Tamed by Her Mates

by Sassa Daniels

“As you are the one who was wronged by the prisoner, you will choose the manner of her punishment,” Jax said. He ignored the horrified gasp from Lottie. “Select an apparatus for her to be bound to and an implement for me to spank her with.”

  The younger man’s eyes scanned the room and fell on the whipping post. Jax doubted he realized it, but that was probably the easiest option from Lottie’s point of view. She would find it a lot less uncomfortable than being bound to some of the items of padded furniture. She would be able to stand flat-footed at the whipping post and even with her arms tied above her head, she wouldn’t be forced into a difficult stretch. Some of the spanking benches would have required her body to hold a much more challenging position. Still, Jax wasn’t about to talk Keran into making this any harder on Lottie than it would be already.

  “Good choice,” he acknowledged. He took Lottie’s arm and lifted her to her feet. He led her to the post and secured her wrists in the padded leather manacles that hung from the top of the wooden stake. Turning to Keran, he found he didn’t like the gleam of satisfaction in the younger man’s eye. There was a vindictiveness there that Lottie’s actions had not earned her. “And the implement you wish me to use?”

  He pointed toward the wall where a variety of different whips, paddles, and canes hung. Keran walked over and began to inspect the various instruments of correction, clearly having no clue what impact any of them might have. His hand hovered over a vicious-looking bullwhip and Jax hoped he was not about to regret his decision to give Keran free rein. Several of the items had only been placed on the wall to deter their prisoner from behaving badly. If she thought there was a chance Jax might use that whip on her, Lottie was bound to be more compliant. He would only use it in extreme circumstances he hoped would never occur. As Keran picked up a thin wooden cane and held it out to him, Jax relaxed a little.

  “Sit over there.”

  Jax directed the young man to take a seat in the corner of the room and then made a show of testing the cane out by swishing it through the air. Lottie looked back over her shoulder at him, and tension radiated from her. She had been caned only once before and had struggled to take six strokes. Marc had decreed that she was to receive ten and her eyes reflected fear about whether she’d be able to take it. Jax had never gone easy on her during a punishment and he didn’t intend to do so now. This chastisement was about displaying his dominance and with the other man present it was vital that he followed through.

  “He wants to see a show, and I’m going to give it to him,” Jax whispered in Lottie’s ear as he leaned over to check that her bindings were secure. “Do not embarrass me by begging for mercy.”

  Trembling, she bowed her head in tacit acceptance of what was to come.

  Jax drew back his arm and the cane whistled through the air before landing with a satisfying crack on her bottom. Lottie yelped and her fists clenched. Giving her no time to recover from the initial jolt she’d experienced, he struck again, hitting her right butt cheek and then the left. Stinging pain made her screech more loudly this time and she hopped around on her toes.

  “Stand still, prisoner, or you will receive additional strokes.”

  Lottie immediately did as she was told and stopped moving around. Drawing his arm back, Jax aimed the cane across the tops of her thighs. This time he struck harder and the hiss she gave told him she’d felt its impact right at her very core. By the time he reached the eighth stroke, her whimpers and moans were frantic. She was reaching the limits of her endurance but Jax was not about to let up. The cane had made several vivid red stripes across her pale skin and her flesh was bound to be heating up nicely as well. He took a moment to admire his handiwork and then struck for a ninth time. Lottie screeched until her voice became hoarse. She danced around a little and he knew if she could free her arms, she’d be running her hands over her bottom right now. There were tears wetting her face but no matter how hard she tried to squeeze her thighs together, she would never conceal the scent of her growing arousal from him. Jax’s cock stiffened. Knowing she was turned on by his discipline heightened his own desire for her. He had to get this punishment over with and banish the little runt Keran from the room.

  He brought the cane down across the full width of her bottom with enough force to make Lottie’s whole body react. From fingers to toes, every part of her stiffened. She threw her head back and wailed as a band of crimson bloomed across her rounded flesh. Lifting herself up on her tiptoes, she clenched her buttocks and released them several times. There were tears running down her face now and when she sagged against the post, her shoulders shook uncontrollably.

