Tamed by Her Mates

by Sassa Daniels

  “On all fours,” Marc commanded as he moved around behind her.

  She got into position and watched in fascination as the chain hanging between the clamps on her nipples swayed beneath her. Marc pressed a button and without warning the table lowered. Lottie had to catch herself before she lost balance and toppled over. The table stopped moving when it was at just the right height for Marc to fuck her from behind. She wondered whether he would take her pussy, which ached to be filled. Although she’d had little option, she did cooperate during the examination—well, for the most part, she did. Surely, she’d earned some reward.

  When Marc squirted a drop of cold gel onto the pucker of her anus, she knew it was not his intention to give her what she wanted.

  “Let’s get this gag off,” Ren said amiably. “I have plans for that mouth.”

  The instant the hideous ball was removed, Lottie swallowed down the excess saliva that had pooled in her mouth. She scrubbed a hand across her lips and hoped she would never have to wear that damned thing again. Sucking in a few deep breaths, she worked the stiffness out of her jaw.

  Marc pushed his thick cock slowly but insistently into her bottom, and Lottie gritted her teeth. No matter how often they did this, she still felt like she was going to be torn apart. It was painful, but in the best possible way. He rotated his hips and she gasped as her body adjusted to the fullness. Mere moments later, a different sensation gripped her—lust—and she needed him to move. Pushing back against him, she whimpered in need, but Marc held still, a reminder that her men were always the ones in charge. He would fuck her ass the way she wanted him to, but not until he was good and ready.

  Ren unfastened his pants and directed his rigid shaft to her lips. Lottie took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around his cock, feeling that zigzag protrusion under the skin that added to her pleasure when he fucked her. All Bylanthian men had a ridge partway along their penis that added an extra dimension to the enjoyment they could bring a woman. Ren and Marc had the same shape but Jax and Daen both had a row of raised bumps that drove her wild when they hit just the right spot.

  Lottie moaned as Ren and Marc both pushed deep inside her at the same time. They stilled as though in concert with one another and then began to thrust. Sucking lightly on Ren’s cock as he slid in and out of her mouth, she tried to concentrate on pleasuring him. It was impossible with Marc pounding furiously into her rear. All she could do was hold herself steady and take the hard fucking they were both intent on giving her. When Marc drove into her bottom, she was pushed forward, and Ren’s cock slipped further down her throat. It took all her effort not to choke as her mouth was filled to capacity. She whimpered and writhed on the table, trying to find some way to alleviate the pressure building inside her. While Ren stroked her cheek with tenderness, coaxing her to take all of him, Marc reached beneath her and tugged the chain linking the nipple clamps. Pain shot straight to her clit, which throbbed with need and she screamed around Ren’s cock.

  Tears of frustration poured down her face as satisfaction remained elusive. It would be so easy for Ren to play with her breasts as Marc fingered her clitoris, but it was clear they would do neither. This was for their pleasure and her punishment. Denying her what she desired was as effective as the harshest whipping.

  Filled so completely by her men, she gasped as she felt them both swell at the same time. Ren’s shaft became impossibly large and she struggled to breathe around it. He pulled back a little to let her adjust and then pushed in deep once more.

  “You’re doing great, Charlotte,” he told her.

  He shifted his hips and the head of his cock seemed to tickle the back of her throat just before he spilled his seed. She swallowed dutifully, savoring the saltiness on her tongue, even as Marc’s erection began to throb within her rear channel. He slapped her thigh hard and she clenched around him.

  “Take it all,” he commanded as his fingers dug painfully into her hips.

  Lottie tightened her muscles, squeezing his shaft to milk every last drop of cum from him.

  When the men both stepped back from her, she dropped to the table, exhausted, Marc’s semen dripping from her.

  “You have pleased us today,” Marc said as he adjusted his clothing. “Continue to do so and you may soon earn a reward.”

