The wrench of thick cloth being tied about her left ankle alerted her. A towel, she thought. Bondage.
Her last attempt at mutiny by moving her free foot failed abysmally as he trapped it and dragged it miles from the other one. It was fastened to an anchor point, tying her bent over with her legs spread well apart. She could feel how open her entrance was, how wet she’d become, knew it for sure when he swiped his hand over her then on the back of her thigh.
Mmm. Bondage. This was exactly right. Nice. She smiled and relaxed, slumping onto the soft bed. Waiting.
“We’re not fucking you until we take that rebel out of you,” Vargr announced. “You need a red butt to teach you not to fuckin’ kick me.”
Oops.She tensed, tried to shift her head. Rutger only chuckled.
“Bad girl,” he whispered as the belt struck. Cyn gasped and tried to jerk away but nothing moved except one ankle.
“Ten from me. Ten from him.” Another lash of the belt across both cheeks of her ass, and she swore a few bad curses, possibly called him things she’d regret since Rutger tut-tutted at her.
By the tenth she was whining and figured she’d have ankle bruises from the involuntary flinching. They hurt and she could heal anything, but they still hurt.
She hugged the bed as they swapped places—Vargr moving up to pin her hands and head, Rutger sliding off and picking up the belt. Nothing more she could do. The fuckers.
She liked this though, the forced lack of choice. God, she loved it. Even with all the pain her clit was throbbing.
“Jeez. You have tentacles in your ass already.”
Oh noes. Her brow wrinkled. She’d forgotten.
“Goingintoyour asshole? That gives a man such good ideas.” The leather belt caressed her nearby, and it licked over where Vargr had beaten her. She eyerolled. “If I hear you swear at me, I do double.” He waited. She held her tongue. “No protests? Good. I know you won’t even hurt by tomorrow, so I feel absolutely zero remorse for making you yelp.”
The amusement in his tone made her both want to swear and strangely love him for it. “Do it,” she muttered. “Assholes.”
“Did she just curse?”
Vargr chortled, then laughed louder. “Yes.”
“Fuck it. So be it then.”
The smack and subsequent fire on her skin of the belt landing went on for ages, just as he’d told her. Each stroke said to her,I own you. I own you. I fucking own you.
The pain climbed, throbbing deeper with the pulse of her blood.
She wanted this so much more than she’d ever realized, though it sent thoughts spiraling as she sank deeper into the moment, wondering if she’d done this before somewhere in that lost past.
The next thrash of the belt tore across her. She yelped loudly.
But she held back the curses, jammed her mouth shut, swore only to herself, even when she tried to jerk away. For the last ten, he lessened the force. The last two he interrupted by squeezing fingers inside her.
“Your cunt likes this.” He bit her ass, held on with his big teeth. The pain savaged her, slowly unraveled her. She whined, whimpered, trembled.
Even after all he’d done, she found herself arching her butt toward him as he pushed those fingers higher. A quiet moan parted her lips. Her eyes shuttered. The instincts of sex never failed, and she panted and buried her head in the cover when he was done and extracted his fingers.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
Still smarting, she heard Rutger begin to undress, and she peered out one-eyed. Vargr wore a crooked smile that twisted his mouth. The mattress gave as Rutger rested a knee on the bed. The blue eyes of this beast dared her to speak. The solid blue of the old damaged eye-socket made him ever more fearsome.
A fine dust of motes falling from his horns created a curtain of fairy-dust surrealness she thought neither of the beasters could see.
It underlined his power. She’d just been thrashed by a god-monster. Between her legs pulsed that unrequited ache.
“You’re getting some of this.” His erect cock was before her, and she stared, eyes wide as they’d go. Thorny? This was spiked, and big, and Rutger had a wicked grin that said he planned to stick it in her soon. “Why are you so ornery?”
She wet her lips and contemplating lying but decided that was a step too far. “Because I like it. I like goading you both. I’m never going to be a pushover.” Her thighs squeezed in. She’d never beg.
