But going all soft on him wasn’t the correct reaction. He’d handed control over, and he’d be disappointed if she didn’t respond with power.
Heat surged through her, and she reached for the TENS remote, already on the lowest setting, and turned it on. Spence yelped, his body arching, muscles locking as the current zinged through his cock. His scent spiked sharp with pain, and he danced on the box, toes curling.
Five seconds, and she turned it off. Spence hung from the chain, and Zander groaned long and low. “God, Emerald, that’s exquisite. He milks me so perfectly when you shock him.”
She turned it back on, and Spence’s back arched again. Emmy’s own arousal throbbed between her legs, wet heat building as she watched Spence fight through it, accept it. She ramped up the intensity for the next burst, shorter but stronger, and he cried out, eyes squeezing shut for a second before snapping back to hers. “Stay with me,” she ordered, her voice a velvet command. “Eyes on mine. Let meseeyou take it.”
He obeyed, panting, sweat beading on his forehead. Zander reached around and pinched Spence’s nipple, his nails biting into it, adding his own twist of pain. “Breathe through it, boy,” Zander ordered, his tone soothing even as he twisted again. “Show us how much you mean it, when you declare you belong to us.”
Two more intense zaps, and Emmy set the control to the side and picked up the small plastic flogger. She trailed it over Spence’s cock, teasing, before landing the first strike. He jerked, a sharp inhale, but his scent held steady, pleasure surging back. She built the rhythm, flogging in short bursts, each snap making his cock bob despite the plug, red blooming on the shaft. Pain pushed higher now, edging his limits, confusion reigning as his body betrayed him, arousal flooding in waves. She popped his balls, the root of his cock, the head. Back to his balls, and then whaled on the shaft for two dozen strikes.
He hung from his wrists, gasping, and she lifted the TENS controller again.
Zander put his mouth near Spence’s ear, pinched both nipples, held them in a painful twist, and met her gaze.
She turned it onto the lowest setting and then flogged harder than before, pushing him further, but always watching, scenting — pain blooming fuller now, but laced with endorphins, sweetening it, confusing the lines until it all blurred into need.
And Zander helped, moving inside him from behind, working his nipples, ordering him to breathe.
Finally, she turned the TENS off, set the flogger aside, and snapped a nipple clamp on him, steel teeth digging in. Then the other, not even a second later. Spence arched again, and a low keen escaped.
Zander’s gaze met hers over Spence’s shoulder, dark with shared hunger. “Time to change positions?” he suggested, voice thick.
Chapter 8
Emmy nodded, carefully removed the penis plug, and helped Zander release him, supporting Spence, helping him to the bed, where everything had been removed except the bottom sheet.
Emmy went to her back on the bed, and Zander ordered Spence between her legs and then guided his boy’s cock into her pussy.
“Halfway in, boy. No farther.”
Spence pressed in a short way and stopped, his gaze on her face. She could see the strain, the tension, but she could also feel power thrumming between them like a live wire.
Emmy gasped and wiggled underhim, and Spence groaned deep.
Zander connected chains attached to the headboard to Spence’s wrist cuffs before he pressed back into Spence’s asshole and ordered, “Move boy.”
And just like that, Spence went into motion, thrusting — in and out, in and out — the motion driving him back onto Zander and then into her. His face contorted with effort, pleasure-pain twisting, but his eyes stayed on hers, submission burning bright.
Zander ordered him to speed up, to slow down, to move with more power, to slam back onto Zander’s cock with his full strength.
And Spence obeyed every order, powerful thrusts that rocked them all.
And then came the order to, “Make her come, boy. Figure it out and make it happen.”
Emmy’s breath caught at Zander’s command, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. Spence’s eyes flickered with determination, his body still sheathed inside her, the stretch a delicious burn that made her inner walls flutter around him. She felt the weight of the moment — the way Spence’s submission fed her dominance even as he took control of this singular task.
Spence adjusted, a subtle tilt of his hips, pulling back an inch before sliding forward again, pulling out and coming in at a different angle, testing. She arched a little, meeting him, her hands roaming over his chest, fingers digging into the sweat-slicked muscle. She avoided the clamps for now. Theyneeded a little more time to work before she used them to torture him.
His scent wrapped around her — wolfish musk sharpened by exertion, endorphins, pain, and pleasure. And above it all, the heady spice of need, mirroring her own.
He tried again, slower this time, a deliberate drag that pressed lower, rubbing along her front wall, friction building warmth in her core, making her thighs tense. Emmy bit her lip, suppressing a moan, wanting him to work for it, to earn the sound.
Spence’s brow furrowed in concentration, chains clinking softly as he shifted his weight, angling deeper andupon the next thrust, and a deep moan escaped her chest.
He’d foundthe spot, and his cockhead nudged at it again, making stars burst in her vision and heat coil tight in her belly. Her breath hitched when he ran over it again, and her pussy clenched around him.
He found a steady rhythm and rubbed over it, again and again — pull back and then thrust in, over and over, dragging over it, and each pass sent jolts of electric pleasure radiating out until it was all-consuming, narrowing her world to the slick heat where they joined, the ache building in her clit without a single touch.