  As he removed the clamps from her nipples, she squealed in pain. Fuck, that hurt more than wearing them had. She nestled against Ren’s chest when he gathered her into his arms. Together, he and Marc took her back to her cell. Ren placed her carefully on the bench and his brother attached the chain around her ankle. There was a thin blanket there for her now and she clutched it eagerly to her chest, grateful that she would have at least some comfort tonight.

  “You should rest now,” Ren told her. “Today was just the beginning.”

  He reached out and brushed her cheek with such tenderness she almost started crying. He gazed at her for a moment and then, seeming to catch himself, pulled back. It was too late, though. Lottie had seen the love shining in his eyes and she knew their relationship was salvageable. It was only a matter of time before she won him, and the others, over. As her mates left the cell, sealing the door behind them, she curled up and drew the blanket up around her shoulders. Hopeful now that there was a way to regain her mates’ affection, she gave herself up to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Marc watched on the monitor as Lottie paced around her cell. Keeping such a spirited woman in such a restricted space was like caging a wild animal. He didn’t like to do it to her, but for now it was a necessary cruelty. Their future depended upon them being able to demonstrate their mastery over Lottie and it would take a great deal of work to make a woman like her bow down to them. It had to be done, though. That a slip of a girl had brought him and his brothers to their knees as she had when she tried to leave them was a source of great embarrassment. Her actions had left a stain on their masculinity and their little human had to pay for her slanderous lies.

  Lottie’s status within their lives, the elevated position they had allowed her, had attracted curiosity and envy from day one. People had put up with it as long as she’d been seen to be toeing the line. As soon as she pulled her little asylum stunt on Taar-Breck, popular opinion had turned against her. Their people wanted to see her humiliated and subdued. She had let them down badly and Marc had never experienced pain like he had when she told the Taar-Breckians he’d been mistreating her. After staying by her side for weeks as she lay unconscious, her words had been a kick in the gut. For that alone, she deserved to have her bottom spanked until it glowed crimson.

  He stared at the screen before him as Lottie walked back and forward across the room, beautifully naked but for the leather cuff she wore around her ankle and the collar at her throat. Just looking at her made his cock stir. He wanted to go in there and sink into her warm body, but now was not the time. There was a lesson she had to learn.

  Marc pressed a button on the control panel in front of him and the chain around her ankle clicked back a few notches. Caught off guard, Lottie fell to the floor, her arms outstretched to prevent herself from hitting her face on the hard surface. She muttered something unintelligible to herself. Knowing it was likely to be a vile curse, Marc chuckled to himself. Their little human had quite the potty mouth on her.

  Lottie got to her feet and he immediately retracted the chain again. Her leg pulled back and she dropped to the floor. Three more times he repeated the exercise before the stubborn woman learned he wanted her on her knees. Shoulders slumped, she crawled a few paces to see what would happen. Marc rewarded her by letting the chain out enough for her to move freely. She looked up at the surveillance camera on the ceiling, her eyes flashing with fury. So, she was down but far from out. Good. He never wanted to see the fire in her extinguished.

  He turned to acknowledge his twin as he came into the room. Ren grinned as he spotted Lottie on the security monitor.

  “Putting her through her paces, I see,” he remarked.


  “Just giving her a taste of what’s to come. Is Jax ready for us yet?”

  Ren nodded. “The men are assembled and General Antaen is on his way.”

  “Has Daen shown his face yet?”

  Ren shook his head and Marc blew out a breath. Their younger brother had all but disappeared. He had to be on the ship somewhere—there was no sign of any shuttles having launched—but nobody had seen him since before Lottie’s examination yesterday. Jax had ordered them to leave Daen in peace to come to terms with their new relationship with Lottie but Marc really wanted to give him a whack around the head and tell him to stop being so stupid. They had her back with them and would mold her into the type of mate they needed her to be. Why was that so difficult for Daen to accept?

  “We should go and fetch the prisoner,” Ren said. “Jax is waiting.”

