Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Book 1)

by Sparrow Beckett

  They worked quickly, tying, touching, sliding their hands over her bare skin, until she was whimpering with need and tied spread-eagle on the padded coffee table.

  “Fuck, she’s so hot,” Rodrigo said, standing back to gaze down at Minnow’s completely immobilized body. Their vulnerable prey was trapped in their web of rough hemp. They were ready to devour her.

  With her pierced nipples jutting up past the rope, her legs wide for them, and soft folds of her pussy slightly spread, her beauty was incomparable. Rodrigo moved to her head and freed her hair from where it was crushed beneath her, spreading the silken waves out to drape over the end of the table.

  One of her hands opened in a futile attempt to reach for Severin. He squeezed it.

  “What are we going to do with her? Skip right to the good part?”

  “Which part do you consider the good part?” Severin smirked at him, loving the way the girl’s attention was going back and forth between them, doubtlessly wanting to know what they were planning for her, and yet knowing better than to voice her preferences in the midst of a conversation between dominants.

  “True. They’re all good parts.” Rodrigo smirked back then pointedly let his gaze caress her trembling body.

  Severin let go of her hand to stroke his fingers over her. “Oh, little Miss Korsgaard. You are in the worst possible situation. What are we going to do to you?”

  In response to his quiet observation, she struggled. It was obvious she was completely at their mercy, but he supposed she’d be remiss in her submissive duties if she didn’t even check the rope work.

  “It’s so abrasive!” she complained, going very still. In several places her skin was already abraded from her attempts to free herself. “What on earth did you tie me down with?”

  “His personality, obviously,” Rodrigo replied.

  “Fuck off, dickwad.”

  “See? Case in point.” Rodrigo smiled mockingly at Severin before turning back to her. “Oh wait – he actually used rope. My bad. I think he chose this type just to be a bastard. Can’t say I’m surprised. He’s a bit of a bastard.”

  “Of course.” Severin said, distracted by the way the rope held her breasts up and out for them. “When are her nipples safe to play with yet?”

  “Gently? Now is fine. Nothing too rough.”

  Fascinated, Severin brushed a finger over the already tightening nipple closest to him. Rodrigo focused on the other one. Slowly, they tortured her, pinching gently before toying between and over them. After only a few minutes she was gasping, her hips thrusting at the air as much as she could move in her bindings.

  “Look what you did,” Severin accused.

  “How is that my fault instead of yours? Besides, there’s no proof it’s turning her on. You might be imagining things.”

  “One of us should check.”

  “You check and I’ll keep her quiet. I wouldn’t want the neighbors to think anything weird was going on in here.”

  Considering how far away the neighbors were, they were completely safe even if they gave the girl a megaphone to scream into.

  Severin slipped his hand between her thighs, finding out how soaked she was before he even got to her pussy. As he slipped a finger into her slick heat, she clenched around it, as though she was already on the verge of orgasm. She shuddered, but her choked cry was muffled. When he looked up, Rodrigo had a hand clamped over her mouth.

  “Shh, pretty girl. Let him find out just how ready you are,” Rodrigo murmured to her. She was looking up at Ro, gaze frantic, her hips straining to pump against Severin’s hand even though she couldn’t move enough to help get herself off.

  Slowly, he stroked her hot core, feeling the telltale slip of the mess he’d left inside her earlier. He circled his thumb around her tiny clit, the bud of it hard and eager under his coarse touch. She screamed into Rodrigo’s hand then babbled something Severin couldn’t understand as he tormented the nub with gentle taps.

  Her pleading sounds got louder, and her body stilled and tensed under Severin’s attentions, loving how well he’d gotten to know her body and what it responded to. Right before she could come, he stopped, withdrawing his fingers.

  “Is she wet?” Rodrigo asked him, his voice thick with sarcasm. “She doesn’t seem very turned on.”

  Severin held up his fingers as evidence of her arousal. “So messy.” He tsked. “She must be really into the idea of us using and marking her.”

  Rodrigo lifted his hand off her mouth and she gasped in air, even though he hadn’t blocked her nose. Her skin flushed a dusky pink, and her nipples peaked, distended and stiff.

