by Layna Snow
Then it started.
The sound reached her before the pain. The sting was sharp, and she tensed. It wasn’t really painful, just surprising.
He didn’t use all his muscle, didn’t hit her as he had hit some of those Demons during the fight.
Maybe this wasn’t for pain. “One,” he said, rubbing his hand against the fleshy area he had slapped. And she could feel the heat of the smack radiate inward. It actually felt... kind of nice.
The pain made her feel, made her stop thinking.
It focused her mind on his hands, on her butt.
And the heat! It was tingly, warm. Surprisingly enticing.
Another slap hit another part of her butt, followed by the same routine of the first one. His rough hands were so close to her core. The long fingers grazing her thigh as he rubbed the heat in, as he soothed the strongest of the stinging.
This continued, the heat moving into her bones, moving into her nether regions and making her clit swell.
She was shocked that by the 8th one that she was so wet. That her core ached. That her body was so ready.
She throbbed in time with the slaps. No longer jerking away, but towards. She felt wetness coat her, so much that she’d be embarrassed, but there was no room for anything else in her mind.
Nothing but the pleasure and the need for more. For him to touch more.
“Nine,” Adrian counted before laying the last slap back where the first one was, “Ten.”
That was the end? She didn’t want it to stop.
She needed his hands all over her. Needed that heat deep inside where she craved him.
Where she craved them.
Mind awash with lust, Sophie pushed her hips back, begging. Needing him to stroke her. Needing him inside of her.
Now!
“Good.” Thane said, approvingly, as he leaned down to kiss her back.
She felt her pride swell.
She had made him proud of her, made him happy.
They didn’t hurt her. And she loved every second.
She could take this, she could make this work.
But these men seemed to approve of her, at least Thane did.
“You did so well, baby. You took that so good. If I check, will I find you wet?” Oh, sweet-heaven. She didn’t want Adrian to check.
She shouldn’t be wet from this. It wasn’t normal. Good girls didn’t get turned on by being hit! It was a little too kinky. Wasn’t it? “You don’t have to tell me. I’d prefer to see for myself.”
And he did. His hand unerringly found her wet heat. “So moist for us. You liked that, huh? Such a sweet sub. I knew you’d be like this.” His hand didn’t move away, instead it slid along her flesh, his finger finding the hard nub of her clitoris.
The jolt was sharp and electric, causing her to jump, to grip Thanes hand tighter.
Oh gosh! She needed. She craved.
More touches.
Anything.
“That’s right. So sensitive. I’m sure you’ll be so wet and hot, squeezing my cock. You want to be filled, don’t you? You want a hard cock in your sweet little pussy. And I think that Thanatos would like to be the first to take you, since I got to taste your pussy and you already sucked me off. I’m going to unbuckle your legs, and you’re going to do what I say, right?”
His words made her burn more. Made her insides melt like liquid.
Thane. Yes, she wanted him inside of her. More than anything.
She needed it.
Her insides clenched on nothing. Her whole body shaking with it.
At her nod, he moved his hand from her body to undo her ankles. Once that was done, he directed her to put her knees up on the ‘seats’ that she had misidentified before.
This wasn’t a bench, but some kind of sex-play device.
It held her knees apart, left her straddling the bench with her butt sticking up in the air.
“Now stay there.” Adrian said, and stepping away from her.
At least she thought the he stepped away from her. Thane certainly did, letting go of her fingers.
Then hands petted her ass. “I know, Thane, it’s a beautiful color, isn’t it?” Only a grunt responded. “I have a unique replacement for the radio.”
And what was that?
But she didn’t have to wait too long to find out.
Adrian entered into her line of vision and unclasped her right hand, the one closest to him.
She could see how the spanking affected him. He was hard once again. As turned on as she was, and that only made her hotter.
And boy was that a sight!
She loved looking at his dick. He was long, full and she remembered the feel of him in her mouth.
Soph couldn’t help but lick her lips at the memory. Whoever thought that someone would taste that good? All salty skin and man.
“You’re going to give me a hand-job. When you release me, then I’ll know to stop Thane.”
Thane didn’t play, he simply prodded her opening with the blunt head of his penis.
He was hot. So hot.
He was large—huge—as he pressed into her wetness.
She was ready. Aching, and liquid for him. But still, it was a tight fit.
She felt her body stretching.
It hurt a little, left her uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to receiving a man that big. But he waited for her body to adjust.
“Tight,” he ground out.
Gosh! She wanted to writhe against him, but couldn’t move her body. Not with his massive hand on her back, or with her body in this position.
At the same time, Adrian pulled her hand to his dick.
She acted on autopilot. She wasn’t even sure that she was moving her hand, she was so focused on Thane’s invasion of her body.
He didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate, just kept pushing into her body, forging a path for himself until he was finally, fully in her. He was impossibly deep, and she felt that if she took a deep breath, there would be no room for him anymore.
He gripped her hips, holding her there as he slowly pulled out again.
