by Lee Savino
My lower lips throb at the barest touch.
“I need—”
“Hush. We will give you what you need.”
It was too much—the warriors staring at me, the deep desires of my heart, the pull of the moon. My pleasure came forth in a rush.
“I –” My words broke off with a cry.
My belly and lower back tensed. A great wave hit me, warmth spreading through me, lights flashing behind my eyes. My lower lips fluttered around my fingers, my channel aching with emptiness, longing to be filled.
“Good girl,” Brokk said. He’d seated himself closer. His eyes glowed. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel if his skin burned as hot as mine.
“By the end of the night, you will learn to ask permission before you take your pleasure,” Brokk told me. “Otherwise, you will be punished.”
In a haze, I nodded.
“Good.” He cleared his throat. “Now, touch yourself again.”
Brokk
“She likes you,” Leif said.
“She does not.” I leaned against the wall, watching Willow sleep. We had ordered her to climax over and over, watching her hands on the petals of her sex. We’d exhausted her.
After she fell asleep, both of us had walked to the edge of the wall and found our own release, gasping as we painted the stones with our seed.
“She trusts you, then,” Leif said. “She obeys your orders.”
“She grew up with strict rules. Some shackles are in the mind.”
“We must break them, then, and soon. At any moment, the Corpse King’s spies might find us, but we must bond with her before we return. Claim her before we present her to the pack.” Leif frowned.
“You are so sure she is ours? Maybe she is meant for another.” My heart hoped otherwise, of course, but it had betrayed me. The last time I’d loved a woman, it had ended in pain.
I’d barely gotten the words out before I slammed against the stone. Leif pushed his face close to mine, his fangs out, his body ready to Change into the beast.
“She is ours,” he snarled, his eyes glowing bright.
“Control,” I snapped. The order came from my mind. It held him rigid until the beast receded and Leif returned. He let me go. I was breathing hard from holding myself back from attack.
“Apologies, brother,” Leif panted. He waited for my tight nod before he walked away.
I sighed. My warrior brother had held out so long, his beast fighting for control. It would not do for him to lose it when we had our mate in our grasp. Leif was ruled by passion, but I’d learned long ago to guard myself from desire. I could not allow myself even the barest feeling, even though the little woman sleeping near me tugged at my heart.
Leif
Dawn had broken by the time I returned from the hunt.
We still had meat from the last kill, but until we got Willow to accept our claim, we would be glad not to have to leave to fetch food.
The musk of her arousal still hung over the keep, and the memory of her cries… I’d had to take my cock in hand twice since she’d climaxed under the full moon, and still it felt hard as stone.
I dropped the bundle of rabbits onto a stone for cleaning and glanced about.
“Where is she?” I asked Brokk.
“In the lake. I can hear her splashing—she will not go far.”
“You trust her more than I do.”
He gave me a sly look. “If she disobeys she will be punished.”
My cock pulsed in my breeches at that. Brokk acted stern, but I could read the eagerness he tried so hard to suppress. Let him pretend he had no feelings. He wanted the woman as much as I did. He clung to caution, but soon he would not be able to resist Willow’s charms.
I trotted down to the lake and stopped short. The woman stood in the water, a nymph waiting for me. Her dark hair covered her breasts, her eyes were closed, head tipped back. I paced the shore, taking in every angle, but it took me a moment to realize she had her hand between her legs.
“Lass.” My shout rang out and startled the birds on the shore.
She looked up with a start, and her climax took her. She shook, trying to hold it in, but couldn’t help her squeaks of surprise.
I grinned wide. She’d broken a rule. A good thing I’d come across her, or she might not have been caught—her orgasm had been so quiet. One day I would have fun teasing her, telling her to hold back, even as I forced her climax to burst forth. On that day, she would not be able to stifle her cries.
I raised my hand and beckoned.
She came and picked up her shift, her eyes downcast. She did not seem embarrassed at her nudity anymore. A good sign. Our little woman was a wanton, even though she was dismayed by it.
I caught her chin and tilted up. “What did Brokk tell you about taking your own pleasure?”
“He said I should not,” she muttered. I sensed her gathering for a fight. “I am supposed to wait for you.”
“Yes,” I said. “Your pleasure is for your mates to enjoy.”
Her hands curled into fists at her side. I half hoped she take a swing at me. Disciplining her would be sweet.
“I have just discovered how to give myself pleasure,” she said. “You will not take it from me.”
“When Brokk first told you to touch yourself, what did you feel?”
“Shame,” she bit out.
“And what you feel now?” She had snuck away and hid this from us. We could not let her fall back into the pattern she had at the abbey—hiding herself for fear she would not be accepted. Deep down, she wanted to be loved for who she was, lust and all. We would coax her out of her habit of fear and self-denial. “Well? What made you want to leave Brokk and I and touch yourself where you could not be seen?”
“Shame,” she whispered.
“When you’re with us, lass, you should only feel pleasure.” I couldn’t help tracing a drop of water down the slope of her breast. She shivered, and her scent grew needy.
I made her walk naked, clothes in her arms, in front of me back into the keep.
