by Tawny Taylor
He pulled her against him, cradling her head in his palm. He dragged his other hand up and down her back in slow, soothing caresses. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against his smooth chest. The steady thump-whump of his heartbeat counted off the seconds as she clung to him.
He was so large and strong, and he gave off this vibe. It was like an invisible energy. Even though he made her squirmy and uncomfortable sometimes, she still felt surprisingly safe with him. Protected. Especially right now.
No man had ever made her feel this way before. She might have forgotten some things about her life before coming to Alyria, but she knew for a fact that this was true.
Chapter 5
Ronan could hardly believe what he was feeling. This kind of emotion he hadn’t experienced since the Rebellion, when he and his fellow Nephilim had come to earth to take human wives.
Yes, there was burning carnal need. That was expected. But what wasn’t expected was the other emotion, swelling with every touch. He knew that feeling, and oh goddess how he’d longed to experience it again. He’d been so certain the price he’d paid in the Rebellion was ever-lasting.
Losing the ability to love was the price all the Nephilim had paid for their sin.
Had they been forgiven, or had this woman somehow awakened the spirit within him that he’d thought was long dead? The Father had known exactly how to punish the legion of defectors from his army. Take from them the one thing they found most dear, the one gift they’d alone possessed in its purest form -- love.
What was left afterward? A group of immortal beings that had once rejoiced in love, now forever hollow inside.
True hell.
“I promise you, I won’t let any harm come to you. I can’t.” Lifting her, he carried her across the room.
“Where are we going?” She swung an arm over his shoulder, hooking it around his neck.
“To the dungeon. Our time is short.”
The lights flickered on as he entered the room. He eyed each piece of furniture while mentally ticking off the things he needed to accomplish this session. Even though his head was on the task at hand, his body was already rebelling, declaring its own agenda. Tightening. Hardening. Warming.
He eased her onto the bondage table, gazing down at her lovely breasts. Her nipples were hard pink peaks, tempting little pebbled points. To suck one into his mouth, lave it with his tongue, plump the soft flesh… pure ecstasy.
His cock thickened.
“What are you going to do to me?” She sounded more excited than scared, and yet he couldn’t ignore the touch of wariness in her features, the tightness of her mouth, the slight narrowing of her eyes, not to mention the thready pulse beating beneath his fingertips as he tightened them around her wrists. “Are you still scared, Kaitlin?”
“A little. No, not really, but --”
“You should be.”
Her eyes widened. She visibly swallowed. “W-why?”
“Because you don’t know yet what it means to submit to your Master, do you?”
Her lips parted. “I… no, maybe not entirely. You’re right.”
The Dom in him hungered for more of what she was giving him, a reluctant relinquishing of power. Perhaps she didn’t know everything about submitting to a Master, but her nature definitely made her a very alluring submissive. Obedient. Brave enough to take some risk but not too much to be foolhardy or infuriating. Again, he had to marvel at how blessed he had been in his bride.
“Lay down flat on your back and lift your arms over your head.”
“Like this?” Shaking, she took the position he’d asked her to.
Mmmmm. A delicious sight. With her arms up, those full tits stood erect, pure pink-tipped temptation. Soft and feminine.
Still staring at those round globes, he secured her wrists in cuffs, chaining them to the head of the table. “Now your legs. Knees bent. Open them for me. I want to see you.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, her voice vibrating slightly. Legs trembling, she bent them at the knees and slowly pulled them apart.
“Wider.” His gaze locked on the slick red lips between her thighs, already glistening with her honey.
“Yes, Master.” She drew her feet back further, tucking her knees up at her sides. Toes pointed daintily.
“So pretty.” He strapped cuffs around her slender ankles and secured them to the table to hold her position. “Now you’re completely open, totally under my control.” He traced his index finger down the valley between her breasts, from the top of her chest to the hollow of her belly button. Her skin was soft velvet. Ivory. Warm. More need rippled through his body, and he got a taste of the desperate hunger Cayne must have struggled with yesterday. Unlike Cayne, he wouldn’t have the strength to wait. Not for long, anyway. “How do you feel, Kaitlin? Knowing I can do anything to you right now and you’re powerless to stop me?”