  “The punishment is over,” Jax told Keran as he unbuckled Lottie’s shackles. “You may leave.”

  Keran hurried from the room, no doubt so he could go and report on Lottie’s ordeal to the others. As soon as he was gone, Jax sank down onto a bench and pulled Lottie over his knee. Clearly afraid he was going to spank her again, she struggled to get away.

  “Hold still,” Jax commanded.

  He rubbed his hand soothingly over her reddened flesh. The whimpering sound she made tugged at his heart, but he had to hold firm. Slipping his hand between her legs, he found her drenched. She groaned and tried to clamp her thighs shut. Jax slapped his hand down hard on her sore bottom and she whimpered pitifully.

  “Never deny me the right to see what’s mine, Charlotte.”

  Because, no matter what she’d done, the mistakes she would make in the future, she was his and he was never going to let her forget it.

  Chapter Eight

  Irrationally pleased that Jax had called her by her name, Lottie lay over his lap and allowed him to explore her intimately with his fingers. It was nice to have this time alone with him after such an intense punishment. Being bound to the whipping post had not been uncomfortable but the caning had been harsh and she’d had to endure the humiliation of being watched by another man. She was sure Keran viewed her with uncalled-for malevolence and his presence had made the chastisement more difficult to bear. She had always viewed being disciplined as an intimate act between lovers. Having Keran salivating in the corner as she was caned had left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. Now, Jax was soothing away the hurt and shame, distracting her with skillful fingers that parted her feminine folds and caressed the sensitive bud they concealed.

  “You did well,” Jax praised and she couldn’t help but smile. “You deserve a reward. Would you like to choose what it will be?”

  Lottie shook her head. She didn’t think Jax was testing her, but she wanted to demonstrate that she’d learned something about submitting to his will all the same.

  “Whatever you wish to give me is fine, sir.”

  “Well, since you put that so nicely, I’m going to give you my cock to suck. Perhaps if you show enough gratitude for my gift, I will allow you to come afterwards.”

  To anyone else, that might seem like more of a reward for Jax, but Lottie saw it as a vital step toward regaining the closeness they had once shared. She enjoyed bringing pleasure to all four of her mates and she particularly loved how Jax’s cock felt in her mouth. With as much grace as she could manage, she slid down from his knee and positioned herself on the floor between his legs. Biting her bottom lip coyly, she looked up at Jax, her eyes silently asking permission to unfasten his pants. He confirmed with a subtle nod of the head that she could proceed.

  Lottie let his cock loose from the confines of his tight leather pants. It seemed to spring out at her like a beast that had been caged for too long. She couldn’t help but wonder whether he had fucked any other women while she spent those months in the hospital. It wasn’t something she was prepared to ask him about, not when she was already on shaky ground with her mates. Staring down at Jax’s manhood, she sighed contentedly. To the uninitiated it might look intimidating, but Lottie had always believed it to be a thing of beauty. Long and thick, with a shimmering purple head, it was erect and ready for her. She ran her fingers along the top, feeling the pat
tern of bumps beneath the skin. She wondered what it would be like to have sex with one of her own kind, whether it could ever satisfy her. It was unlikely she’d ever find out, unless she gave her mates cause to get rid of her.

  Wrapping her hand around the base of Jax’s cock, she took the remaining inches of him into her mouth and sucked just hard enough to tease. She dipped her tongue into the slit at its head, eliciting a low, deep moan from Jax that told her she was doing something right. As she slid her moistened lips up and down the length of his shaft, she slipped her hand beneath his balls and stroked them with her thumb. His breathing grew heavier and, emboldened by the groans of ecstasy when she dug her fingers into his butt cheek, she removed her hand from his cock so she could take more of it into her mouth. In a deliberate, slow rhythm, she bobbed her head, trying to draw out the moment and drive Jax wild with desire.

