Wekniz held her down with one hand. The other unbuckled his belt. He pulled it free of his waist, sliding off pouches that held the things he liked to carry as he went. Tasha watched him do so, her blue-green eyes gleaming with delighted knowledge. So she thought she knew what he was up to, did she? He was about to surprise her.
He let go of her arms to put the belt in position. She had no time to figure it out before the belt circled about her neck and he closed the loop. The Nobek kept his fingers between the strap and her throat, making sure it wasn’t tight enough to choke. He locked down the buckle’s latch. There. She was collared and leashed, a perfect pet harnessed nice and proper.
Tasha gasped. Her mouth gaped open wide, and she breathed faster than ever as her fingers grabbed at the belt.
“Is it choking you at all?” Wekniz asked, just to be sure.
She shook her head, as if she wasn’t capable of speech. Her arousal scent grew even stronger. Her taste for restraint was as great as he’d hoped.
“Excellent. We will go to the sleeping room.” He stood and tugged carefully at the end of the strap when she didn’t move right away.
As if coming partly out of a dream, Tasha got to her feet. Nur’s shirt hung from her shoulders, the front ripped and shifting when she moved, allowing glimpses of her large, full breasts. She swayed a little, and Wekniz took her arm to steady her. After a moment, she stood balanced.
He started for the door, using the leash to lead her into the hallway and to the clan’s sleeping room. He went faster than needed, because he wanted her to trot after him, to show he was the master of the situation.
They reached the sleeping room. He led her to the foot of the mat so that they stood on a plush fur rug, made especially thick for kneeling. “Lights up three-quarters,” Wekniz ordered. He wanted to see her. Every delicious inch of that rounded body, every twitch of emotion on her face.
Tasha bit her lip. “Nur usually makes it dimmer in here,” she ventured.
“I’m not Nur. I have little use for romantic lighting. I want you on full display for my pleasure.” He waited to see her reaction to that.
Her eyes dilated. He could see the flutter of her pulse in her throat where the strap didn’t cover it. Would this strong and confident woman really let him have control?
“Clothes off.”
To his immense gratification, she wasted no time in shrugging off the torn shirt. She kicked her shoes off and her skirt slithered down her legs to be kicked aside as well. He admired how quickly she obeyed orders. He thought he might test her willingness though, to see how far the dichotomy of self-assured woman and compliant pet went.
“On your knees,” he ordered. “Stay there while I gather a few things.”
She dropped down immediately. Her face was level with his bulging crotch, which she stared at in rapt fascination. His cocks twitched to see such avid interest. It was difficult to turn away and fetch the items he wanted from the closet. He made sure he kept them hidden from her.
He walked around her, taking up the loose end of the belt again as he did so. She was exquisite, her body a sumptuous vision of hills and padded flesh, the kind of flesh a man could sink in with pleasure. Her fair skin with its sheen of sun-kissed gold was exotic. The pale mounds of her breasts excited him. The soft pelt over her pussy demanded to be stroked. The lush orbs of her ass needed to feel the iron of a man’s desire between them.
But for now, there was that plump, moist mouth.
Wekniz came around to stand before her again. He looped the strap around his fist once, drawing her up straight on her knees. The other hand gripped the waistband of his pants where the crotch seam began and pulled it open.
She’d made him hard enough to hurt when she’d gone into her eager tumult of touching and kissing him. His cocks damned near leaped out of his trousers the moment they were released.
“I think you know what to do,” he whispered to the woman at his feet. He used the belt to pull her close.
Her mouth encased him, sliding over his secondary shaft. Wet. Warm. Silken. The area between his cocks tightened, drawing inward hard.
He looped the belt again. His other fist gathered in her hair, holding the feathery tresses at the top of her head. He pulled her onto himself, immersing his throbbing cock in that sweetness. His hips rocked, each stroke deeper than the last until she slammed her palms against his thighs.
