Mastered for Their Use (Ventori Masters Book 5)

by Ivy Barrett

  Oseth couldn’t see exactly what Urrya was doing, but she wiggled and tossed her head, making low needy sounds in between sharp breaths.

  “You do not have permission to come,” Urrya reminded sharply. “And you haven’t answered my question.”

  “Because he...” She took a deep breath and started over. “He shocked me because I ignored his question.”

  “Oseth, unbind her hair. I want it loose.”

  Happy to oblige, Oseth pulled the elastic band off the end of her braid and unraveled the thick strands, then spread the shiny mass across her back. His fingertips lingered against her skin, fascinated by the silken texture of her body.

  “Why did you ignore Azra’s question?” Urrya moved his hand out from between her thighs and casually stroked her upturned bottom. Her pussy folds were wet and slightly flushed. Her clit peeked out from between her folds, begging for attention. If Oseth licked the little nub or even brushed it with his fingers she’d come in a matter of seconds. But he knew Urrya’s mood, had seen it numerous times before. Poor Erin wouldn’t be coming for a very long time.

  “He said ‘masters,’ but neither you nor Oseth have insisted I call you that.”

  Urrya pushed his fingers back into her core, but he didn’t move them, just teased her with the fullness. “Your body doesn’t seem to mind being mastered. Why do you find the term so objectionable?” He pulled his fingers nearly out, then rammed them in hard enough to jostle her bottom.

  She gasped, then groaned. “I don’t want to be his slave, much less slave to all three of you.”

  He withdrew his fingers, pausing to lick her juices before continuing his questioning. “Do we have permission to touch you?”

  She nodded and sections of her hair slid forward, providing cover for her flushed face.

  “Do we have permission to fuck you?” When she nodded again, he reminded, “I also require verbal responses.”

  After a long pause, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Just so there is no misunderstanding. Does Azra have permission to fuck you?”

  She wiggled off his lap and knelt beside his chair, looking up at him. “It’s not about sex, Sir. I’m enjoying this... exploration. I don’t even mind being punished, but I don’t like being called slave.”

  Urrya brushed his knuckles down the side of her face, iridescent light streaking across his night-black eyes. “A true slave has no choice, no rights or opinions. Azra needs to control you while he fucks you. The thought that you want him, even care for him, enough to offer him unrestricted access to your body is like a drug to him, to us. While you’re under our control, we will not ask permission or listen to your protests. However, our link makes us empathic. We can feel what you feel and hears your thoughts. Your discipline will hurt, but we will never harm you, never give you more than you can handle. Do you believe that?”

  Her gaze darted to Azra, who stood a short distance away, but she looked back at Urrya before she said, “I know you won’t harm me.”

  It was close, but not conclusive. Urrya drove the point home. “What about Azra? Would he do anything that might cause you harm?”

  She sighed as she admitted, “No, Sir. Azra would never harm me.”

  “Then are you really a slave?”

  Azra’s gaze narrowed, but he kept his mouth shut. By law Azra owned her because he’d saved her life. Apparently he wanted her willing submission more than he feared her rejection. It would be a tiny step for most. For their stubborn podmate, it was real progress.

  “Answer me,” Urrya prompted.

  “It’s just a word. I’m not really a slave.”

  “Now comes the important part.” Urrya offered her a rare, warm smile. “I know this is intimidating, but I want you to be truthful. Will you willingly surrender complete control to Azra whenever he desires your body? Will you allow him to express his passion any way he desires, even if you find it frightening or distasteful?”

  She took a deep breath, then lifted her gaze to Azra as she said, “Yes, Master. I will willingly submit to whatever you need from me.”

  Azra’s eyes widened and his lips parted, but no sound came out. Had she actually shocked Azra into silence?

  “Good,” Urrya said cheerfully. “Because as soon as Oseth and I finish spanking you, Azra is going to fuck your virgin ass.”

