by Zara Chase
“More? You want more of that?”
Kane’s cock was now halfway down her throat, his hips were moving in time with her sucking motions, and his breathing was fast and ragged. She wiggled her butt to indicate she wanted as much as Tyrone was willing to dish out.
“When we get you home we’ll be spanking you with more than just our hands, darlin’. I reckon you’ll enjoy being tied up and flogged. How does that sound?”
She made the only noise she could, which was a cross being a choke and a gag. Tyrone laughed.
“We’ve got a live one here, buddy.”
“And she gives head like a fucking god,” he said, sounding like he was in agony, which was probably true because Aisha sensed that he was deliberately holding back his orgasm. “Keep doing that, darlin’, I’m close.”
“Then I guess you’d better come together.”
Tyrone turned the vibrator up to maximum speed. It jumped inside her cunt and her reaction went off the scale. At the same time he flicked his thumb across her throbbing clit, which was all it took. She opened her mouth wide to scream as her body went into spasms. Then she closed it down tight around Kane’s cock and sucked as hard as she could.
“Shit, here it comes!”
An endless stream of cum spurted into the back of her throat. Aisha could barely swallow fast enough to keep up with it. And all the time her orgasm continued to consume her. It was like nothing she’d ever imagined, even in her wildest fantasies. Her limbs trembled, perspiration peppered her brow, and every nerve ending in her body sang with pleasure. It was so intense, so all consuming, that she didn’t think her body could withstand it.
As the thought filtered through her brain the sensation started to fade, and, perversely, she resented the fact that it was leaving her. Tyrone turned the vibrator almost but not quite off and pulled her panties back up. She adjusted her dress, Kane helped her back to her seat, and she wiped her mouth on her napkin. He kissed her deep and then refastened his jeans. The moment their lips parted, Rochelle appeared with plates of delicious-looking desserts, as though she’d been summoned, although no one had actually spoken.
“You look happy,” she said, flashing an amused glance at Kane. Aisha hoped she wasn’t blushing and that her hair didn’t look too wild. “Hope you like whipped cream, Aisha.”
“She likes,” Kane and Tyrone said together.
Chapter Eleven
“Just imagine the fun we could have had with all this cream.” Kane flashed a wicked grin at the siren who’d just given him what Tyrone guessed had been the blow job to end all blow jobs. “I could have smeared it all over my cock and you could have licked it off with that evil tongue of yours.”
Tyrone laughed. “She’d have done it, too.”
Aisha looked up from her plate and grinned. “Only to be polite,” she said in a pious tone that belied the mischief radiating from her sparkling eyes.
Tyrone was totally lost. How the fuck they were supposed to take her back home and not actually fuck her was beyond him.
“We can do it.”
As always Kane knew what he was thinking.
“I have serious doubts,” Tyrone pheromoned back.
Aisha finished her meringue, pushed her empty plate aside, and patted her flat abdomen.
“That was orgasmic,” she said, sighing deeply.
“Again?” Kane and Tyrone asked together.
“A different sort of orgasm,” she said loftily. “I wouldn’t expect any man to understand a woman’s complex relationship with chocolate and cream.”
“You’re giving me ideas, darlin’,” Tyrone said, waggling his brows.
“I haven’t noticed you ever being short of them,” Aisha replied.
“Ah, well, you have me there.”
“Come on, it’s getting late.” Kane stood up. “Let’s get back on home.”
“Er…what about—”
“It stays where it is,” Tyrone said. “We already told you that.”
“But I can’t walk with it inside me,” she hissed, aware of other diners looking up at them when they made preparations to leave. “It might slip out. How embarrassing would that be?”
“Close the walls of your sweet pussy around it, darlin’, and walk slowly. It’ll be fine.” Tyrone took her arm, leaned in close, and inhaled the heady scent that so defined her. “Go on, admit it, it makes you feel as sexy as hell.”
A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Well, just a bit, but I can’t waddle like a duck. People will wonder what’s wrong with me.”
