“Saige.” Keir’s voice was gentle but compelling. “Look into my eyes. Now look into Khaun’s. This is what the love a male has for his mate looks like. It’s tender, and it’s warm, like the love you saw when we looked at Aurora – but along with it comes a healthy dose of raw lust.”
“We want to cherish you and protect you,” Khaun chimed in, “But we also want to dominate you. There’s a fever raging inside both of us, a savage need to possess you. To hear you scream our names as you wrap your legs around our bodies and rake your nails down our backs.”
“You’ve been teased and aroused without your consent,” Keir declared. “You’ve been spanked and dominated. But you’ve never been teased and aroused and dominated until you explode in a shattering climax – by someone who loves you.
“You can fight it, fight the aching hunger inside you.” He shot her a wicked grin. “But there are two of us. Two hot, hungry males madly in love with you, eager to savor every inch of you. We’ll go on as long as it takes. Lick you, suck you, finger you until you’re frantic for release. You can fight it. But, this time, you’re not going to win.”
Chapter Twelve
Saige
“It’s not your fault. It was never your fault,” Khaun assured her. “The shame was never yours to bear. You were a young girl, grieving your loss. You were taken advantage of by an older male, someone whose job it was to take care of you. He aroused your body. Teased and tantalized you while he tormented you. Taught you to respond to mastery and pain.”
“But you’re not that helpless, vulnerable young girl anymore. You’re a full-grown woman, with two dominant males in your bed who love you. You belong to us, now. We know what you want – and, more important, what you need. We’re going to spank you until you’re dripping wet. Then we’re going to take turns licking your pussy. Once you’re panting and moaning, I’m going to make you get on your hands and knees and suck my cock while Keir is behind you, sliding his finger deep inside your ass.”
Saige shuddered and bit off a cry. They’d be shocked to discover how much those words excited her.
Khaun shook his head. “No, my love. We’re not shocked. We’re thrilled. We love to dominate you – and you love being dominated. There’s no shame in that.”
Her eyes widened. She hadn’t said a word out loud. Apparently their damn Bond worked both ways.
He narrowed his eyes, and when he went on, his voice had a bite in it. “Yes, little human, you can’t hide any more. From now on, you will always tell us the truth – or you’ll be punished. That’s rule number one. Rule number two,” he went on, “is that you will obey our every command. Promptly, without question or argument – or you’ll be punished.”
“Rule number three.” Keir joined in. “Your body belongs to us now. Whether we tell you to get on your knees and suck our cocks or bend over the bed and spread the cheeks of your ass apart so we can tongue it, you will do as you are told immediately – or you’ll be punished.”
She couldn’t deny it. She loved the dark intensity in their voices. It fed the forbidden desires she’d ruthlessly denied for so long. But she’d spent too many years fighting those desires to give in so easily. “And I’m just expected to agree to all this? No input, no discussion?”
Keir slid off the bed, rose to his full height, and crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s right.”
Khaun stood up and stripped off his clothes so he was naked as well. He stepped to his brother’s side, crossed his arms, and gave a single sharp nod.
The gyron poured off them in waves so powerful she could almost see it. Twin warriors, their massive bodies gleaming in the soft crystal light. Cocks jutting out, thick and heavy, demanding to be stroked and sucked. Her breath caught in her throat. Sweet Goddess, they were gorgeous.
She knew she was courting danger. Still, she couldn’t stop herself. “Oh really. And is there a rule number four?” she asked insolently.
The brothers exchanged a glance. “Yes, there is,” Keir replied. “We are your masters. Your only duty is to submit and obey. To experience pleasure when we choose to bestow it. Rule number four: if you try to control your orgasms, you’ll be punished. In fact, from now on, you’re not allowed to come – ever – unless we command you to do so. We will decide when and how – or if – you receive gratification.”
