“You still haven’t even told me what this ‘punishment’ is supposed to be. You…oh.”
Her words ended in a groan as Deep’s large, warm hand slid into the waistband of her black lace panties and cupped her pussy.
“Gods, you’re wet.” Deep’s voice was hoarse. He looked at Lock. “I haven’t even parted her pussy lips yet and already I can feel her honey coating my palm.”
“Stroke her gently, Brother.” Lock sounded anxious. “Show her how much we love her.”
“Of course, I will.” Deep’s talented fingers teased her swollen pussy lips apart and one gentle fingertip began to circle the aching bud of her clit.
Kat gasped and would have collapsed if Lock hadn’t been holding her up. God, she needed this so badly. She couldn’t understand how she could have put it off so long. She was so close to the edge she thought she was going to explode at any time but somehow Deep was keeping her from it. Though he stroked and caressed her sensitive clit over and over, he somehow managed to keep from taking her all the way. It was maddening but Kat knew if she said anything he would win.
“What’s the matter, little Kat?” Deep was watching her face avidly as he continued to tease her unbearably. “Feeling a little frustrated?”
“Damn you, Deep!” Kat bucked her hips, unable to keep up the pretense anymore.
"Stop teasing me and make me come!”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Slowly, Deep withdrew his hand from her panties and sucked the finger he’d been stroking her with, making sure to clean away her honey thoroughly. “Orgasms are for good girls, little Kat. Girls who admit they’re bad and agree to accept their punishment.”
“You bastard!” Kat groaned. Her need had grown to monstrous proportions. It was as though Deep had struck a match inside her and the small flame he’d started had become a blazing inferno of desire that threatened to consume her.
Deep laughed. “Yes, I am. And I’m going to continue being a complete bastard for a while longer, sweetheart.”
Kat bit back a moan. “At least put your fingers inside me,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound like she was begging. “Please, Deep, I can’t…can’t take much more. Please…fill me.”
A look of compassion flitted over the dark twin’s face. “Don’t worry, little Kat. We’ll give you what you need.” He nodded at his brother. “I think she’s ready—let’s bring her to the bedroom.”
Lock lifted her into his arms and Kat didn’t even try to fight him. As angry as she was at Deep, she realized that he was right. She’d been denying her desire for far too long and now she was weak with the need to be filled—to be fucked by her men.
“Please,” she moaned softly as Lock laid her down in the middle of the huge bed built for three. “Please, I need you…both of you.”
“It’s all right, my lady.” Lock kissed her cheek gently and curled his big body against her back. “We’ll take good care of you.”
“Like we always do.” Deep lay down facing her and Kat noticed hazily that somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom, he seemed to have shed his clothes. From the feel of Lock’s bare skin against her back, he was naked as well.
And so am I, she thought, looking down at herself. God, how had they undressed her without her noticing it? She had a vague memory of hands pulling at her bra and panties but nothing else.
“Let me lick your pussy, my lady,” Lock murmured, breaking into her jumbled train of thought. “Let me ease your pain.”
“Yes…” Kat found herself rolled on her back, her hands buried in the light twin’s hair as he parted her thighs.
“So sweet,” he murmured as he spread her swollen outer lips. “So beautiful.”
“Lick her deep, Brother,” Deep commanded hoarsely as he cradled Kat’s head in his lap. “Taste her sweet pussy—get her ready to take us.”
Kat had never felt more ready in her life. The bonding fruit was really kicking in now, reminding her of the first time she’d tried it back on Twin Moons. There she had basically overdosed on the damn stuff and it had taken Deep and Lock all night and a very large dildo to ease her need. This time she was glad no sex toys would be needed—just Deep and Lock fused together deep inside her.
She cried out as Lock’s hot tongue parted her folds and rasped gently over her swollen clit. “Oh, God…please…please…”
“That’s right, Kat.” Deep stroked her hair away from her face and leaned down to kiss her. “That’s right, open yourself. Let Lock make you come.”