  Oseth had to look away from Erin to keep from coming. Just the thought of Azra pushing his long, thick cock into her tight little hole nearly emptied his balls. He heard her mutter a protest as Urrya dragged her back across his lap. Oseth took a moment to regain control before he approached the chair where Urrya sat.

  “Don’t spank her too hard,” Azra told them. “I have another element I’d like to add to her punishment.”

  “Does it have something to do with the stimulator rings?”

  Oseth could hear the anticipation in Urrya’s deep voice. They’d both been careful with Erin last night, but Urrya could be every bit as ruthless as Azra.

  “I’ll spank her,” Oseth suggested, “then you two can play with her.”

  “Agreed,” the other two chorused.

  Oseth moved closer and firmly swatted her ass. The cheek jiggled and a faint pink handprint immediately appeared on her smooth white skin. Gods, that was hot! He slapped the other side and she squirmed helplessly. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

  “The sting is surprising.” She sounded hoarse and breathless. “But it’s the heat that drives me crazy.”

  He smacked her soundly again and again, loving her gasps and yelps, and the growing scent of her arousal. “Fuck her with your fingers. She’s enjoying this too much.”

  Grinning, Urrya slipped his hand between her thighs and fucked into her with two of his long fingers. “No coming,” he reminded. “You can squeeze as hard as you like, but I’ll feel the pleasure if you come.”

  Oseth continued the spanking, alternating sides. Her cheeks were soon nice and red, and seriously hot beneath his palm. He wanted to keep going, but he was also curious to see what tantalizing evil Azra had in mind. “You’re getting off easy, because this is only half of your punishment.” He looked at Azra and asked, “Where do you want her?”

  “Bound to my bed.”

  Apparently Urrya had no objection. He stood, flipping Erin over and into his arms as he went. They’d had dinner in the mansion, so it took a few minutes to reach Azra’s rooms in the castle. They all worked together to secure her spread-eagled on the bed.

  “Why do I have to be bound?” She tugged against the restraints, but her nipples were hard and her face was flushed. “I don’t like being this helpless.”

  “Liar,” Azra said in a soft, silky tone. “It unnerves you, but you love it.”

  She stared straight ahead, rebelliously avoiding his gaze.

  They each stood on the floor, Azra on her left, Urrya and Oseth on her right. Azra moved closer to her head as he said, “This game is simple, and can be quite fun, but it requires concentration.”

  Apparently intrigued, she slowly shifted her gaze back to his face. “Game? Are you done punishing me?”

  “You sound disappointed,” Azra said, his gaze moving boldly over her vulnerable body. She was spread before them, helpless, open, ready to surrender to their darkest needs. “The rings can deliver a variety of sensations. Are you still craving pain?”

  Before she could reply, Azra activated the stimulators and she cried out, twisting and bucking as the rings sent pulses of pain ricocheting through her body. Oseth cringed, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew exactly how that felt. When Oseth’s podmates invited him to join their encounters, his sexual horizons were broadened considerably. He was fascinated by the restraint systems and myriad pleasure aids used by the other males. But Azra and Urrya had insisted that he experience the effects of each device before he used them on a female.

  “Please, Master,” she yelled. “I need pleasure, not pain.” Immediately the pulses stopped and she collapsed against the bed. Tears t
rickled from the corners of her eyes and disappeared into her hair. “May I come? Please let me come.”

  “Not yet, sweet slave. Your other mates have spoiled you. You need to learn not to be so greedy.”

  She whimpered and her breasts swayed, drawing Oseth’s attention. He wanted to squeeze them, and suck on those pink nipples until she cried out his name.

  “Now, the rules are simple. We will take turns asking you questions and the stimulators will activate until you answer honestly.”

  “That’s not a game,” she objected. “It’s an inquisition.”

  “All right.” He clasped his hands behind his back as he stared down at her. “For each answer you provide, you may ask one question or request one action from the questioner.”

  “So basically Truth or Dare, with a side order of stimulation?”

  Oseth chuckled, but Azra and Urrya looked confused.

