“Do you deserve another spanking?” Raphael’s voice dropped to a sensual rumble.
She trembled, dreading the pain, but desperately needing the emotional release. “Yes, Sir.” He hadn’t prompted her to use the title, but it felt right.
“Undress and crawl into my bedroom.”
“C-crawl?” She looked at him as hot color burned her cheeks. “You want me to crawl?”
He released her wrist and fisted the back of her hair. “When I give you an order, I expect it to be obeyed. Needless questioning or arguing will result in more intense punishments. Is that clear?”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Yes, Sir.”
“I don’t repeat orders. Now, get busy.”
Claire’s hands trembled so badly that she could barely get her sweater unbuttoned. With her bra still covering her breasts, she pulled off her boots and unzipped her jeans. “Do I need to be completely naked?”
“Yes,” Victor told her. His handsome features were expressionless, but hunger burned in his amber eyes.
She tensed, suddenly unsure if she wanted to demean herself in this way. “I’ve changed my mind.” She reached for her sweater, but Raphael snatched it away.
“When was the last time you had a nightmare?” he asked, challenge arching his brow.
It took her a moment to realize the truth. “I haven’t had one since…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
“Since I spanked you?”
She nodded and lowered her gaze. Most would consider this humiliating, but this creative form of therapy was helping. That was all that mattered. She reached back and unfastened her bra, then let the straps slide down her arms. She held the front against her breasts, too embarrassed to casually bare herself.
“We’ve seen you naked before,” Raphael reminded. “Your body is lovely. Stop trying to hide it from us.”
Soothed by his praise, she set the bra aside and wiggled out of her jeans.
“Do you need help?” Victor asked with a smirk. “You’re taking forever.”
She removed her panties and sank to her knees, wanting the next part over quickly. This would only be as humiliating as she allowed it to be. “Which bedroom is yours?” Raphael motioned toward the second door on her left, and Claire crawled off in that direction. Her breasts swayed and the sliding movement of her legs showcased her pussy and ass. Halfway across the floor, embarrassment gave way to a sensual sort of exhibitionism. She wanted to pose and preen, positioning herself for their pleasure.
“Now, bend over the bed,” Raphael instructed. “Legs straight, head down.”
Heart fluttering in her chest, she stood then bent over and rested her upper body on her forearms. Her hair hung down around her face, blocking her view of the room.
A large, warm hand stroked over her bottom, lightly squeezing each cheek. “Why am I going to spank you?” Raphael’s voice was nearly as caressing as his fingers.
“Because I still blame myself for my brother’s death.”
He swatted one side and then the other, the impact barely hard enough to sting.
“Am I angry with you?”
“No.”
The next two swats were harder than the first two. “No, Sir,” he corrected.
“No, Sir,” she repeated. “This is not about anger. It’s about release.”
He continued to smack her with firm, stinging slaps for several moments before he said, “It is also about truth.”
His next few spanks made her gasp and rock to the balls of her feet. “I haven’t lied to you,” she argued.
“You have lied to yourself and that’s just as bad,” he warned.
She gritted her teeth but didn’t argue. She wasn’t lying to herself. She just didn’t believe what he wanted her to believe.
His hand fell over and over. Gradually the discomfort built into throbbing pain. She groaned, shifting her weight from foot to foot. As before, heat spread across her enflamed skin, warming her bottom and sinking into her pussy. Soon her core throbbed in time with her ass cheeks, and Claire helplessly rocked her hips.
“If you’re responsible for Joel’s death,” Raphael finally broke his silence, but his swats continued fast and hard as he spoke. “Explain how you would have saved him.”
“I would never have told him about Nuevo Biotech,” she snapped, tone sharp and angry.
He kicked her legs apart and cupped her pussy. “Use that tone again and I’ll spank this nice, wet pussy.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
His fingers eased between her folds and circled her clit. “Did you know about the experiments when you told Joel about Nuevo?”
“No.” She wiggled, unsure if she was trying to evade his touch or increase the pressure of his fingers.
He slapped her ass several times then went back to stroking her clit. “How did you learn about the experiments?”
Her inner muscles were clenching and tingling heat gathered beneath his fingers. If she held still for just a few moments, she’d come.
He slapped her pussy. “Answer the question.”
The orgasm fizzled and she let out an exasperated cry. “I was almost there.”