Both men laughed as they took an arm each and guided her from the restaurant. “Take a moment to look how some of the other women move,” Kane advised.
“What is it about this place?”
“Trust me, honey,” Tyrone said, “you wouldn’t believe us if we told you.”
They offered compliments and thanks to Rochelle and eased their way into the crowded bar. Aisha waved to a few people, but Tyrone was in no mood to linger and kept her moving. The sight of her unfettered tits through the fabric of that dress was driving him crazy.
Rafe stopped them just as they reached the door.
“Tomorrow afternoon,” he said quietly to Tyrone.
“She’s agreed to come?”
Kane shot him a look, presumably because he could hear the surprise in Tyrone’s pheromone. They both knew the instinct for Impulse’s shifters to obey commands from their leader even when they no longer lived in the colony was compelling. They just hadn’t realized just how compelling.
“Of course,” Rafe pheromoned back.
“The kids?”
“Sorry, not this time.”
Tyrone tried to hide his disappointment. “Probably just as well.”
“Did you enjoy your evening, Aisha?” Rafe asked.
“Yes, everyone’s been real friendly.”
“I’m glad. Make these guys bring you again tomorrow evening. We’re having a party to celebrate Vilas’s birthday.”
“Oh, thanks, that sounds like fun.”
As soon as they pushed through the doors and stood outside, Tyrone swept Aisha off the ground while Kane fired up the golf cart. Tyrone got into the backseat, still with Aisha in his arms, and Kane drove off. Aisha snuggled against his chest like she belonged, which she did. He pulled her dress off her shoulders.
“Someone will see.”
Her protest lacked teeth, implying that she enjoyed being stripped in the open air as much as he enjoyed stripping her.
“Don’t talk. Save your breath.”
For the remaining minute or so that it took Kane to drive them home, he spent his time feeding on her fat nipples, gouging the firm flesh of her breasts with his fingers, and getting acquainted with every inch of the bosom he already felt like he owned.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly as they reached home and he lifted her, half-naked, from the cart.
“We’re gonna have to take some risks,” he pheromoned as he carried her up the stairs. “If I don’t dip my cock into her sweet pussy tonight, I’ll die.”
“I hear you, buddy. Just don’t get carried away and blow it. Think of the responsibility we bear for future generations.”
Tyrone rolled his eyes. “When don’t I think about that?”
“True, but we’ve never been in a situation quite like this one before.” Kane opened the door to the apartment. “Playing with our mate-to-be, I mean.”
“Straight to the games room,” Tyrone pheromoned.
Kane shrugged. “Why not?”
Tyrone carried Aisha into their bedroom, through their dressing room, and into a large room hidden behind a padded door. Kane flipped on the dim lights and Aisha gasped.
“What is this place?” she asked.
“It’s where we have serious fun,” Kane replied.
Tyrone placed Aisha on the floor. Her dress fell around her feet and she stepped out of it, probably not even aware that she did so because
she was so taken up with their toys. Wearing just a small pair of panties, she looked around, openmouthed, and Tyrone tried to see the room through her eyes. The huge circular water bed that dominated it, the red velvet walls lined with just about every sex toy imaginable, and then some. The bars at varying heights, which they put to different uses according to their whims.
“It’s our version of a BDSM dungeon,” Kane said. “Ever been in one before?”
“No.”
“Wanna play?” Tyrone asked.
“Sure, just so long as you don’t hurt me.”
“Pain is a vital part of the pleasure,” Kane explained. “Can’t have one without the other—not in our world.”
“You liked it when I spanked you in the restaurant,” Tyrone reminded her.
“We’ll teach you all you need to know, darlin’,” Kane said, running his fingers softly down the side of her face. “We’ll have a safety word, and any time you want to stop, just say…what shall we have?”
Tyrone grinned. “The safety word is Rick.”
Aisha laughed and Tyrone sensed the tension drain out of her. If she could be persuaded to trust them and go with her instincts, she’d be a natural at this.
