by Stone, Piper
Breaking the kiss, Zacon tilted his head back and forth. I’d never grow weary of gazing into his luminescent eyes, his irises gilded with gold on this amazing evening.
“Lead her to the pillows,” Killer said in a gruff voice, his patience wearing thin.
Talyn tapped my ass when I hesitated, pointing toward the center of the mound. I could tell the grouping had set up with a severe punishment in mind.
Zacon took my hand, guiding me to the exact spot, gently positioning me then pressing his hand on the small of my back. “Hands over your head and keep them there or I’ll be forced to shackle your wrists.” His dark and dangerous tone left a flutter in my tummy, the sensations skittering all the way down the insides of my thighs.
I heard the hard thumping of Killer’s boots on the floor, advancing like the true predator he’d always been. With every thud, I whimpered. There was no fear or anxiety, merely blissful excitement of being taken in hand. I closed my eyes, clenching my fists and trying to be a good girl while their orchestrated event continued.
I knew the second that fingers were rubbed down the length of my spine that Talyn was behind me, his rather gentle pats from one ass cheek to the other a foretelling of things to come.
“You are required to follow our rules, Kristina,” Talyn stated, his gruff voice filtering into my mind in sweet echoes.
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled.
“And you constantly break the rules,” he continued.
“I... Yes, sir.” Exhaling, I knew my discipline was going to be harsh.
“At least you admit your foibles, but you will learn. Eventually.” His scattered chuckle was followed by something hard tapping against my bottom.
The dreaded paddle. The man loved the damn wooden thing, a hunk so thick that it could be used as a weapon. I bit back another moan as he kicked my legs apart.
I heard the whacking sound before my skin and body registered the pain. The cry forced from my lungs was involuntary but quite loud. I bit back another cry as Talyn smacked my ass again.
And again.
He was taking his time, making certain the extra-long piece was positioned in the center of both ass cheeks. By the time the fifth smack was issued, my toes were curled, my heart skipping several beats.
“Fuck. Fuck!” The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
“Such a filthy mouth on her,” Zacon commented.
I lifted my head, shooting him a rebellious look and was given a single raise of his eyebrow. My men were taking no shit tonight.
“We may have to wash out her nasty mouth,” Talyn stated as if the idea was nothing.
I cringed, trying not to whimper like some spoiled little girl, but every time he slapped my bottom, I jerked up. Staying in position was brutally difficult and I finally clenched my fingers around two pillows, twisting and wrenching my hands in an effort to obey the command.
He brushed his fingers across my aching ass several times then resumed the punishment, swatting me with long and even smacks.
I jumped every time, gulping for air and fighting the tears slipping into my eyes.
What seemed like hours later, the first round of spanking stopped. The clatter of the wood being dropped onto the table gave me another reason to quiver. What would Zacon use?
I found out quickly, the whooshing sound exactly as I remembered from a thin reed. Shit. Shit. Shit! The man was using a cane. I knew what that meant.
And I was right.
Zacon took his time striking across my bottom, moving from top to bottom. When he changed his preferred location, I was forced to shove my face into a pillow. The stinging quickly turned into anguish as he snapped the carved wood against my upper thighs, one coming after the other. I could swear I heard an evil laugh and almost swore at him, calling him myriad horrible names.
But the sensible girl inside knew better.
So, I kept my mouth shut, enduring the increasing pain until my legs began to kick, sweeping up and down like the very bad little girl they’d accused me of being. “Ouch!” I finally yelled, slapping both hands on the pillows and jerking up.
Zacon’s deep-throated husky sound was all I needed. Huffing, I slowly eased back into position, cursing under my breath.
“She’ll always be a wild one,” Talyn commented, chuckling.
“We’ll break her of that. Eventually,” Zacon answered before returning to his task.
Crack!
Crack!
The sound alone was going to drive me mad. When he opened my legs even further, stretching them to the limit, I held my breath. The man was positively evil.
