by Sara Fields
The men behind her were silent. Waiting.
Kira looked at me with hatred.
Oh, pretty girl. You had no idea what you had coming, did you. I smirked, letting her know that I could see her shame, her reluctance to present herself to perfect strangers, but I didn’t care.
She would obey me.
Again, she hesitated a moment too long and I reacted instantly, grabbing her hair and pushing her head toward the floor so that it pressed into my boot. Cheek to leather, she reacted wisely and didn’t utter a sound, and she slowly reached back to grip her ass cheeks and reveal herself to the men waiting behind her.
For a long moment, they were silent, staring down at Kira with obvious desire. The leader chuckled softly, and Kira flinched. He met my eyes and I nodded, indicating to him that he could touch her.
With her cheek to my boot, she startled when the man’s fingers wandered up her thigh. She moved a little as he drifted up the cleft of her ass and broke position the moment his thumb settled on her rosy little asshole, releasing her cheeks and trying to rise up despite my hand on the back of her head.
“Bad human,” the man said.
“Indeed. Now I’m going to have to punish you, Kira, and you can be certain that it’s going to hurt,” I replied, and her sharp intake of breath was all I needed. I nodded toward the men and they grinned, their expressions reluctant as they turned to walk off to their destination knowing that I would finish what they started in my own chambers.
“Have fun,” one of them shouted as they walked away.
“I plan on it,” I replied nice and loud, watching as she trembled in response.
Grabbing her hair in my fist, I dragged her inside as she cried out loud, the sound piercing to my sensitive hearing. Her hands flew to the back of her head, but I didn’t relent. She kicked and squirmed, but I only stopped after dragging her several feet into the entrance of our apartment. Reaching down, I took her upper arm into my fist and pulled her to her feet, dragging her into the living room where Zaavyr and Aedan had just finished setting up the punishment bench.
I tossed her over top of it so that her stomach pressed against the soft leather underneath and her ass was high in the air. All four of us took a limb and shackled her down before she had time to try to react or to escape. The entire bench was angled, so that her ass rose well above the crest of her head, perfect for the whipping she had coming. When she was securely bound, the four of us stepped back, admiring the pale canvas that awaited my mark.
I would teach her to obey and when it was time, Aedan, Coltan, and Zaavyr would all step in too. I wasn’t so arrogant to think that I alone would conquer Kira, but I was especially confident that between the four of us, we would break her and make her ours, whether she liked it or not.
Chapter Seven
Kira
I could feel goosebumps raising all over my skin. I knew the four of them were watching me, studying me and staring at the curves of my backside as it jutted up toward them. The blood rushed a little to my head and I felt lightheaded, and I trembled just a bit in my bonds. What the hell was happening?
Fucking Christ. Get it together, Kira. You can handle anything, I thought to myself.
Those men in the hallway had made me feel like nothing more than a piece of meat. It pissed me off, and what made me even more furious was that Jax had made me do it. Bastard. It probably got him off seeing a naked human expose herself to his shipmates. In fact, his dick was probably hard right now.
It had been humiliating, shameful, and most embarrassingly, arousing. It fucking turned me on. Even now, my pebbled nipples were pressing into the leather beneath me and my pussy was wetter than ever. How the fuck was I getting aroused right now?
There was no way my captors wouldn’t notice.
The stinging feeling of Jax’s palm still made my pussy throb. When he’d slapped me there, I had been shocked, the pain overwhelming at first, but then, it had throbbed and spread deep into my core. Deep inside, there was a part of me that wanted him to do it again, but I would jump off a cliff before I admitted it to anyone.
Coltan reached behind my head and gripped my locks in his fingers, manipulating them into a long flowing braid, his hold confident and strong. Using a black hair tie, he threaded it around the end. Although a simple act, it took away the option of hiding my face behind the strands of my long dark hair. Dammit.
