by L. V. Lane
I took a step back, shaking my head. “Please don’t let him.”
“It’s your choice, Lilly. This is going to happen, but it’s your choice if Ryker gets to enjoy holding you while I do it. I don’t think he deserves the privilege. But you get a say.”
I wrung my hands. Fear making me impotent.
“Now. If you take your clothes off and lie still for me, Ryker only gets to watch your ass turn red under my belt.”
“You know I can’t be still! How can you do this? You know he’s been using this threat for weeks.” I sent a furious scowl at Ryker, who grinned back.
“Lilly, you have two Controllers. As we’ve already established, one of us is a savage, and the other one is a psychopath who likes to play manipulation games. I’m doing this because I want to, and so that you remember not to let him manipulate you again. You’ve let him hold this over you for far too long. I know how Ryker’s brain works. He can’t help being an asshole. You suffer no such condition, you’re sweet, empathetic, and trusting. Now, I need you to trust in me, completely, and give me your submission, and trust that I’ll keep Ryker in line.”
Tears pooled in my eyes, but I had reached an unhealthy level of fury. “A belt! Really a fucking belt!” Ryker’s smirk got broader. Ethan’s face had taken on a deadly air of calm. Warning bells were ringing, but I was too far gone.
I was also getting wet.
And that frightened me more.
Ryker had done this to me, trained me to react to the threat of Ethan’s belt. Confessing the real reason for my emotional outburst would not serve me well.
Ethan watched my tantrum unfold with detached, predatory interest, like he could see the myriad of emotions passing over me like clouds in the wake of a storm, and could read each and every one. “Are you done now?” he asked.
My chest was heaving, tears were streaming down my face, but overwriting everything was an acute ache of arousal deep in the pit of my stomach. God help me, I thought I might be about to come.
“Yes!”
Ryker wasn’t smirking anymore, he was staring at the apex of my thighs, and his face was the empty one.
He knew; they both knew exactly what I was feeling.
Ethan’s dark eyes took on a sadistic gleam. “Are you ready for my belt now?” he asked.
Resigned, I nodded and reached for the fastening on my clothes.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SHE DID TRY to take off her clothes, but her fingers were shaking so badly she didn’t stand a chance. I left her to it for a few minutes, letting Ryker sweat it out. The bastard didn’t deserve to put his hands on her, but I’d said he would do it if she didn’t, and I was a man of my word.
“Do you need Ryker to help you?” I asked.
She sent a baleful look Ryker’s way, dropped her fingers, and nodded.
Ryker fell into his default gentle, coaxing mode.
I toed off my boots, ripped off my shirt, and popped the top button on my pants before they strangled my cock. Belt still looped in my hand, I lounged back against the long bedroom couch and enjoyed the show.
He ate up her tears as he teased the clothes from her, sucking on her plump lips while his fingers played in her pussy. Ryker loved tears, and Lilly’s were flowing fast.
I was still pissed at his manipulation, even though I knew the kind of games he played. Still, I hadn’t expected him to start it in the fucking vehicle while he was supposed to be getting her to safety. That tipped me right over the edge; I’d badly wanted to keep squeezing when I had my hands around his throat.
As soon as her tits were free, he cupped them in his hands, pinching her nipples while swallowing her shocked cries. Her tear-filled eyes shot to me like she was expecting me to save her. I wasn’t going to save her…not from this anyway.
“I enjoy seeing his hands on you, Lilly,” I said. Seeing him touch her was a warped kind of torture. The possessive side of me hated Ryker’s hands on her, but there was also a dark eroticism. She looked so tiny and helpless in his arms. Watching them together was like watching an extension of myself.
They were both under my control, which brought a new facet to the addiction. Ryker was an Alpha, and now I was controlling him too. I felt god-like then, a master instructing the pieces on his board, moving them however he chose, giving pleasure or pain.
They would receive both generously. I was a magnanimous god.
