Damon immediately released her at the same time Granit reached to knock his hand away. “She doesn’t like that,” Granit growled.
“Shh,” Damon murmured, not to Granit, but to her. He gripped her jaw and leaned forward, brushing his lips across hers. “You’re safe, little flower. We would never harm you. Just a little pain to teach you a lesson and then we can move onto your training.” He smiled a predatory grin that sent flutters to her tummy.
“My training?” Somehow, she managed to make her lips move.
“Yes.” He thumbed both nipples at the same time, making them burn with milk letdown. When his thumbs came away wet, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over one pebbled nipple, then the other. “Your rehabilitation. Making sure you’re fit for Zandian society.” To Granit, he said, “Keep her arms pulled high.”
Granit complied, stretching her wrists higher above her head. Laake wandered to the implement bin, dividing his attention between her punishment and what he found there.
Damon shocked the hell out of her by slapping one breast. “For my part, Eslyn, I hope you’re a slow learner. I would hate to return you to Prince Zander too soon.” He kicked her feet wider. “Spread your legs, beautiful. I need access to all your tender parts.”
She whimpered, tugging against Granit’s grasp on her wrists, which earned her a firm slap on the ass from the scarred warrior. Pussy dripping, she followed Damon’s trek to the bin with her gaze, watching him retrieve a thin, slender strap.
Real panic set in—not so much because she believed it would be too painful or damaging, but at the sheer vulnerability of her position. She twisted and tried to lurch away, but Granit’s grip was like steel. “Easy, sweet female. I don’t want to hurt your wrists.”
“Which parts of me do you want to hurt?” she shot back, twisting. She found herself suddenly enveloped in his thick arms, nose pressed against Granit’s chest.
“She’s all right,” Damon said. “A bit of fear will do her good—make it more exciting.” He brushed her hair back, revealing her face. “Isn’t that right, little flower?”
She didn’t answer, but he smiled. “Can you smell her arousal? She likes her predicament, the naughty pet, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.”
* * *
Granit chuckled, relieved. “I smell it.” He pulled her wrists overhead once more, turning her to face away from him.
Touching her was pure pleasure; controlling her, even better. Her body was soft and pliable under his hands. She offered little resistance, and when she did, was easily tamed with soothing.
He wanted to believe it was because they had a special connection—that she felt safe with them, but he doubted that was true. Their female had been stuck on a destroyed planet with no other beings but three males, who’d not been gentle enough with her. The way she’d panicked when Damon’s hand had cinched around her throat had been from trauma.
He should know. He recognized the sudden surge into survival instinct, the loss of rational thought. How many nights in the past fifteen solar cycles had he woken in that state, certain the explosions in his dreams were real, that the flames still licked his skin?
Veck.
He would kill her former mates if he found out any of them had ever made her fear for her life. But they could question her about that later.
After they’d indulged in possessing their trembling female.
Damon pinned Eslyn in place with a cool gaze. “Open your legs wide, little flower.”
She eyed the strap, and a tiny whimper came from her lips, but she obeyed.
“What’s this?” Laake asked from where he stood near the implement bin. He held up a smooth, bulbous object.
Damon grinned. “It’s for her ass. Want to put it in?”
Laake’s eyes glazed with lust. “Yes.”
“There’s a dispenser of lubricant in there. You’ll need to coat it first.”
How did Damon know these things? Granit’s only experiences with females were the fumbling attempts of his youth, before the invasion and Damon and Laake had been too young then. But their friend was a relentless researcher. No doubt, he’d combed every Zandian archive or even other planetary sex guides for what he would have thought useless information. He had no idea a fertile female might one day show up on their pod. And be given to his care.
But Damon seemed to know exactly what he was doing now, as he positioned himself in front of Eslyn and flicked the thin strap against her side.
