Claiming Their Slave (Barbarian Mates Book 3)

by Sue Lyndon

  No no no. That was wrong. After all the care they’d shown her, she should strive to obey them better. With a mournful moan, she wrenched her hand from her cunny and hurried to the water basin to clean up as best she could. If they detected the scent of her arousal on her hands, she would be in so much trouble. She’d been naughty and touched herself without permission, but at least she’d shown enough self-control to stop herself from reaching the peak of her pleasure. She scrubbed her hands with soap and dried them, then ran a damp cloth along the folds of her womanhood, trying to remove the evidence of her arousal.

  Once she was back in position in the center of the room, with her hands at her sides, she breathed a deep sigh of relief and promised herself she would never be so naughty again. The prospect of receiving a spanking on the tender folds of her cunny made her tummy clench with nerves, but the idea of such an intimate punishment also reignited her earlier arousal.

  Oh, no. All the arousal she’d wiped away with the cloth was coming back already. She shifted and tried to think neutral thoughts that had nothing to do with being chastised or claimed by her mates, but it was no use. Her mind had taken a naughty turn from which there was no coming back. Erotic images paraded through her psyche, visions of her mates’ strong muscular thighs, chiseled chests, and huge erect cocks. In her mind, she heard the sounds of flesh slapping flesh during the throes of passion, as well as needy moans and deep growls.

  The result of her naughty thoughts was a trickle of warmth on her inner thigh. Her eyes went wide and she parted her legs, reaching to inspect just how wet she’d become. Shame pummeled through her, heating her all over. Her cunny was even more drenched than before when she’d been stroking it.

  What was she going to do?

  She scurried to the bed and hopped up on the mattress, then spread her legs wide and looked down upon herself, needing to know just how serious her situation had grown. Splaying her slick folds apart, she gasped at the immense glimmer of wetness hidden within. To make matters worse, her sensitive nubbin was swollen so large that when she released her cunny lips, the swell of flesh protruded from between. Her inner thighs also shone with the evidence of her naughty musings.

  Her heart pounded faster, and she glanced around the room, trying to decide what to do. Wet as she was, Jaxon and Wolfe would probably assume she’d been touching herself. She most certainly didn’t want a spanking on her cunny lips, especially when she had another punishment pending, one she suspected would be quite arduous.

  She didn’t have much of a choice. She had to rapidly stop the aching in her loins. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and stroked two fingers over her clit. She allowed herself to entertain all the naughty thoughts she’d been trying to repress, and when she finally came hard, jerking against her hand with a keening moan, she found her release to the image of Jaxon holding her down while Wolfe scolded her and wielded a belt against her quivering bottom.

  Panting, she moved her hand from her center and took a few moments to catch her breath. Then she opened her eyes and started to sit up, only to scream as fear suddenly rendered her still.

  Jaxon and Wolfe stood at the foot of the bed, watching her intently, their bodies tensed and their expressions none too pleased. Jaxon appeared the angriest, with the vein in his temple bulging as he started down at her. Wolfe had a stern look settled on her too, but beneath the sternness, he seemed both startled and fascinated by what he’d just witnessed.

  Ava said the first thing that came to mind, and unfortunately for her, it wasn’t very polite.

  “Don’t you two ever knock? This is my room, is it not?”

  Jaxon’s nostrils flared and he took a step forward. It was then that she noticed the three switches in his hand. Her initial outrage over their unannounced entrance fled, and she tried to scramble under the covers, wanting to hide her shame, but Wolfe lunged at her and pulled her up against him.

  “I know Jaxon warned you not to touch yourself, little slave. You knowingly broke a very important rule. Tell me, who does your pleasure belong to?”

  It felt as if all the air had been sucked from the room. Ava could scarcely breathe. Somehow, she managed to inhale a few times, and then answered, “You, Masters. My pleasure belongs to both of you. I am so sorry.”

  Wolfe spun her around as Jaxon approached, forcing her to stare up at the most displeased of her mates.

  “What did I say would happen if you touched your cunny without permission, little human?”