Had Ryker not taken the initiative, I would have told him to do this. I wanted her hanging off the cliff of a denied release before I took my belt to her, and the higher, the better. Once I’d raised welts on her ass, I would make her come. Then I was going to fill her belly with cum while Ryker watched.
When I was done, I might let her suck him off. Or I might make him wait and deny the bastard access to her hot little mouth for a week. I was undecided about that part.
Either way, I was going to be beating his pretty face to a pulp.
Her amber eyes might be flashing murder at me, but her face, neck, and tits had flushed bright pink, and her nipples were engorged. His big hand tugged the dress farther down while he rolled her left nipple between his fingers and his thumb. Exposing half her ass, he grabbed a handful and squeezed, swallowing up her sweet mewling sounds.
Moving from her tits, he cupped her ass while kissing her pretty, damp cheeks. “Good girl, let me help you out,” he murmured and sucked her plump lower lip between his teeth.
His fingers slid between the cheeks of her butt, his other hand tugging at the dress at her hip to drag it down another inch. She made a little squeal and jerked in his hold so I guessed he’d finally gotten his fingers in her pussy. “Hold still for me, babe. Let me help you get these little panties down.”
I swallowed. Ryker was a showman.
“That’s it, Lilly, turn around. That way, I can get your panties all the way off.” He pulled her back flush against his chest and turned her, so she was facing me. Her dress was hanging off her hips, but her little pink panties were still clinging to her pussy.
Her head was thrown back, and her eyes screwed shut. Ryker had wrapped his arms around her, holding her pussy lips open while he fingered the fuck out of her.
“If she comes you’re not getting your dick in her for a week,” I said in warning.
The little nonsense words poured out again.
“Hush,” he said, cupping his big hand around her throat and spreading the fingers of his other hand over her lower abdomen. “I might need to lay you on the bed while I get the last of the clothes off. Your little pussy is so wet, your panties are stuck.”
She whimpered. I bit back a groan.
He got her over the bed and didn’t even try to pretend he was undressing her anymore. He stripped the last of her clothes in seconds and buried his face between her legs. Her lips popped open on a breathy sigh and her back arched off the bed.
“Enough!”
Thank fuck he stopped, or I might have killed him with my bare hands. His glazed eyes shifted to me, and he grinned. “Sorry. Got carried away.”
Rising, I jerked my thumb at him. He got off his knees.
Splayed out over the bottom half of the bed, her whole body was flushed, and her open pussy lips were glistening. Lips trembling and chest rising and falling unsteadily, her amber eyes implored me not to do this.
“Turn her over and hold her down.”
Ryker’s face did that emptying thing it sometimes did. It was like curtains had closed on a human, leaving a raw animal inside. There was no more soft coaxing, he turned her over. Impervious to her protests, he got her ass into position over the side of the bed, turned her face to the side and gathered both her hands. She wriggled—he gripped tighter. “We still haven’t gotten any restraints,” he said.
“We don’t need them,” I replied.
Silent tears trickled down her cheeks. But this needed to happen.
At the first lick of the belt, she screamed, and her back arched like a bow. The second was closer to a howl. She thr
ashed, crying, kicking and straining against Ryker’s hold. By the time the tenth blow had landed, she was a writhing, tormented mess of broken tears, ratty hair and snot.
Dropping the belt, I sat on the edge of the bed and gathered her up. Nudging my head at Ryker to get a cloth. She fought against me briefly, then fell forward, sobbing as I let the soothing rumble emanate from my chest. Taking the cloth from Ryker, I wiped her face, tossing it to the floor when I was done.
I held her close and told her it was over. She clung to me, fidgeting, and sniffling, while Ryker stood watching from a few feet away, clenching and unclenching his fists. His face was a picture of cold, predatory intensity that could only belong to a psychopath. He was probably upset because I had taken his favorite toy away.
He became agitated seeing her press urgent little kisses against my chest and throat. I stared at him, he stared at me. Lilly kissed and clung with greater desperation when I didn’t react—she always got needy after I spanked her, but this was off the charts. And I might have been enjoying the way it was pissing Ryker off.