“I thought…thought you said orgasms were only for g-good girls,” Kat gasped.
Deep gave her a sardonic grin. “Maybe we can make an exception just this once.” He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue between her lips just as Lock plunged his tongue deep into her pussy.
Kat moaned at the double penetration and arched up, wanting more, wanting both of them so badly. Gone was her anger at their “punishment”, gone was her stubborn refusal to admit she needed them. Everything had been burned away in the heat of her desire—everything but the need to have them fill her.
She felt an orgasm coming as Lock licked her, like a wave washing over her at the beach, and she cried out and clutched at his hair. But though the wave of pleasure felt wonderful, it was too gentle to really help. Kat knew from past experience that she could come all day but until she was penetrated—deeply penetrated and taken—her need wouldn’t ease.
“Please!” she whispered when Deep let her up for air. “Please, I need you inside me—both of you.”
“And we need to be inside you, little Kat.” Deep’s voice was both tender and rough with desire. “How do you want us? One in front and one in back?”
“No.” Kat shook her head almost frantically. “Both of you at once. In…in my pussy. Please.”
“Your wish is our desire. Come, Brother,” he said to Lock who was still lapping and sucking Kat’s slippery folds. “Our lady needs us.”
“Of course.” Lock was suddenly at her back again and Kat knew they were joining together—fusing their shafts to create a single thick cock—the only instrument capable of curing her raging need. She moaned with frustration until she felt the broad head brushing her aching pussy.
“Now,” Deep murmured in her ear and then, suddenly, the deliciously thick shaft was breaching her entrance and driving deep into her hungry pussy.
Kat cried out and writhed between them, feeling herself stretch to accommodate the single massive shaft. She could never get over how good this felt, how incredibly complete it made her to be filled by both her men at once.
Deep, she sent through the mental link she had neglected much too long. Lock, God, need you. Need you both so much!
We need you too, little Kat. Deep held her hips and looked into her eyes as both brothers, moving as one, thrust into her.
It’s been so long. I feel close…so close. Lock’s mental voice sounded strained.
Me too. Deep didn’t sound worried at all. But that’s all right because Kat is going to come with us. Aren’t you, sweetheart?
Kat couldn’t deny the much deeper orgasm that was finally reaching a peak within her. She knew they had barely begun but Deep’s teasing and the bonding fruit in her system ensured she was coming rapidly to the point of no return. She wished she could make it last but there was no way, she was coming…coming…
Don’t worry, little Kat, Deep whispered through their link. We’ll have plenty of time for more leisurely lovemaking later. Right now, just come. Lock and I want to feel you squeezing us while we pump you full of our seed.
Kat couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to. With a low cry, she felt her orgasm overtake her completely. Compared to the one she’d had earlier, this was like a tidal wave, rushing over her, making every muscle in her body tense, every nerve ending tingle. It was so good…so incredibly good it was almost too much.
“God!” she cried aloud. “Lock…Deep…coming! Coming so hard.”
“My lady!” Lock groaned at the same t
ime Deep growled,
“Little Kat. Going to fill your sweet pussy with cum.”
The wet heat and the pulsing between her legs proved he was telling the truth. With a moan, Kat closed her eyes and gave in to the intense sensation of being so completely owned, so thoroughly fucked and filled by her men. God, they drove her crazy sometimes but she loved them. Loved them so much…
We love you too.
Kat wasn’t sure which of them whispered it or if they both sent it together.
I just hope you forgive us for punishing you. This voice clearly belonged to Lock.
Kat sighed as another warm wave of pleasure flowed through her. You never even told me what the punishment was.
This is the punishment, Deep murmured in her mind. Lock and I proving you wrong—proving that you need us as much as we need you.
Kat felt too good to be mad anymore. I forgive you. She sighed happily. And here I thought you were going to spank me or something.
Hmm. Deep’s mental voice sounded thoughtful. I suppose that can be arranged.
“Don’t you dare!” Kat glared at him until he laughed and shook his head.
