Authors: Gracen Miller
She complied with Troz’s instruction. A moment later more weight pressed against her as Troz hunched over Lyx’s back and settled his palms over Sanja’s.
“You okay, my sex-pet? Can you breathe with our weight on you?”
Sanja nodded. At this point, breathing was overrated anyway. All she could concentrate on was the hammering of the cock inside her.
“I’m close to coming.” Lyx kissed her forehead, his gentleness startling her. “What about you, Sanja?”
“Close. So close.”
His dark-purple lips skimmed across her mouth, their breaths mingled and became one. “I love to make love to you.”
Make love? Her eyes rounded. He couldn’t truly mean—
“It’s an expression, Sanja. Don’t read more into it.”
But the vertical frown lines between his eyes suggested the words bothered him. She wouldn’t admit her disappointment, even though he probably gleaned it anyway.
The thrusts became frenzied, and the closer her orgasm approached, the more she panted, until she grew lightheaded. She buried her nails into Lyx’s hands, nipped his bottom lip, and whimpered as the climax slammed into her. Blackness narrowed her vision on Lyx’s orange eyes as the orgasm tore through her.
Lyx groaned as his fiery seed burst inside her and a couple of thrusts later, Troz threw his head back and bellowed his release.
For long seconds they remained in the tableau of lovemaking. Troz moved first, climbing onto the bed as Lyx withdrew from her achy body. Shifted to spoon with Troz, she lay in the aftermath attempting to catch her breath. Lyx faced her, settling his head on the pillow next to hers. Their gazes met, his eyes soft, his expression open.
“You okay?” Lyx used two fingertips to remove hair from her damp cheek.
I think so
. “Yeah.”
“Did we overwhelm you?” Troz buried his face into the curve where her shoulder and neck met.
“A little.”
But gawd, it was hot knowing Lyx was being used while he’d been using me
. “You scared me a little too, Troz.” She was glad he was behind her so she didn’t have to look him in the eye when she said that.
“I would never harm you.” Troz kissed her shoulder.
Lyx’s silence unnerved her, and she wondered what thoughts traipsed through his head. Or maybe he was just picking through her thoughts and gauging her honesty.
“My butt is still burning from the bigger butt plug.” She hoped it’d reached the limit of its size. “And it stung when you slapped my…between my legs.” She felt the blush spread across her cheeks.
Lyx grinned. The first indication he listened and processed hers and Troz’s conversation.
Troz reached around, cupped her chin and forced her to turn enough that she could meet his eyes. “I was in your skin the entire time. I knew how far I could push. I also felt how aroused the pussy spanking made you.” He caressed her jaw with his chin. “The bite of pain with sexual pleasure is much different than harming you. I’m not a sadist like Lyx, I don’t become aroused by delivering pain, but I will give it if it increases your pleasure.”
Without any warning a hand delved between her thighs, and she whimpered, trying to escape the sensitive touch. But sandwiched between her men there was nowhere to go. She jerked as a fingertip located her clit and flicked across her.
“Don’t move again.” Lyx spoke, verifying he was the one who teased her folds. “He used his hand to spank this gorgeous pussy.” Lyx’s fingertip circled her nub, and she whimpered at the extreme sensations. “It turned me on watching him smack your cunt. I get a turn.”
She tried to push his hand aside, but Troz released her chin and caught her hands, anchoring them against her belly. She scrunched her eyes closed as his soft touch drew shudder after shudder from her.
“Look at me.” After a deep breath, she turned her face toward Lyx and opened her eyes. “You disobeyed me by moving and trying to push my touch aside.” She opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off. “Don’t talk.”
Her teeth clicked together.
“You don’t want me touching you. I get it. You’re tiny, little clit has been over stimulated.” He tapped the nub in question, each rap wrenching a shudder from her. “I’ll punish you for disobeying.”
Spankings. That’s how he said he issued punishment. With the dildo stuffed in her bottom, the pain would be twofold.
“No. I won’t spank you.”
He wouldn’t? That confused her.
“Not this time. A different form of punishment will fit this offense better.”
Oh, shit, why do I feel like I am in big trouble…and I’m not going to like this
?
“Troz, will you provide Sanja enough space so she can lie on her back?”
Troz shuffled away from her, caught her shoulder, and rolled her to her back.
“Spread your legs,” Lyx demanded.
“I can’t. You’re both too close.” They were both pressed up against her side, much too near to follow his instructions.
His gaze held hers, steady with the expectation of her cooperation. “Spread them by placing your legs on our hips.” Swallowing past the sudden dryness in her mouth, she complied, and he offered her a brief smile. “Good girl.” He cupped her folds with his palm and squeezed just a little. “I’ll use a flogger on this pussy very soon.”
Moisture flooded from her body.
He smirked, confirming he caught her reaction.
Mortified by her unexplained arousal, she squinted her eyes closed.
What is wrong with me
? Pussy spankings are wrong, regardless if done with a hand or flogger. Kinky. Yet the idea aroused her. She’d been a freakin’ virgin in all ways until meeting them. But she couldn’t deny she’d enjoyed when Troz hurt her earlier and fucked her through the discomfort. The bite of pain had thrust her into a state she couldn’t explain, but in that moment she’d been free of all choices. It’d been like attaining nirvana.
Choices. Ha! She hadn’t had a single choice since arriving here, and she liked that options had been taken from her. Somehow it increased her pleasure, left her free to experience the bliss rather than worry about receiving ecstasy in the ways she had.
“Look at me.” Lyx’s voice was cool, detached, and maybe just a little angry sounding. “Do not shut me out again. Understand?”
She nodded quickly.
He went on as if there’d been no interruption in the conversation. “Soon, Sanja, very soon….” He trailed his thumb along her bottom lip. “I’ll introduce you to more. You have no idea the many ways I can make pain feel good.”
