I crawl over to him, but a flutter of apprehension in my gut slows me. Thisismeant to be a punishment and Reznik is pure, brutal strength. If hecanspank me, he could hurt me.
"Spark," he chides. But he must see the flicker of worry in my eyes, because he twists on the bed and cups my chin in one big, clawed hand. He presses his forehead to mine and nuzzles his nose against mine. "Never more than you can stand, Lucy. That's not the type of men we are. Yellow, we slow down. Red, we stop. Like always."
Always. Selfish creature that I am, I want always and forever with these demonkin and wish, not for the first time, that we’d met under far different circumstances. After what I’ve done and with the suffocating knowledge of what Khadyr will do to me, I know I’ll never have that with them. Not always. Just this time. Not forever. Just tonight.
If all I get is tonight, they’ll get me as they always should have: wholly me, no doubts, no hesitation.
I swallow around the hard knot in my throat and nod. He stands and scoops me up into his strong arms. I'm confused for a moment until he sits down on the low ottoman, turns me so my back is pressed against his chest, and wraps my legs around his hips.
Yaelyn takes us in with darkened eyes before he steps forward, captures my mouth in a consuming kiss, then lowers me to the floor. I brace on my forearms and tense when I hear a crack. But that definitely wasn't Reznik's hand on my ass. And then a thick finger thrusts inside my soaking core and I buck against him. Clawless. He bit his claw off so he wouldn't hurt me.
"I thought–"
"Shush, Spark. And take the punishment I give you," he says, soft but stern, as he pumps his finger inside me. He kneads one of the globes of my ass, letting me feel the points of his claws with every squeeze.
"Fuck," Yaelyn groans, watching us.
"In the chair where she can see you," Rez commands. "Work yourself. Show her the cock she's going to have to earn with good behavior." He gives my ass another squeeze and plunges his finger inside me, making me cry out. "You're going to be a good girl for us, aren't you, little thief?"
"Y-yes!" I gasp.
"Good. Now count."
The hand that was massaging my ass comes down hard on my skin with a sharp crack. My cunt clenches around his finger and I moan. Fuck, my assstings,but I love it.
"Lucy," Reznik warns, but his voice is even, not pained from harming me. Because he hasn't, not truly. Not in a way I didn't want.
"O-one," I stammer.
"Dark fucking gods," Yaelyn grits out, fisting himself. "Mischief, you have no idea how hot you two look. You like his finger in your cunt while he spanks you?"
I look up at my incubus. He sprawls before me in all his glory, like a lazy, lustful god, rubbing his thumb through the pearly precum at the crown of his cock. I manage a shaky grin. "Don't know. I think I need to feel it again to be sure."
"Menace," Rez mutters, his hand coming down hard and fast, pinking one side of my ass, then the other with four stinging swats that make my cunt squeeze him even harder. He isn't using more than the smallest fraction of his strength, just enough for the most delicious ache to set in.
"Two-three-four-five," I pant.
"Answer Yaelyn, Lucy. Do you like my finger in your cunt while I spank you?" He curls that finger inside me, stroking against the spot that makes me squirm and whimper in his lap. He's hard beneath me and I writhe against him, trying to find the friction I so desperately need. "Lucy, I asked you a question."
"Yes!" I cry out.
"Good girl," he murmurs, massaging my ass once more. The next five spanks come fast and my skin heats, each swat stinging more than the last. Tears spring to my eyes and spill down my cheeks, not from the pain but from... from release? I'm not absolved of my crimes, not by these men and not by myself, but as I squirm in Reznik’s lap, I feel lighter, like some of my sins have been cleansed away.
I count out the spanks, my voice watery.
I feel Reznik pause, feel the slide of his finger as he draws it out of me. "Spark?"
Yaelyn meets my eyes, a peaceful smile on his face. "She's okay, Rez. She's stronger than she looks."
The demon rubs slow circles on my back. "Need to hear it from you, Lucy."
How do I put into words how I feel? Like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, that each sharp crack and answering cry is a form of catharsis I didn't know I needed? But they did. My demonkin knew. This isn't a punishment, not by a longshot. This is a homecoming.
"More," I breathe.
"Five more, little thief."
Rez slicks his finger through my folds, brushing my clit, and I jolt against him. When the next spank comes, I buck hard against his hand and pleasure spirals through me.