  Her mouth went dry, and for several long moments all she could do was look up at her angry mate, praying he showed her leniency. Finally, she found her voice. “You said I would get a spanking, on my cu-cunny lips.”

  Jaxon moved back and held up the switches. “After your punishment for risking your life, Ava, you can expect a firm spanking on your bare little cunny. You will learn to obey us, even if we must strip you and chastise you on a daily basis. You ought to be ashamed. Touching yourself and riding the waves of pleasure when you should have been standing quietly in the center of the room as instructed, contemplating the reason for your impending punishment.”

  Oh, she was ashamed. Horribly so. She didn’t think her face would ever cease flaming.

  “All right, then,” Wolfe said. “Let’s get this first part over with. Time for your switching.”

  * * *

  Sensing his twin’s anger, Wolfe reached for the switches. Jaxon gave him an annoyed look, but eventually handed them over. They exchanged a knowing glance, coming to a silent agreement about how to handle Ava’s punishment. She had been exceedingly naughty and they couldn’t go light on her, but they also didn’t wish to frighten her or cause her any harm. At the moment, Wolfe was more collected and would wield the switches firmly but fairly. Once her switching was over, Jaxon could deliver her cunny spanking.

  Ava trembled and peered over her shoulder at them from her position bent over the bed. She looked adorably contrite, with her pretty blue eyes widened as she worried her bottom lip. When her gaze collided with Wolfe’s, she flushed and turned back around. She reached for the bedcovers and fisted her hands around the material.

  “Have you ever received a switching before, Ava?” Jaxon asked.

  She shook her head into the covers. “No, Master.”

  “It is a serious punishment used for serious infractions. What you did today—running outside before the battle ended—is unacceptable. You will never, ever put yourself in danger, no matter the reason. Is that clear?”

  “Y-yes, Ma-Master.” Her voice trembled and her legs shook harder.

  “Spread your legs wider, little human. Wider. Wider. Good girl. Now, Wolfe is going to give you a good thrashing with the switches, and you are to remain in position and take each stroke he gives you. And when it stings so badly that you think you can’t endure this punishment any longer, consider how heartbroken Wolfe and I would be right now if something had happened to you. Consider how reckless you were in your disobedience, even though at the time you thought you had good reason to disobey. You are precious to us, and we will not see you harmed, Ava.”

  “My brother speaks the truth,” Wolfe said. “You are our light and our love, and if you ever risk your own life again, little slave, you can expect a switching even more severe than the one you are about to receive.”

  With her scolding concluded, Ava sniffled against the bedcovers and murmured apology after apology. Wolfe’s heart wrenched to sense her level of upset, but he still had to carry out her switching. They had to remain firm with her. He set the extra two switches on the bed, holding up the first one he would use and inspecting it to ensure it was smoothed down and safe to wield against Ava’s quivering buttocks. Once he was satisfied with the implement, he took position behind Ava.

  “Give Jaxon your hands. I won’t have you reaching back and hurting yourself. This punishment will be a swift one.” Wolfe was eager to get it over with, for he longed to embrace her and stroke her hair, longed to murmur words of forgiveness into her ear
as he held her tight.

  With only a hint of reluctance, Ava surrendered her hands, and Jaxon soon had her wrists pinned together at the small of her back. “Show us what a good girl you can be during your punishment, little human, and keep your feet flat on the floor.”

  She sniffled. “I will try, Master.”

  Wolfe brought the switch down across her lower ass cheeks. She gave a shriek and rose up slightly on her toes, but just as quickly she flattened her feet to the floor. Again, he struck her bottom, this time a notch above the previous strike. On the fifth and hardest strike yet, the switch broke. He almost breathed a sigh of relief, but then he reminded himself of what she’d done to earn this chastisement.

  She could have been killed or badly wounded. The battlefield was no place for a woman, especially a petite human female. Especially their female.

  Ava’s shoulders heaved with fresh sobs as he reached for the second switch. But she kept her feet on the floor as he struck her ass with the implement. This one broke on the sixth blow. Wolfe was grateful Jaxon had picked the switches from the baruna trees in the garden, rather than a tree with a sturdier wood. He sensed her genuine regret and her sorrow over her disobedience. Though painful, she was learning her lesson.