It should have angered her, brought out the stubborn will that had gotten her through the long, lonely years. Instead, his arrogant statement filled her with a strange sense of peace. She didn’t have to spend every moment with them guarding herself, examining her body’s reaction to everything they said and did, judging her reactions, shutting down when it became wildly erotic. For the first time since she could remember, she’d be free to simply feel.
“Now, come here and lie down at the edge of the bed,” he went on. “Raise both legs in the air. Hook your arms around your knees and hold them wide apart. And don’t you dare move unless we tell you to.”
Shaking, she scooted down the bed, lay back, and raised her legs. The position they demanded was so embarrassing, she had to force herself to comply, sliding her arms under her thighs and hooking her knees over her forearms. She’d never felt so vulnerable, every inch of her most private parts on display. But it sent a wicked shiver of arousal deep into her core.
“Yes. That’s the way we want you. With that sweet pussy and your tight little ass open to us.” Keir sat down beside her on the edge of the bed.
Khaun never spoke. He simply knelt on the floor between her legs and bent his head to run his lips along the inside of one thigh. Kissing, licking, biting gently. The heat of his gyron sizzled and surged, melding with the fire on her bottom from their stern spanking. Saige bit her lip, struggling to stay in place without moving.
When Keir reached down to stroke her clit, she let out a moan. The moan became a soft cry as he parted her soft folds and Khaun’s tongue slid between his brother’s fingers. She could feel Keir’s hand holding her apart, while Khaun’s tongue flicked her clit. She wanted to grab his head with both hands, force his mouth over her throbbing bud, and make him suck it. The knowledge she was forbidden to move ramped her desperate need higher.
He may have read her thoughts again because he fastened his lips around it and drew it into his mouth.
“Yes! Oh sweet Goddess, yesyesyes.”
The sharp crack of Khaun’s palm across her bottom came as a shock. She hadn’t realized this position lifted her rear cheeks in the air as well. “Remember, you’re not allowed to come. Not unless we command it.”
The harsh swat coupled with his stern tone sent her fever spiking. Asserting their mastery, Khaun ran his tongue lower, fucking her dripping pussy with it while Keir took over the assault on her swollen clitoris. Stroking it, pinching it lightly between two fingers, then stroking again.
The savage fire raged through her. Saige whipped her head from side to side, whimpering with a need for which she had no words. When Khaun began probing her tight rear entrance with one finger, she cried out and clamped her thighs around his broad shoulders.
“Oh, no.” He wrapped his hands around her legs and flipped her onto her stomach, holding her there while his twin peppered her backside with firm swats.
“You. Will. Not. Move.” Keir punctuated each word with a hard smack. “Disobedient mates get punished.” He rose and headed across the room. “When we get back to Tharon, we’ll have our own equipment for discipline sessions – the oral trainer, of course and a set of anal stimulators for times when you’ve been especially naughty. For now, I remember seeing some things that might be useful in here.”
Anal stimulators when she was especially naughty? His words sent wicked images pouring into her head. Shamefully arousing images. Saige twisted her head to see what he was up to as he began opening drawers below the bar shelf in the cabinet across the room.
“This will do for now.”
He strode back to the bed carrying a black plug and a vial of oil. Slender at the tip, it
widened out along the shaft, narrowing abruptly to end in a curved handle. She breathed a tiny sigh of relief. She’d seen the implements in those drawers. Out of all the items he could have chosen, this was by far one of the less frightening ones.
He sat down beside her on the bed, letting her watch as he rubbed oil onto the shaft. “Your body belongs to us. You will not deny us access to any part of it.” He motioned to his brother. Khaun held her legs apart and Keir drizzled more oil along the cleft between her rear cheeks, then began massaging it around her puckered opening.
She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on breathing. In and out. Trying desperately to block the sensations.
Keir smacked her bottom again, alternating blows from one hot, aching cheek to the other in a rapid rhythm. “I know what you’re doing. I can read your thoughts, remember? You will not shut us out.” His finger began probing again, sliding in and out, coating her back passage with a combination of slick oil and his potent gyron.