  “That’s not all me!” she cried. “You had sex with me before Mr. Solis got here.”

  “Did you almost come just now?” Severin asked quietly.

  “I –”

  He arched a brow.

  “Yes. When you tied me down too.”

  Severin shrugged, the rest of her argument invalidated by her admission. “We should probably use her before we brand her. I don’t think we should be distracted.”

  A slow, wicked smile spread across Rodrigo’s face. “I get to use her too?”

  “Pussy or mouth?” Severin offered. He wouldn’t have it be said he was a bad host. He enjoyed having an extra cock to use on her, and Rodrigo always seemed to be game. Lord knew he was always complaining about not being able to find the right girl, and he wasn’t one for casual sex, so it was probably Minnow or his hand.

  “But Master!” she cried, but didn’t follow that up with any actual objection.

  “Hmm,” Rodrigo said as though weighing his options. He ignored her unspecified complaint as bullshit just like Severin did. “Not to be contrary, but don’t you think we’ll both be more desperate for her after we brand her?”

  “We can always use her again afterward. I’m not willing to wait anymore, and it’s not like there’s anything she can do to stop us. We’ll just have to be careful not to infect her brand after I mark her.”

  “I like how you think.” Rodrigo stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. “You know you have a weird relationship with your best friend and his woman when you always bring your piercing and tattoo equipment when you visit, even if they don’t ask. Oh, and condoms.”

  Severin stripped his shirt off too. He could feel Rodrigo’s gaze slide over his chest, as it sometimes did, but he knew better than to make it too obvious.

  “Would you rather visit couples that offer you canapés and polite conversation?”

  “I’d rather make your pretty bitch gag on my cock.”

  “No,” the girl whined.

  Severin moved up so he could see her face better. “No what, Miss Korsgaard? You want DP instead? That can be arranged.”

  “No, Master, but you can’t just use me,” she begged, looking only at Severin.

  Rodrigo smiled indulgently. “Actually, I can’t see how you’ll stop us, beautiful.”

  “Did you hear a safeword? I didn’t hear a safeword,” Severin pointed out. “She knows damned well telling two sadists ‘no, please don’t’ is the worst possible fail when it comes to safewording.”

  Rodrigo plucked an antique bell from one of the bookcases then pressed it into Minnow’s hand. “Your safeword, since your mouth will be full.”

  Oh, right. That was something Severin hadn’t thought of.

  Without preamble, Severin spat into his hand and coated his shaft with saliva, then knelt between her bound thighs and shoved into her. Fuck. She was tight, but so wet he slid in to the hilt. The girl cried out, her eyes rolling back. He felt her trying to edge away, but she was completely trapped.

  “Did that hurt, beautiful?” Severin asked.

  Her eyes focused on his face, and she nodded. He gave her three more ferocious strokes that left her gasping.

  “Please, no,” she sobbed.

  Severin’s dick spasmed, and he gritted his teeth as Minnow’s pussy clenched around him like a fist.

  “Yeah,” Rodrigo cro
oned cruelly to her. “You fucking loved that.”

  Severin rocked into her a few more times, then stopped to get himself back under control.

  “Condom?” Rodrigo asked.

  “Have you been tested?” Severin asked.

  “Yes. A month ago, and I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” He cast Severin a meaningful look, which he chose to ignore. “Minnow, are you okay with this?”

  “Sure, but I won’t blow you anyway, jerk.”

  Severin and Rodrigo both chuckled. Without hesitation, Rodrigo freed his cock from his pants and propped a knee by her shoulder. He traced her parted lips with the head of his cock. She pressed her lips together and turned away her face, as though they’d let her get away with refusing.

  “Ah, ah,” Rodrigo warned. “Do you really want to annoy the men who are about to brand you?”

  “Grab her hair and stick your fingers in her mouth. Show her who’s boss.” Severin thrust into her hard enough to make her mouth open on a gasp. “She’s submissive, all right, but you have to show her who’s in charge every damn time.”

