Tara heard a subtle whooshing a millisecond before fire exploded across her bottom. She cried out, shocked and alarmed by the intensity of the pain. “What the hell is that?” She tried to turn her head and see what he was using, but the restraints held her securely.

“Misbehavior results in consequences.”

Jon swung the mystery implement again and Tara went wild. It had to be some sort of strap because it delivered mild impact as well as a fiery sting. Anger burned through anticipation, and she struggled with all her might. She twisted and bucked, crying out and demanding that he stop. None of it did any good. He continued to spank her, one biting swat after another.

Soon her entire bottom throbbed and heat sank deep into her abdomen. Her core clenched painfully each time the strap landed, and she’d grown so wet that a humiliating rivulet trickled down the inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes and tried to disappear into her mind. The pain was harsher than she’d expected, but what frightened her most was the savage need now burning inside her.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I need… I’ll do anything, just stop.”

Rather than delivering the next swat, Jon slid his fingers across her well-spanked bottom and eased them between her thighs. He brushed over her sodden folds, clearly avoiding her clit. “You beg sweetly, hellion. But you need to be more specific. Tell us what you need.”

She sobbed, overwhelmed by her desperation. “I need you to stop spanking me.”

He squeezed each of her cheeks in turn, dragging a soft cry from her throat. Then he traced a slow, tantalizing line from her clit to the hidden pucker of her bottom hole. “Why did you come here? No more lies and no evasions.”

She tensed. His fingertip rested against her opening, a silent warning that he expected an honest answer. “I don’t want to leave the village,” she finally admitted and then rushed on. “I nearly died out there. I was cold and hungry and afraid all the time. I can’t live like that again.”

His finger pushed against her stubborn opening, easing just inside. She shook her head and murmured protests, her hands clutching the bedding.

“Is that the only reason?” He kept his finger inside the ring of muscles, a silent reminder of how much worse the humiliation could get. “You want us to feed and protect you?”

“I’m attracted to you, to all of you.” She sobbed, hating how much she’d surrendered. “I haven’t felt connected to any of the other coalitions.”

“But you feel connected to us?” His finger drove steadily deeper.

“Yes,” she cried, wiggling to avoid the unwanted invasion.

He slid his finger in and out. The penetration was slight, but it was much too easy to imagine his cock stretching her, claiming her as she writhed and whimpered beneath him. “Not there,” she pleaded. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He chuckled and removed his hand, stepping back from the bed. “She’s all yours, Isaac. How do you want her?”