Saige thrashed wildly. Khaun tightened his grip on her legs. Keir leaned over and laid his arm across her lower back, pinning her in place. He slid his finger out, gave her two more whacks, then parted her rear cheeks with one hand and began working the plug into her bottom hole with the other. Twisting it, he slid it deeper, stretching her tight opening as the shaft widened.
Saige shuddered. Damn him! Damn them both. She tried to tighten around it, keep it from invading her further. Keir backed the plug out a little then reached underneath her and began stroking her clit while he twisted it in again. A bolt of raw lust shot through her, and she moaned.
“Our little human likes this more than she wants to admit, Brother. Don’t you?” he added, directing his last words to her when she ground her hips against his hand.
She didn’t answer, and he twisted the plug deeper, sliding it in and out. “You like this, don’t you, Saige?”
“No!” She fought back tears.
He stopped fondling her clit to swat her bottom, ran his hand along her dripping folds, and showed her his fingers coated with her slick juices. “You can’t lie to us. We don’t need to see into your mind. We can read your body.”
“I wasn’t lying,” she choked. “I don’t like it. I – I love it.” She burst into tears. “I know it’s wrong, and I’m so ashamed, just please don’t stop. Make me play with myself while you finger my ass. Then fill it with that plug, spank me hard, and tell me what a bad bad girl I am for getting your cock so hard.”
Keir
He froze. She wasn’t with them anymore. She’d gone far away, reliving the past.
Let me try to get through to her, Khaun broke in urgently
“Saige.” His brother’s voice was calm but firm. “You’re not that helpless girl any more. You’re a woman, now, and the cocks you’ve gotten hard are ours, Keir’s and mine. Your mates. Nothing we do together is bad or wrong because we love you and you love us.”
Keir reached down to stroke her clit again, and she let out a loud wail.
“Sssh. It’s all right, my love,” Khaun went on, his tone soothing. “Let go. You’re supposed to get aroused by what we’re doing. It’s natural to have those feelings pouring through you.” His voice dropped, took on a darker note. “You love having your ass played with, and we love doing it. On the night we mate, we’re going to make you bend over the bed. We’re going to spank your sweet little ass until it’s hot and red, and you’re going to love it.”
She’d stopped crying. Khaun sent him a silent message, and he began stroking her clit again. When she moaned softly and rubbed herself against his hand, he went back to twisting the plug, easing it in a little deeper each time.
“We’re going to take turns ravishing you, and you will submit. I will hold you down while Keir rims your ass with his tongue. He’ll run his finger in and out… and then you’ll feel the head of his cock pressing against your tight little hole.”
She moaned louder. Keir took his cue, sliding the plug deeper, stretching her tight opening around its girth.
“You’re going to tell him how much you want him. You’re going to beg him to fuck you. Hard.”
“Yes.” It was barely a whisper. “Please. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”
Keir sat beside her on the bed. His cock pulsed, thick and hot. Her skin was soft and white, coated now with a fine film of sweat that carried her essence. He wanted to lick every inch of her. The slick juices of her pussy dripped onto his hand, working her pheromones into his pores. It took every ounce of his iron will not to replace the plug with his manhood, but he knew it was too soon. Their little human needed to know they wanted her pleasure more than their own.
“He will, my love,’ Khaun replied. “And so will I. We’re going to fuck your ass and fuck your pussy. You’ll take one of us then the other. At first. Then we’ll fuck you together. Claim you, fill you. Make you scream with ecstasy. And you’re going to come.”
Keir pistoned the plug in and out of her back passage, pulling it out almost all the way each time before stretching her sphincter to the limit with the widest part of it. He kept massaging the throbbing bud with the fingers of his other hand, increasing the pressure as she bucked her hips.
Khaun’s voice took on a hard edge. Stern. “Come for us, Saige. We love you. You belong to us now, and you will do as we command. Surrender to your masters. Come. Now.”