“You haven’t earned your pleasure yet,” he growled and unleashed a flurry of stinging swats on her bottom. “I asked you a question.”
“I don’t remember what it was,” she cried. Her pussy ached so bad she nearly put her hand between her thighs and took care of it herself.
“When did you learn the truth?” Victor reminded her.
“I had concerns, but nothing was confirmed until the story broke nationwide.”
Raphael paused, both hands on her hips. “And when did Joel learn the truth?”
She tensed, torn between her need to come and her lifelong habit of defending her brother. “He knew before I did,” she admitted.
Raphael slid one of his hands under her and found her clit with his fingertips. “And did he warn you?”
She moaned, rocking against his fingers, desperate for release.
He pulled away.
“No,” she said miserably. “He didn’t warn me, didn’t admit what he knew until it was much too late.”
His fingers returned, but he brought her to the edge and then stopped again. “My fingers can make you feel good, but my cock will make you feel better.”
She shook her head and stubbornly twisted her hips. She wasn’t ready for the final surrender, knew the battle would be all but won once she gave in. “I can’t,” she murmured. “I’m not ready for that.”
He knelt behind her and parted her stinging cheeks, making her pussy more accessible. “Would you like to come, stubborn little mate?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, fisting the bedding.
He dragged his tongue from her clit to her core then back to her clit. “You’re so wet.” He licked her again, lingering over her clit until she wiggled and moaned. “Why have you grown so wet if you don’t want my cock?”
“I can’t help it,” she insisted, lifting her hips and rubbing her pussy against his face.
He chuckled then fastened his lips around her clit and sucked ruthlessly.
She cried out and rolled to the balls of her feet. Pressure built inside her, winding tighter and tighter until—he let go. “Stop doing that!”
He shot to his feet and spanked each ass cheek, then brought his hand up between her thighs. “Ask for my cock. We both know you want it.”
“I don’t,” she yelled.
He slapped her pussy again, keeping the sensations simmering just out of reach. “You will speak only truth.” His fingers settled over her clit, caressing with persistent skill. “Stop lying to yourself. Do you want my cock deep inside you?”
Her inner muscles clenched so hard she whimpered and buried her face in the bedding. She’d feared this would happen when she agreed to have dinner with them. Courting always involved sex, and she was tired of ignoring her body’s long neglected needs.
“Please.” The word was muffled by the bedding.
“Please what?” He parted her folds, focusing her attention on her aching core. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your cock,” she whispered without lifting her head. “I want you to fuck me.”
He flipped her over and draped her legs over his forearms. She had no idea when he’d opened his pants, but his cock pressed against her entrance. “Who am I?” His gaze bore into hers, demanding an honest answer. “Who is about to fuck you?”
“Raphael,” she evaded.
“Who am I to you?”
Before she could answer, his broad head pressed inside, and Claire moaned. She stretched so wide to take him that her pussy stung.
“Say it,” he insisted.
“Mate,” she admitted. “You’re my mate.”
His hips drove steadily inward forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her body. “Fuck, you’re tight. You have done this before, haven’t you?”
She nodded. “It’s just been a while. Okay, a long while.”
He pushed in farther then paused. “How long?”
“Years.” His hands tightened on her hips as he thrust the last few inches into her reluctant core. His tip hit her cervix, and she cried out, overwhelmed by the invasion and the painful stretch. She wasn’t just tight from her long abstinence. He was fucking huge!
He didn’t try to move. He just filled her, gradually reshaping her body to fit his thickness.
Victor crawled onto the bed. He was naked, erect cock bobbing as he moved. Despite his tight muscles and sculpted limbs, her attention fixated on his crotch. His cock was long and substantial, his balls tight and smooth. Was he naturally hairless or was his lack of body hair part of the transformation? He stroked himself as he reached her, a sexy smile parting his lips.
“Give me that sweet mouth, mate,” Victor urged. “I can’t wait to feel those soft lips wrapped around me.”
She was spread out before them on the bed. Her pussy already stretched tight around one mate’s cock. Was there really a valid reason to deny the other? She liked Victor, could picture herself spending time with him in and out of bed. She glanced at Raphael then focused on Victor, losing herself in his golden eyes. After wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she opened her mouth in welcome.