“All right then, if you’re not up for corporal punishment, how about some more of this kind?” He and Lock thrust simultaneously into her again, making Kat moan as the thick shaft pressed hard against the end of her channel.
“Yes,” she managed to say. “Yes, I think that would be fine. Excellent, in fact. And…oh.”
She could say no more.
Chapter Twelve
The hazy sun of Yonnie Six didn’t exactly shine brilliantly through the windows but it was still bright enough to wake Saber from his sleep. He yawned and stretched, promptly hitting both elbows on the sides of the damn drawer that housed his bed. Cursing under his breath, he sat up and tried to work the stiffness out of his neck. Goddess, he’d slept in some uncomfortable places but the damn slave bed was like sleeping in a coffin!
“Good morning.”
The soft voice coming from above him made him start and look up. Seeing Lissa’s sleepy eyes and the soft smile that curved her lips made his day instantly better.
“Morning, Mistress,” he said, smiling. “Did you sleep well? Any more dreams?”
“No.” She bit her lip in that unconsciously sensuous gesture she had. “You?”
“None,” Saber admitted and it was true. “I slept like a baby,” he continued, which was a lie—the slave bed was much too cramped. But he didn’t want her to feel bad about not having him in the big bed with her. After everything that had happened between them, he could understand how nervous she was and why sleeping together would be a bad idea.
“About that dream. I’ve been thinking that maybe—” Lissa began but a loud rapping on their door interrupted her.
“First Meal in fifteen minutes.” Llewelyn’s voice came floating through the thick door. “My mistress is expecting you, Lady R’awr.”
“Oh, of course.” Lissa sat up at once. “Please tell her I’ll be right down.”
There was a general rush to get dressed and Saber never did get to hear what she thought of the erotic dream they had somehow shared. He resolved to ask her about it later—if they had time. But Lady Sha’rak’s morning announcement made him think they were going to be very busy.
“The sensation party has been delayed,” she said, as soon as Lissa sat down across from her. “I know it’s too awful but I thought we could have some fun here today instead. Besides, my dear, you really need a bit more training in how to handle your slave before you go out in public.”
Lissa got red in the face but only nodded. “I’m sure you’re right, Lady Sha’rak.”
Saber kept his own face blank and merely set about feeding his “mistress” breakfast, which seemed to be a much simpler meal than the elaborate dinner of the night before. There was a hot drink with an herbal, spicy smell, which Lissa seemed to find pleasant, and some thin, crispy wafers spread with a sweet paste that smelled slightly nutty.
Lissa seemed to find it awkward at first, to be fed by him, but they soon found a rhythm and it became easier. Saber hoped she wasn’t too uncomfortable because he certainly wasn’t. In fact, he genuinely enjoyed serving her.
It wasn’t because he was submissive, though he didn’t really mind that part of their current “cover story”. No, the reason he enjoyed serving her was that a lot of what he was doing—fixing her food and making sure she was well nourished, taking care of her, protecting her—was something a Kindred warrior who was trying to win a mate would do during the first part of his Claiming Period.
Saber tried not to think about the other things he would be doing if he was actually trying to win Lissa as his bride. Bathing her…massaging her with scented oils…tasting her…Gods! He shook his head, trying to force the erotic images and thoughts out of his brain. Though he knew it was beyond wrong, the very idea of tasting Lissa—of spreading her creamy thighs and thrusting his tongue deep in her sweet pussy until she moaned and begged for more—had his cock rock hard inside the tight black slave trousers he wore.
He was concentrating so hard on pushing the thoughts out of his mind and keeping a blank expression on his face that he missed something the Lady Sha’rak said to him.
“Saber?” Suddenly he realized that all eyes at the table were upon him. Lissa was looking at him with concern, Lady Sha’rak with deep disapproval, and Llewelyn was smirking at him from across the table in a way Saber didn’t like at all.
“Excuse me, my lady.” He made a bow in the ambassador’s direction. “Were you speaking to me?”