I gritted my teeth as I heard the swish of leather sliding across cloth echo loud in my ears. Zaavyr, Aedan, and Coltan took a seat on the black leather loveseat in front of me, watching as Jax circled around me like a wolf about to ambush its prey.
He knelt in front of me and met my eyes, his copper, black-rimmed irises searching deep inside my soul.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Kira, now that you’ve been captured, you’re going to have to learn some very important rules. You will never be free ever again. You are our property. Your body belongs to the Vakarrans now, not to you, not to your friends or anyone else. You will submit without a thought. You will never question our rule over you ever again, is that clear?” he said, his tone calm and confident and completely sure of himself.
I stared him down. He thought he would break me, but not if I could help it.
“Good fucking luck, asshole,” I spat, struggling to free myself, the leather around my thighs and wrists biting into my skin. His eyes hardened and crinkled around the edges, causing my stomach to drop to my toes and my blood to run cold.
I should have known better, shouldn’t have said a word and just been a meek little servant, but that wasn’t me. Would never be me. I was strong, a fighter and I’d go down kicking and screaming the entire way.
At least that’s what I would keep telling myself.
Jax rose to his feet and circled around me so that he was out of my sight. I heard the swish of leather cut through the air and a loud snap before I realized what had happened. Jax had whipped my ass with his belt.
Oh, my God.
He whipped me again and then a third time before the nerves of my backside caught up to my brain. My chilled skin burned with a line of fire like I’d never felt before. I shrieked as Jax layered on one after the other, starting at the top of my bottom and heading down my thighs.
He made one pass across my backside before he paused and dragged his fingers across my scorched flesh, making a point to edge very close to my pussy and up the crack of my ass. Since the contraption I had been strapped to was some sort of A-frame, I couldn’t close my legs and it made it a little difficult to clench my bottom to block his assault.
“My, my, it seems you like the belt, Kira. Your pussy is so wet I can see it leaking onto your thighs,” Jax growled and I blanched quietly in shock.
So, he could see how turned on I was. This was humiliating.
His fingers cupped around my vagina, the tips gliding up and down my wet folds with ridiculous ease. I whined in protest, but he didn’t stop, instead teasing me and circling my clit so much that I arched into his touch, silently begging for more.
Zaavyr rose from the couch and ventured behind me. I could hear him opening a drawer in a cabinet out of my site and a few seconds passed, but my focus was still on Jax’s fingers, forever circling and teasing the needy bud in between my legs. My core throbbed, my ass burned from the belt’s lash, but the only thing I wanted was to come on his fingers.
“Hmm. The marks are fading already. I’m going to have to layer on another set,” Jax mused and my pussy clenched. My hips must have bucked against his hand and he chuckled.
Shit.
“You want to be whipped, don’t you, Kira?” Zaavyr said quietly beside me and I jumped. I hadn’t realized he was next to me then too.
“No,” I whimpered.
“Liar,” Jax responded.
“I do not,” I protested loudly, but then Jax tapped my clit a few times and I squirmed, moaning softly under my breath.
I clamped my lips shut, unwilling to meet their gazes for even a se
cond. I turned away and jolted when I felt Zaavyr’s hands trace my spine, before settling at the crest of my bottom. A cool liquid dripped onto my asshole and I whined.
“What the hell?” I asked, shivering at the feeling.
No one said anything as he spread what I guessed was lubricant around my secret hole and I tried not to respond. The moment he pressed against it though, I tensed all over, trying to press my cheeks together to stop him. It didn’t work.
“Don’t,” I begged, but the tone of my voice said different. My head protested everything that was happening, but my body was craving, pleading for more. My hips ground my pussy against Jax’s fingers and despite my shame at Zaavyr touching my bottom hole, I kind of wanted to see how it felt. His thumb pressed harder against my reluctant rim of muscles, but he was strong and deflected my resistance with ease.
