The Claiming of Sasha [Panther Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

Yes!
She’d finally get what she wanted. As soon as she was naked, he walked her toward her desk. From the way he was clasping her arms, he sat in her armless desk chair.

He lifted her legs and deposited her belly down on his lap. “Whoa.” She hadn’t meant for that to escape.

His huge cock dug into her belly, but she didn’t mind. To keep from falling off, she widened her legs.

“Do as I say, not as you wish.”

Something much harder and flatter than a hand landed on her ass. Streaks of pain shot up and down her spine making her breath lodge in her throat for a second. “What the hell was that? Master.”

He rubbed her ass for a moment. “It’s a paddle. You complained that my hand wasn’t enough for you.”

That was true. She had begged for more heat.

“Do you want more?” His voice came out rough.

She couldn’t believe it when he slipped a finger in her pussy. She clenched her butt at the unexpected intrusion. “Yes.” He knew how to elicit the needed response that was for sure.

The next whack heated her ass so much that tears formed in her eyes.

“You forgot to say master.”

Fuck.
“Sorry, Master.”

He massaged her rear. “I can see Danny and I have a lot of work cut out for us.”

Joy streaked through her. His comment implied he planned to stay. Realizing she might have the opportunity to love her men forever, her whole body relaxed.

She then remembered to nod. The next three whacks made her ass so sore that she wasn’t sure she could handle much more, but, boy, did her pussy rejoice. Contractions raced down her inner walls, and she wanted his cock so bad, she nearly begged.

She tensed for the next blow, but more plastic crinkled. Then lube scented the air. If he planned on taking her in the ass, he’d have to have her bend over the desk. When paper tore, she became confused, but she was willing to wait to see what he was going to do.

A cold piece of plastic touched her rear. “A dildo?”
Crap
. Why couldn’t she learn to keep her mouth shut? She’d really wanted his cock.

“Yes, slave. For that outburst, I won’t fuck your ass.”

She ground her teeth together. That wasn’t fair, though that meant he’d pound her pussy until she screamed his name. Trace slipped two large fingers in her pussy and dragged her juices up her crack. He returned his fingers and sunk his thumb into her ass. She clenched.

“What did I say about tightening your ass?”

Damn, but she couldn’t remember anything anymore. She unclenched the best she could, but her ass was still vibrating from the paddling.

“That’s better.” He moved his thumb up and down until the tight muscle began to release. “I want you to stand.”

He dropped the fake cock on the desk, slipped his hands under her body, and stood. To him, she must not weigh much. A human would never be able to lift her so easily.

Once on her feet, he undid the ropes holding her wrists. “Use them on my cock, and I will walk out.”

That was a mean thing to say. This time she didn’t say anything. With her hands free, she felt for the edge of the desk and grabbed hold.

He widened her stance with his feet. “Keep them open. I want to fuck your ass with this dildo and then come in your pussy.”

She couldn’t wait. The thought of having two cocks in her had her pulse racing. While she’d heard the lore about how men’s bodies changed when they were with their mate, she was positive the same thing was happening to her. Ever since she met Danny and Trace, there was an undeniable pull that she could no longer deny.

The peach scent of the lube once more wafted up to her. He must be getting the dildo ready.

“Your ass has calmed down a bit. If you clench, I’ll have to spank you again.”

“Yes, Master. Please do.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad to see you’re beginning to understand your role.”

As much as he seemed to enjoy her being a submissive, she thought a lot of it was an act. If it wasn’t, she was good with that, too. She’d been strong her whole life, and it was nice to let a man give her some direction. Not any man, though, just one that was going to be with her for life.

He wormed his index finger into her darkened hole, and she dropped her head and bit her lip to keep from tensing. The sensations were pleasant but didn’t compare to having a cock in her pussy.

As if he could read her mind, he pressed on her clit and rubbed it back and forth. “Oh, God, Master. That feels so good.”

Trace stepped back.
Oh, shit
. Surely he wasn’t going to punish her for saying something felt wonderful. One moment, the plastic rustled and the next he placed a gag over her mouth.

“Now let me fuck you the right way.”

Her hairs sizzled with desire. Being this helpless fueled a lust so strong she almost climaxed without his touch. Dear God, but she was a molten mess around this man. Never before had she wanted to be controlled, but with Trace, it seemed so right.

This time he pressed two fingers into her ass, and she tightened her rear.
Damn
. The slight pinch had made her arch her back, too. Once more, he stepped back and the expectant blow across her cheeks sent a quick shot of pain down her legs but was replaced with total bliss a moment later when her pussy got blasted with the carnal lust. Stars formed behind her eyes.

“Nice and red. Let’s try this again.”

He probably was losing patience with her, but it wasn’t like she was trying to be bad. Instead of widening her ass with his fingers, he pressed the dildo against her puckered hole. Excitement at the novel event had tiny sparks shooting up her spine. A slight twisting motion got the object past the tight ring. Holding her breath, she kept her rear loose, even though the spanking had the desired effect of making her muscles almost too tired to clench.

Trace leaned over her body, and with his right hand, cupped her tit. “I love these. I’m sorry I didn’t get to suck on them enough, but don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about them.”

She hoped he’d touch them some more. If she hadn’t had the gag in her mouth, she might have responded.