Brokk stood waiting, his arms crossed over his chest. “You tried to hide from us, Willow, when you promised not to.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Go to the wall.” He pointed. “Set your nose against it. Stand there and wait for us to decide your punishment.”
With a resigned glance at me, she did so. He approached her once to set a pelt around her shoulders and tuck her wet hair back so it would not cool her skin.
She rocked from foot to foot until Brokk gave a sharp order. “Be still.”
I sucked in a breath at his harsh tone. But, in the next few minutes, the keep filled with the musk of her arousal.
She responds well to your commands.
Brokk grunted. He didn’t smile, but a pleased look hovered in the corner of his mouth. Our woman would learn our rules, and she would thrive in them. When she felt comfortable with us, and embraced her life as a spaewife, we would allow her full freedom. By then, she would beg to remain our captive.
“Where are the leather ties?” he asked me then told me what else he wanted. Once we’d assembled what we needed, he called her back.
“Willow, come to me.” He dropped a pelt at his feet and pointed. “Kneel here.”
When she did, he leaned forward and touched her back until she arched it more then he nudged her knees wider apart until she sat gracefully displayed before him. His expression stayed stern and frightening, but Willow gazed up at him with large trusting eyes, waiting for his next command. My cock throbbed with jealousy.
Once Willow knelt the way he liked, Brokk rewarded her with a soft touch, palming her cheek.
“Soon we will return to the pack. You will accompany us. Wolves live by strict rules. There is an order, a hierarchy that keeps things running smoothly. The weaker always follows the stronger.” His finger followed one lock of dark hair down to where it curled over her breast. “And, right now, who is the weaker here?”
“I
am,” she said.
“So, who should you obey?”
“You.” Her gaze darted to me. “And Leif.”
Brokk cupped her chin, drawing her attention. “I know this is new, little one, but we will learn together. For now, these will help you.” He held up the bands of soft leather we had prepared. “Stand up,” he said. “Close your eyes.”
“What—” she started to ask, but he pinched her nipples so hard she gasped and took a step back.
I rose to my feet.
No, Leif. Brokk said without glancing at me.
Willow’s chest rose and fell and her eyes were larger than ever, but she stared at Brokk, entranced.
“You asked us to help you. Will you trust me?”
She gave a slight nod, but it was enough to relax me.
“Then, do as I command,” Brokk murmured.
I watched, fascinated, as she stepped back to where she had been and closed her eyes.
Brokk held out his hand, and I came forward with the rest of the soft leather ties. Together, we would bind our bride the way we wished.
The first leather strap wrapped under her breasts, the soft leather encircling her narrow rib cage. It crossed over and under and back again until she wore a harness that supported her breasts and lifted them to our gaze. Her nipples were small, tight pink buds on the beautiful pale orbs.
“Lovely,” Brokk murmured.
Willow let out a shuddering sigh.
“I smell your arousal,” I told her, running a finger down her back. “It pleases me.” Goose bumps rose on her bottom as I stroked it. “So smooth and soft.” I cupped between her legs, and she leaned into my touch, making a low noise in her throat.
Brokk cleared his throat. I stepped back, but not before I pinched her fleshy backside. It was the perfect size for my large hand to caress, or smack. More than anything, I wanted to mark the pale skin, make it red.
Brokk checked the straps wrapped around her naked torso and sat back on his heels. “What do you think, Leif?”
“She is lovely. A beautiful rose,” I declared, and my warrior brother almost rolled his eyes. Willow glowed, her cheeks pink. “So beautiful, especially when she obeys. Still, she defied our commands. We must uphold our vow to guide her. Punishment is in order, don’t you think?”
“Yes.” Brokk picked up more leather straps. “But, first, another binding. Widen your stance.” He touched Willow and helped her move her feet more than shoulder length apart. This time, the straps went around each leg, and wound around her hips over and over, making a harness to frame her mound. The final strips ran from the center of the hip brace, between her legs. The soft leather pressed right between her fleshy, lower lips, plump and shiny with her sticky arousal. Willow’s breathing picked up. Her hands curled into fists, her thighs tensing as Brokk brushed her sensitive area again and again.
“Put your hands on your head,” Brokk ordered, and she did. The position lifted her breasts beautifully.
When he finished, she had a harness about her hips as well as her chest, a makeshift belt that would both keep her from touching herself, and torment her. With every movement, the leather slid along her slit, growing dark and slippery.
“You may open your eyes and look if you wish,” Brokk said.
Her breath shortened as she studied the bindings. Her lips parted, but she did not take her hands from her head. She stayed restrained by the rope and our will. My cock felt so hard, it took all my control not to fall to my knees and spill on the ground.
I choked down a whine. Brokk kept a firm hold on his desires, testing the straps solemnly. Willow leaned towards him, hungry for touch.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I want to touch, but now I cannot.”
“This will remind you who owns you. Who cares for you and keeps you safe.”
Her shoulders relaxed.
“Now, lass.” I seated myself on a stone and beckon. “Come here. You’re in for punishment.”
I tugged at the leather bindings, making her breath catch. “Your mates are able to pleasure you, but you cannot. We will bind your hands if you do it again. Keep you hobbled all day.”