  Marc picked up the leash from the table in front of him and walked to the door. Lottie was just along the corridor, so they reached her in seconds. As he shut off the energy field using his thumbprint, she sat back on her heels and watched them warily. It was clear she’d spotted the long strip of leather in his hand from the way her eyes darted nervously to the side.

  “Now that you’ve had some practice on your hands and knees, we’re going to take you for a little walk.”

  She pulled back as Marc tried to clip the leash to the ring at the front of her collar, but Ren grabbed her hair and held her steady. Although her face twisted, Marc knew Ren wasn’t hurting her. His twin was not as soft as Daen, but he was easygoing and even when riled up, he could never cause their mate unnecessary pain.

  “Where are you taking me?” Lottie demanded as Ren unfastened the cuff from around her ankle.

  Marc tugged hard on the leash and she dropped forward onto her hands and knees. She glared up at him, grabbed the strip of leather with both hands and tried to yank it away from him.

  “You do not ask questions, little prisoner. You follow commands and you behave yourself or suffer the consequences,” Marc snarled as she continued to fight him.

  “It’s important that you do as you’re told,” Ren added, his voice a little gentler. “There is more at stake than you know.”

  Marc rolled his eyes as his brother wandered off script with his coaxing tone but was pleased that it seemed to do the trick. Lottie let go of the leash, got back down on her hands and knees, and crawled obediently behind him, out of the room and along the corridor. She managed the stairs with surprising grace, but as they came closer to the canteen, he heard her groan. On that, he had to agree with her. He didn’t like her being on display in front of the other men any more than she did. He hated his subordinates looking at what was his. It had to be done, however. Disciplining her in private wasn’t enough. Her submission had to be plain for all to see.

  He led her into the hall and Ren brought up the rear in case of any trouble. It was unlikely anyone would try to touch Lottie, knowing that they had laid claim to her, but when their men got worked up anything could happen, so it was best to prepared. They were halfway to the front of the room when one of the younger men shouted varang at Lottie. Although their mate did not speak their language, she clearly understood when she was being called a whore. She reared up violently, spun around on her knees, and launched herself at the man who’d insulted her. Marc had to yank hard on her leash to pull her back. She fell to the floor and clawed at the collar as though trying to tear it off. Marc jerked on the leash once more and she stilled herself.

  “Behave,” he hissed. “You will receive ten strokes for that infraction.”

  Her eyes widened, and he almost felt sorry for her. She had to learn, though, and in a way, he was secretly glad she’d acted out so publicly. It had given him an opportunity to correct her in front of an audience. Now those who suspected she was merely acting the part of the submissive to appease their critics would see that she was genuinely struggling with her new role.

  When she’d composed herself, Marc took her to the table at the front of the room where Jax was sitting with General Antaen and several other men waiting for their arrival. He led her to his brother and tied the end of the leash to a steel ring on the floor by Jax’s feet. Then he pulled her arms back behind her and bound her wrists with soft leather cuffs. That would prevent Lottie from trying to get free. Marc had no doubt it would be an uncomfortable position for her, but he steeled himself against caring. After all, she’d brought this on herself.

  * * *

  Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. Lottie repeated the words inside her head as tears burned her eyes. Once again, she’d been paraded in public for all to see without any clothing on. Crawling had made her feel quite sexy, powerful almost, when her mates had led her along an empty corridor, but in front of the entire crew of the spaceship it was humiliating. Then to be tethered to the floor as though she was less than human—that was the most mortifying thing that had happened to her so far. She tried to put her own hurt feelings aside and listen to the conversation going on above her.

  Although the men were speaking in their own Bylanthian tongue, which she was nowhere near to mastering, she could tell they were discussing a plan of attack. The tone of the conversation was serious and every now and then she made out familiar words that suggested they were going to launch a raid to take back the royal headquarters soon. Only a few months ago, they would have held a discussion like this in the universal language of English for her benefit and she’d have been welcome to contribute. Clearly, this was meant to reinforce that she no longer had any influence here.

