“My mates.”
“And who am I?” he persisted. His expression was unrelenting.
“You’re my master, my mate.”
“Then beg me for what we both want so badly.”
She took a deep breath and whispered, “Please, Master, fuck my ass. Push inside me and take what’s yours.”
His fingers dug into her hips as he drove the head of his cock inside her tightest passage. Her opening stretched, burning and pinching as she reluctantly accepted his girth. “Relax. Let your body open around me.”
She released her cheeks and clawed at the bedding, fighting off the need to clench. It felt incredibly intrusive, but the pain was starting to fade. He slid in a bit deeper, intensifying the fullness inside her.
“Good girl.” He rubbed her back, then reached beneath her and squeezed her breasts. “Now take some more.”
He advanced slowly, but made her take more this time. “Jesus,” she hissed. “Are you almost in?”
He chuckled. “That’s about half.”
She shook her head, starting to doubt herself again. “You’re too big. I can’t take it all.”
His hands moved back to her hips, and he thrust deep with one sustained stroke. She cried out as the fullness became overwhelming and the sting reignited. “The easiest way to combat fear is head on. My entire cock is inside you. Now relax and let your body adjust.”
She looked into the mirror, hoping to distract herself from the sensation, but the scene was so graphic that she whimpered. Her breasts hung down and her hair was wild about her face. Jon stood behind her, fully dressed, of course. Isaac and Kyle stood to each side of Jon, clearly watching as her body submitted to this final domination.
Jon’s hand slid down from her hip and skimmed across her belly. He found her clit with his long middle finger and began to stroke her in lazy circles. Slowly he drew his hips back, dragging his cock nearly out of her bottom. She groaned, then shivered as sensations spiraled from her ass to her clit.
“Oh, God, that’s…” She couldn’t finish the thought. Too many adjectives fit. It felt good yet bad. It felt arousing yet humiliating. She wanted him to stop, and yet she wanted him to fuck her faster, to claim her more deeply while she came over and over around his thrusting cock.
“Like that?” A hint of mockery hardened his tone.
She ignored it and admitted, “It hurts, but it feels good.”
He pushed all the way in, then drew all the way out. She gasped and looked over her shoulder, but he thrust back in before she could ask if he’d decided not to finish inside her bottom. His finger pressed harder on her clit. “Come around my cock.” He thrust steadily as he continued to rub her.
Tara locked her knees and braced her arms. He was fucking her hard now, jarring her body with each forceful thrust. The sting finally faded, but she felt invaded and used. She was so distracted by the unfamiliar sensations that she forgot about his order. His hand pulled back and slapped her pussy, dragging a sharp cry from her throat.
“I said come.” Instead of rubbing her clit, he caught the sensitive nub between his fingers and carefully pulled on it. Over and over, he plucked the nub much as Isaac did with her nipples.
Her orgasm struck harsh and heavy, buckling her knees. The hard, rippling spasms of her pussy tightened her ass around his cock. He fucked into her faster, spreading her cheeks so he could reach deeper. She sprawled on the bed as the sensations washed over her, wave after scalding wave.
Jon moved his hand to her hips and pounded into her bottom. Tara found herself lifting into each of his nearly violent thrusts. There was no pain now, just inescapable dominance and unexpected pleasure. Tingling aftershocks kept her relaxed and still. Her mate was using her willing body, enjoying what was his. She smiled into the bedding, glad that he couldn’t hear her thoughts. It would make him even more arrogant than he was already.
“Come with me, mate. I want to hear your cries of pleasure while I fill you with my seed.”
He wasn’t stroking her clit anymore, but it didn’t seem to matter. Tension gathered inside her, a tingling ball of sensation just waiting to break free. Each thrust of his hips and the steady slide of his big cock compressed the ball tighter and tighter. She lifted her hips, giving him a better angle for his demanding thrusts.
He grunted and moaned, then shuddered against her. The hot spurting of his seed triggered her orgasm, and she cried out his name, “Master,” then “mate,” and finally, “Jon.”
Jon sagged against her, pressing her down into the bed without crushing her. “Did you just admit that I’m your mate?”
“Nothing I say during sex counts.” She hid her smile in the bedding.
“I don’t believe you.” He gently separated their bodies and righted his clothing. Rolling her over, he brushed the hair back from her face. He lay on his side staring down at her. “Why is it so hard for you to admit what you’re feeling?”
She chuckled, feeling satisfied and sleepy. “I’m the therapist. That should be my line.”
“As soon as you let us claim you, you can take on new clients.” Isaac handed Jon a wet washcloth as he continued. “I know you enjoy counseling people, but you can’t build a practice until you’re protected by our claim.”