  Minnow shuddered beneath him, so close to coming he could feel her tight little pussy fluttering round him. It was hard to tell whether she trembled from arousal or fear.

  Rodrigo grabbed her hair, and forced two fingers into her mouth. “Suck,” he growled. “If you bite me you’re going to be one sorry little girl.”

  Torturing his toy with Rodrigo was far too much fun. She struggled to jerk away, but although the bell in her hand teetered at the end of her fingertips with every thrust of his hips, he got the impression she was fucking with them. Rodrigo pried her mouth open and worked hard to shove his cock into it, but she fought the intrusion, trying to close her teeth and turn away.

  When Rodrigo growled in frustration, backing off the table to reposition himself, Severin grabbed her face, holding her still, staring her down. After a moment, her gaze went soft, and the fight went out of her muscles.

  “Open your fucking mouth, Miss Korsgaard.”

  Her mouth opened obediently, as though she couldn’t help herself, and he spat in it, reminding her who owned it. A submissive haze had settled over her expression. She could deny him nothing when she got like this, and it was so fucking hot.

  He held her still while Rodrigo angled himself above her again then slid his cock between her lips.

  “Fuck,” Rodrigo muttered. “I’ve been fantasizing about this.”

  “Now you’re going to suck him like a good girl, aren’t you?”

  She whimpered in response and Rodrigo grunted in pleasure, then started to use her mouth in slow, deliberate thrusts, his stomach muscles rippling with tight control. Severin matched his pace – Rodrigo pulling out as he pushed in – and he imagined having to time things this way if he was in her ass and Ro was in her pussy. God, they’d never fit. She would cry and beg them to stop, but the little masochist would probably come anyway.

  Pressure built in his balls and behind his eyes. Fuck. He was going to brand her. In five minutes his mark would be seared into her delicate flesh forever, even if she left him. The idea of sealing her to him with pain, of her taking that for him, made each of his thrusts harder.

  The girl gagged on Rodrigo, struggling to breathe, and her pussy clamped down on Severin’s cock in violent protest. He gasped, gritted his teeth, lost all control, coming hard into her grasping pussy just as Rodrigo swore, hips bucking, his grasp on her hair and throat completely immobilizing. There was a metallic crash and the sound of a bells clapper making one desperate plea for their attention.

  “Fuck!”

  Severin wasn’t sure if it was he or Rodrigo who swore, but they both pulled out immediately. A last burst of come sprayed up her belly to her chin, and Rodrigo’s come caught her across the cheek and into her hair.

  Tears streamed from Minnow’s eyes, and she gagged and choked for breath, coughing and gasping.

  “You okay?” Rodrigo asked her hoarsely, as Severin gave her thigh what he hoped was a comforting squeeze.

  “It was an accident,” she complained, giggling to herself, her expression still dazed. “I didn’t mean to drop it. Totally ruined my last orgasm.”

  Severin and Rodrigo were standing over her panting, and they both gave short, humorless laughs, then glanced at each other and away.

  A tense, anxious excitement filled Severin as he pulled his jeans up and buttoned them. Rodrigo did the same. They weren’t meeting each other’s gazes.

  They worked around her in silence, prepping things.

  “Don’t mind me – I’ll just be here, still covered in the gift of your glorious seed,” Minnow called sarcastically. “Cold, sticky come...everywhere”

  Severin winced, appreciating that she wasn’t too buzzed or too shy to call him on it. He liked that she understood he was a little screwed up and thoughtless even on the best of days, and would just tell him what she needed, usually making a joke of it, because it was just her way.

  He grimaced. “I should have made sure you were okay. Sorry. I’m a little distracted.”

  Minnow laughed as he wiped her off with his discarded T-shirt. He pressed his forehead to hers and stroked her arms, realizing that despite all of her bravado, she was shaking.

  “Do you still want to do this?” he asked.

  “Didn’t you tell me you owned me when you locked this collar around my neck?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m yours, Mister Leduc.”