I was right.
He tapped the cane on the insides of my legs, moving all the way up until he was able to smack my pussy lips. The effect was intoxicating, stimulating every minuscule portion of my pussy.
“Oh, God. Oh...” I took gulping breaths, stars floating in front of my eyes. The dichotomy of agony and ecstasy more sublime than ever.
Zacon repeated the move again before issuing five very severe strikes across my bottom. My men had been right. I wasn’t going to be able to sit down easily for days, maybe a solid week.
And there was more coming.
When those same thudding boots moved again, jarring the entire floor, I couldn’t stop myself from looking up. I had to see him, the rogue who’d captured my very heart and soul.
Killer seemed larger than life tonight, his sinewy muscles glistening in the flickering glow. I pushed up even further, arching my back, unable to take my eyes off him. When he selected a wicked-looking strap, I bit my lip to keep from screaming. The boys meant business tonight.
He sensed my curiosity and snapped the thick leather piece against the floor. The sound seemed bolstered, echoing in my ears. He slowly turned his head in my direction, sliding the strap under his nose and inhaling deeply.
The dramatic flair only added to the flame, the electricity dancing through every cell and muscle. As he approached, his eyes narrowed, drinking all of my naked body in, his depraved mind no doubt thinking of all the nasty things he wanted to do to me.
Just like the others.
I couldn’t fight a series of moans slipping past my lips. I was desperately thirsty for a taste of all of them.
Killer trailed the edge of the strap down my back as he walked to the end of the bed, taking very slow steps. The man was a brutal tease, keeping me in complete suspense. Everything seemed in slow motion as he cracked the strap across my ass cheeks.
There was no pain, my mind refusing to register anything but the building desire. I was so wet and hot, my pussy clenching to the point I knew I could come without being touched.
He snapped his wrist again, slicing the thick leather once. Twice. Then a third time. His guttural sounds drew me into a world of my own, imagining a massive beast claiming me as his mate.
When he issued three more, the explosiveness of my nerve endings was like a searching jolt of red-hot heat, stifling my breath as well as every coherent thought.
I jerked up, clinging to the pillows and my mouth open, ready for a strangled scream.
But there was only a whisper, as if the harsh punishment had stolen everything from me, including my last resolve. I crumpled down, waiting for the next round, my chest rising and falling.
Killer brushed his fingertips across my skin, crawling onto the bed and leaning down. Very slowly he raked his hand through my hair, exposing my tearstained face. “Four more. Then, we fuck you.”
This was the promise I so desperately wanted to hear. I held my breath as he gave the four, one coming after the other. The pain was brutal, yet I was almost immediately rushed into a sublime bliss.
I was vaguely aware the spanking was over until I found myself standing, being led to a blank wall and a corner. They were actually making me stand in a corner?
“You need time to reflect on those hefty sins of yours,” Zacon stated in the most dominating manner.
I almost laughed. Who were they kidding? I snappe
d my head around, finding Talyn’s eyes and the stern look on his face. Nope. They weren’t kidding at all.
“Fifteen minutes,” Killer stated then walked away. The man freaking walked away.
The other two did as well, leaving me there.
Alone.
By myself.
To think.
To fume.
I was mortified, wanting nothing more than to stomp my foot on the floor. Just like that naughty girl they’d been reminding me of being. I leaned my forehead against the wall, trying to calm my ragged breathing. And my ass hurt! I resisted rubbing but could feel the heat increasing. Sniveling wasn’t going to do anything but give them a reminder that I was a rebellious creature. I could wait for fifteen minutes with ease.
Until after two I almost begged for them to come back, making false promises of being very obedient always. Snorting, I shifted from foot to foot, counting off the seconds.
That turned into minutes.
That seemed to turn into hours.
I heard nothing. No sounds that registered. Had they left me here? No. They wouldn’t do that. There were here, watching. Waiting.
