Tamed for Their Use

by Ivy Barrett

  Tarlon chuckled, but watched her expectantly.

  “Can we at least go upstairs?” The blinds were closed, but this still felt odd. She’d always been a sex only in the bedroom sort of person. Until she met these two, of course.

  Her hands trembled a little as she unbuttoned her dress.

  “Are we even again, or did you fuck her while I was at work?”

  The question snapped her head around. “Oh, my God. You really are keeping score.”

  Tarlon smiled with his usual calm. “Just until the bonding, sweetheart. It really is important.”

  “My question remains,” Sintar pointed out. “Did you fuck her or not?” He didn’t sound jealous, just curious.

  “I ate her pussy, but my cock stayed in my pants.”

  “Good. I want to be there when you fuck her pussy for the first time.”

  Tarlon’s brow raised and challenge lit his eyes. “You want to watch and we both know it.”

  “Hells yes, I want to watch. Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Not at all.”

  Nikki watched the exchange torn between arousal and annoyance. They were talking about her as if she weren’t standing there. So why did she feel all hot and tingly?

  Sintar looked at her and scowled. “You’re still dressed.”

  “Sorry.” She finished with the buttons and wiggled out of the dress. As usual, she was the only naked person in the room.

  She knew better than bringing it up. Tarlon might let her get away with it when they were alone, but Sintar would spank her for asking. Which made her tempted to ask the question.

  Before she could decide, Sintar glanced around the room then shook his head. “This will never work. Let’s go upstairs.”

  Shaking her head, she turned toward the staircase. He was like a stubborn cat. Everything had to be his idea.

  “Did you greet the others, like I told you to?” he asked as she started up the flight.

  Was he hoping for a reason to punish her? “Yes. We took them on a tour of the building and even fed them milk and cookies.”

  “Milk and cookies? They are potential mates, not children.”

  She shrugged, secretly hoping he’d take offense. “We thought it would be funny.”

  “The assignment was not meant to amuse. I was trying to make our newest guests feel welcome.”

  His voice grew so gruff that she glanced back at him. His gaze was firmly fixed on her bare behind. Oh, yeah, he was definitely fishing for a reason to spank her.

  “They are catty bitches.” She turned back around so he couldn’t catch her smiling. “They were lucky we showed up at all.”

  They reached the hallway at the top of the stairs and his hand closed around her upper arm. “Were you rude to these females?”

  She shrugged again, hiding behind the fall of her hair. “Not particularly.”

  “I asked you to be my representative, yet you clearly didn’t take the assignment seriously.”

  Tossing her hair out of her face, she made sure he saw her roll her eyes before she twisted out of his hold. “It’s no big deal. They’ll survive.”

  He grabbed her again, his grip much firmer this time. “I will say what is or is not a ‘big deal.’”

  She glanced at Tarlon as Sintar dragged her briskly down the hall. Their gazes connected and he offered a knowing smile. He clearly understood what she was doing. It was likely Sintar did too, but he was fully immersed in his disciplinarian role.

  The question was, why was she encouraging this behavior?

  She always tried to be honest with herself, so she quickly analyzed her motivation. Once he started the spanking he’d likely control the rest of the evening and she’d have little time to think. She was curious. He’d made her come by spanking her pussy. She wanted to see if it would happen again. But it was more complicated than a need for physical gratification. Their rough treatment, even what Tarlon had done to her, stirred something dark and needy inside her. Part of her ached for the intensity, the release, only found through a certain amount of pain.

  “Bend over the bed and spread your legs wide. I want to watch my cum trickle out of your cunt while I spank your naughty ass.” His graphic descriptions were like everything else; they fed the darkness locked inside her.

  She bent over the bed, bracing herself with her forearms. Her legs were unbent, her feet wide apart, just like he’d directed.

  “So pretty.” He traced her slick crease then pushed his fingers into her pussy. “You’re so much fun to play with maybe we’ll do nothing but tease you for the rest of the night.”