  He grunted with what she took to be impatience and fisted a hand in her hair so he could control her movements. Lottie smiled around his cock. He never let her take charge for long. He rose to his feet and she made sure not to release him from her mouth. Apparently impressed by her determination to please him, Jax grinned down at her. He paused for a moment and then began to thrust hard and fast. The change in tempo threw Lottie off balance and tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to get her breathing in tune with his movements. Jax tilted her head back and stroked her jaw until she relaxed. He had taught her how to do this early in their relationship but, desperate to gain his approval, she was more nervous than she ought to be.

  Jax pushed his cock to the back of her throat and she had to overcome another brief panic that she might choke. She had nothing to fear as Jax pulled out a couple of inches when he realized she was having trouble adjusting.

  “That’s it, Charlotte,” he praised as he edged forward, “you can take it.”

  When she’d caught her breath, Jax began to fuck her mouth once more. He drove forward and she felt his cock swell, the raised ridges throbbing against her lips. Her own excitement grew as he let out an animalistic growl and came down her throat. Lottie swallowed every precious drop he had to give and then sat back, head bowed, waiting to find out if she had pleased him.

  It seemed she had as Jax dropped to his knees before her.

  “Lie back and spread those beautiful thighs,” he instructed. “It’s time for your reward.”

  Lottie didn’t waste a second in doing what he asked. She immediately lowered herself down onto the floor and opened her legs wide enough for Jax to slip between them.

  “So wet and ready for me,” he murmured, before bending his head and breathing in her scent.

  He flicked his tongue out over her already pulsating clitoris and Lottie whimpered. Anticipation alone would be enough to drive her to distraction. His tongue did things to her she could never have imagined possible, bringing a new awareness of the bliss her body could experience.

  Jax licked slowly and firmly along her feminine slit. Lottie rocked her hips and clenched her fists as her nerves began to tingle. When Jax wrapped his lips around the swollen, sensitive bud of her clitoris and sucked sharply, she was lost to sensation. She arched her back up off the floor and called out his name as she was seized by a wave of ecstasy. It had been too long since she’d felt his mouth on her and she wanted the moment to last. Reaching out, she pulled his head closer as he continued to mete out this sensual torture on her pussy. He lapped at the pink, juicy flesh as though tasting the ripest fruit.

  When he drove two long, thick fingers deep inside her, Lottie squealed, and her tight channel clamped down on him. Her face twisted in agonized pleasure as he fucked her hard with his fingers and then curled them upward to hit that special spot. As she reached the pinnacle of desire, her body convulsed helplessly. Jax didn’t let up as she hit the peak and flew over the edge into indescribable bliss. Watching her face the whole time, he slid his fingers in and out of her quivering body. It was almost too much to bear and yet it wasn’t enough. Now that she’d been whipped up into a frenzy, she needed his cock. She lifted her hips and moaned, begging to be filled. But Jax, it seemed, was not about to oblige. He sat back, removing his hand, and she cried out in frustration.

  “No, greedy girl,” he admonished. “You’ve had enough of a reward for one day.”

  Disappointment dampened her spirits and Lottie understood with sadness that this was how it was going to work between them. For now, Jax was not the lover eager to bring pleasure to his mate to deepen their bond. He was the emotionally wounded warrior determined to do battle with both his own desires and hers until a new order was established between them.

  Jax got to his feet and helped Lottie up off the floor. She could see words forming on his lips, but whatever it was he would have said was lost as Marc came into the room, his expression grave.

  “Ready in fifteen,” Marc announced.

  Jax nodded and Lottie could not hold back her curiosity.

  “Ready for what?” she asked. “You’re not planning an attack, are you?”

  She wasn’t sure where they were in relation to Bylanthia but didn’t think they could possibly be within striking distance yet. The look that passed between the brothers confirmed that military action was imminent, but it was clear they weren’t prepared to discuss it with her.