“Good girl,” Victor praised as he pushed farther into her mouth. He buried one of his hands in her hair and stroked her breasts with the other.
Raphael pulled nearly out of her pussy then stopped. Victor withdrew until her lips encircled only his tip. Energy built within her, swirling and pulsing. Victor’s fingers tightened in her hair, anchoring her head in position. Raphael drew her tender behind right to the edge of the bed. Then both males thrust their entire lengths into her willing body. Claire gagged, but a second later pleasure burst inside her, abolishing her need to struggle. Her core rippled around Raphael and colorful lights sparked in front of her eyes. She hadn’t felt the orgasm building. It just exploded like a bomb.
Sliding in and out of her slick body, Raphael gave her his entire length with each firm stroke. Victor controlled her movements with her hair, fucking her mouth with ruthless insistency. Dazed and tingling, Claire surrendered to their control. She’d never taken two men at once, never even imagined that she would be this adventurous. Raphael’s cock stretched her inner walls, making each thrust more intense. She lifted her hips and opened her legs, trying to give him more room.
Victor was nearly as big, and he fucked her mouth even more aggressively than Raphael fucked her pussy.
Raphael pulled all the way out, paused long enough for her folds to relax, then he stretched her open all over again. He was staking his claim on her pussy. She knew that was what he was doing, making her feel her body submit to him, over and over again.
Victor drew her arms above her head and shifted her wrists into one of his hands. Her upraised arms positioned her head for him, but he wrapped his other hand around her throat. His eyes darkened, becoming penetrating pools of molten gold. She stilled, unsure of his mood. His cock bumped the back of her throat then kept going. She relaxed for him, refusing to gag as he gave her more and more. Her nose touched his flat belly, and she tried to inhale. Her eyes widened and she attempted to struggle. His cock was blocking her airway!
Panic set her in motion. Her cries were muffled by Victor’s cock. His hold on her wrists and throat kept her from thrashing. Raphael pinned her lower body with his hands and his cock. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. They controlled her completely.
She continued her useless struggles as they started fucking her again. Victor filled her mouth, momentarily robbing her of breath at the top of each deep stroke. Raphael grasped the backs of her knees, opening her legs wide as he thrust hard and fast between her thighs. She lay there motionless, her mouth stretched tight around one thick cock, her pussy around another. It was savage, unabashedly carnal, and she had never experienced anything so exhilarating.
A strange, floaty sensation drifted over her entire body. Was she about to pass out?
Victor drew back, waiting for her to take a deep breath before he filled her again.
She wasn’t oxygen deprived, so why did she feel so… euphoric?
Waves of pleasure swelled inside her, making her clit and nipples tingle. It wasn’t an orgasm, at least not any orgasm she’d experienced before, but it felt almost as good.
They fucked her steadily, filling her pussy and mouth with long, powerful strokes. Control. This was about control. They positioned her, restrained her, and filled her. And all she could do was relax and let them.
A low moan escaped her mouth as another wave crested. Her skin tingled and her clit twitched. She immersed herself in the sensations and just floated on currents of bliss.
Victor pumped into her mouth as his hand moved from her throat to her breasts. She opened for him, offering her wet mouth and willing throat. He rewarded her with caresses, his hand gliding over her quivering breasts.
“You’ve finally earned some pleasure,” Raphael told her as he slipped his hand between their bodies. “Come for your mates. Let us watch you come.”
Their urgent movements slowed but didn’t stop as they focused on her. Raphael’s fingers circled her clit, quickly building her simmering arousal into an inferno. Claire cried out around Victor’s cock and arched nearly off the bed. Powerful spasms gripped her core and pleasure pulsed through her entire body.
“Good girl,” Victor said, lightly pinching her nipples. “Now do it again.”
She never came that fast, hardly ever came more than once. If she came at all. Yet Raphael’s caressing fingers had the sensations churning seconds after the last ripple of pleasure ebbed. She moaned and Victor chuckled.
“Feel good?” he asked as his hand boldly stroked her body.
She couldn’t answer with his cock in her mouth, so why did he keep asking her questions?
“I want to play with her ass,” Victor decided. “Let’s trade places.”
Raphael pulled out and crawled onto the bed, but instead of shoving into her mouth as she’d expected, he threw a couple of pillows against the headboard and settled his back against them. He spread his legs, knees bent, wet cock rising between them. “Crawl over here, mate. Head down, ass in the air, mouth wrapped around me.”