I palmed the wall, inhaling until the combined scents of their sex filled my nostrils, sliding directly into my bloodstream. Goosebumps immediately popped along my arms, sliding down my chest to my tummy, sizzling my already soaked pussy. “I want you. All of you. I need you, crave you.”
The slight growl one of them made gave them all away, so husky and barbaric in nature. They were going to devour me.
“Come here, little human,” Zacon commanded, the raspy tone full of exasperation.
Turning, I moved ever so slowly toward them, studying their scrumptious and very naked bodies until a haze formed over my eyes from the intense desire. The moment I came close enough, Talyn reached out, yanking me into the center of them.
“Keep your eyes closed. If you open them, the evening will end,” Killer stated as he cupped both sides of my face, gently rubbing his thumb across my lips. He lowered his head, pressing kisses on my cheek, brushing his lips toward my mouth. I darted out my tongue, tasting him, savoring every drop of a brute with a heart of gold.
Killer exhaled then released me, dragging his gaze all the way the way down. “Close them now, little girl.”
I did as I was told.
But that wasn’t enough. As a blindfold was placed around my head, a slight trickle of apprehension slipped into my mind.
“Trust. You need to learn to trust us,” Zacon said. His usual brusque manner had disappeared, paving way to perhaps a more romantic side.
I resisted reaching out. “I do trust you, all of you.”
“Relax and enjoy, our little mate. You are everything to us.” Talyn’s words were so heartfelt and full of joy. “Keep your arms at your sides for now.”
“Yes. Okay,” I whispered.
A quick pinch of my nipple, the tender flesh being twisted was enough of a reminder.
“Yes, sirs!”
I heard Zacon chuckle, but his voice sounded so far away.
“Oh...” Rough hands fondled me, stroking my skin, fingers pinching my nipples. I could hear the sound of rustling, knew they were moving. Changing positions. I was at a loss at first, uncertain of whose fingers were pinching my aching buds or tickling my clit. I thought I could tell them apart so easily, but even their sensual scents had melded together, becoming one incredible fragrance.
Hands pulled my legs apart, another cupping my mound and still another wiggling fingers between my ass cheeks. “Mmm...” I finally lifted my arm, longing to brush my fingers down five thick, long cocks.
“None of that. We’re going to teach you our rules one way or the other.”
“Yes, sir.” As the fondling continued, fingers spreading apart my most forbidden hole, others thrusting in and out of my pussy, I let the remainder of my steel mask fall away. They owned the girl as well as the warrior, the very one who would be the mother of their children.
I succumbed to them. Mouths licked and sucked my hardened buds. Others bit down before lips brushed across my stomach. I freed myself of my self-imposed chains as lips pressed against mine, tongues darting inside to taste my sweet essence.
When I was laid onto my back, my legs spread wide open and held with a firm grip, I couldn’t help but emit scattered moans. I heard several of the most delicious roguish noises as one man licked me then another, keeping me on the very edge. I wanted to come. I was so ready to come.
Fingers pushed past my pussy lips, probing and plunging in and out. I couldn’t tell where one man began, or another ended. “Oh, God. Oh...”
A tip of a cock was slid back and forth across my lips and my master allowed me to dart out my tongue. The pre-cum was so sweet, a reward. I opened my mouth wider, begging silently to be able to suck the entire shaft.
Another cock was slapped against my cheek then stuffed into my mouth. I sucked greedily, swirling my tongue back and forth. Seconds later, another cock filled my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat. Both were smooth, ribbed only with thick and pulsing veins. When the third was slipped past my lips, I almost disobeyed, wrapping my hand around the base.
Hot breath was blown across my pussy then a tongue licking all the way up and down before driving deep inside.
I was lost in such extreme pleasure, the love and tenderness so completely different. The bond we shared would never be broken.
Not by man.
Not by beast.