“I ought to remember that one,” she said.
“Okay, Aisha, same rules as before. Tyrone and I are in charge, and what we say goes. You refer to us as master or sir and never question us. If you’re a very naughty girl, you’ll get to orgasm more times than you would imagine possible during the course of one night, on that you have my guarantee.”
She moistened her lips and smiled at them.
“Yes, sirs.”
“Atagirl!” Tyrone patted her butt. “Go stand in that corner over there with your face to the wall until we tell you to turn around.”
She moved slowly across the room, swaying her hips. She was still wearing her heels and had the vibrator filling her cunt. Both men watched her go and smiled as they stripped and looked at one another, wondering where to start.
“She took that spanking pretty well,” Tyrone pheromoned. “I say we use a paddle on her this time.”
“Tied up?”
“Of course. Chained to the wall, nipple clamps, butt plug, the works.”
Tyrone’s erection throbbed in painful anticipation. “Sounds like a plan,” he said.
Kane walked up behind Aisha and tied a blindfold over her eyes. He then told her to hold her hands over her gut, affixed fluffy restraints to her wrists, and made her kneel down. Once she’d done so, he attached the long chain linking the restraints to the railings on the wall.
“Lean forward and rest your weight on your forearms.”
Kane groaned at the sight of her gorgeous tits swinging beneath her, but Tyrone was all business. He picked up the paddle he intended to use, but first he pulled her panties down, grabbed his erection in one hand, and rubbed it down the crack in her butt.
“Lube,” he said to Kane.
Kane threw him a tube and Tyrone applied a liberal amount to Aisha’s butt, smearing it between her cheeks and inserting a slick finger inside her anus. He applied more to his cock and slipped just its throbbing head into her backside, withdrawing before he could get too carried away. And then, without warning Aisha to expect it, he brought the paddle down hard over one cheek.
“You were a bad girl in that restaurant,” he said to her in a melodic voice. “You have to be punished for that.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her words were accompanied by an elongated groan. She held her position well and Tyrone didn’t have to tell her to relax into the pain and wait for it to transmute to pleasure. Aisha was a quick study, and Tyrone could see she was already with the program. Besides, someone as sensual as her didn’t need a lot of guidance.
“Bad, bad, Aisha.” Tyrone brought the paddle down a little harder and slid one finger into her butt at the same time. “We have to teach you to behave yourself.”
“Yes, master.”
“Why do you need instruction, darlin’?”
She whimpered. “Because I’ve been bad.”
“What did you do?”
“I sucked Kane’s cock in a public place.”
“Did you like doing that to Kane?”
“Yes, master. I loved eating his prick and making him come.”
“What else would you like to do to him?”
“I’d like…like to—”
Tyrone brought the paddle down really hard this time. “Tell me, sweet slave. What do you want Kane to do to you?”
“I want him to fuck me with his huge cock,” she said, her voice tinged with a combination of wild abandonment and desperate passion.
Tyrone chuckled. “That’s a real bad thing to want. I’m gonna have to spank that desire out of you.”
“Yes, master.”
“Ask me then.”
“Please spank the badness out of me. I shouldn’t have these thoughts.”
Tyrone flashed a glance at Kane, sensing his severe physical discomfort. He was perched on the edge of the bed, massaging his erection, his gaze fixed on Aisha. Her buttocks were red from Tyrone’s chastisements, and he figured she’d probably had enough for now.
“Time to move things along,” Kane pheromoned.
“Yeah, I hear you.”
“Turn over, darlin’, the restraints swivel,” he said aloud. “That’s it. Now Kane’s got something for you.”
Kane moved in with the lube and gently applied it to her nipples. Then, with infinite care, he attached clamps to the solid peaks.
“Ever tried these before?”
“No, master. What are you doing?”
“They’re nipple clamps, and it’s great that you’ve never tried them before. There’s so much I wanna teach you that’ll blow your mind.” He leaned in and kissed her lips tenderly. “The clamps restrict the blood flow to your nipples and enhance the sensation. Do you feel it?”