She cried out, although he doubted it had hurt much. Damon had barely put any force into his swing. He continued, applying light slaps of the animal hide down the side of her waist, over her flank, to her outer thigh. With each swing, Eslyn gasped and wiggled, making a delightful presentation. Her breasts bounced, lush ass rubbing against the bulge of his cock through his pants.
Damon repeated the action on the other side as Laake circled around behind her.
Granit drew her wrists down and held them, still locked together in his large hand, at her belly, using his other hand to push her torso forward. She folded over the support of his arm. He stepped to the side to make room for Laake, who shot him a wild-eyed glance—half-nervous, half-thrilled.
He gave Laake a nod of encouragement.
“Pry her cheeks apart,” Damon instructed.
Laake used the fingers of one hand to separate her cheeks. Her anus squeezed and tightened and her trembling increased, but interestingly, so did the scent of her arousal.
“Go slowly with the plug. Just the tip to begin, then ease it in. If you go too fast, you could hurt her.”
Eslyn mewled when Laake pushed the rounded tip of the plug against her back pucker. Laake lifted his gaze in question to Damon, who merely smiled. He grasped Eslyn’s head around the ears and lifted her face to his. “Take it, little flower. This is your punishment.”
Something in his words must have caused her surrender because the plug suddenly slid forward two finger widths, slowing at the widest part of the object.
Laake repeated Damon’s words. “Take it.”
She did. Her anus yawned wide and the plug slid in, seating deep inside her, leaving only the handle peeking between her delectable ass cheeks.
“Good,” Damon said. “Now hold her arms up again. I’m going to enjoy smarting her skin with this little lash.”
Eslyn gave a pitiful whimper, but didn’t fight Granit as he lifted her wrists up over her head. She made the most erotic picture he’d ever seen, legs spread wide, arms cinched high, a gleaming metal knob nested in her ass.
Her nipples dripped milk—the sweetest he’d ever tasted—and her cheeks were flushed a rosy shade of violet.
Everywhere Damon whipped her left a rosy stain on her peach-purple skin. He swung the strap again, catching the side of one breast.
She shrieked in fear, dancing away.
Damon chuckled.
“Is that fair?” Laake asked. “I mean, she has to feed the baby with those.”
“Then she’ll think of me each time she does,” Damon promised, delivering another light slap to the same breast.
“Ah... ah,” she gurgled, panting.
Damon ran the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “Shh, little flower. It stings a little, but it won’t cause any lasting harm. You know that, right?”
She seemed to work to control her breath and nodded.
Damon smiled. “Good girl.” He slid his hands down her sides and crouched between her feet. He brought two fingers to the apex of her thighs and rubbed them in her juices. “She’s so wet.”
Granit growled, because Damon had kept him from touching her there earlier.
His brother immediately understood. “You try,” he offered.
Veck.
His head swam with a fresh surge of lust. Holding her wrists with one hand, he coasted the other lightly down her body, molding it to her breast, down her belly, finally hooking between her legs.
A needy sound came from her lips. She rose up on her toes
when he made contact and it nearly cost him his control. He wanted to shove her to her hands and knees and veck her until tomorrow. No—until next week.
But punishment first. They’d all have to endure the torture of waiting just a little longer.
“I want to try,” Laake said thickly and he reluctantly removed his questing fingers.
“Go ahead. Listen to the sweet little sound she makes when you touch her there.”
Eslyn shifted restlessly, wagging her hips from side to side, rolling them in a circle.
“Vecking stars,” Laake muttered as he caught her hip with one hand and brought the fingers of his other to her wet pussy. “Incredible,” he breathed.
“No pleasure,” Damon warned. “It’s all right to make her want it, but not too much now. Not yet.”
All three of them seemed to groan in unison, but Laake tore himself away, releasing her and stepping back with a look of ragged longing.
“Legs wider, Eslyn,” Damon murmured.
Her lashes fluttered as she struggled to comply. Without Granit’s hold on her wrists, she would have fallen over, he was sure.