  Fuck. The sight of her gazing up at him in that complete and utter submission, and yet with that spark of a dare lurking behind her eyes. She was daring him to dominate her, challenging him to do what he wanted and stop feeling guilty about it. Bound to his altar, covered in come and sweat, her eyeliner smeared, she was the most sensual thing he’d ever seen. The woman was a fucking drug. He was ready to fuck the hell out of her again.

  Without direction from Rodrigo, Severin shaved her already smooth thigh and disinfected the area. The urge to do this quickly, before she realized this was a mistake – that he was a mistake – clawed at him.

  He took the brand he’d made off the mantle and set it to heat over the fire. They waited, talking quietly about nothing, as though this was any other visit. Severin watched surreptitiously as Minnow shifted, becoming increasingly anxious until the palm-sized brand was glowing hot. He and Rodrigo put on surgical masks and Rodrigo put on gloves.

  “Ready?”

  They turned back to the girl, and she whimpered in a series of desperate, ragged sounds that made Severin’s cock painfully stiff.

  “Maybe I should have worn earplugs so I wouldn’t get distracted.” Rodrigo laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before in my life.”

  “Me neither, but you’ve done this before.”

  “It’s different when it’s someone you’ve fucked. It must be even worse when you own her and it’s your mark.” He turned a hungry gaze on Minnow, and Severin found himself doing the same. She looked from one of them to the other, then away as though she couldn’t bear the weight of their desire. That or she thought they were disgusting perverts.

  She looked more excited and afraid by what was about to happen rather than disgusted by their excitement.

  “Hold her down,” Severin commanded, going to pull the brand from where it was suspended over the fire. The wooden handle was warm, but not hot to the touch.

  “Shh,” Rodrigo crooned to Minnow. “This will only hurt a little.”

  “Really?” she asked, gasping for air.

  “Well, some people flinch a little, and some scream their heads off.”

  “If I scream, will you make fun of me?” she asked. “I’m so scared I might scream.”

  “You do what you need to do. We would never mock you for screaming,” Severin managed to make himself say, approaching her with the angry orange brand glowing brightly in his grip.

  Rodrigo pinned her down with one hand on her hip and one on her knee, immobilizing her even m
ore thoroughly than the rope. He was panting, and the bulge in his jeans had to be as uncomfortable as Severin’s own.

  Minnow’s terrified mewling was fucking with his head, making his breaths come hard and fast behind the mask. At least it wasn’t just him. Rodrigo’s mask was moving erratically over his own staccato breathing.

  The girl’s gaze locked on his, terrified. Hell, he loved scaring her. Loved hurting her.

  “Your safeword is ‘tattoo,’ Miss Korsgaard.”

  “I know.” She quieted under his gaze, going still, her eyes wide and clear. “I love you, Severin.”

  Euphoria flared through him, lightning through parts of him he’d thought long dead.

  “You’re mine, Minnow.” With shaking hands he positioned the brand over her thigh, then pressed it firmly against her skin. Her body bowed in his bonds, back arching and mouth stretching wide.

  Her bloodcurdling scream pierced the silence of the house. Fear and pain echoed through the room, ricocheting through his head. His cock bucked then spilled into his jeans, but it was inconsequential compared to pulling the branding iron away to see his symbol raised and red, marking her as his forever. He wanted to kiss her there – to lick it even if she burned his tongue. He wanted to brand her again – somewhere obvious where every man who wanted her could see it. Her arm. Her hand. Maybe that’s what a ring was. A polite brand of ownership.

  Rodrigo took the branding iron out of his hand, but he barely noticed in his haste to untie her. The girl – his girl – was panting, trembling, probably with the same burst of adrenaline he’d felt. His body felt like it would explode in a million directions, unable to cope with the magnitude of his emotions.

  “That hurt less than I thought,” she mused. “I was just so scared.”

  “It’s done now. You’re mine.” The knots weren’t coming undone fast enough.

  “I already was.”

  Fear followed his elation. What if the brand got infected? What if she died and it was his fault? He needed to hire a live-in doctor. What if she fell down and hit her head, or choked or something one day? The house was so far from town. Paramedics might never get to her on time.

  What if she went into shock and died right this minute?