“Yes.” She swallowed several times. “It’s amazing.”
“Hmm, it is. And it’s better because you can’t touch or see. That means your other senses are enhanced to compensate.”
She wriggled with obvious impatience. “Yes. I feel it, but it’s not enough.”
Tyrone made himself sound surprised, even though he wasn’t. “What else do you want, sugar?”
“You know. I already said.”
“Ah, yes. You want to be fucked.”
Her breath hitched when Kane removed her panties and blew hard on her clit. When he slid the vibrator out of her slick cunt a small cry of protest escaped her.
“You want me and the vibrator.” Kane tut-tutted. “That’s just plain greedy. I reckon that’ll earn you another of Tyrone’s punishments.”
“Sorry, masters,” she said contritely.
Squirming, she moistened her lips and deliberately rubbed her thighs together. Kane pushed them apart again and her juices trickled freely down their insides. She was hot, responsive, and ready. So, too, was Kane, Tyrone couldn’t help noticing. He ran a finger through her discharge and raised it to his lips. She tasted sweeter than honey, intoxicating Tyrone with her genital scent as he sucked his finger dry.
“Butt plug,” Kane pheromoned.
“I’m on it.”
“Turn on your side, darlin’,” Kane said.
She did so, the shackles again swiveling with her, and Tyrone slid the plug into place. She didn’t fight him and smiled as the toy fit deep inside her. It was filled with oil that would warm up once it was in place and send a pleasant sensation through her each time she moved. Kane helped her to lie back down again, arms still shackled above her head, eyes still covered. He bent his head and flicked his tongue over one of her clamped nipples. She screamed.
“Like that, sugar?”
“It’s amazing. I had absolutely no idea about this stuff.”
Kane bent over her, kissing, nipping, and sucking at all her erogenous zones, eliciting needy little moans from her as he applied himself to his work. Tyrone leaned in from
the other direction and focused his tongue on her clit. He grabbed her hair, listening for changes in her breathing, smelling her provocative scent, teasing her with his long tongue. He grazed her vulva with a delicate touch, producing the rhythmic stimulation necessary to induce orgasm. Aisha was completely abandoned, lifting her lips to meet each sweep of his tongue, willingly allowing herself to be marked by his orgasmic fingerprint. Kane, presumably sensing that she was on the verge of the second of many orgasms when Tyrone increased the pressure of his tongue, inserted a couple of fingers deep inside their mate.
She screamed Tyrone’s name and bucked as he sucked what was obviously a heady climax out of her. Kane lapped at her sensitized nipples as the wave crested and took a long time to ebb.
“Okay, babe?” Kane asked.
“Yes.” Her voice sounded dazed, disbelieving. “Wonderful.”
“Just one problem. No one gave you permission to climax.”
“So I must be punished?” she asked, a little too eagerly.
The guys shared a glance. Their mate was a fast learner. “That you must. Spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, darlin’, and bring your knees up.”
She did so, and Kane and Tyrone stood back to admire the view. The lips of her pussy were so pink, so darned tempting that they could blow a man’s mind, especially when the man in question had never penetrated a woman’s cunt before. Sometimes it was shit being an alpha shifter. Tyrone threw Kane a short-handled Japanese flogger. He brought it down over Aisha’s exposed cunt, hard enough to sting. She cried out, and then a secretive smile flirted with her lips. She didn’t need to tell them that she loved what he was doing to her, and so Kane gave it to her a little harder.
“Have you learned your lesson, Aisha?”
“Not quite, master.”
Both men laughed as Kane flogged her like a man on a mission.
“Fuck, the wait for her to show up was worth it,” Kane pheromoned.
“Yeah, once we sort our shit out, we’ll be good to do all sorts of things with her.”
The reminder wasn’t what they both needed to hear.
“Let’s all get involved,” Kane pheromoned.
