While Talon was the only one who had access to my thoughts through our shifter bond, Cade had an innate, instinctual ability to sense what my body and mind needed. He always knew when I needed more and when I had reached the end of what I could take. It allowed me to relinquish control to him, to trust that he would know exactly how to handle me.
Talon slipped behind me, sitting on the couch so he was straddling my ass and untied my wrists. He adjusted the rope, looping it around my torso again and securing it neatly at my back. My arms were finally free. I stretched them gratefully, the ache in my shoulders easing after being restrained for so long.
Ryker moved between my legs, kneeling on the floor and spreading my thighs wide. He slid my underwear off, and I tried to stay still and open despite feeling so exposed and self-conscious. They looked at each other, nodding in silent agreement. About what, I wasn’t sure, but Ryker then dove in,licking and sucking at my core with a fervent need.
The pure pleasure after enduring so much discomfort only made the sensations more intense. My fingers speared through Ryker's hair, my head rolled back against Talon’s chest, and I didn’t bother trying to stifle the sounds that escaped me, letting every moan, groan, and whimper pour freely from my lips.
As my orgasm built, I ground myself against Ryker’s face, trying to find more friction. I lost myself in Talon’s touch as he lightly pinched my nipples and tugged on my hair.
Behind me, Talon said, “Ryker,” and suddenly Ryker stopped abruptly, just as Talon pinched my nipples harshly, twisting them with a stinging pain and pulling my hair sharply. The pain was so sudden, and the loss of pleasure so abrupt, that my orgasm withered and died before it could bloom.
I looked between them in confusion, brows knitted and eyes wide, until Ryker’s chuckle and sharp grin told me what I needed to know. My shoulders sank in disappointment, and I groaned in frustration, looking at Cade pleadingly.
“Please,” I begged, needing release so badly that my clit pulsed in anticipation.
“Not yet, Rowan. Not until we know you’retrulysorry,” Cade said sternly.
“I’m sorry, Cade. I’m so sorry. Please!” I said, unashamed to beg him at this point.
“No,” he said, shaking his head and motioning for Ryker to continue.
And then the cycle began again.
Ryker would lick and suck, building my orgasm to the brink before Talon, sensing through the shifter bond that I was about to climax, would tell him to stop and deliver sharp pain tomy body to extinguish the fire they had ignited.
Over and over.
I whimpered, whined, begged, and every time Cade would shake his head, denying me release. Of all the stages of my punishment, this was the worst. The disappointment, the inability to climax, and the throbbing pulse of my body’s need were unbearable.
I started begging them to let me orgasm. When they refused, I pleaded with them to fuck me and knot me. I was desperate.
"Please fuck me, Talon! I'll do anything! I need you. All I can think of is how much I need your knot!"
"Since you beg so nicely, I'll oblige you with my cock, Pet. But no knot. This is a punishment, and bad omegas don't deserve knots."
Talon laid me flat on my stomach on the couch. He lined himself up with my entrance and surged forward, rutting into me harshly, just as I'd come to anticipate from him. I thought surely he would allow me to orgasm now, relishing the feeling of being stretched and filled at last. But no. Talon moved hard and fast, finishing inside me before I had the chance to find my release.
Then Cade stood, exchanged places with Talon, and did the same.
When Ryker finally stood to take his turn, I was beyond need. The want was unbearable. My body burned with it. Each touch, each command, each pause left me trembling, desperate for something I couldn’t even name anymore.
The need had become something else entirely. It wasn't just physical, but emotional, almost spiritual. I wanted release, but more than that, I wanted permission. I wanted to prove I wassorry, for them to forgive me, to earn back their trust, and to be seen again as theirs.
"Do you want to cum, Kitten?" Ryker asked as he knelt behind me.
I couldn’t answer at first. The sound that left me was somewhere between a sob and a plea. My body was trembling, torn between fear and longing, between what I thought I could handle and what they might still demand. All I could manage was to nod my head up and down.
"Okay, okay, I'll make you cum, but only if you let me play with your ass."
"Absolutely not. No!" I said, scrambling to my knees and turning to face him.
"Then you're not going to orgasm, Rowan," Cade said with a shrug as he zipped his fatigues. "It's up to you."
I glared at them, then sighed and threw my head back in frustration.
"I won’t fuck you there yet! Just let me play a little. If you say yes, you can cum as much as you want. I promise you'll like it. I bet you'll orgasm even harder than you normally do," Ryker tried to convince me.
He pulled me against him, kissing my favorite spot along my neck, and trailing his hand down my body. I was so angry and frustrated, but my treacherous body didn't seem to get the memo, melting under his touch. "Please say yes, Kitten," his voice whispered into my ear as his hands stalled, waiting for my response.