  “What happens if you don’t answer or comply with my request?” Little by little the tension melted from her body and heat began to smolder in her gaze. She became less resistant to demands whenever they offered something in return. He’d have to remember that and maybe point it out to the others.

  “We’re required to do one or the other,” Oseth proposed, sticking with rules she understood. “But we get to decide which, just like Truth or Dare.”

  “That works for me,” she said with a soft smile.

  Azra looked at him and said, “I thought you wanted Urrya and me to mete out this punishment.”

  “I did until you turned it into a game. I love games.”

  He looked a little annoyed, but said, “Fine, but I go first.”

  “It’s your night to be her first.” Oseth swept his arm toward the bed.

  * * *

  The stimulator rings vibrated around Erin’s nipples and clit. The sensation was just strong enough to make her squirm, but the spanking and Urrya’s casual touches already had her pussy aching to be filled.

  “Are you aroused or frightened by the idea of being fucked by all three of us at the same time?”

  She pressed her lips together and fought back a frustrated scream. The faster she answered, the faster this sensation would stop. “A little of both.”

  The vibration stopped for a moment, then started up again. “Elaborate.”

  Fuck! She shouted the word in her mind, not wanting to risk punishment.

  “We can hear your thoughts when you’re agitated,” Urrya told her. “Consider this a warning. You will not receive another.”

  “All three of you are really big,” she said. “I’m not sure my body can take all three of you at the same time.”

  “The human body is wonderfully adaptable. Are you willing to try?” Azra asked.

  She whipped her head from side to side. “That’s another question.”

  “Answer anyway.”

  Anything to stop the buzzing! “Part of me can’t wait and doesn’t even care if it hurts.”

  Azra chuckled. “I think part of you is hoping it hurts.”

  The infernal buzzing faded away and she sucked in a deep breath. She desperately wanted to rub her breasts and bring her thighs together. Not being allowed to come really sucked. “Can I please choose another form of punishment? This is worse than the spanking.”

  “Not until each of us has asked at least one question,” Azra told her. “It’s Urrya’s turn.”

  “Not true, Master,” she dared to say. “It’s mine. Would you like a question or an action?”

  His gaze narrowed as he considered his options. “Action.”

  Predictable. There wasn’t much she could ask him to do that he would find objectionable. His thoughts and emotions, and especially his past, on the other hand, he guarded like treasure. “I’ve seen my other two mates naked.” Were they still potential mates, or had her heart already made its choice? Damn. She hoped they hadn’t heard that thought. No one reacted, so she forced her wandering mind back to the present. “Please undress. I’d very much like to see all of you.”

  With mechanical nonchalance, Azra stripped off his clothes and stood before her naked. “Shall I turn around?”

  Heat crept over her cheeks, but her gaze traveled over Azra’s lean body with greedy thoroughness. She’d seen his upper body before and his pants were snug enough that she knew what to expect. Still, seeing his entire body bared for her enjoyment stirred a savage hunger deep inside her. Well-defined muscles shaped his entire body, but his chest and abs were exceptional. A shadowy pattern, like a watermark on stationery, appeared on his chest and shoulders. It took her a moment to realize it was a faint orvatta.

  “Why couldn’t I see your orvatta earlier?”

  “It only appears when I’m aroused or really angry,” Azra explained.

  “If it appears while you’re arguing, walk away!” Oseth advised.

  She smiled at Oseth, but wasn’t quite satisfied with the answer. “It certainly seemed like you were aroused this afternoon, yet I don’t remember seeing it.”

  “You spent a good deal of the time on your hands and knees,” Azra reminded. “The rest of the time you were concerned with other things. I assure you, neralla, it’s been visible most of the day.”

  There was that word again. Why wouldn’t he tell her what it meant?

  Refusing to be distracted by the tangent, she refocused her mind on the present. Azra was right. When she wasn’t facing the other direction, he’d insisted she look into his eyes. It was likely she’d missed the subtle markings. She had been extremely distracted. Rather than argue about something that didn’t matter, she continued her visual exploration of Azra. His lean hips and long legs only drew her attention to what hung between. His cock wasn’t even fully erect and he looked obscenely large, almost threatening. Or maybe it just looked that way because she knew where he intended to put it.