  “Speak for yourself,” Tarlon snapped, sounding mostly playful. “I haven’t even fucked her yet.”

  “Good point.” Sintar pulled his fingers out and slapped each butt cheek once before asking, “Why are you being punished?”

  “Because you asked me to welcome some women who didn’t deserve it.”

  His tone changed, losing most of the autocratic snap. “I thought they were your friends.”

  “We know each other, were trapped in the same horrible situation, but we were not friends. I don’t know if they expected us to ridicule them or what, but they were rude to us.”

  “Well, they are not the governor’s mate. I asked you to represent me.”

  “I’m sorry. I should have taken the task more seriously.”

  “Good, then do you deserve this spanking?”

  “Yes.” She did her best to sound angry, but the wait was driving her crazy. She wanted his firm hand spanking her bare butt and she wanted Tarlon’s cock thrusting into her and she wanted Sintar in her mouth—or in her ass—all at the same time. The unwanted interjection made her shiver. After last night, she might never allow that sort of sex again.

  Sintar began the spanking in earnest. His hand fell with deliberation and purpose, raining spanks on both cheeks equally. She’d tried not to tease, but it was hard. The spanking really hurt. And yet the slow, flowing heat intensified her arousal. She kept her chest up, wanting her breasts to swing.

  As if sensing her need, Tarlon was suddenly beside her, pinching her nipples and pulling hard on the tender nubs. How did he do that? He effortlessly knew exactly what she was thinking, feeling. It was almost as if—

  “Such a naughty girl.” His deep voice scattered her thoughts. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll scream.”

  Sintar’s next spank was significantly harder and she cried out. Clearly he liked Tarlon’s idea. He delivered several fast, hard spanks to each side then crawled on the bed. He knelt beside her but faced her reddened ass. “Do it,” he urged Tarlon. “Shove your cock in her hole.”

  She tensed. He meant her pussy, didn’t he? She looked over her shoulder as Tarlon took his place. His pants were bunched around his knees. As usual, he couldn’t be bothered to undress. He looked at her and smiled, easing her fears. Then he aimed his cock at her core and filled her with one hard thrust.

  She groaned as his tip hit her cervix. She gasped. She’d known he was long, but damn. That had never happened before. Maybe it was the position.

  It was her last coherent thought. He grasped her hips and went at her like a jackhammer. She braced with her arms and tilted her hips, offering him her pussy for his use, for his pleasure.

  Sintar lightly squeezed her cheeks, spreading the fire and renewing the sting. She tightened her inner muscles and let herself float, safe and utterly free.

  “Oh, fuck. I’m not going to last,” Tarlon lamented. “She feels too damn good.”

  Sintar chuckled. “I know the feeling. She’s amazing.”

  Nikki smiled, pleased by the strange sort of praise. Tarlon’s cock worked her hard and Sintar’s hands kept the fire blazing in her ass. Then she felt a finger nudge her anus and her eyes flew open wide.

  “I don’t want—”

  “What you want doesn’t matter,” Sintar said harshly. “I want to finger-fuck your ass.”

  She bit her lip. Not again. He was going to fo
rce his will on her in the most demeaning way possible. But he didn’t thrust inside, like she expected him to. He circled and caressed, drawing liquid from her pussy up to her other opening.

  “Your body belongs to us, Nichole.” His voice was stern but gentler, even a bit reassuring. “Trust me. Trust us. But submit to our will.”

  Unable to speak, she nodded.

  He eased just inside, allowing her to feel the intrusion without forcing her to stretch. “Surrender,” he coaxed. “Let me in.”

  She needed to relax, to submit even this to him.

  Blowing her breath out slowly, she relaxed and he slid a little deeper.

  “Good girl.”

  Tarlon’s hips had slowed. He was obviously watching the show, enjoying her training as much as Sintar. Tarlon drove deep slowly, and so did Sintar. They filled both passages at exactly the same speed.

  She groaned, gritting her teeth against the pleasure. This is what it would feel like if they fucked her together. Well, there would be a lot more of one of them, but it gave her the general idea. She was doing it again. Thinking rather than feeling.