The head scraped every nerve ending. Rubbed at every pleasure spot inside her.
He took her over, and remade her from the inside out.
Her muscles gripped him, trying to hold him inside.
Her every thought focused on the tight, wonderful feel.
“Come on, focus on me, baby. Don’t get distracted by Thane’s monstrous cock. You have a job to do.” Adrian said, before laughing at his pun.
She barely caught it. There was already too much to focus on.
Again, Thane pushed in.
Her nerves inside blazed, the pleasure swarming over her, overtaking her.
She was ramping up, so close to her own release. An orgasm that she could tell would be huge. Bigger than she had ever had before.
She never thought sex was all that great, never really bothered to touch herself because it made her self-conscious. But this was something entirely different.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She mouthed, blood rushing through her ears. Her own heartbeat was all that she could hear.
Thane continued to take her, over and over.
Soph did her best to please Adrian at the same time. The younger man was quite vocal about what he liked, what he wanted, often instructing her.
It was so good.
Too good.
Not enough.
Too much.
Sophie’s body bowed up, back, any way to try to get more. To try to push over the edge.
Thane hit a spot inside of her.
A spot just right.
As the crest of her orgasm was almost upon her, Thane drew out.
She would have yelled, cried out in anger. She wanted to finish! She might have sworn, but no sound came out.
Sin just laughed, running his hand through her hair. “You were close to orgasming. Weren’t you? We didn’t tell you that you could do that. You aren’t going to release until one of us tells you that you can.�
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They’re going to tell me I can’t come?
She glared at Sin, hating and loving the mischievous grin on his face.
But she wasn’t in control. She couldn’t make herself orgasm. She could barely move.
So she’d have to play this game with them.
It took a few moments for her to calm down, and then as if sensing it, Thane pushed back into her. She’d never felt a penis inside her without a condom, and now that she was in less of a frenzy, she realized there was a problem.
She would have let go of Adrian’s dick if he hadn’t been holding her hand there. But she did loosen her grip and look up at him. As if sensing her problem, he held a hand up to Thane. Thane immediately halted. “It’s alright, baby. We’re Fallen Angels. We weren’t created with the ability to reproduce. We can’t get diseases either.” She nodded and gripped him again.
She’d take their word for it.
It made sense.
And to be honest, she was still so achy that her brain wasn’t working well.
She just wanted more. Wanted to orgasm. Wanted to feel them moving again.
Thane moved inside of her again.
Entering and pulling out, forcing her body to adjust each time. Making her come alive again.
She felt her mind haze. Her body burn. Her need so great that nothing else mattered.
It felt so good!
He pushed in harder, faster. And Soph used that as a guide for her hand.
Too focused to do much for Adrian.
Adrian swelled further, his hand tightening on hers before he came.
He shouted, holding her hand to him as he finished, covering her with his come. The hot brand on her side. On her skin.
IT was so good. A high. Making Adrian come. Pleasing him.
She was so close.
Her body tight as a bow string. On the edge. Ready to snap.
Then, finally, Thane growled, “Come.”
And as if that was all she needed, her body jerked, and rapture consumed her.
Her vision might have darkened, or she shut her eyes, she didn’t know. But her mind was swept away, leaving her body there, tied to the weird bench thingy.
And she felt free.
11
Thanatos held himself up with muscles that he wasn’t sure would work for too much longer.
He was spent, fully and absolutely satisfied, the pleasure still zinging through his body as he felt her still clenching around him with her aftershocks.
He didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to leave the tight perfection of her, but he knew that he had to.
Aftercare.
It was one of the most important aspects of a Dom/sub relationship. It showed that she could trust him, and allowed them to take care of her. It was the thing that brought her down from her high, got her back to reality slowly and safely.
He knew all too well what a forceful push into life was like. When he Fell, he had been bombarded with so much, he felt like he was going to die.
In fact, he had wanted to die.
Death would have meant escape. But Adrian would not let him be released from the torture. For all Adrian’s moral and motivational faults, he had saved Thane, restored his sanity.
Thousands of years of actions had weighed on him. Millions of memories unleashing new emotional insight.
The death of his old partner, the shame and guilt of not being able to save her.
The relief that Adrian was created as a replacement.
Humans that he hadn’t saved, and terrors that he had witnessed.
And the reason for his Fall.
He hated Adrian in that moment right after the Fall. Hated that he had convinced Thanatos to sin. Hated himself for allowing it to happen. For disappointing God. For wasting his own future.
Thanatos didn’t know how long he was lost to the rampaging emotions in his head, he had no time reference while his mind and body fought him, but he knew it was long enough for his voice to be damaged beyond repair. His Angelic DNA could not fix the damage that he had caused himself.
It made his voice low, scratchy, not that he used it much. He really didn’t care about it.
He knew that he would never let something like that happen again. He would not let his emotions take control. He would not let his emotions influence him. They were not necessary to survival, and that is what he was going to do.
Survive.