He paused, tilting her head back so that she looked up at him. Fuck, she was amazing with her lips wrapped around his dick. A surge of heat uncoiled through his secondary, burning a path towards its larger twin.
Down boy. She was not going to control him like that. Neither would his pricks. He was in charge here.
“My pace. My way. Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”
There was a flash in her eyes, a hint of stubbornness. Wekniz almost smiled at the thought. He tightened his grip on her hair, giving her a little taste of pain. He watched the momentary rebelliousness crumble, replaced by pleased acquiescence. Her hands slid from his thighs and floated to the small of her back.
“Better, pretty pet. The next time you think about not minding me, I’ll have to turn that ass of yours a bright red.”
A shiver ran through her body. So discipline was another trigger of hers. How very nice.
He began to fuck her mouth again, enjoying the sweet sensations racing from his dick to his spine. Now that he knew her limit, he tested it every few strokes. She tensed each time, but she didn’t fight him, trusting him to pull back before it got to be too much. Excellent. They were building trust with his favorite tool.
Or rather, his second favorite. It was time to give his aching primary a little bit of the heaven of her mouth.
Wekniz eased out, and she looked up at him questioningly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “Time for round two,” he told her, and there was a flicker of anticipation in her eyes. She opened her mouth wider for the thicker of the pair, her tongue peeking out.
He sank into that welcoming orifice with a sigh. Her tongue dancing over his smooth wet skin made him catch his breath. “That’s good. That’s just right,” he breathed.
She sucked, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. The feeling of his skin being drawn pulled a soft groan from him. “Wonderful.” He kept pumping as she worked to please him, her eyes closed and body now leaning forward. She didn’t retreat at all now when he tested her limits.
Tasha was doing so well. It would be a shame to stop now, especially when the thought of coming down her throat and feeling her work to swallow his seed was so damned tempting. His cocks thrummed hard with desire, telling him he wasn’t far from succumbing to that urge. But Wekniz wanted everything he could get of her. He may never get this opportunity again.
With real regret, he stepped back, gripping her hair to hold her still when she tried to cling. “All fours. Ass in the air towards me.”
She licked her lips and turned around. Crouching, she hunkered down on her elbows and knees. Her head turned towards him, wide eyes regarding him over her round shoulder.
“Eyes front. Or closed, if you prefer,” he said. “I don’t want you to know what’s coming.”
She swallowed and continued to look at him. He could well understand why. Looming over her, his scars gave his face a vicious cast. Even though he fought not to smile at the pretty picture she made with her milky globes wavering in the air, he was no doubt a formidable sight.
He still expected to be obeyed. “I see you require discipline. Fine, punishment and then pleasure. Now eyes forward or closed.”
Her respiration quickened. For a moment, Wekniz thought maybe she would get to her feet and leave him there with his dicks hanging out and pulsing painfully. Maybe discipline wasn’t on her menu after all.
Then Tasha slowly turned away. Her head sank down to be pillowed on her crossed arms, her trembling buttocks raising higher in offering.
* * * *
What is he going to do to me?
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br /> The question enticed and worried Tasha. Seeing that big, severe man stand over her made her feel the smallest, most helpless she ever had. He made no pretense of being able to overcome her if he so chose. It made her stomach churn the way it always did when she was her most excited. But he’d said punishment, and Tasha had no idea what that meant to a man like Wekniz.
His hot, raspy-calloused hand swept over her upturned ass. She jerked, coming up a little on her hands as if readying to run. His deep chuckle steadied her nerves enough for her to lower her head back on her arms.
“This naughty Earther should be nervous,” came that amused but threatening voice. “I could go easy on you this first time, but I’m inclined to make an example instead.”
Heat surged in her belly. Wetness flowed readily from her pussy in response. She heard him inhale. He knew she liked the position he had her in. Her face warmed in a mild wash of embarrassment. She was so obvious.