  She closed her eyes and concentrated on the smooth slide of her mates in both her passages.

  With his finger still in her ass, Sintar lifted her torso and scooted under her. His cock was exposed, clearly waiting for her attention. But he hadn’t told her to take him into her mouth.

  “Suck me, baby. And use your hand. This angle is sort of tricky.”

  He refused to scoot any farther back, obviously wanted to continue finger-fucking her bottom. She arched her back and lowered her head, able to take almost half of him inside her mouth. She stroked the base of his shaft while she licked and sucked on the top half.

  Tarlon’s rhythm sped again, so she used every trick she knew, wanting them all to come together. Sintar moved his finger in time to Tarlon’s thrusts, so she did the same with her bobbing head. They were one, synchronized and tangled in a web of blissful pleasure.

  All too soon, Tarlon’s hands tightened on her hips and he thrust in deep one last time. The hot, rhythmic splash of his seed triggered her orgasm. She cried out around Sintar’s cock and her core and ass tightened in rippling spasms. Sintar came a moment later, filling her mouth with cum. She swallowed and swallowed, shocked by the sheer amount. Both of them had come deep in her mouth before and it all slipped down without her fully experiencing it. She groaned in feral pleasure, tingling aftershocks echoing through her system.

  Sintar stroked her hair back from her face and eased her head up. “Such a good girl.” Despite his semi-patronizing words, his gaze caressed her. She felt warm and sleepy, ridiculously content.

  “That was…” She searched for a new adjective and failed. “It’s always amazing.”

  Tarlon slowly drew out and she crawled onto the bed, snuggling against Sintar’s warm chest. Her hand stroked across smooth flesh and flared orvatta. She gasped, suddenly realizing he was naked. “How did you undress with your finger—never mind. This is so nice.”

  Tarlon pulled the covers down then quickly shed his uniform. They crawled under the covers together, all three gloriously naked. They kissed and cuddled, and for the first time Nikki allowed herself to imagine a future spent between these two remarkable males.

  * * *

  They quickly fell into a pleasant routine. Tarlon was called away on some sort of emergency, so Nikki spent the next night alone with Sintar. He was more relaxed and less aggressive, yet still found a reason to spank her before he fucked her senseless.

  Tarlon returned for the next night and Nikki admitted, at least to herself, that she liked it best when they were all together.

  By the third morning since they became lovers, her fifth morning at Camp Accord, she was used to Sintar being gone when she woke up and sharing breakfast with Tarlon.

  “What’s on your agenda for today?” she asked as he handed her a steaming mug of coffee.

  “After you’ve eaten,” he said pointedly, “we’ll fly to El Paso and drop in on Dr. Narrn.”

  She tensed. She’d known this was coming, but she wasn’t looking forward to it. “I don’t think I’m ready for this. First of all, I’m a terrible liar. They won’t believe anything I tell them.”

  “Then don’t tell them anything. Just look at me like you want to fuck me and I’ll do all the talking.”

  She laughed. “I think I can manage that.”

  Tarlon stubbornly scrambled a couple of eggs, browbeating her into eating them.

  “I thought you didn’t know how to cook?” she asked in between forkfuls of fluffy eggs. “These are delicious.”

  “I’ve spent more time on Earth than—”

  “You’ve been to Earth before. I knew it!” She set down her fork. He knew human customs too well for this to have been his first visit. She was glad he finally admitted it. Now she could bombard him with questions. “When? How? You sure as hell don’t look human.”

  He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. He sat across from her, sunlight warming his handsome face. “If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you. Isn’t that how spies get out of spilling trade secrets?”

  “But we’re partners now, at least for this one mission.” She quickly took a sip of coffee. “You can spill a secret or two.”

  “We have a device that overlays our natural appearance with a holographic image. It’s quite convincing when used correctly.”

  “But what if someone touches you? Does that disrupt the hologram?”

  “To an extent, but most beings see what they expect to see. I’ve never had a problem with it.”