What was it with Raphael and crawling? Not wanting to start a fight, and likely earn another spanking, she turned over and crawled up along the bed. Still on her knees, she positioned herself between Raphael’s legs and slowly lowered her mouth onto his cock. He tasted strange, slightly sweet yet… He tasted like her pussy! A strange thrill tingled along her spine as Raphael took her head between his hands and urged her head up and down.
Victor knelt behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Your pussy is so damn pretty.” He bent and licked her from clit to her puckered opening. He didn’t just brush over and return to her pussy; he lingered, stroking and circling.
She murmured and tried to wiggle away. She was uncomfortable with his exploration.
“Hush. I want to play and you’re going to let me.” As if to prove his point, Victor gathered slickness from her dripping pussy and eased one of his fingers into her tightest hole. “Have you ever taken a cock here?”
“Umm umm.” Her response was so muffled it was incomprehensible, but she managed to shake her head.
“Well, you’re going to very soon.”
She tensed and shook her head again.
Victor pushed a second finger in beside the first. “Not tonight, love. Your body isn’t ready to take me.” He stretched her as he slid his long fingers in and out. “But soon.” With his fingers still fucking her ass, he bent and tongued her clit.
Claire tried to ignore the unwanted attention. Ass play had never appealed to her. She couldn’t imagine why anyone enjoyed having anything shoved up their ass. But being penetrated was familiar and her body didn’t seem to care which hole was being filled. And his tongue. Oh, God, his tongue felt so good on her clit.
“Come for me, naughty mate,” Victor urged. “Come with my fingers fucking your sweet little ass.”
She shook her head again, but her body ignored her protests. Pleasure detonated and her core contracted so hard that her back passage tightened around his thrusting fingers.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he sucked on her clit. The gentle pulling sensation prolonged the waves of pleasure as he continued to stretch her back opening. “Did that feel good?”
She just whimpered, refusing to admit the truth.
Victor slapped her swollen folds while his fingers trained her bottom. “You’re so wet your arousal is rolling down your thigh. Are you really going to deny enjoying ass play?”
She pulled her mouth free long enough to say, “I didn’t deny anything. I just refused to respond.”
He slapped her pussy again, harder this time. “Watch your attitude.”
He worked a third finger into her reluctant opening and the stretch became painful. Claire groaned and shuddered. It burned and yet the fullness stirred a dark hunger she wasn’t ready to face. “Pull them out. It really hurts.”
“Admit that you came really hard just now or I won’t wait to fuck your ass.”
“I came because you were sucking on my clit,” she objected. “It had nothing to do with your fingers.” Why was she arguing with him? Did she want another spanking?
“I think she needs a demonstration,” Raphael said as he scooted off the bed.
Frustrated by her own foolishness, she turned her head to the side trying to see what Raphael had in mind. He walked out of her field of vision and a shiver raced along her spine. Would they spank her with something other than their hand? Or was he getting some sort of sexual aid?
Victor’s fingers continued to slide in and out of her bottom, causing her to wiggle and moan. Her clit tingled needfully, and she damned her sassy mouth. Whatever they were planning, she’d brought this on herself.
“Good idea,” Victor said as Raphael handed him something Claire couldn’t see. He drew his fingers out and positioned the mystery item against her bottom.
Claire lunged forward, landing on her belly. There was no way she was going to kneel there and let them shove a foreign object up her ass. “This night is over,” she yelled. “I’m going home.”
They held her down and one of them opened her bottom cheeks. “You’re no longer in control,” Raphael reminded. “This won’t just train your tight little asshole, it will teach you to mind your tongue as well.”
His voice came from near her shoulders, so Victor must be down by her hips. The object pressed against her bottom hole again and then he drove it inside. It slid smoothly, but her body was forced open by its thickness. And holy fuck, was it thick. Wider and wider her muscles stretched to accommodate the device.
“What is that thing?” she cried as the low burn turned into a sharper sting.
“We call them trainers, but they’re very similar to butt plugs,” Victor told her. “Ours are self-lubricating and the circumference can be expanded or contracted.”
“Contract it. Please! It really burns.”
“Your body will adjust faster if you relax,” Victor told her.