“I most certainly was,” she snapped, her blue eyes sparking with indignation. “I asked that you pass Llewelyn here the gak butter to spread on my tildo wafers and you completely ignored me!”
Saber could feel Lissa tensing beside him and he was instantly sorry for his inattention to detail. She had painted her own nipples with the elixirs that morning and somehow wiggled into the tight pale green dress with a deep V front all by herself. Though Saber had offered to help, she had refused him and he had understood why—she was trying to put some distance between them after the events of last night. And here they were barely done with breakfast and it looked like she would have to “punish” him again.
Not that Saber counted it a true punishment. He didn’t mind the fiery pain in his mouth if it meant he got to suck her sweet, ripe nipples and make her moan. But he knew how much shame and anxiety the act caused Lissa—for that reason alone he wished he could have refrained from offending their hostess.
“Please, my Lady,” he said, bowing low, though it irritated him to show such abject submission to anyone but Lissa. “Please forgive my inattention to you. I have no excuse for my rudeness.”
“Well.” Lady Sha’rak looked somewhat mollified. “He’s well-spoken for a slave, I will give him that, my dear,” she said, speaking to Lissa and once again ignoring Saber. “That honeyed tongue is probably what’s kept you from training him properly all these years. Am I right?”
“I…suppose so,” Lissa said, sounding miserable.
“Well, that all stops now.” Lady Sha’rak threw down the rich silken square she’d been using as a napkin and stood up. “Come, my dear Lady R’awr. If we are to get you ready to go to the sensation party, we need to start now. And I’m afraid we have a lot of ground to cover.”
“Of course.” As she stood, Lissa shot him a look of pure misery.
At that look on her face, Saber felt even worse about his gaff. He wanted to tell her it was all right—that whatever paces Lady Sha’rak made Lissa put him through, he wouldn’t be upset. But he couldn’t risk anyone else hearing their exchange and he could see Llewelyn watching avidly as they all left the table. All he could do was nod in what he hoped was a reassuring way and follow her obediently.
Lady Sha’rak led them to another part of the floor, in a separate wing they had yet to visit. As they walked through the high, arching doorway into a new room, Lissa gave a little ga
sp. And indeed, Saber found he had to bite the inside of his cheek sharply to keep from exclaiming.
The walls, flooring, and ceiling of the immense room were all covered in crimson padding. It was spongy and giving to walk on, making Saber think of a training room where warriors could spar together without anyone getting injured.
But non-injury didn’t seem to be the point of this room. In fact, it appeared at first glance to be exactly the opposite.
On every wall hung implements of torture and subjugation. There were paddles and floggers, crops and canes. There were restraints of all kinds and several pieces of furniture that appeared to have straps where a slave’s arms and legs would go to tie them down. In addition to all this, there were many, many devices Saber had no name for and no idea what their uses could be. Although he was certain none of them could be pleasant.
“This is my private training room.” Lady Sha’rak turned to face them and threw out her arms, encompassing the strange array.
“Oh my,” Lissa murmured faintly and Saber saw with concern that her face had gone pale. “I…don’t know what to say.”
Lady Sha’rak laughed. “Don’t worry, my dear. Most of this is for advanced methods I’m sure you’re not ready for yet. We’re just going to work on a few simple discipline techniques and some public submission protocols. Just enough to get you through the party—all right?”
Lissa bit her lip. “I guess so.”
“Good, then let’s begin,” Lady Sha’rak said briskly. Moving to the center of the room where there was a long, padded black bench, she settled herself upon it and crooked a finger toward Lissa. “Come here, my dear, and show me how you generally discipline your slave.”
Lissa walked forward slowly and Saber trailed her. “I…I…” Lissa cleared her throat. “I mostly just reprimand him verbally, I suppose.”
“Not nearly good enough.” Lady Sha’rak frowned. “There are levels of discipline, my dear, just as there are levels of offenses a slave does to earn such discipline. Now what would you do, say, if your slave forgot to bring something you’d specifically told him to bring to a party?”