“I need to taste her,” he said. “I did this. Let me show her that I’m sorry.”
She turned into me, clearly unhappy about his suggestion.
His eyes glistened, but they were not wholly dead. In his own way, I thought he might even be sorry. I nodded and lifting her, laid her down over the bottom of the bed. He knelt in front of her.
She jumped when his hand touched her knees. “Hush. Let me show you how sorry I am.” He coaxed her legs open.
Brushing her hair from her face, I lowered my mouth to her ear, and said, “Good girl.”
Her breath hitched as I plucked gently on her nipple.
His hands skimmed up her thighs until they reached the apex. “Fuck she’s dripping.”
My dick was thudding behind my zipper. The smell of her arousal was as heady as Ryker’s verbal acknowledgment. She was aroused, confused, in pain—and flushed.
A shiver wracked her body as his head bent, and he took the first lick. Rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb, I kept my lips close to her ear, whispering how beautiful she was spread open for us, how pleased I was with her, and how she was forgiven.
Between her legs, Ryker feasted greedily, licking and growling as I detailed all the wicked things I would do to her as soon as she came.
She splintered; turning rigid before a beautiful cry of pleasure spilled from her lips.
Ryker continued to lap noisily while my lips brushed feather-light kisses along her throat until I reached the delicate patch of skin.
“Please,” she whispered.
I bit down, and hot blood poured out, hitting my stomach like molten adrenaline juice.
She screamed, unraveling again. Gasping and convulsing in my arms.
Ryker growled, a primitive sound of conquest.
Lifting my head, I growled in warning when Ryker appeared intent upon another round.
He rocked back, eyes dark and intent.
I took her into my arms, turning her until she was straddling me.
Her mouth found mine, and her fingers tugged at my hair. She was wild and uncontrollable. Her tiny body pressed in tight, soft, and eager—until I gripped a handful of her ass.
Her squeal spiked my arousal. I could feel the heat through the palm of my hand, and I fisted a handful of her hair and swallowed her cries while grinding her wet pussy against the straining ridge of my cock.
Her mouth opened for me, and other than the initial shock of my hand on her welted bottom, she submitted sweetly to my touch. I became high on her blood and her submission. Couldn’t get enough of the breathy sounds and those tiny hands petting and tugging impatiently. I liked this about her, the way her passion rose as high as mine, no matter what I did. The moment was sublime; she offered the quintessence of balance between Alpha and Omega. Her fire was perfect, heady, and I wanted all of it, wanted to devour her soul.
How could something so fragile be so strong?
Dragging her close, I lowered my mouth over the tip of her breast, taking the nipple and half the plump globe, and sucking deeply while palming her ass.
Her body writhed against mine, encouraging, and seeking more. My tongue swirled circles around her nipple before I nibbled and sucked on the plump flesh of her tit. Then I scraped my coarse stubble back and forth until she whimpered and begged for more.
I indulged her every wish. Playing with her nipples using my fingers, mouth, and teeth until I could feel her pussy juice trickling over my abs.
I didn’t spare a glance for Ryker still kneeling on the floor as I turned and tossed her into the center of the bed. Ripping my pants off, I fisted my swollen cock, pumping it in my hand as I crawled over her.
“Stay there,” I said when she made to grab my dick. “If I want you to do something, I’ll let you know.”
She growled at me, the little minx.
“Keep pushing, Princess, and you’re going to bite off more than you can chew. Now, turn the fuck over. I want to admire the welts on your well-disciplined ass while I fuck you.”
She turned over instantly, head low, back arched to present her ass in the perfect Omega submission pose. Her thighs glistened with her slick, and the scent permeated the air. I cupped her ass, and she hissed as my thumbs stroked gently over the blooming bruises. Her whimpers were a sweet kind of encouragement. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock, and I gripped the root and wiped it over her abused ass, enjoying the way she trembled as she tried to hold herself still. “I like seeing my marks on you.”