“Even when we are back with the pack?”
“Even then. For it is understood that a Berserker will train his mate any way he pleases. As long as he cherishes her and does not do her harm.”
Brokk gave a nod.
“Now.” I guided her over my legs, keeping her off-balance. With no trouble, I supported her little body, liking how her small fingers clutched at my legs. My hands cupped her bottom. The bindings left the rounded portion of her bottom bare.
“A hundred on each cheek sounds fair, right?”
Willow gave up a cry of protest, and Brokk laughed.
“Leif jests,” he assured her. “Although the next time you touch, we will not be so lenient.”
“I’ll spank her until her cheeks are pink as a rose.” I squeezed her bottom and swatted it, watching color rise to the surface. “It should not be long. Perhaps she will even enjoy it.” I put my hand between her legs. Sure enough, she grew wet, squirming. Every bit of her struggle would make the leather straps rub between her legs.
I increased the force of my slaps, covering every inch of her exposed buttocks. In no time, she cried out with every slap, but her cunt grew slick, the scent of her arousal rising in a thick miasma over her reddened bottom. When I stopped, she shook on the edge of a climax.
“Will you touch yourself without permission?”
“No, no,” she said.
I positioned her so her mound rubbed right against my knee.
She gasped. “Please, please. I will not touch. I will be good.”
“Do you need permission to climax?” Brokk squatted in front of her, moving her hair from her face. “Be honest.”
“I—” She hung her head. “I should not want this.”
“You are in heat,” he reminded. “You have needs. It is our job to see to them.”
“Then, yes.” She hung her head. “I want this.”
Brokk gave me a nod and I turned her over, cradling her on my lap. I hooked her legs outside of my knees. “Keep your legs spread,” I whispered, and nipped her earlobe. She melted into me.
“You did well for your first punishment. I hope to punish you many, many more times. I think you like it.”
“No,” she breathed. I put my hand between her legs. The leather felt slippery. “Did you just lie to me?” Pressing down, I rubbed, making the leather slide between her folds. “No,” she squealed before a moan stole her breath.
“Lying deserves more punishment,” Brokk said. “Here.” He came forward with two small ties and wound them about her nipples after he pinched them tight. “We require honesty at all times. This will help you remember.” Willow’s breath came in short pants. Her climax hovered close.
“And now for the final part of your punishment.” I smacked between her legs with enough force to jar her pussy. She stiffened but did not cry out. I did it again. This time, her breath left in a rush. She planted her feet and pushed up, trying to get as far away as she could. My arm banded around her middle, holding her against me. I ground her against my erection. Her soft bottom molded to it, and I moaned. “Soon, we will take you,” I told her in a harsh whisper. “We will not be able to hold back. But, now, you will come for us.” I swatted her again and cupped her puffy mound. It throbbed under my hand. With my palm, I rubbed her slippery flesh, grinding the straps deeper into the pink valley of her folds. I alternately tugged the straps and pressed on her aroused flesh.
Her body tensed, arching like a drawn bow.
“Take your pleasure.” My slick fingers pulled the straps so they lay alongside her sensitive nub, exposing the tiny piece of erect flesh. I slapped her cunt three times, until it was pink and needy. I thumbed the small erect bud, brushing it as carefully as I would a flower petal. Willow moaned, a sound between agony and ecstasy.
“Leif…”
I p
inched the tiny nub. “Now, lass.” A wail tore from her throat. Her legs tensed, her hips rocking, pulsing like her empty cunt as she came.
I wrapped her tight in my arms, almost crushing her. Holding her, holding in my own fierce desire, lest her cries break me apart. My cock had turned into a rock under her twitching ass. Her needy sounds went on and on. She twitched, sweat rolling between the straps crisscrossing her body. Her climax carried her so far, it would take a long time for her to come to herself. I would hold her as long as she needed. Forever, if that’s what it took.
“Shh, Willow.” Brokk hovered over her. He held a waterskin to her lips, and I cradled her as she drank. She was still groggy with pleasure, trusting us to hold her together until then. I felt satisfied. It had given me great pleasure to break her apart.
“How was that?” Brokk asked, setting down the waterskin.
She bobbed her head, still too overcome to speak.
Gold light gleamed in his eyes.
He rubbed himself through his leather pants. “Do you want to thank your captors for their kindness to you?”
She nodded again, frantically.
There it is, I sent to Brokk. The submission, the longing.
We must be careful not to take her when her mind is altered.
But I scoffed. She wants it. I set her on her knees.
“Are you sure, Willow?” Brokk came to stand in front of us.
“Please,” she choked out, reaching for him.
“Oh no.” I caught her hands behind her back and held them there. “Use only your mouth.”
She moaned again, and I nearly came at the sound.
Brokk took himself out, his cock as angry-looking and turgid as mine. “Just kisses,” he told her. “Be gentle.”
“No teeth,” I added.
Frantic little moans escaped her throat, the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. I teased her hair back as she kissed and licked Brokk’s cock.
“This is a gift,” he told her. “You are only allowed this once you please us.”
“I’ll give you a gift every morning and evening, lass.” I stroked her hair. “I am a generous man.”