The lubricant made his onslaught easy, and the moment he breached into me, I keened at the weird feeling of being taken in such a humiliating manner. It burned and stung a bit for a moment, but the less I clenched and fought him, the less it hurt. When I relaxed enough, it started feeling rather good. I squeezed my eyes shut when he started pressing in and out of me, moaning softly when Jax pressed against my wet and needy clit.
Jesus, that felt good. I wanted more.
His thumb was relentless, stretching me, claiming me and when he took it away, I whined a little in protest. He replaced it with something cold, smooth, and quite slick. Pushing the foreign object into me incredibly slowly, he chuckled as I tried to fight even though my body was telling me something different.
I hated to admit it to myself, but I kind of liked it. With Jax playing with my pussy and Zaavyr taking my ass whether I wanted it or not, my body had never felt hotter. I tried to pull my wrists away, but my bonds held, and I moaned with desire.
The cool object pressed into my ass, spreading my hole wider and wider so that it stung and burned, yet my clit throbbed even harder against Jax’s touch. I cried out at the odd mixture of pleasure and pain as Zaavyr worked the thing in and out of my bottom, the lubricant causing it to slide into me with embarrassing ease. I’d hide my expression in my hands if I could, I was so ashamed.
I felt my asshole pop around the rim of the plug and realized there was a wide ball shape still spreading my cheeks. It must be a butt plug, I thought. My face must be fifty shades of red right now.
“Get that thing out of me!” I cried out, but the men just laughed at me. For a moment, I felt like nothing more than an object, a plaything, but then Jax began moving his fingers again.
“I think you’re just trying to distract us from how much you’re enjoying yourself, Kira,” Zaavyr responded and I shook my head. No, he couldn’t be right, could he?
Jax stroked me once more, making me shiver under his touch. Zaavyr moved away and Jax took his hand away from my pussy. The moment his touch left my left, I whined, feeling my pussy clench with unmet need. My hips rolled a little back toward him and I turned my head, seeing a smirk at the edges of his lips as he turned away.
The belt whipped my ass again, but this time, it didn’t burn as much from the start. Instead, the sharp caress of the leather against my flesh quickly molded from painful to somehow erotic, making my clit throb all the harder, now lonely with no attention.
The leather lashed across the center of my bottom, pressing the plug in deeper than ever and I grew even hotter.
“Tell me you don’t want it, Kira. Lie to me again,” Jax said softly and I bit my lip.
He touched me again, this time circling the entrance to my cunt, promising me more if only I would just admit to my desires.
“I don’t,” I replied, my voice cracking in the middle with my untruth.
His lips kissed the scorched flesh of my ass and I shuddered with heat. I felt like I was boiling from the inside out. He gripped me with his palm once more, rolling my pulsing bud between his thumb and forefinger, driving me insane with want. My eyes rolled back in my head and I whimpered softly, unsure if I could take anymore without internally combusting.
I was a second or two away from coming before he removed his hand and I cried out in frustration. He was teasing me, driving me up a wall and he was fucking good at it and he knew it. My pussy clenched hard and I panted with the exertion of gathering some semblance of control over myself.
The leather kissed my ass once again, whipping me over and over, up and down my cheeks and thighs. Sometimes it bit into my skin, other times it seemed to caress me, stoking my desire more with each passing second.
He’d touch me. Whip me. Touch me again until I was delirious with my need.
My fingers were shaking with it, I could feel it. My thighs quaked. If I wasn’t bound to the bench, I’d probably have fallen to the floor. I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore.
I just wanted to be fucked already. My thighs quaked, and my hips were gyrating against the leather beneath me, desperate for the right angle or simple touch that would help me hurtle over the edge into the most needed orgasm of my life.
“You misbehaved, human. You need to be punished,” Jax murmured.
He moved in front of me, handed Aedan the belt and placed his hands on his waistline. I licked my lips. I wanted to see his cock, wanted to see his alien skin. I wanted to taste him. I wanted it all.
I wasn’t disappointed.
He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them slowly.