She gave a wild cry, torn from the depths of her soul. He felt her pussy gush all over the hand fondling her swollen clit. Keir pulled the plug almost all the way out then rammed the length in as tremors rocked her body. She screamed again, and her tight sphincter spasmed, closing around the narrow base.
Shaking uncontrollably, she burst into tears. He wrapped his arms around her, the plug still lodged deep inside her quivering ass.
Chapter Thirteen
Saige
Eyes squeezed shut, she could still see them. A million tiny slivers of Saige, exploding in a ball of light. Flung into the dark void of the Universe.
I’m gone. Lost. They’ve shattered me.
No, not lost. Not shattered. She’d been found. Made whole again.
The tears took her by surprise. Heart-rending sobs welling up from somewhere inside, so powerful she shuddered uncontrollably. Once it began, she couldn’t seem to stop. The twins cradled her between them as the storm raged.
She cried away the years of pent-up need, cried over feeling pleasure more intense than she’d ever known. She cried for the loss of her parents, who she’d never had a chance to mourn. She’d gone into survival mode when Minister Doud began abusing her, shutting down her grief along with all her other emotions. She cried for the years he stole from her, cried for the dreams she’d had to abandon.
The sobs had turned into sniffles and whimpers when their soothing voices, their soft caresses, finally penetrated. She swiped away the last of the tears, and gave them a tiny smile.
“Please, don’t take offense at my crying. My tears had nothing to do with what happened just now – and at the same time they had everything to do with it. I’ve never had such an intense experience. It’s been so long, I didn’t think I could ever climax again. That was – that was incredible. I thank the Goddess who sent you to me."
“As we thank our Sacred Ones every day for bringing you into our lives.” Khaun smiled gently at her.
She smiled back at him. “You’ve both given me so much pleasure, I want to give to you now.”
Keir cocked the ridge where his eyebrow would have been and gave her a leer that made her giggle. “What did you have in mind?”
“May I…” She paused, suddenly overcome with shyness. “May I suck your cock, my lord? I want so much to please you. Both of you,” she added, putting one hand on Khaun’s chest.
He covered it with his own, slid it down to his groin. “You want this?”
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, already iron-hard and pulsing. It was smooth and hot, a deeper purple than the rest of his body. So thick she couldn’t close her f
ingers completely around it. Veins bulged under the skin. She traced one with her thumb. “Yes. I want it. I want to lick you and suck you. Taste you, the way you’ve both tasted me.”
He closed his eyes, and his hand tightened around hers. Gyron sizzled on her palm. She welcomed the dark heat, let it flow into her pores.
Keir slid off the bed and stood up. “Come here.” He wrapped her hair around his palm and pushed her to her knees. Khaun took his place across from his brother, with her between them.
They were definitely identical twins, down to the long thick shafts jutting out below their lean, chiseled torsos. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with more gyron. Taking one cock in each hand, she stroked the length of it and was rewarded with two low groans. Emboldened, she started a slow rhythm.
Ever the dominant, Keir refused to let her take charge. He grabbed her head with both hands, shoving it down on his cock. She opened her mouth to take him in, struggling to handle his girth as he pumped his hips forward. His raw mastery sent a shocking thrill through her. He tasted… oooh!
Saige stopped struggling and swirled her tongue over the tip, licking a drop of pre-cum. Maybe it was the surge of gyron at work, but his cum tasted different than it had before. Like a chocolate-colored fruit she bit into once at an open-air spice market on Namindia. Beneath the musky saltiness it carried a hint of something hot and spicy, yet sweet. Something that had her craving another taste.
Maybe it was the Bond they now shared making the experience so much more intense.
Maybe it was love.
“You want more?” This time it was Khaun’s voice, rough with need. He’d been in her head, reading her thoughts. She was learning to recognize the sensation.
Mastering Their Mate: a Sci-Fi Alien Dark Romance (Tharan Warrior Menage Book 4) Page 8