  As a large hand suddenly appeared in front of her face, Lottie screwed her nose up. Jax was holding a small piece of meat out to her. Did he really expect her to eat from his hand? She looked up at him in question.

  “You will eat from my hand or not at all,” he said sternly.

  If she weren’t so hungry, there was no way she would have allowed him to feed her like an animal. The slop they’d given her for breakfast hadn’t filled her belly, so she relented and took the morsel from him. He smirked triumphantly and in that moment she hated him just a little. He offered her another piece of the meat that tasted a bit like beef and once again her rumbling stomach trumped her dignity. As she ate eagerly, it attracted attention from the other men around the table.

  “You intend to make her your pet?” General Antaen asked.

  “You mean with a fluffy tail and big floppy ears?” a voice that Lottie didn’t recognize said.

  She fumed indignantly as a laugh went around the table. It seemed these men had no qualms about speaking in her language when they wanted to be insulting.

  “No, we will not make her our pet.” The relief she felt at that statement from Jax was short-lived as she listened to the rest of what he had to say. “A pet requires love and affection. This woman is not worthy of such things. She is our prisoner and nothing more. Yes, she will crawl and eat from our hands when we demand it, but she will never be allowed to curl up at the bottom of our beds.”

  The words were delivered with such harshness Lottie flinched. She bowed her head and blinked back a tear. She suspected Jax was being particularly brutal because he had to be seen to be the dominant force. It was something she’d witnessed in the past and even before this chasm opened between them, she’d had to endure hard words in public from time to time. Understanding why he spoke that way didn’t make it any easier on her, especially as she wasn’t sure this time if he meant it.

  Despite losing her appetite, Lottie took a few more pieces of meat from Jax’s hand, just in case her refusal was seen as rebellion. She was tempted to nip his fingers but held back. She already had the ten strokes Marc promised coming to her. It would be stupid to deliberately make more trouble for herself.

  The men continued their conversation until the meal was finished and then, matters apparently decided, Jax got to his feet and made a brief speech. It sounded like a call to arms and whatever he said received rapturous applause.

  “Now,” he
said, switching back to her language, “where is the man who was attacked by our prisoner?”

  Attacked was a bit strong. Lottie hadn’t even managed to make contact with the insolent little shit who called her a whore before Marc pulled her back. She peered around the edge of the table to see a tall, thin man rising to his feet. She knew he was young because he hadn’t yet developed the muscles that mature Bylanthians had.

  “What is your name?”

  “Keran, Your Highness.”

  “Keran, you will come and witness the prisoner’s punishment for her assault on you.”

  Lottie gasped. She had never been spanked in front of a stranger before. She shot Jax a panicked look as he bent to unfasten the cuffs at her wrists and untie the leash but the expression on his face was implacable. As he began to walk away, the long strip of leather pulled tight and she had no option but to follow him from the room. With the overly eager Keran behind them, they made their way along the corridor and into the private quarters Jax and his brothers occupied. Jax led her into the exercise room, which now looked more like some medieval torture chamber with all manner of apparatus for tying a person to. Lottie blinked in disbelief. The room had been transformed into a dungeon and it had been created especially for her. If she hadn’t thought they were serious about punishing her before, she was now. Her heart began to race as fear took hold.

  * * *

  Jax could see the apprehension on Lottie’s face and he knew she was worried about Keran’s presence in the room. It was out of the ordinary for Jax to ask someone other than his brothers to witness him disciplining Lottie, so it was natural that she was a bit confused. If she thought he would let the other man lay a hand on her, she really had nothing to fear. Keran was here so she would learn that misbehaving publicly had consequences, but he would not be allowed close enough to touch her. Jax didn’t mind sharing with his brothers, but he was far too possessive to let anyone else come close.