A trickle of fear scampered along her spine and buzzed in her head.
He pushed his thumb into her mouth and ran the pad along her bottom teeth. “I’ll even have Troz fuck you while I leave welts on your back and ass.”
Welts? That didn’t sound like fun at all. She shook her head, but with his thumb in her mouth, he pressed his fingers beneath her chin and halted any movement. “I promise you’ll come harder than you ever have.”
That scared her more than the idea of welts and pain.
“We’ll start slow, work you up to the hardcore stuff.” The fire in his eyes said he couldn’t wait to begin. And the way that intensity burned in his gaze, she hoped the ‘soon’ he promised was something akin to years.
“You’re scaring me.” It surprised her when her thoughts fell from her lips.
“I know.” He removed his hand from her and kissed her forehead. “Time for your punishment.” Her breath hitched and then stuttered out much too quickly. He chuckled. “Use your hands to spread your pussy lips.”
Air strangled in her lungs, and she refused to obey in a timely fashion so he smacked her pussy, and she gasped. That hurt. Worse than the ones Troz had given her…but oddly stirring, too.
His hand vacated from between her thighs, and he settled it on her stomach.
“Your pussy already bears a handprint.” Troz sat up, stared at her groin as he traced a fingertip along the handprint he’d mentioned—at least that’s what she thought he was doing. “Stripes from the flogger
would
look pretty against the pale flesh of your cunt and thighs.”
“But you said you didn’t like giving pain.”
“I don’t get off on it, but watching a woman that enjoys the edge get worked over makes my dick extremely hard.”
A breath hissed between her teeth. These men were sick and twisted, and…
they’re demons, of course, they’re sick and twisted. And there’s nothing I can do to protect myself from—
Lyx grabbed her chin and jerked her head back. His gaze locked on hers. “You’re not only overthinking this, but stalling as well, which increases my agitation. I can retrieve the flogger now, if you’d prefer.” The red slash of Lyx’s eyebrows elevated, waiting on her to decide.
“No,” she whispered. Holding his eyes, she thrust her hands between her legs and used her fingers to spread herself open for him. Humiliated at exposing herself to them, she wanted to pull away and find a safe place inside where nothing touched her. That was hard to do with the wispy touches Troz applied against her opening. Had to be Troz because Lyx’s hand still lay flat against her abdomen and his other arm propped him up on the bed.
“That pleases me.” Lyx’s hand navigated down from her belly to her exposed cunt. He thumped her clitoris with his fingertip and she twitched, barely restraining a cry before it exited her lungs. “Still sensitive?”
She nodded.
“Good.” He abruptly shoved fingers into her sheath and rubbed his thumb over her nub hard. She bucked beneath him, tears blurring her vision as the pain of extreme sensation plowed through her loins. She couldn’t take it, just couldn’t…and then he stopped.
A relieved sigh burst from her parted lips, as Troz settled a hand on her breast. “After that reaction from you, I
have
to feel what you are.”
She glanced at the globe he palmed and watched as his skeins filtered into her skin.
“I’ve only got two fingers inside you.”
She met Lyx’s gaze.
“You’ll take all four before I finish and allow you to come.”
“It hurts for you to touch me there. I don’t want to come again. Don’t think I can handle it if I do.”
Lyx’s eyes narrowed a fraction. His fingers vacated her swollen channel, and she had only a moment of relief before his palm struck her pussy once more with a resounding
thwack
.
Sanja cried out at the unexpected stinging, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She almost lost her grip on her folds.
“Fuck me,” Troz growled. “Do that once more.”
She couldn’t even get out a ‘no’ before a whiplash slap struck her cunt. Her intimate lips slipped from her hold, and she attempted a mini-escape, but Lyx must’ve expected it—or read her goddamn mind—because he wrapped his hand around her throat hard enough to stifle her oxygen flow. She could still breathe, but couldn’t get enough air into her lungs to satisfy her.
“Don’t move.”
“Don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me.” A sob ripped from her before she could stop it.
“Oh,
milien zariena
—”
What’d that mean?
“—I would never hurt you. I would rather kill myself than really harm you. My only desire is to give you pain mixed with pleasure. I have practiced on so many before you, have learned the varying shades of agony one can tolerate. Pushing limits is what I do, but….” Lyx released his hold on her throat and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears on one side of her face. “I have pushed you too hard, too fast. My mistake. I will retrieve my flogger and allow you to place some stripes on my back, ass, or wherever it pleases you.”
Confused, Sanja blinked through her tears. “I do not wish to hurt you, Lyx.”
A frown slashed across his forehead, and he lowered his mouth to hers, giving her a soft exploratory kiss. One that clenched her heart in a vise of emotion. “I’m sorry I hurt you in a way you could not tolerate,” he whispered against her mouth. “Next time I will give you a safe word to use, but
only
to utilize if you’ve been pushed beyond your limit.”
“She enjoyed it,” Troz said, disturbing the bubble she’d been in with Lyx.
He was right. She
had
enjoyed it, but that delight terrified her. Pain shouldn’t be exquisite, shouldn’t escalate her libido. Were their sick and twisted kinks contagious?
“I believe she’s just unprepared to let herself go and accept her inner kink.”
“I understand.” Lyx lifted his head and caressed her jaw with his lips. “Open yourself for me once more.”
“But…shouldn’t your punishment cancel out mine?”
An amused grin tilted Lyx’s lips, and Troz chuckled. “No,” Lyx said. “But good try. Your punishment is forced pleasure,
milien zariena.
”
“What does
me-lean zah-rean-ah
mean?”
“My heaven.”
Air hitched in her lungs and burned her throat.
My heaven
? That had to mean he cared, that he felt affection toward her, rather than just the need to breed with her and protect his property.