  “And this was before the Skarilians attacked us?”

  He nodded.

  “Wow.” She shook her head. The Skarilians hadn’t been the first aliens to visit Earth. “How many times were you here? Why did you come?”

  “Let’s get moving. We can talk about this on the shuttle.”

  She sat beside him on the shuttle rather than in one of the inward-facing seats, which offered her a new perspective. She watched the ruined city of Glenwood Springs fly by, then the majestic mountains surrounding the tiny settlement. “How long will it take to reach El Paso?”

  “About an hour.” His hands glided through the control matrix, creating colorful patterns with each gesture.

  “So back to your missions to Earth,” she prompted. “We are technological infants compared to you. What drew you here?”

  “Fleeing fugitives. Humans look similar to numerous species and your lack of biometric security means it’s still possible to hide out on your planet.”

  “Then you’re not just a spy. You’re a bounty hunter.”

  He looked at her and flashed a distracted smile, but didn’t elaborate. He became whatever the Protectorate needed him to be. She was just starting to understand what that meant.

  Holographic displays fanned out around him, casting reddish light across his face. By human standards, he was a very attractive male. Had Ventori females found him handsome? She had no idea how old he was, but he’d been in the military when the Skarilians decimated Ventori. Had he lost a mate? The possibility was too sad to even consider.

  But thoughts of a possible mate drew her wandering mind back to the choice awaiting her. Their sexual chemistry was incendiary, but what happened when bonding fever faded? She liked Tarlon, enjoyed spending time with him. Still, Ventori expectations of females were so different than how she’d pictured her life. Amanda and Jessica seemed to have adapted with remarkable ease. Could she do the same? Did she really want to try? The past few days had been wonderful, but could they keep it up for a lifetime? Her longest relationship had lasted twenty-two months.

  Slow-flowing desire washed over her. Each time they touched her they affected more than just her body. Her emotions, her very being, responded to their possession. She loved the way they wanted her, needed her. It made her feel powerful, even as she submitted to their harshest demands.

  “Can we…” She dragged her gaze a
way from his sculpted profile, unable to complete the request. It wasn’t her place to instigate sex.

  He finished whatever he was doing, then turned his chair so he faced her. “Can we what?”

  She tried to look away, but he tangled his hand in the back of her hair, tightening his fist just enough to warn her.

  “Don’t be afraid to tell us what you want. There is no shame in anything we do.”

  “I thought I was supposed to wait for you to want me,” she admitted.

  He chuckled. “I never stop wanting you, and I’m thrilled that you want me enough to indicate your desire.”

  She sighed, but his lightest touch made her skin tingle. “I don’t think Sintar would like it.”

  “I’m not Sintar.”

  “I know.” She licked her lips. “Shouldn’t we wait until we get back so he can join us? Won’t this make the bonding uneven?”

  “By my count, he’s one ahead.” He kissed her, a slow, sensual tangling of lips and tongues. “Finish the sentence, Nikki. Can we what?”

  She thought this was Sintar’s game, making her say naughty things. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. It was less jarring when she used a softer voice.

  “And I want to lick your pussy first. My brother has been damn selfish about the pussy licking. I’m dying for another nice long taste of you.”

  The next hour passed in a blur of shared pleasures. He made her come three times with his mouth before he finally gave her his cock to ride. She was thrilled to control the rhythm for a change and tried to make it last as long as possible.

  As soon as she caught her breath from their first go-round, he bent her over the nearest seat and took her from behind. “Now I’m one ahead again.”

  She laughed, no longer annoyed by their scorekeeping.

  They were only ten minutes from El Paso by the time she redressed and tried to tame her hair. “They’re going to know what we were doing.” She shook her head, but suddenly realized she didn’t care.

  “I’m in rut, sweetheart. It would have seemed damn suspicious if you didn’t walk in there reeking of cum.”

  “Oh, my God.” She shivered. “Is it really that bad?” She sniffed, but smelled only the faintest hint of musk. She had actually been more concerned that her deodorant had given out.