  He retrieved the last switch and prepared his aim. Her bottom was covered in lines of red, but none of the lines had broken or had even swelled into serious welts. Wolfe was glad for it, because he hated to cause her agony. Jaxon gave him a sympathetic look, followed by an encouraging nod, willing him to get this most unpleasant part of her punishment over with. The spanking she had coming to her cunny wouldn’t be as harsh, and would be more humiliating for her than painful.

  Five quick strokes and the last switch broke. Wolfe dropped the remnants of it on the floor and gathered Ava up in his arms, while Jaxon remained on the bed beside them, stroking her hair and rubbing her back. She sobbed against Wolfe’s chest. He held her tighter, hoping she understood just how much she meant to them. His heart flooded with warmth and tender emotion for the sweet little human in his arms.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ava’s crying gradually turned to sniffles. She held onto Wolfe as if for dear life, even though he’d been the one to deliver her switching. She didn’t hate him for it, though. Quite the opposite. Judging by the expression of concern on his face before he’d gathered her to his chest, he had been worried for her and hadn’t enjoyed causing her pain. She understood that actions had consequences, and she had known leaving the safety of the house during the battle would result in punishment. But it wasn’t the pain of the chastisement she’d received that had brought her to tears. Instead, the tears had come from knowing how much she’d disappointed her mates. She hoped to never earn their disapproval again.

  “Sweet human,” Jaxon said, “are you all right?”

  She nodded and turned to stare into the intense blue eyes of her mate of the light. She gave him a tentative smile and nodded again. “Yes, Master. I-I am sorry for my disobedience. Truly, I am, and I will not risk my safety again, I assure you.”

  Jaxon opened his arms and she all but flung herself into his embrace. She hugged him tight, while Wolfe commenced rubbing her back and stroking his hands through her hair, as his twin had done earlier. She loved how they took turns holding her and comforting her. They made her feel treasured and wanted. All the lonely misery she’d known in her tiny windowless bedroom in the village faded under their tender regard. Her heart overflowed with so much warmth that she felt her chest might burst open. Though she hadn’t known either brother for long, she realized in this moment that she indeed loved both Jaxon and Wolfe, and a bright surge of hopefulness for the future filled up all the remaining empty places in her heart.

  She stayed in Jaxon’s strong arms for what felt like an eternity, until finally, he broke the silence.

  “Ava, little human,” he said gently. “Wolfe and I have not forgotten what we witnessed when we entered your bedroom. We must address your naughtiness in touching yourself without permission.”

  She flushed and nodded, willing him to get the ordeal over with so they could move on to more pleasant things. At least she hoped they would move on to more pleasant things. Though the switching had been painful and her bottom still throbbed under the searing sting left behind, she once again found herself in an embarrassing predicament, with her sensitive nubbin pulsing and heat collecting in her womanly core.

  The loving dominance of her two mates had an effect on her libido like no other. She wanted to feel them inside her now, and filling her up with their immense size and pumping in and out of her tight holes, but first she had to receive a spanking to her cunny. She’d been a bad girl and stroked herself without permission, and she’d been so lost in her desire that she hadn’t even heard her mates enter the room to witness her shameful naughtiness.

  She sighed and looked from Wolfe to Jaxon. “I-I know I deserve it. I know I touched what does not belong to me. I am sorry, Masters.”

  “Lie back on the bed and spread your legs wide, little slave.”

  As she settled back on the bed, Jaxon put a pillow beneath her lower back, forcing her center to be thrust up when she parted her thighs. A glance down and she nearly gasped at how swollen and slick her cunny had grown already, not long after she’d reached the height of her illicit release. Her clit was even more pronounced than earlier, again protruding from between her folds.