Huh. Commando then. No underwear to be seen.
Without any sort of ceremony, he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, leaving me with a first-hand view of a sizable cock. His dick was rock hard, his mottled merlot-colored skin begging me to touch it. The bulbous head jutted straight in my direction, bobbing a little in the sexiest way imaginable.
I wanted him to fuck me until my voice was hoarse from my pleasure.
I shut my eyes. What was coming over me? Did I really want this?
“Open those pretty blue eyes. Look at the cock that’s going to punish that naughty pussy. Beg me to teach you a lesson, Kira,” Jax murmured and my blood practically leaped right out of my skin. Slowly, I obeyed, too breathless with need to ignore him.
Because as much as I hated it, he was right. I wanted him to fuck me. I shouldn’t, and I hadn’t when they’d dragged me down the hallway by my leash, but now, my body was humming with pleasure and the desire for more. I should be strong and fight back, but I’d never been more turned on and vulnerable in my life.
It was driving me insane.
His cock was huge and quite wide, but I watched as it grew before my eyes. It was almost supernatural, but his length grew by a good few inches, as well as his girth. I shrank back in shock.
“Naughty human slaves are fucked hard,” Jax whispered and I shivered, wondering if it would hurt when he took me.
He grinned, almost as if he could read my thoughts.
He walked around me, until I couldn’t see him anymore and I panted with anticipation. All at once, the hotness of his cock dragged across my wet folds and I moaned at its heat. I arched my back, lifting my hips to make his access easier, but he continued to relentlessly tease me. The friction of his skin was driving me mad.
My screams and moans sounded more and more desperate by the second.
Fuck. I needed to come.
“Please,” I begged.
“I thought you didn’t like this,” he chided quietly, and I keened softly in response.
“I don’t. Please don’t,” I replied.
“I won’t fuck you till you beg me to punish you, little rebel,” Jax replied and I screamed in frustration, the heat of his cock pulsing against my clit, promising me an orgasm if I just gave in and gave him what he wanted.
My fingers gripped the leather beneath me and my thighs clenched around the frame of the bench, tense with the passion threatening to break free. His hips moved back and forth slowly, teasing, not enough to allow me release.
Cruel. I needed to come.
“Jax, please,” I begged,
my ass bucking upward once again. His thumb pressed against the base of the plug stuffed in between my cheeks, pushing it deeper for a moment before he gripped the base and pulled it a little, reminding me of how little I was in control in that moment.
God. I didn’t want this. But I did. My body needed it. My mind was slow to follow.
His dick pressed harder against my clit and I screamed with frustration when he pulled away. My skin smoldered, my limbs quickly heating and making me feel feverish. My eyes felt like they were glazed with it. I was intoxicated with my passion.
Fuck, his cock felt good. Would it be so terrible to enjoy my captivity? To take pleasure in his punishing me? My pussy clenched with the answer.
“I,” I began, before my voice failed me.
The head of his dick pressed against my entrance, but not enough to enter me.
It drove me wild.
“Please punish me, Jax,” I pleaded. “Please hurt me.”
Jax chuckled behind me.
“You like it when it hurts, don’t you, Kira,” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered with a whine.
I felt my pussy answer him, my arousal dripping from me like a leaky faucet. His cock pushed harder against my entrance and I keened as he stretched me. His dick was huge, larger than I had ever seen, let alone taken before, definitely larger than when he had fucked me on stage with the rest of my captors. It hurt, it stretched me, and I cried out with pain, but it still felt good. My body took him in hungrily, throbbing with pleasure at finally being filled with his iron-hard shaft. Fuck. I needed this.
They’d made me want it and now I was ravenous for it.
His cock stretched me wide and my core throbbed, hot with desire. My body nearly vibrated with pleasure at finally being filled with Jax’s shaft. I felt like I had waited so long for it. He wasn’t gentle, but I liked it. His member felt like it speared me in two, it was so big, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to be fucked.