His hands grabbed her buttocks and kneaded them roughly. His movements were so strong, she nearly tumbled forward. Tasha braced herself as the harsh massage continued.
“When was the last time you were with Nur? Wasn’t it last night?” he asked.
“Has he been bragging?” Tasha made a face since Wekniz couldn’t see it.
“I could smell you on him when we went to bed last night. I could barely sleep for it, with your combined scents driving me crazy.”
She swallowed. “It was last night.”
“Then this needs to be prepared.” He stroked over her small hole. The light sensation was good and her butt bobbed higher in the air. That earned another of his chuckles.
“Thank you,” she choked, glad he wasn’t as brutal as he looked.
“After discipline.”
Tasha pulled in a sharp breath. “What are you—“
She didn’t get to finish before his hands stopped massaging her ass and a firm palm splashed over one cheek. She yelped and surged forward. She was brought up short when the strap still around her neck tightened.
Wekniz sounded amused again. “Are you all right? I suppose I should have warned you I had the end of the belt tucked between my knees.”
She gave a little cough as she backed up, lessening the tension. “I’m okay.”
“Good. I suggest you stay still for your spanking.”
Tasha groaned. His hand was like an oak board. She wasn’t going to sit straight for a week after this. The thought made her insides churn. Want spiked higher than ever.
That paddle of a hand snapped a meaty smack against her other cheek. It startled a little shriek from her, but she didn’t try to escape this time. She was in for it, no way to escape.
His hand slapped against her flesh. Tasha knew she was well padded, but it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Wekniz’s hand was fucking hard.
He also went about roasting her ass unhurriedly. He’d deliver a sharp smack that felt like dozens of thorns piercing. A moment would slip by during which the pain would dig deep into her skin. Just as it became a thudding pulse of ache, he’d land another swat somewhere else. He did this until her entire bottom was a stinging, thumping mass of hurt.
Tasha dug her fingers into the thick rug, mindful of the belt keeping her in place for punishment. She gasped loudly. Her ass rang with pain while her belly throbbed with excitement. She liked the position she was in. Hell, she loved it even with her butt fiery from firm attention. Maybe because of it. The heat of the spanking seemed to take up residence in her gut, making pleasure boil hot. She kept instinctively raising her ass to greet every swat.
When the discipline ended, she groaned with a mixture of relief and loss. Then Wekniz grabbed the globes of her rear in his coarse hands to roughly massage them again. His touch brought the pain and exhilaration back. Tasha’s head tilted back as she cried out.
“Good girl. You took your punishment well, and now your ass is the most becoming shade of red. I will enjoy fucking it with my primary.”
Tasha shuddered at the thought of his larger member, thick and long, shoving into her tight hole. When she felt something slick and hard touch her there, she started.
Wekniz now-familiar laugh caressed her ears. “Easy, nervous girl. The toy will stretch you gradually.”
She sighed with relief. Only a dildo or plug to start with, not the Nobek’s thick shaft. She eased down and the smooth length of the toy entered her. It caused a slight burn as it widened to a rounded ball just above the base, but that bit passed through and the toy lodged inside her. The stretch of her tight muscles was blatant, impossible to ignore. At first it was slightly uncomfortable, but the ache transmitted throughout her core, becoming something else. Something pleasant and arousing. It was always this way when for Tasha when anal play began, an initial uneasy feeling as if she was doing something profoundly wrong. Then the headiness of the forbidden bloomed, making it one of the most enthralling acts of all.
“That’s it,” Wekniz breathed. “Accept it, knowing it will be my cock next. After I’ve enjoyed other parts of you.”
Her body flushed at the warning. Apparently he had many things in mind for her yet.
“On your back now. Arms over your head.”
She rolled over, feeling the plug in her ass keenly as she did so. Damn if the thing didn’t feel fatter than before, pressing hard against the walls of her opening. She shifted, trying to find a comfortable position.
Wekniz grinned down at her. “Is the expanding getting to you?”