Damon applied the strap to her inner thighs, striping up one side and down the other. Then he positioned himself directly in front of her and swung the strap up between her legs.
She screamed in terror, scrambling to get her feet back under her and close her legs.
Damon tsked. “No, little flower. I’m going to whip your pussy now. I know it hurts, but you can take it. You need this punishment from us so you can move on.”
“No. Please, Master Damon.” She struggled against his hold on her wrists, twisting away. Granit vecking hated seeing her afraid, but Damon’s lids drooped.
“I love hearing you beg, Eslyn,” he said. He held both ends of the leather strap and let it flex and snap between them. “Five more. Then I’ll move to your ass. Open wide, beautiful.”
Her belly shuddered as she dragged a breath in and out. She whimpered some more, the corners of her mouth turning down, but after a moment, she complied, separating her feet and opening her thighs for his punishment.
Damon slapped the strap up. It wasn’t hard.
Veck, if it had been, Granit would’ve stopped Damon in a heartbeat. No, his brother knew what he was doing. It was humiliating and nerve-racking, but he doubted it caused her more than a little fleeting pain.
“One,” Damon clipped.
Eslyn’s breath came out in a sob.
He whipped her pussy again. “Two.”
“No, no, no,” she moaned, but didn’t move her legs together.
Another slap. “Three.”
“Please, Damon. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl.”
“Holy veck, Eslyn.” Damon squeezed the bulge of his cock through his pants. “You’re going to undo me completely.” He snapped the strap up between her legs, a bit harder this time and she screamed. “Four.” Another slap. “Five.” Damon dropped to his knees between her legs and wrapped his hands around her thighs, tipping his head back. “Now let me kiss it and make it better.”
He and Laake both growled as Damon’s tongue reached out to taste their female. They groaned with Damon as he tightened his grip on her thighs and suctioned his lips over her clit.
“Please, please, Damon,” Eslyn begged.
Granit dropped her wrists and cupped her breasts, stepping to the side for Laake, who moved in to veck her ass with the plug.
* * *
The chamber spun, her vision blurred. Eslyn had never felt so out of control, so incredibly needy.
“Please, oh, please,” she chanted, needing so much more, ready to come apart.
But Damon removed his mouth with a smacking sound. “No.” His voice was hard. He stood up. She wanted to grip his horns and shove him back down between her legs, but she knew there’d be no budging him and she’d probably earn herself another pussy whipping if she tried.
She blinked, trying to bring her tormenter’s face into focus. “Please?”
The corner of his mouth quirked and he tapped her lips with the pad of his finger. “Punishment.”
A single, miserable word.
The other two males slowly ceased their delicious ministrations and stepped away, too.
“Now, your ass, beautiful. I’m going to paint it red with my strap and then my portion of the punishment will be over.” He spun his finger in a circle, indicating he wanted her to turn around.
Body quivering, she rotated slowly to face away from him.
“Granit, would you provide an arm for her to fold over? Laake, please hold her just above the elbows and keep her back bowed so this pretty ass turns up.” He patted her backside making the plug in her ass wiggle.
The males stepped into place, bending her at the waist and pulling her torso out long, parallel with the floor.
Damon made a rumbling sound of approval. “Perfect, little flower. Absolutely perfect.”
He swung the strap and it struck her across the buttocks. If it weren’t for the other two males holding her in place she would’ve stumbled or lurched forward onto her face. She realized now that Damon had been holding back with his earlier strokes. This one vecking stung!
“Ouch!” she yelled. Anger replaced her earlier submission.
“I know, love.” He delivered another stroke, just below the plug in her ass.
She shrieked, rising up to her toes in an effort to escape it. “Ow, ow, ow. That hurt. You’re hurting me.”
Damon laughed, but he stroked a soothing hand over her flank, tracing a slow circle over her twitching flesh. “Yes, little flower. This will be the hard part.”
“H-how many?” She wanted to know. Wanted to count them and know when it would end.
“As many as I decide you need, Eslyn.”