He needed to be there to take care of Adrian. He needed to rid the world of evil. He needed to do what he was created to do and nothing more.
Even though he Fell, Thane would not shirk his duty.
The pleasure rocketing through his body mocked him. It pointed out his flaw.
No matter how unemotional he would like to be, he could never stop the feelings from happening. He could control his desire, but it was still there, would always influence him. If he abstained for too long it would constantly eat at his mind.
Sex released him from that, it pushed back the other emotions for a while and helped him stay sane.
BDSM helped him learn to control himself, learn to control the act of sex so that it didn’t overpower him. Strong emotions might release the tidal wave of feelings that he was holding back.
He needed to suppress them.
Even though he wanted to escape, to retreat into the safety of being alone, he couldn’t. Aftercare was essential.
He wanted to growl as he pulled out of her, however he repressed the noise.
He looked to Adrian to see him staring down at her with a ravenous look on his face. The man had to know that they could not take her again so soon.
She didn’t fully trust them. She had protested at being chained at first. They had to show her that it was alright.
Finally, his friend made eye contact and nodded.
Adrian knew that it was essential to care for their sub. He had rebelled at first, preferring play to care, but soon he learned to do his duty.
Thane made sure of that.
“Alright, hot-stuff. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Adrian said, his voice light and teasing. Thane knew that he could be charming if he wanted to be.
They had used that skill to their advantage in the past. He found them their sexual partners and lured Demons into traps.
Thanatos ignored her sigh and started to unchain her. Her body must be stiff, uncomfortable now that her needs were fulfilled. She needed to be relaxed, brought back down from sub-space and shown respect.
After she was released, he picked her up, her body limp, her eyes closed. He knew that she wasn’t sleeping. Her heart was beating too fast, her eyes moving behind her lids.
She needed to be washed, massaged, what the Dungeon Master at Exposure called pampering.
He carried her into the bathroom where Adrian was waiting, the bath filling. He was glad that they put in a separate tub. He never thought of the use for it before, but now he realized that Adrian had foreseen this.
The younger man had taken a lot of effort to design the cave to his exact specifications. Thane had not cared at the time, however Adrian had said that if he had to live in one place, then it was going to be the most comfortable and interesting place he could make.
“I think she’d taste good with citrus bath salts, don’t you Death?” Adrian asked, sprinkling some small crystals into the water.
Thane just grunted in response. He didn’t mind what scent she had, he would always be able to smell the spicy hint of arousal.
Sophia didn’t even move, although her breathing had evened out a little. It wouldn’t surprise him if she wasn’t even aware of what was happening.
Once Adrian got into the bath, Thane handed his bundle to the other man and watched as Sophia snuggled into the smaller man’s embrace.
It was comforting—no, that was an emotion!—to note that she liked them both. He liked to know that Adrian would take care of her if he was unable. It was good to know that you had a partner to watch over the things that are important.
It was often crucial in battle, and everything that was appropriate for battle was appropriate for life.
“I like all these curves pressed against me. I’m almost sorry that we have to wash you up.” Adrian said, his mouth close to the woman’s ear. He could see her shivered response.
Thane would have helped, but there wasn’t enough room in the bathtub. Instead, he sat on the side of the tub and watched as Adrian put soap on a cloth and ran it along her body. He started with her shoulders, and moved to her arms. Sophia was pliant, her eyes closed and her body loose.
Next the cloth skimmed over her breasts, paying special attention to her hardening nipples. The sensation must have been enough to wake her, because Sophie’s eyes shot open.
Instead of protesting, she arched her back into Adrian’s touch and flicked her eyes to Thane.
He held eye contact with her as he reached over and swept the hair from her face. He didn’t bother to analyze the reason. He didn’t know why he had the overwhelming urge to touch her. He didn’t want to know why he liked being near her so much. That would involve feelings, he was sure. He would not let emotions into his mind.
“Oh, is our sexy girl awake? Is she interested in a little bathtub sex?”
Adrian never understood aftercare.
It wasn’t supposed to lead into more sex. It was supposed to bring her mind out of the sexual scene and back into reality. They were supposed to show her that she would be looked after and treasured even when sex wasn’t involved.
Thane smacked Adrian’s shoulder in warning.
He needed to treat Sophia correctly. She deserved to be taken care of after what she gave them.
“Alright, no tub sex. This is not about that and blah blah blah.” Thane hoped that Sophia was still too out of it to be offended by Adrian’s words.
Thane ran his hand through her hair, gathering it to drape over Adrian’s shoulder. The hair was soft, so silky, the ends damp and curling slightly. It would need to be washed, he was sure. He was sure it would be appealing to have her smell like their soap.
“How are you feeling, Phie?” Adrian asked, his tone gentling at last. “Are you sore?” He ran the washcloth under the water and between her gently parted thighs.
Thane could feel the reaction her gasp caused, could see her lift her hips to Adrian’s hand. Adrian chuckled and Thane wanted to do the same.