As an orgasm ripped through me, catching me completely off guard, I lifted my head, screaming to the very heavens. “Oh!” I panted, fire rushing through every cell. Tongues continued licking, fingers sliding in and out as a wave crashed over me, leaving me shaking from the intensity.
Before I had a chance to catch my breath, a cock replaced fingers, thrusting in and out.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” The sounds pushed up from my throat as the fucking became more like a predatory taking, a man claiming his mate. I yanked my legs up, struggling not to touch. Everything was like a dream, a wild and raucous trip into fantasy land.
The strokes became harder, faster and I clenched my muscles around the very thick invasion. The cock filled me so completely, spreading me wide open. “Fuck me. Yes. Yes. Yes!” Another orgasm ripped through me, the electricity soaring.
He continued pounding into me, skin slapping against skin. So big. So...
I heard my lover’s ragged animal-like sounds and knew he was close to coming. We moved together as one, his body hovering over mine, our two hearts racing together. As he came, exploding into me, he roared like the wild beast he’d become.
I tipped my head to the side, trying to catch my breath, smiling until hands tugged me away, rolling me on top of another lover. His cock slipped easily inside and as he dug his fingers into my hips, pulsing me up and down, I lost my will, palming his chest. There was no admonishment, just the most glorious sounds of a man in desperate need.
And suddenly, I no longer cared who was fucking me. I craved all three of them equally. As I rode the beautiful cock, one that filled me so completely, I knew there was no place I’d rather be.
Hands pushed me up, fingers finding my dark hole once again and barely three seconds later, my asshole was spread wide open as another thick, hard, and throbbing cock slid in inch by inch.
This was as close to heaven as I knew I’d ever come.
Pure magic.
* * *
One month later
Destiny.
Star light, star bright...
I remembered my mother saying the beautiful phrase from a very old children’s rhyme, although I couldn’t remember even a single additional word.
“My lovely mate is staring up at the stars as usual. I wonder what you’re wishing for.”
I smiled, hearing Killer’s voice behind me; the rugged huskiness would forever give me a chill. “I already have my wish.”
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. “Wh
y do I the distinct feeling you’re teasing me now?”
“My husband believes he knows me that well, I see.”
“I know everything about you. Feisty. Disobedient. A troublemaker.”
“That’s not fair!” I couldn’t help but laugh. He was right as usual.
While only one month had gone by, the Earth had moved into another phase: a life without violence, talks of peace prevalent on the telescans. The time the four of us had shared together had been almost perfect, the colony, as well as so many others, filled with sounds of joy and laughter. After all the sorrow, the tears I’d shed over my horrific loss, I’d come to terms with my family’s death. My parents would be happy for me, my father proud. And I knew my baby sister was watching out for me.
“That’s incredibly fair,” he mused, pressing his lips against my cheek. “In fact, I think you need another spanking.”
“Oh, no, you don’t, Killer boy.”
I’d learned so much about the Cenzan planet, the stories both Zacon and Talyn told painting beautiful pictures in my mind. Their culture would remain alive, taught to generations to come, just as the human race would remember their past—both good and bad.
Or so I hoped.
Aliens had arrived on our planet seeking a safe place to live. Instead, so many of us had fought them every step of the way.
Creepers. I smiled at the horrific name, although I knew there were much worse.
In fact, humans and Cenzans weren’t that much different—their joys and sorrows, their hopes and dreams, families and friends almost identical. We wanted to live our lives, enjoying without fear of retaliation or war. Skin color didn’t matter. Eye color brought another beautiful palate of hues. Even our political views were more in line than I’d ever imagined.
Two species. One planet. Love had the ability to conquer all differences between time and space.
A smile crossed my face as I snuggled next to one of the men I was so desperately in love with. My only sadness was the haunted look that remained in Killer’s eyes. While I knew he loved me, sharing in every happy time, I’d never seen him truly grieve over the loss of his wife and child. Nothing I’d said or done had been able to heal the hole in his heart. I prayed that was about to change.