The growl from behind reminded me Ryker was present. He might have enjoyed watching me take the belt to her, but not the reminder that they were my marks.
“This is going to get rough. She might need something to…fill her mouth while I fuck her.”
Her head whipped around to face me, pupils blown to fuck. I’d never seen Ryker move so fast, ripping his clothes off while I locked gazes with Lilly.
His breath was a harsh saw as he sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. He didn’t try and touch her, and his fists were clenched at his sides. I could see the restraint was costing him.
I smirked. Ryker caught me smirking and leveled a glare my way.
I gave her ass a little tap to encourage her to get into position, and she crawled over the bed until her mouth hovered over his cock.
“Let me hold her hair. I need to see,” Ryker said gruffly.
I nodded, and he gently gathered her long hair back from her face.
“Take his cock. I want to see your head bobbing as you take him nice and deep into your throat.”
“Jesus!” Ryker muttered as she grasped hold of his shaft and plugged her mouth.
As I watched her head bob slowly up and down, I stroked my fingers through her wet folds. She twitched as I caught her clit, rolling it between my fingers, gripping her hip with my other hand to keep her still.
“Ah, fuck! What the fuck are you doing to her?” Ryker’s fingers grasped her hair like he was on the verge of ripping her off his cock.
I plunged my fingers into her wet pussy. She gagged as it shoved her onto Ryker’s dick. He growled his approval.
My head was buzzing as I worked my fingers in and out, stretching her too tight hole, pulling out and wiping the slick over her clit, then repeating again. Once my fingers were thoroughly coated in her slick, I forced two of them into her ass.
I drove her forward as I did, and her scream was muffled by a mouthful of cock.
“Fuck! Some warning would be nice.”
I didn’t acknowledge Ryker’s words, I was deep into the control. Her garbled squeals and groans as I reamed her tight asshole was a special kind of music. I’d been avoiding this little puckered entrance because once I started it would be hard to stop. I was going to get my dick in here eventually…but not today.
I didn’t have the restraint to wait any longer. I eased my fingers from her ass, gripped her hips to still her, and thrust my cock deep int
o tight pussy heaven.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
Each powerful thrust drove Ryker’s cock deeper down her throat. The air was filled with the sweet scent of pheromones and slick, and a beautiful cacophony of sexual gratification: growls, snarls, groans, wet slaps, and squelching as I hammered her pussy, accompanied by her garbled choking as she fought for breath around Ryker’s cock.
I was the director. And they were the stars of my personal show.
My balls tightened, and I felt a deep imperative need to fill her with my cum. Reaching around, I strummed her swollen clit.
Her juice flooded over my cock, and rhythmic waves sucked the cum straight from my balls. Growling, my hips jerked erratically. Distantly I heard the gasping growls as Ryker’s cum filled her mouth. The tight convulsions of her pussy milked more and more of my cum from me until dots swam before my eyes and I thought I might pass out.
I ripped my cock from her tight sheath and held her still while I pumped the last hot splashes over her ass and lower back. I kept fucking coming, every time I thought I was spent another wave emerged.
When we all came down, I kicked Ryker out—properly out, not even the semi-privilege of the couch, and fucked her again.
It had been a long night, and although my mind still worried over Tsing’s games, the soft body draped over mine set the world to temporary right.
She wasn’t sleeping, either. I thought about ordering her to sleep, but I liked the way her fingers trailed over my chest.
“What happened to your eye?” she asked.
“Ryker,” I replied.
“Oh,” she said. It had the tone of someone confused. “I don’t understand why he would hit you. I thought you might be the angry one.”
“I was. I had my hands wrapped around his throat at the time.” She didn’t need to know how pleasant the thought of squeezing the life out of him had been.
Her fingers stilled. “I don’t want you to fight.”
I cupped her ass, enjoying her little hiss of displeasure. “Don’t worry about it. Neither of us is used to sharing. We’ll work it out.”