  “That is none of your concern,” Jax said, his expression darkening. “It is time you were returned to your cell.”

  If it weren’t for the stern look on his face, Lottie might have rebelled. If there was something important happening, she wanted to be on the command deck to witness it. Sitting in a cell with no clue what was going on would drive her crazy. Still, she could see that Jax was not likely to grant her request, and she had no desire to incur more punishment.

  “I will take her,” Marc offered. “You need to address the men.”

  “Very well,” Jax agreed, “but Charlotte, I warn you now, do not try to pleasure yourself. If you do, you will be punished.”

  Clearly, Jax knew he’d left her unfulfilled and didn’t want her taking matters into her own hands. She nodded, and Marc took hold of her arm.

  “Come with me,” he ordered.

  Lottie hurried along beside Marc, grateful she wasn’t being made to crawl or wear a leash and walk two paces behind. There was a tautness in his shoulders that betrayed tension. Something big was about to happen. He led her into the cell she now called home and released her arm.

  “All will be well,” Marc told her.

  He must have seen the worry on her face but apparently that was all the reassurance she was going to get. Marc gave a curt nod as his farewell and left the room. Lottie turned away as he switched on the energy field that would bar the door. Being locked in here again should have saddened her, but instead, she found herself smiling. Next to the blanket she’d already been gifted for good behavior laid a pillow. Slowly, but surely, she was working her way back into her mates’ affections. It could only be a matter of time before things were right between them once more.

  * * *

  Jax paced back and forth across the floor of the command deck, wishing he could be in the thick of the action along with Marc and Ren. He loved the thrill of leading his men into battle. There was no feeling he enjoyed more than the surge of excitement as he maneuvered his single-person fighter through the skies and swooped in on his target. He and his brothers had agreed, however, that it was best for him to hold back in case things did not go their way. He was the one who was destined to assume the Bylanthian throne and he’d reluctantly accepted that it was too risky for him to fight. So he directed the others from afar and hoped he wouldn’t need to launch a second wave attack. It was best that a mission like this was carried out quickly and with clinical precision. A fast strike would minimize the risk to his men as well as to the innocent women and children of Bylanthia who might get caught in the crossfire.

  Daen had not gone into battle either, but that was not unusual. As a medic, he was standing by, ready to treat any casual
ties. So far, however, their plan of launching a surprise attack from deep space was working and there were no reports of injuries on their side. The governor of Antarrak, Zalyn Marr, had been caught unawares and his troops were being decimated. The superior technology lent to them by the Taar-Breckians had allowed them to launch from further afield than would have been possible in their own outdated fighters. The weapons given to them by their new allies were undoubtedly playing an important part in the success of the mission. Although the Taar-Breckians had been too cautious to hand over their top of the line laser cannons, the ones they had provided were a big step up from anything the Bylanthians had developed. They hit their targets with great accuracy every time.

  As reports poured in, announcing one objective after another had been achieved, Jax realized that victory was now within his grasp. The enemy’s command posts had all been knocked out and their fighter ships had been destroyed before they’d even had the chance to launch. Jax felt it in his bones—they were finally going home after three long years in exile. As he thought about what it would be like to walk through the halls of his father’s palace once more, a transmission from Marc came in, confirming that the tide had turned and their enemy was on the run.

  “What do you want us to do?” Marc asked.

  “Chase them down,” Jax ordered. “Kill every last one of the traitors.”

  Far better that they die now, rather than being made to stand trial. Jax wanted the rebellion brought to a swift conclusion. He needed to ensure that anyone else who thought to challenge his right to rule understood the penalty for taking up arms against him. Hopefully, wiping out Zalyn Marr’s troops would send the message that any insurrection would be put down with brutal force.

  Trusting Marc to finish the job, Jax headed along the corridor to the medical bay. He knew that Daen would also have been monitoring the situation and wanted to check in with him. Although none of the brothers would ever admit it, they worried about each other during these dangerous missions.