Her stomach knotted and she tensed when he removed his hand. The strap swung again. Another line of fire. And another.
She gasped and choked.
He picked up speed, spanking her faster with the narrow strap.
“No! No more. Please,” she begged.
He smarted her ass and the backs of her thighs relentlessly until all the stress of her new situation rose up and choked her. Tears stung her eyes.
“Enough, Damon, she’s crying,” Laake snapped.
“She needs it. You saw her in the Great Hall—how badly she felt. It will help her release the guilt.”
He was right. Every grief, every stress, every regret of her life seemed to be stuck in a ball in the center of her chest, clawing to get out.
“Release her.” Granit’s deep voice cut across them both.
Laake let go of her elbows and he pulled her upright.
“I’ll do it,” Granit said.
She had no idea what I’ll do it meant, but the giant warrior hooked a hand around her elbow and pulled her to the settee. He sat down and tumbled her across his lap, her throbbing ass upturned in a new way.
Before she had time to understand, his huge hand clapped down on her bottom.
“Ugh.”
He didn’t stop. He spanked her hard and fast, slapping one cheek then the other. The plug bounced in her ass, making her anus contract around the neck.
Her breath stalled in her throat, then tumbled out with a sob. On and on he spanked and with each breath, she let out more of the emotion wedged behind her sternum. Tears fell from her eyes, her breath heaved.
The spanking was painful, but not as biting as the strap, and it gave her something to settle on, an unforgiving, relentless focus for her attention as she wept. Someone’s hand tangled in her hair, gently stroking. Another set of hands glided over her lower legs. The males were soothing her, even as they delivered punishment.
She hardly noticed when the spanking stopped. The caresses continued. Her sobs continued. Granit’s large palm circled her burning ass. Some being left and returned with a blanket from the bed and then she was wrapped up in it, cradled in Granit’s strong arms. The other two sat beside him, petting her, murmu
ring endearments. Never in her life had she known such comfort.
Her body trembled and breath shuddered in and out as the tears slowed. Face tucked into Granit’s neck, she felt warm and protected. A deep peace settled over her—one she hadn’t had since she was a child, before she lost everyone she loved in the invasion.
And then, as she began to recover her wits, need returned. It started as an awareness of her burning ass and the plug filling her. Then she remembered the way Damon’s mouth had felt on her core, the incredible driving need he’d created there.
Need he hadn’t yet fulfilled.
She wanted to get past this punishment part and onto the pleasure. She kissed Granit’s neck, smiled when his cock stiffened beneath her hip.
He eased her down onto her back across all three males’ laps and pushed the blanket off her.
“Mmm.” One of them made an approving noise. The other two echoed it. Granit’s hand cupped her breast. Laake stroked his hands up her inner thighs, prising them open at the top.
Her belly fluttered.
“She wants her pleasure,” Damon murmured. “Laake, what’s your choice of punishment for her?”
* * *
“An ass-vecking.” Laake didn’t even hesitate. From the moment he’d inserted that plug in their beautiful female, he’d wanted to put his cock in that private place.
“Good. Punishment and pleasure mixed into one. Why don’t you taste her first, to get her ready?” Damon suggested.
Laake’s cock, already rock hard, throbbed with the suggestion.
There were some males who might want to slaughter Damon to keep the female for himself, but Laake appreciated Damon’s confidence in this situation. Whether he made it all up as he went along or actually knew what he was doing could be debated, but either way, Damon made a decent leader of their brotherhood.
Granit was the oldest and biggest—the muscle. Their hero. He could overrule Damon but rarely did. He’d suffered multiple burns extracting Laake from a burning school during the invasion. Damon had been in the school, too. A few years older than Laake, he was the brains—the one who always figured things out. He’d hustled Granit and Laake into a mining tube, where they’d been protected from the bombing. Then he’d had the balls to make the first kill, and steal an enemy airship for Granit to fly them off planet.
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