Relax? While something was being shoved up her behind? Not likely. “I hate you,” she sneered, but the claim was ruined by the quiver in her voice.
Victor drew her hips up and pushed her legs forward, bending her knees in the process. Raphael pulled her arms forward and secured her wrists with one strong hand. This prevented her from rearing or struggling. Then Victor fucked her bottom with the trainer. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the fullness and the sensual slide, but her body recognized the sensations, knew exactly where they led.
Tingling tension gathered low in her belly, and she pressed her face against the bedding to muffle her impending sobs. They were arousing her, stimulating her body in a way she’d never imagined to be pleasurable. She didn’t want this and resented that they were making her enjoy it. Her will was being eroded by their skill and the pheromones emanating from their bodies.
She moaned helplessly as tears escaped the corners of her eyes. The sting had long since faded, but the overwhelming fullness remained. And the slide. In and out, like a long, hard cock. Her hips lifted of their own volition as her clit began to tingle. He wasn’t even touching her there, yet the steady shuttle of the trainer had her teetering on the brink of an orgasm. That was the lesson. Not only could she enjoy having her bottom fucked, but she could come with nothing more than anal penetration.
Pleasure burst inside her and Claire cried out. Her pussy spasmed and tingling sensations zipped down her inner thighs. Her toes curled and her bottom tightened around the torturous toy. She was frustrated and humiliated, and each rippling spasm only accented her defeat. They won this round. No one could deny that she’d enjoyed this.
Victor pushed the trainer deep into her bottom and left it there. Then he straightened and drove his cock into her pussy.
Claire cried out as another surge of pleasure shook her. Had that been a separate orgasm or a continuation of the first? She ceased to care as Raphael lifted her upper body so he could return to his earlier position against the headboard. He buried his hands in her hair and brought her mouth down over his cock. She took him, letting him control her. Fighting them was pointless. This was their world. She needed to learn how to survive within it.
Victor felt massive because of the trainer, and he was plenty big all by himself. She moaned around Raphael’s cock, overwhelmed and confused. Their needs and motivations made perfect sense. It was her own that she couldn’t see clearly.
Raphael gripped her head, controlling her movements as he drove into her mouth. Victor held her hips firmly as he roughly fucked her pussy. Stretched, filled, taken, no, conquered. There was no better word for how she felt. Her body belonged to them. Her thoughts and feelings didn’t seem to matter. Her body was going to do what they wanted it to do regardless of her objections.
Raphael moved one of his hands from her face to her breasts. He pinched her nipples then gave each quivering mound a firm slap. She gasped around his surging cock, confused by the punishment.
“Pain heightens pleasure,” he explained, easily interpreting her emotions. “And I want you to scream with your next orgasm.” He pinched her nipples hard, twisting each sensitive tip before letting them go.
She cried out as well as she could and twisted trying to evade his hurtful fingers. Their movements sped, became even more aggressive. Victor’s hips slapped her ass and his entire length slammed into her pussy. Raphael grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down onto his cock. Over and over, he took her mouth with inescapable urgency.
They were rough now, harshly using her pussy and mouth as if she had no purpose but to pleasure them. The thought sent a twisted thrill through her body and made her clit tingle. Her pussy tightened around Victor’s cock as yet another orgasm built with staggering speed.
Raphael caught one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Victor reached around and did the same on the other side. They compressed the sensitive flesh until her nipples went numb. Claire moaned, holding still and allowing them to command her senses. It wasn’t like she had a choice.
They released at the same time and Claire screamed. The orgasm triggered by their cruelty detonated with explosive power. Her inner muscles spasmed painfully and tingling heat flooded her arms and legs. She whimpered and trembled, lost in the sensory storm assailing her body. Then the floaty sensation returned with a vengeance, blurring reality as the waves of pleasure went on and on.
Raphael pulled back into her mouth and spilled his seed on her tongue. Each hot jet intensified his taste and sent little aftershocks of her orgasm ricocheting through her body. Claire swallowed as fast as she could, struggling to keep up with his release.
When he’d finished, she pushed up on shaky arms, drawing her mouth off Raphael’s cock. She licked the last of his cum off her lips and fought against the emotions welling within her. That had been the most intensely pleasurable experience of her life, and yet it left her feeling lost and vulnerable. She would not break down in front of these two. They had no right to know how deeply they’d affected her.