“Nervous and excited, both.”
“That’s normally how I feel too, when I’m working with a new submissive.”
“Nervous?”
“Yes. But not with you. I’m just excited. And hard. And tight.” He heard her breath catch in her throat as her gaze tangled with his.
Her pouty lips quivered. Her tongue darted out, swept across her lower lip, leaving a glossy path before tucking back inside her mouth.
“I have to go get a few things, but I won’t be long. When I come back, Kaitlin, I’m going to make you burn for me.” He forced himself from the table, gathered some supplies for the session. By the time he returned, his balls were snug to the base of his cock and a blistering fever was burning his insides.
The biggest challenge in completing the claiming with their bride would be in training her to take one of them in her anus, and so, despite the desire tying his insides into painful knots, that was what he’d need to concentrate on -- stretching her puckered little hole for Cayne.
That didn’t mean this session would be all business.
“One thing that excites me about you, my sweet bride, is how responsive your body is.” He pursed his lips and blew a stream of air over one of her nipples. It hardened instantly and she arched her back, just as he’d expected, thrusting that delectable treat up in the air.
He allowed himself the pleasure of a taste, first flicking his tongue over the hard little nib. Then, driven by lust, he pulled the turgid point into his mouth and suckled, hard, drinking in her flavor. Her soft sighs and moans of pleasure were his sustenance. Somehow, they began to sate the eternal emptiness inside.
But still, he hungered.
Releasing her nipple, he dipped his tongue into her shallow belly button. The scent of her arousal drew him down her body, closer to her core, over her mound. Her labia were slick with her sweet heat. He had to taste her again. The last time hadn’t been enough.
He suckled her lips first, drawing the pliant flesh into his mouth like he had her nipples, pulling hard. She moaned again. Whimpered. Sighed.
Then he parted her folds, revealing her pearl, danced his tongue over it until she was quivering and begging and warm juices seeped from her pussy.
Damn, his body was just screaming its demand to be sheathed by that tight little cunt. But he knew if he let himself take her now, he’d never get around to the training. She needed the training. It meant the difference between a claiming that was all it should be -- a thrilling carnal celebration of life -- and a painful invasion.
His sweet bride deserved the former.
Completely avoiding her weeping core, he smoothed some lubricant between her ass cheeks, teasing her pink bud with his fingertip. As he worked his finger deeper, he watched her body tighten, legs, stomach, face.
“Relax, Kaitlin. Open to me. It won’t hurt if you can learn to control the muscles.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her face tight, eyelids clamped shut.
Dammit, this wasn’t going to work. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
Her eyelids slowly lifted, hanging partially over her dark eyes. Her
glassy gaze found his and locked to it. “Yes.”
“Relax your feet, Kaitlin.”
Her curled toes slowly straightened.
“Now your legs.”
The toned muscles softened until he could no longer see the defined lines of her quads.
“Now your buttocks.”
Her rounded bottom relaxed.
“That’s better. Now your anus. Don’t tighten when I push, open. If it burns, push against the pain.” His finger slipped past the ring of muscles that had barred his entrance. A bolt of electricity buzzed through his system as he stared down at his finger, buried knuckle-deep in her ass.
He slowly pulled it out and added a second finger. They slipped inside easier. “Oh yes, that’s it. Damn.” He scissored them, stretching her opening, training it to relax against his tender invasion. He slowly drew them out then plunged them back in, fucking her.
As his strokes grew less gentle, her reaction intensified. First, it was soft whimpers and little trembles. And then it was moans and shivers. His cock was throbbing by the time he’d added a third finger. Her tissues gripped his fingers, milking them, tempting him.
