“So wet,” Isaac muttered. “Is Jon’s discipline making you ache?”
“Yes, so badly.”
He covered her clit and rubbed in a tight circle. She threw back her head and groaned. “Please, Sir, may I come? I really need to come.”
“Not yet.” Isaac parted her folds, holding her open, while depriving her of the stimulation that would have sent her over the edge.
An especially hard swat from the crop seemed to accent the denial. Tara cried out in frustration and tightened her inner muscles.If they wouldn’t get me off, I’ll do it myself.
“I heard that,” Isaac warned and removed his hand completely. “Our mate is trying to make herself come when I told her no. What should we do about that?”
Without warning, Jon brought the crop up between her thighs. Tara screamed, shocked and angered by the harsh sting against her most sensitive flesh. Jon swatted her pussy again, but the sting wasn’t as sharp. Her inner muscles contracted spontaneously, and she moaned, wondering why in the world she had started this. The third swat sent heat spiraling through her pussy and left her teetering on the brink of orgasm.
“Fight it off,” Jon ordered and waited for her to obey. Once she regained control of her senses, he rubbed the crop against her folds. “Who controls this lovely body?”
“You do,” she said reluctantly. “You and my other two mates.”
He slapped the insides of her thighs several times, then went back to cropping her bottom. Tara let out a ragged sigh. It still stung like fire, but these sensations were more easily processed.
Isaac played with her breasts for a few moments then slipped his hand back between her thighs. “You don’t have permission to come,” he warned and then resumed the teasing circles around her clit.
Sensations built inside her, swelling and receding, but never bursting into blissful orgasm. She was soaking wet and ached inside and out. How long did they intend to torment her?
“Do you accept our claim?” Isaac asked, his tone ringing with authority. “Are you willing to mate with us and only us forever?”
Jon hadn’t stopped spanking her, so Isaac’s questions were confusing. Were they really going to exchange vows right now? “Yes,” she cried as the crop found an especially tender spot on her left butt cheek. Energy flowed into her mind and understanding unfurled inside her. Isaac wanted to use the cropping to distract her while he anchored the soul bond. Creating the empathic link had been painful. This might be a clever strategy.
“I accept your claim,” she continued. “I’m more than willing to be your mate. I crave the completeness and welcome the soul bond.”
The crop snapped against the lower curve of her bottom and Tara cried out. Pain sliced through her body while fire erupted in her head. Kyle fisted the back of her hair and turned her head so he could kiss her. His lips were warm and demanding, his tongue boldly exploring her mouth. Warm hands stroked her breasts while the spanking continued. Isaac gradually expanded the psychic connection. Heat and discomfort assailed her in waves, driving rational thought from her mind. Nothing existed but pulsing energy and overwhelming sensations.
The world spun and Tara’s legs buckled. Jon wrapped his arm around her waist then caught the bend of her knees. He lifted her trembling body off the floor. Rather than sitting down with her, he passed her into Kyle’s waiting arms. She moaned as her freshly cropped bottom connected with Kyle’s thighs. Her mind was starting to clear, but there was still so much pain.
Kyle’s lips returned to hers and she relaxed in his embrace. Her mates caressed and comforted her as the link slowly solidified. Concern and control, they were holding back their needs until they were sure she was all right. She eased away from Kyle and forced her eyes to open.
“That was intense,” she admitted. “Can we move on to the pleasure now?” Their emotions surged into her mind, but their thoughts were muted. They were clearly desperate to claim her, but even more determined to protect her. It was sweet, really. And it helped her adjust to the clarity with which she was sensing them.
Isaac smiled, but his eyes still reflected concern. “There’s no hurry. Take a minute and catch your breath.”
“I’m fine,” she assured him. “Look into my mind if you don’t believe me. If you can sense me half as well as I’m sensing you guys, you’ll see that there’s nothing to worry about.”
“If our mate is ready for pleasure,” Jon growled out with a sexy smile, “I say we give it to her.”
Kyle shifted her to the bed beside him and Isaac pulled her hips to the edge of the mattress. Jon urged her over onto her back as Isaac knelt on the floor. Kyle took one of her legs and Jon took the other. They drew them up and back, bending her knees and spreading her thighs for Isaac.
“Look how red you are,” Isaac murmured. “Does it still sting?”
“Not really,” she admitted. “But I ache.”
He bent and traced her slit with the tip of his tongue. “So wet.” He pushed his tongue inside her. “And hot.” Then his caresses settled over her clit and Tara was lost.
Her banked desire rapidly built until she lifted, rubbing her pussy against his mouth. “May I come? Oh, please let me come!”
Come, love. You’ve more than earned it.Isaac pushed the thoughts into her mind as his mouth continued to caress her.
The tension built inside her and Tara tossed her head. It felt so damn good. She didn’t want it to end. Then his lips closed around her clit and one careful suck was all it took to detonate her orgasm. She cried out and arched, shaking violently as pleasure pulsed through her entire body. Isaac prolonged her release, licking and sucking until every spasm had faded.
“Good girl,” Isaac murmured as he lifted his head. His mouth and the lower portion of his face shone with her juices. He licked his lips then wiped his face with the back of his hand. “Now we come together.”
