“And you like getting your ass beaten and this? Being held down?” With Vargr still holding her, he added his hand, pressed her head to the bed. “Soon, we’ll fuck you without mercy.” She said nothing, wondering if he saw theyesin her stare. He curled a lock of her hair over his finger, rolled it out, then arrangedit over her eye, sweetly, as if he were flower arranging. “Pretty thing.”
Beyond him, Vargr looked to be waiting for her answer.
She grimaced, pursed her mouth. “In a way, yes.”
In every way, yes.
Every lash of the belt had spelled out ownership in perfect stripes of pain. As for being held, it turned her mind into a mess of nothing except for a need to be fucked into the ground.
“We’ll speak on this more, later. Lucky for you, I like beating a penitent female’s ass.”
“Penitent?” she tripped on the word, frowned. “Never.”
“You will be.” He rose. “You must have shackles of some sort for the humans?”
“In my pack.” Vargr adjusted his fingers in her hair, and he nodded in the direction of the pile.
“Good.”
“You stirred the wrong beasters, Cyn.”
“I wanted to.”
“I can see that. Feel it too, in the middle of where you booted me, female.”
Oh, but that had felt good too. She wanted to purr, remembering the violence of that kick. Lovely violence. Her strange hunger soared. Nothing to eat though, or not yet.
When Rutger returned with the cuffs, her hands were hauled down until she bent at the elbows. They were attached to the sides of the collar she still wore. She found herself left with no way to rise, floundering if she tried to push up from the bed. Though she strained to get free, her ankles refused to budge.
She considered poking out her tongue at them.
“That works.” Vargr nodded and he knee-walked over the mattress to her, letting her see his cock as he held both sides of her head. Then he put his cock to her mouth.
To bite or not to bite.
At the same moment as she refused to open her mouth, Rutger pressed his cock to her pussy and began to penetrate her. His girth stretched her in tiny, excruciating increments. To crave both more of him, and less, was insane. Her fingers flexed as she tried to grapple with something she could not reach.
“Now you feel it.” Rutger’s amusement was clear.
“Fuck!” Whatever those spikes were, they felt like bone-covered-flesh. The flick as each breached her entrance and shunted deep made her stutter in her breathing. Another harder thrust made her grunt.
Vargr glared down at her. “Open.”
“Is she not letting you in? Open or I fuck you here next.” His thumb pushed into her asshole then breached her last resistance. “Which, girl?” He screwed it back and forth.
The feel of both, back there, made her struggle to interpret what was up or down.
“Uh!” She ducked her head but Vargr pinched the angle of her mouth, tilted her, made her open wide, and pushed inside.
“Fuck, yes.” He grunted and thrust over her tongue, back and forth, and her teeth scraped at his cock, but it only seemed to spur him to go faster.
Meanwhile Rutger’s cock had rammed in, past where seemed sane or possible.
“Uhhh!” Her muscles spasmed as she became desperate, and he halted.
“There, huh? Not here?” Another slow push.
“No!” she bubbled that out past the cock occupying her tongue.