  She dragged her curious gaze back to his face. “I want to touch you so badly. Will you ever allow it?”

  “You’ll have to earn that privilege in another round. It’s Urrya’s turn to play.”

  The rings reactivated the pulses much stronger this time. She yelped and shuddered, instantly on the verge of orgasm. “Oh, God,” she cried. “What happens if I come? I’m not sure I can stop it.”

  “You will stop it if you want a cock anywhere but up your ass.” Urrya’s voice snapped with cold authority. The patient instructor who’d helped her adjust her perspective about sexual slavery was gone, and a ruthless master stood in his place.

  Erin shook, clenching her core muscles and ass cheeks as hard as she could. She squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her fists, driving her nails into the palms of her hands. “Hurry. Please, Sir, hurry.”

  “Breathe through the urgency,” Urrya directed, trailing one of his fingertips from the base of her throat to her navel. “You can control it.”

  But she didn’t want to. She wanted to come over and over until she was too weak to move. She needed their cocks slamming into her, stretching her holes until the pleasure made her scream. She wanted it fast, and hard, and savage, all three of them at once. They would take turns and explore combinations until she was so full of their cum that it scented her breath and ran out of her pussy and ass. When they’d finally finished using her, she’d curl up surrounded by their warm bodies and sleep peacefully in their arms. She wanted to belong to them and know that they belonged to her. She gritted her teeth and moaned out her misery. Why wouldn’t they let her come?

  “Are you close to accepting our claim, or do you just enjoy being fucked by us?”

  The accusation in Urrya’s tone shocked her. Forcing her eyes open, she whispered, “I’m very close, Sir, which scares me way more than anything Azra might do to me.”

  The stimulation stopped and her breath shuddered out. She wasn’t crying, but she was damn close. “This isn’t fun,” she sobbed, and a stray tear leaked out. “You said this would be fun.”

  “It is fun, for a punishment,” Azra pointed out. “It’s Oseth’s turn
.”

  “Not yet,” Urrya said. “It’s her turn to request something of me and I also choose action.”

  “Please kiss me, Sir. I want—” She didn’t need to finish. Urrya was there, one knee on the bed as he bent over her. He took her face between his hands and kissed her deeply, tenderly. She welcomed the shift in his attitude, desperately needing reassurance.

  Long moments later, he pulled away and gazed into her eyes. He didn’t smile, but his gaze was warm, the iridescent streaks of light almost continuous. “It’s Oseth’s turn,” he said softly as he stood and stepped back from the bed.

  She looked at Oseth and felt the faint ripple of telepathic communication. She could only hear their thoughts when they wanted her to, but she could sense when they spoke with each other. The rings began to vibrate, but the faint buzzing was barely discernable after the intensity Urrya had used. Still the ache between her legs increased, making her moan.

  Oseth looked into her eyes and smiled. “Would you like to come?”

  That was his question? “Yes. Please, Sir, yes!” The buzz became a rhythmic pulsing and her senses lit up like never before. She arched clear off the bed, tender butt cheeks clenched as pleasure blasted through her body. She cried out, shaking with the force of her climax, then moaning as the pressure released. Reality blurred and she floated for several seconds before strength melted out of her limbs and she collapsed against the mattress, dazed and breathless.

  “Better?” The voice was so passion thickened she had to open her eyes to see who spoke. Azra sat beside her on the bed, softly brushing the hair back from her face. Gentleness from Azra? A twisting combination of emotions surged in response to his unexpected tenderness. “We will always reward your honesty.” Then shocking her further, he leaned down and kissed her. His warm lips pressed firmly and his tongue immediately pushed into her mouth. Still, the intimacy was so welcome, she curled her tongue around his and shifted her head to a better angle. “Do you have something to request of Oseth, or shall I begin?”