fingers while he licked her clit.

  “Don’t let her come,” he cautioned, knowing how well she liked this.

  Tarlon glared at him and went right on licking.

  Sintar watched her eyes grow hazy again as he stroked her breasts. Her kiss-swollen lips were parted and her hips rocked gently, accenting the slide of Tarlon’s fingers. Sintar’s cock bucked, more than ready for her core.

  Or her ass.

  Desire surged through him so forcefully that he groaned. A second later he shook his head. Tarlon had to fuck her ass before he did. She needed to understand that Tarlon could fuck her anywhere and she’d feel nothing but pleasure. The technique they’d used to break through her emotional numbness had left her skittish when it came to anal pleasures.

  But there were other options, other firsts. She seemed especially needful tonight. Did he dare test her boundaries yet again?

  He scooted off the bed and nudged Tarlon. “Enough foreplay.” He leaned in and whispered in Ventori, “Get the lube while I distract her.”

  Tarlon’s brows arched, his expression questioning.

  “It’s time.”

  “Are you sure?” Tarlon responded in the same language.

  “It’s time for what?” She sat up, clearly following their hushed conversation.

  But they’d been speaking in Ventori. Their sneaky little mate knew their language. “How long have you been able to speak Ventori?” he asked gruffly without switching to English.

  “I understand more than I can speak, but I’m getting better.” She answered in English, but had obviously understood the question.

  “Why have you concealed this from us?” Tarlon wanted to know.

  She shrugged. “It never came up. I would have told you if you asked.”

  He wasn’t sure he believed her, but at least she trusted them with the truth now.

  “So what were you whispering about? What time is it?”

  “It’s time for us to both join with you.”

  Her eyes widened and she gulped. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

  “You’re ready,” he said firmly. “Do you trust us or not?”

  She bit her lower lip as she paused.

  He held his breath, dreading her refusal.

  “I trust you.” Her voice was soft, yet decisive. “You’re right. I’m ready.”

  Chapter Ten

  Oh, my God, what have I done? Nikki ignored her inner voice and focused on her mates. There was no longer a possibility that this would end any other way. She would allow them to claim her and t
hey would spend the rest of their lives together.

  But she couldn’t think about that right now. This was a dress rehearsal for the claiming. Jessica had warned her that they both needed to be inside her when they anchored the link. She was still a little afraid of anal sex, and she didn’t want that fear to taint the claiming. Better to deal with it now. She glanced at Tarlon and tried to smile, but the memories were still too clear. She had never felt so invaded, so used.

  Odd. Feeling used, in this context, was a sensation she was starting to enjoy.

  Her expression upset Tarlon. She could see it in his eyes. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

  Her gaze flew back to Sintar. “Who’s going to be where?”

  Sintar pressed his hand against the side of her face and looked deep into her eyes. “You know the answer. Tarlon has to be in your ass. We can’t move forward until you understand the difference between punishment and pleasure.”

  “I know the difference. I’d just feel more comfortable if you—”

  “No,” he said firmly. “It needs to be Tarlon.”

  Damn it. Sintar chose now to stop indulging her?

  Say the word and they’ll stop. They won’t force anything on you.

  Her useless inner voice had meant it as a suggestion, but Nikki turned it into a promise. They would not force her to do anything. She wanted this, and Sintar knew it. She just wasn’t sure she wanted this with Tarlon. She was still pissed at him about the first time.

  She sighed. It wasn’t fair to be angry. They’d accomplished more in that one night than months and months of therapy.

  Sintar sat on the foot of the bed and motioned her toward him. She easily figured out what he had in mind and straddled his thighs. She made no move to put him inside, though she ached to have him there. When he was ready, he’d give her his cock, or tell her to take him inside her.