If only he could take her now.
“Please, Ronan, oh God.”
He could tell she was right there, on the cusp of a climax. And he knew it would take only a few strokes of her clit to send her soaring over the edge. But he couldn’t allow her that pleasure yet, either.
He and Cayne had made an agreement long before they had traveled through the portal to get their bride. They could train her separately if they had the opportunity, but she couldn’t be allowed to climax until they were both in the dungeon with her.
Neither had realized how cruel that was until they’d actually touched her, felt her heat, tasted her sweet juices. And heard her heart-wrenching pleas.
He hated himself for denying her.
“Not yet, bride.” He slipped his fingers from her and took up a large dildo. Its breadth wasn’t as wide as Cayne’s prick but it was slightly more than his fingers.
The cruel bastard that he was, he teased her pussy with it first, imagining it was the tip of his cock he was dragging through her slick juices instead of a piece of rubber.
Kaitlin rocked her hips, visibly clenching her stomach until it flattened. “Yes, oh yes. Fuck me, please.”
“I’m sorry, my precious.” He dragged it down to her anus and pushed. “Your training must come first.”
“But I’m so hot. Please. It hurts.”
“I know. It hurts me too. But we have to wait.” He moistened the full length of the toy with lubricant and eased it into her tight little opening, gently, slowly, allowing her muscles time to adjust. A fraction of an inch, then another.
Damn, what a fucking beautiful sight.
It took an eternity, but eventually he had a good four inches buried inside her. “Good girl. You will be rewarded for being so obedient.”
“When? Now? Please?”
“Not yet.” He eased the toy from her anus then slowly pushed it back in. She accepted more length the second time. And even more the third. He settled into a slow but steady rhythm, fucking her ass with gentle thrusts while imagining it was his cock taking claim of her body. His prick driving her crazy. His body giving her so much pleasure.
Lost in her need, she tossed her head back and forth and begged him to end the torture and yet he continued. In and out the toy glided. The room filled with the musky sweet scent of her arousal and the sound of her moans in her sex-roughened voice.
She was ready, almost there. He could smell it. Could see it too.
Mere seconds before she climaxed, he forced himself to stop, pulled the dildo from her anus and sagged against the table.
Her rough keening wail pierced his heart.
Never had playing been so agonizing. He wasn’t just hard and tight and burning with need, but his insides felt like they’d been shredded. His heart bleeding. To deny her anything -- any joy, pleasure, need -- hurt like nothing ever had before.
There could be no doubt anymore. Somehow this wonderful woman had given him a gift. Their bride had given this soulless, eternally-damned being a piece of herself. A part of her soul.
* * *
Their bride’s wail greeted Cayne as he stepped into the house.
Upstairs. The dungeon.
Instantly, his body hardened. Muscles taut. Cock hard. Balls tight. He smiled, expecting to find Ronan in misery, as desperate to shaft their bride as he had been that first day. Their vow to deny themselves the pleasure of taking her separately had already caused him some serious pain. A stupid idea. Ronan’s. Now he’d see what kind of hell it was.
Smiling to himself, he strolled up the stairs, turned down the hall. Just as he reached the dungeon, Ronan surged through the doorway. The guy’s face was the shade of a plum.
Ronan staggered backward. “Thank the goddess, you’re home.”
“What’s wrong?” Cayne drawled, knowing damn well what the answer was.
“She needs you, us.” Ronan paced back and forth, his hands dragging through his hair, clutching his upper arms, and then going back to his hair again. “Oh, fuck, I was just trying to help her with her training.”
Oh fuck was right. Who was this guy?
The male pacing the floor, looking like a typical Twelfth Knight before he went through the portal. Couldn’t be the Ronan he knew. This one was wound so tight something was going to snap. The Ronan he’d been living with, fucking for years, never got riled. Hell, his steely self-control hadn’t cracked an inch when they’d been jumped by the Others.
