She tasted like tonic and desire. Like everything we'd been searching for and nothing we'd expected. Her hands found my shoulders, gripping hard enough to leave marks.
"I'm," she gasped against my mouth. "I'm going to?—"
"Come," I commanded. "Come for us, Naomi."
She shattered, her whole body going taut as the orgasm crashed through her. Rowan worked her through it, drawing it out until she was shaking, gasping, and begging for mercy. When she finally came down, she was trembling.
"That was…" She couldn't finish the sentence.
"That was just the beginning," Rowan said, moving back up her body. "We're nowhere near done with you."
ROWAN
She was still trembling from her first orgasm when I pulled back and studied her. Flushed. Breathless. Beautiful. But not broken yet. Not where we needed her to be.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Very good…" Her eyes were glazed, but still aware. Still thinking. That wouldn't do.
I looked at Kellan. Time to push.
He read me perfectly. "You said you wanted to feel something. You said you wanted punishment."
Naomi's breath hitched. "I did."
"Are you sure?" I moved off the bed and went to the cabinet we kept in the corner. "Because once we start this, it's going to hurt and even be uncomfortable."
"I'll use a safeword if I need to."
I pulled out the custom-made paddle, black leather on one side, studded metal on the other. "I asked if you're sure you want this."
Her eyes went wide when she saw what I was holding, but she didn't flinch.
"Yes," she said. "I'm sure."
"Good." I ran my hand along the smooth leather side. "This is going to hurt. A lot. You're going to cry and beg and maybe even hate us for a minute. But if you let us take you through it, if you trust us…" I met her eyes, "we'll take you somewhere you've never been."
"I trust you."
The words shouldn't have hit me as hard as they did. But fuck if they didn't land like a physical blow. I had to keep in mind that this was for one night. Just… one.
"Then get up," I commanded. "Go to the edge of the bed."
She obeyed, moving on shaky legs to where I indicated, the edge where the restraints were built into the frame.
"Bend over," Kellan said, moving to help position her. "Chest on the bed, ass in the air."
She complied, and the sight of her like that, vulnerable, exposed, offering herself to us, made my wolf howl with possession. Not ours, I reminded myself. One night, I reminded my wolf.
I secured her wrists in the cuffs, testing the give. Enough that she could pull if she needed to, but not enough to escape.
"Color?" I asked.
"Green."
"Very nice," I ran my hand over her ass, feeling her shiver. "We're going to start with the smooth side. Get you warmed up. Then we'll switch to the studs. You tell us when it's too much."
"Okay, sir."