  Wolfe moved to her side and grasped her hands, pinning her wrists down above her head. A heated quiver rushed through her. Jaxon had held her down for her first punishment, and now Wolfe would keep her restrained for the second one. A sense of vulnerability swept through her, but she wasn’t frightened. She trusted her mates not to truly harm her. She trusted them to not give her more than she could handle when it came to teaching her a lesson in obedience. It was a heady feeling, that after years of not trusting anyone, she had not just one man to trust, but two.

  Jaxon laid his flattened palm against her spread center and met her eyes. “You ought to be ashamed, Ava, for touching what belongs to your masters.” He lifted his hand and delivered the first smack to her wet folds. “This is what happens to naughty little girls who touch their cunny without permission.”

  Again and again, he slapped the tender folds of her womanhood, the wetness of her sex causing each blow to resound in the cavernous room. On occasion, the tips of his fingers smacked her swollen clit, stinging yet causing her to ache even more fiercely for an intimate touch. The longer and harder he spanked her cunny, the slicker it became. She was so mortified by her lustful reaction, it took all her strength to keep her legs spread wide open.

  Smack smack smack. Three quick blows that covered both of her outer folds and her sensitive nubbin had her writhing in place, but she somehow managed to hold the embarrassing position.

  “Are you learning your lesson, little human?”

  She nodded fervently. “Oh, yes, Master. Please, it hurts. I promise to never touch my cunny without permission again—ohh—ouch!”

  “Five more smacks and then you’re done, Ava. I hope you behave yourself going forward and that we’ll have no need to repeat this particular lesson.”

  Relief filled her, knowing the end was in sight. She braced herself for the final blows. They came in quick succession, landing with firm well-placed smacks that had her crying out and promising to be a good girl.

  Finally, it was over. Ava collapsed further on the bed, rolling toward Wolfe and resisting the urge to cup her tender, punished cunny.

  Her mates took turns whispering comforting phrases into her ear and rubbing her back. At one point, a hand gently caressed her bottom, mercifully helping to assuage the sting left by the switches. As her strength returned and she became calmer, the insistent aching between her thighs gradually became more pronounced. The hand that had been massaging her buttocks moved to her sore cunny, and she parted her legs and lifted her center, willing her mates to claim her now.

  * * *


  “Get on your hands and knees, little human,” Jaxon said, then helped Ava into position.

  Wolfe got behind her, preparing to fuck her cunny from behind, while Jaxon moved in front of her, his intent to claim her sweet mouth. Jaxon had yet to claim her ass, but in this moment, his balls ached and his cock stood ramrod straight just thinking about spilling his seed down her throat, watching as she swallowed every last drop of his essence.

  “Good girl,” Wolfe said. “Now lift your hips a bit higher. Perfect.” He gripped her hips and guided her back onto his cock.

  At the same moment, Jaxon held her face in his hands and directed his engorged length into her mouth. She moaned around his manhood and tried her best to suck him, but Jaxon preferred to set the pace and held her head firmly in place while plunging in and out of her mouth.

  Her tongue danced along the tip of his shaft with each quick drive, and he let loose a growl of pleasure and closed his eyes, awash in the erotic sensation. The vibrations from her moans drove him wild, and he gradually encouraged her to take him deeper and deeper into her throat.

  “Such a good little human you are, Ava,” Jaxon said in a praising tone, “taking my cock in your mouth while Wolfe pounds into your cunny.”

  “Such a good little slave,” Wolfe agreed, tightening his grip on her hips and fucking her faster. “And all ours. Our sweet mate.”

  * * *

  Ava had never known such pleasure. With each hard plunge into her cunny, Wolfe’s balls struck her clit and pushed her closer to the blinding ecstasy of a release. Her first orgasm was quick and left her moaning around Jaxon’s cock, but the next two lasted for moments on end, draining her of all energy to the point that Wolfe had to hold her up, lest she collapse on the bed.

  She loved being shared between them like this. When Jaxon growled and his thick length jerked in her mouth as he found his own release, she thrilled at the knowledge that she would have no choice but to swallow his seed. Indeed, he held her face in place while each spurt of his essence shot into the back of her throat, and she obediently gulped it all down, reveling in his maleness.