More than a little bewildered, Cayne followed this new Ronan into the dungeon. Their bride was sitting on the bondage table, her legs dangling over the edge, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. As he moved closer, she tracked his every step with watery, bloodshot eyes.
She’d been crying. Why?
He shot Ronan a questioning glance, which was answered with a guilty shrug.
What the hell?
He hot-footed it across the room and pulled her into an embrace. “What happened, Kaitlin? Are you hurt?”
Trembling, she tucked herself against him and looped her arms around his waist. “I’m okay. Just a little… frustrated.”
He pressed his face into her hair and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“I mean, things are happening so fast, and I don’t understand it all. Before I came here, I’d been with only one man. And I’d dated him for years. I would have never in a million years dreamed of dating two men at once, let alone sleeping with two. And it feels like parts of me, my past, my memories, are slipping away. I’m scared and yet the minute either you or Ronan touches me, all my fears evaporate and all I can think about is the way your touches make me feel…”
“How do they make you feel?”
“Protected and safe. And yet small. Vulnerable.” She tipped her head and a shaky smile spread over her face. “And so incredibly aroused it’s almost painful. No man has ever made me feel this way before.”
“I feel the same way when you touch me.” He cupped her chin in his hand and tipped his head, desperate to taste her lush lips, to drink in her sweet flavor.
The kiss was a soft brush, mouth against mouth. Teasing. Tormenting. It felt like a spring was coiling tighter in his gut. More. He needed more.
She relinquished, her body going soft against his, her lips parting to invite him to taste her more fully, and that spring cranked another notch or two tighter. His cock was hard enough to bust concrete.
Somewhere close by, Ronan moaned, inspiring Cayne to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped inside her mouth. Ohhhh…
It had been eons since he’d seen heaven but he’d never forgotten what it was like. This was as close as he’d come, would probably ever come. It was also a heartbeat away from hell.
He released her and broke the kiss. She whimpered, stumbling backward. The blanket slipped to the floor, revealing every tempting inch of their bride’
s ripe body. “Cayne, Ronan, there was a time when I would be ashamed to say this… I ache for you. I need you. And above all, I want you. I want this. I want more. I want it all.”
He thanked the goddess that he wasn’t in the dungeon alone and swept her into his arms.
They all needed release. It was time to end the agony.
* * *
Kaitlin gave a little startled squeal when Cayne went all caveman on her and scooped her off her feet. This was exactly what her body had been aching for -- her gloriously-built pair of captors to take control and end the torture. A wave of anticipation whooshed through her body.
Twisting so she could see where they were headed, she tried to guess what would happen next. Would they fuck her over on that big thing over there? Or would they bend her over that low thing and fuck her like they did before?
Honestly, she could care less, as long as one of them put a dick in her pussy.
God, she truly had become quite the little slut. And yet, even with those thoughts, the guilt she’d struggled with earlier hadn’t come.
Could it be…? Was she finally free?
She’d never imagined being so carefree about sex could be so liberating and exciting.
Or so therapeutic.
Her days in that other world were quickly fading from her memory. Most of the details had been lost, and much to her surprise, she didn’t care. But what had stuck with her were the very best and worst parts of her former life. The happiest moments and the saddest.
Like when her ex-fiancé had broken their engagement. She couldn’t remember her phone number any longer. Nor could she recall her address. But his words still echoed loudly in her head, “I love you, but we don’t stand a chance of this lasting. It’s you. You’re too… you won’t let yourself enjoy sex. I won’t live without sex. I can’t live without sex. And I don’t think you’d want me to try. But I also can’t force myself on you either. It’s just… all fucked up.”
At the time, she’d thought that was the worst excuse she’d ever heard. She had sex with him anytime he wanted. And she’d never once complained, not even when she’d had a headache. She’d enjoyed it as much as she could, given her upbringing. That Thing was okay, certainly nothing to go crazy about. Maybe she’d enjoy it more if he did something differently.