Brande returned shakily to the cushion, squeezing her thighs together, feeling raw and needy. The two men thrust into the helpless girl as tears dotted her long lashes and dew covered the commander’s large cock.
Evston tipped his head back and sucked in a breath as he came, pumping deep in Melsint’s throat. The girl’s eyes bulged and her face reddened, but she sucked and swallowed until he pulled free.
“Thank you, Sir,” she rasped after she caught her breath. She did not make eye contact with Brande, but kept her eyes open while Rocurt gripped her ass and pinned her down to the barrel with his pounding.
A thin wail escaped her, and her body jerked as she found her orgasm.
“Mmm, that’s it. Milk my cock, kitten.” Rocurt tipped his head back and growled as he thrust sharp and deep and spilled his seed into her.
His breath was harsh and the loudest sound in the room for several moments. Then Rocurt stepped back, glancing down fondly at his wife’s well used body. He smiled.
Brande glanced up to find that Evston was stroking Melsint’s hair as she sniffled.
“You did very well, pet,” Ev said softly.
“Thank you,” Melsint said, sniffling and shaking.
Rocurt reached down and peeled her off the barrel, cuddling her in his big arms like she was nothing more than a doll. He sat for a moment, kissing and petting her until she settled.
There was such love and affection mixed into their hedonistic sex play that Brande felt a wave of tenderness for all of them. She crossed her arms across her chest, embracing herself.
“Cold?” Evston asked, tapping a com to raise the temperature. “Up,” he said.
She stood before him and shivered reflexively.
“Arms at your sides.”
She dropped her arms, exposing her breasts to him. His thumb grazed her nipple and then he palmed her breast, slowly squeezing.
A ripple of lust curled through her.
“Are you ready for your turn?” he asked, studying her face.
She swallowed and nodded. She’d been playing games with him before, but now she felt something deeper. The way Melsint had completely surrendered to things had moved Brandese.
She knew from past experiences that discipline could excite her and make her pleasure more intense, but the thought of completely letting go had been impossible early on. Now, she felt differently. Could she completely surrender? Would it feel wonderful to do so? She suspected it might.
Evston stroked her lips with his thumb. He walked to the playroom bed and sat on the end of it. “We’ll begin here.”
She nodded and joined him, draping herself over his lap. He slapped each cheek, then kneaded them, easing the sting away. He repeated the action several times until her flesh warmed to it. Then the pace and force increased, the edge of pain beginning, along with a deep throb between her legs.
Her breath shortened, and she raised her head enough to see that Melsint was lying on her side on the couch, watching. Brande dropped her gaze, her face warming with embarrassment. She knew it was fair for Melsint to witness her subjugation, but it added to complex emotions coursing through her.
The bite of the spanking intensified, and she squirmed, nearly tipping herself onto the floor. Evston’s steadying hand held her in place by the hip.
“Raise your ass, pet.”
She shook her head, sinking her teeth into her full bottom lip.
Evston gripped her buttock and squeezed, making her writhe. “Do you need to be mounted on the spanking bench?”
“Maybe,” she said softly. Restraints did seem to make things easier. There was no war with herself to be still when she was tied down.
Evston lifted her as he stood and carried her to the bench. He positioned her on it and then stroked her back.
“You broke a promise to me, pet. Offer yourself for punishment.”
She raised her bottom, her heart hammering at the mixed emotions she felt.