He rolled her nipple between his fingers, causing extreme pleasure to ripple down her body.
Yes!
As he worked the dildo into her ass, he moved from one breast to the other, getting them tenderer with each pass. She loved how the tips sizzled with desire every time he pinched her nipples. As soon as the dildo reached the end, he pulled it out part way and drove it in again. This time, he must have hit some unknown nerves because the thrill made her pussy all wet.

“You like that, slave?”

She nodded her head.

“Good. I have another surprise for you.”

He pulled her to a stand and turned her around. The cock in her ass hit new nerves.
Oh, my
.

The plastic crinkled again and paper ripped. She wished he’d let her see, but she had to admit the excitement of the unknown made their loving time together so nice.

“These are nipple clamps. I know how much you love to have pressure on your tits.”

She nodded several times. While she’d never worn them before, she’d seen them in Tanya’s store and had been tempted to try them. The clamp bit into her skin, and she jerked upward.

“Is that too much?” His hand rested on the clip as if he’d remove it if she asked.

She shook her head. She loved pain, and this was perfect.

He added the second one, and together it seemed like there was a charge between them. Something cold touched her stomach, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Soon she found out. It was a chain, and when he tugged on it, her nipples were pulled downward. The ache caused more tears to form and her stomach to flutter, but she inhaled to relish the sensations darting through her.

“Now, I want your pussy.”

Please lick me
. While she had no telepathic abilities, she hoped he’d understand. The fact she thrust her pussy out at him hopefully would give him the clue.

He cupped her between her legs. “Seems like someone wants to get fucked.”

Once more, she nodded and added a moan. She had no idea what came over her, but she reached out and miraculously was able to grab his cock before he got out of the way. She thought he’d pull back, but he let her discover him all over again. After she pumped her hand up and down three times, he grabbed her wrist and placed her hands back on the desk.

“If you didn’t need your hands to balance, trust me I’d tie you up so you couldn’t move.” Just the way his words came out slow and rich made her body convulse with pleasure.

He wedged her legs wider and dipped three fingers up her wet hole. The relief was glorious, but she wanted more. Her moans came out stronger and stronger.

“If I weren’t so fucking weak, I’d lick you dry, but I need you too much.”

Thank God
.

Foil ripped, leading her to believe he was donning a condom. He butted the tip of his cock against her pussy and grabbed hold of the chain attached to her nipples. Trace tugged the metal downward and drove his cock into her at the same time. At that moment, she knew she would do everything in her power to keep this man.

“Jesus, Sasha. You are so fucking sweet.”

His size surprised her even though it shouldn’t have. She’d made love to him the last time they were together. Maybe tying her up had made him extra hard and needy. She could only hope. He held still, probably to let her readjust to his massive size.

He dropped his head on her back and took hold of the gag. When he pulled, her head lifted, and she let out a gurgled sound from the odd angle. Off came the gag and he let it drop to the ground. The relief was nice, but she had liked the restriction. “Blindfold, Master?”

He rubbed her arms as if he was thinking about whether he wanted her to see. The blindfold disappeared.

“Better?”

“Yes, Master.”

One of his hands dropped to her waist to hold her steady while the other tugged on the chain. Colored lights burst behind her lids as blood raced in her veins. He reached under her and removed the device. At first she was about to complain that she liked having it on, but the moment he pinched her highly sore nipples, she understood that the purpose of the device might have been to make them more sensitive.

He rubbed the tips and pulled them taut. “Ah. Yes. More. Please, Master, fuck me harder.” She wanted to feel his cock take her and him become her master.

That must have been the right thing to say because he pulled out his dick and went right back in, this time pounding her pussy hard. With each pass, the force of his thrusts increased. The pressure built and made her dizzy with desire. Never once did he let up plucking her nipples and rubbing them. The ache heated her up to a point where she stood on the edge of her climax and her muscles burned. She tightened her stomach as a strong electric current made a web over her body.

“Come for me, slave.” His strangled voice did her in.

On the next plunge, her body ignited and flooded her with ecstasy. Her climax drowned her in blissful desire.

“Yes, yes, yes, Master!”

With both hands he grabbed her nipples and twisted them. Her brain lost focus and her pussy exploded. His cock expanded and drenched the condom with his cum. The pulses stretched her to the max, and his feral yell excited her.

Trace wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his face on her back. “What you do to me can’t be described.”

She smiled. This had to be one of the best moments in her life.

A rather loud tapping sounded on the door. She giggled. “Ignore whoever it is. They’ll go away.”

“I’m afraid not. It’s Danny.”

Trace pulled out and tapped her butt. He dropped the condom in the trash and donned his pants. As if it was an everyday occurrence, he walked out to the store. She hoped he was right in recognizing his brother.

There was small bath off her office, and she took the opportunity to clean herself and get dressed. As soon as she put on her boots, she rushed out.

Danny stood there with a grin on his face. “Hey, beautiful.”

There shouldn’t be an inch of her body that could be stimulated, but seeing Danny turned her on. What was up with that? If these men were to be her mates, she needed to get herself under control or chance having her business run amok.

“Hi. How did the sparring go?”

“Fantastic. I worked out so hard that I need some grub. Looks like you two used up a few calories yourself.”

Damn
. One bad thing about shifters was that they had a great sense of smell. “We did.”

Trace stepped behind her and clasped her to his chest. The warmth seeped through her clothes and straight to her heart.

He kissed the top of your head. “Can you get away for another hour?”

They’d probably been in the back room for that long. “Sure.” One day without revenue wouldn’t kill her. “The Highlander’s Café is close. It’s good and fast.”