“It expands?” He had said it would stretch her gradually, but she’d somehow missed out on the meaning of that.
Wekniz stroked up and down her body with the end of the strap that looped around her neck. Then he circled her breasts with it, letting the flexible length play over the jutting nipples too. The fabric was rough, chafing her points deliciously. She couldn’t help but arch.
He kept the belt moving over her breasts as he reached between her legs. She caught her breath in anticipation, thinking he would touch her aching pussy at long last.
Instead he grabbed the slowly inflating plug and pulled it partly out before shoving it back in. Before Tasha could react to the flare of sensation, he brushed a knuckle over her clit. She kicked the air with a squeal. Her pussy throbbed.
“Look at how swollen this sweet flesh is,” he said in appreciation. “Is it sensitive? Is that why you’re wiggling all over the place?”
The back of his hand stroked over her again, making everything clench violently. Tasha groaned and tossed her head from side to side. Her hands closed over his wrist.
“No, naughty girl. Do you need another spanking? Put those hands back over your head before I decide you don’t deserve an orgasm.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she panted, though she was already obeying him by stretching her arms up again.
The look on the unscarred side of his face matched the other side for severity. “Do you want to find out?” he asked softly. He seemed more dangerous for the quiet tone and Tasha’s guts simultaneously drew up in fear and warmed with excitement. “I can strap you in the sex chair right now and leave you there with the plug up your ass and a vibrator up your pussy set low enough that you stay excited without coming. All fucking night. Is that where you want to end up, Natasha?”
She cringed. She believed he really would do that to her. Wekniz left no doubt he was capable of it.
“No, Nobek. I’ll be good,” she whispered since she had no voice left to speak with.
“Good plan. Don’t move your arms without my permission again.”
Tasha nodded her acceptance. With that, any idea of defying Wekniz fled her mind. She relaxed and waited for his pleasure.
“Better,” he said. A slight smile drifted over the corner of his mouth, and she thought she saw a twinkle in his eyes.
His strap ran up and down her torso again. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass, and she whimpered as the ache of spanked flesh protested. Then he shoved the thickened plug in and out of her tight passage
a few times, bringing astounding heat to her insides.
He pulled the plug out. Tasha bit her lips to still the protest that wanted to form. She would do nothing to keep him from fucking her.
He took his cocks in hand and moved close. Her fists clenched as he ran the tips up and down her slit. Pleasure zinged through her, making her writhe.
His cocks settled over her entrances and pushed. The tapered tips slid in, sending a surge of want crashing over her. Then they retreated. Again he shoved, going a little further in. Another retreat. Another thrust, about halfway this time. He didn’t have as much girth as Nur, but he filled her well, hitting all the good stuff. Sensation arced higher, making her moan with pleasure.
Wekniz continued to advance a little more with each invasion. The thrills pulsing through her were overwhelming, forcing each breath out in a gasp. She shuddered around him.
His groin met hers. He stared in her eyes, one half of his face fierce, the other pleased. Tasha had the urge to stroke both sides, to trace the lines of the disparate expressions. She didn’t dare.
He pulled back. Shoved forward. Bright flashes of light appeared in the periphery of her vision. Tasha cried out. Another thrust. More starbursts. Tasha’s legs wrapped around his ass. He paused and gave her a look.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” she groaned through clenched teeth.
Wekniz burst out laughing. “No, no I didn’t, pretty girl. Keep your hands where they are and we’re fine.”
His strokes came fast and hard, driving deep inside. The slick motions of his cocks running in and out of her were amazing. The constant friction made her hair stand on end. Heat built higher, warming her from pussy to chest. And still he hammered in, driving her up and down the padded rug with the strength of his taking.
Wekniz paused to move his hand between them, to rub her clit while keeping her impaled on his shafts. The dazzling rapture was intense, making her nearly scream. Her hands raised an inch off the ground. Just in time she remembered herself and made her tight fists settle down again.
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