Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] (14 page)

“Please, Master.”

He thumbed her clit. “Please, Master, what?”

“Please, Master, fuck me.”

“Patience.”

She didn’t want to have any more patience. This
slow seduction had her near the breaking point. He pried open her lips with his
thumbs and slowly circled her clit with his tongue. The light pressure was
worse than when he’d turned on the dildo and drove it in and out of her.

She sniffled to keep her tears from soaking the
cloth.

He groaned. Suddenly, he released her right leg
and then her left. She didn’t move, awaiting his instruction. When he untied
her wrist restraints, she lowered her arms and rubbed them.

A kiss was the last thing she expected, but
having his bare chest plastered to her body and his hard cock pressed against
her belly weakened not only her legs but her brain. Her lips worked furiously
against his as her hunger nearly consumed her. His groans sounded more like
growls when mixed with her moans.

She gave up the fight and wrapped her arms
around his neck.

“God, Liz, I have to have you.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

So she’d forgotten to say, Master. Perhaps he
was so turned on that he forgot. He stilled.
Oh, shit.

“You will pay for that slip.”

Fuck me
. She was too weak for this man. He lifted her
up and carried her somewhere. Their skin was slickened with sweat, and they
glided off one another. With a quick flip, she was face down, but still in his
arms.

“I want you on your elbows and knees. I want
that pretty little ass high in the air.”

She’d never had a cock in her rear hole and
wasn’t sure she could handle one, especially a cock as big as Trax’s.

He set her down on something nicely padded.
From the fact he only lowered her a few inches, she guessed she might be on top
of the massage table. He scooted her forward then spread her knees wide. Knowing
she was about to get his cock, her pussy convulsed time and time again. Her
nipples ached not only from need but from use. She wet her lips because her
panting had dried them out.

Hurry
.

She wiggled her ass, and a second later Trax
placed a hand on her rear. “What did I say about moving, slave?”

Slave?
That did seem to fit with the master concept,
but she wasn’t sure she could ever be a total submissive. When she didn’t
respond straps of leather smacked her ass, not hard enough to really hurt, but
they did sting.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll try to be good.”

“If you can’t control your urges, would you
like me to whip your pussy?”

Shivers encircled her, and they weren’t the
good kind. “No, Master.”

That might have gotten her to say her safe
word. He dragged that leather thing across her ass and even that much pressure
made her clench her cheeks. The hard slap was unexpected, but it did serve to
warm up her insides.

“When Dante comes in your ass, you will need to
learn to relax. Now don’t move.”

She bowed her head and was rewarded with caress
on her back. Latches coming undone sounded and suddenly the table came apart.
“Master?”

“Don’t worry. The table separates, allowing me
better access to your pussy.”

She thought she’d get his cock. She must not
have held in her displeasure because he spanked her again.

“Ouch.” She refused to add the sign of respect.

“That will cost you. For that I will not edge
you closer to your climax and then stop.”

That was a punishment? She focused on the
stopping part when perhaps she should have been worried about not being allowed
to climax.

She needed his cock so bad she was willing to
stay locked up in the vault of an apartment for weeks, if that’s how long it
took to get him to fuck her. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Not.

He climbed up behind her. She lifted her head.
He slipped his cock under her pussy and rocked back and forth. Her juices
coated him. At the same time, the friction rubbed against her clit and drove
her higher. Here she thought the torture would stop.

Reaching under her chest, he pinched both
nipples so hard she gurgled. No words came out. The ache intensified quickly,
but dissipated almost as fast as a sweeping wave of lust slammed into her. If
she didn’t get his cock soon, she’d tear off the damn blindfold and run
downstairs naked. If Dante wasn’t there she’d take the first man she could
find.

She’d never been this desperate before, let
alone so close to despair. Trax had pushed her way past her limits. His cock
edged her opening and her breath caught.

“I need you.” His strangled admission almost
did her in, but she held on tight, wanting to give him his release, too.

The first thrust was hard and fast. His size
stretched her to the max, but the friction was divine bliss. He leaned over her
back and kissed her shoulder, acting as if this was as special to him as it was
to her. When he cupped her breasts and twisted her nipples, waves of fevered
lust swamped her. His cock set her body on fire and sent deliciously wicked
flames up her pussy walls.

She couldn’t breathe. Her mouth gulped in air
and she buried her head in her hands as she spiraled out of control.

“Jesus, but you’re so fucking tight.”

His subsequent thrust tipped her over the edge
and way past the point of no return. As he pinched her nipples, it was as if
she was swimming in a sensual fog, unaware of anything but the two of them in a
tight embrace.

She clamped her hands over her ears to keep the
blood from pounding.

“Come for me, slave.”

His voice, while muddled, finally registered
and the joy in knowing she could give in to her urges filled her with unbridled
ecstasy.

His hands slipped to her hips and his grip
tightened. He pumped hard and fast, and she let the joy take over. Her release
splintered her, scattering her thoughts in every direction, while her pussy
burned and sang.

The hottest fire raged inside her as his climax
shot powerfully inside her. His cock expanded and pulsed. He slid his hands
around her and held on tight as if he never wanted to let her go. Or at least,
she allowed herself to imagine the joy of him never releasing her.

Only when their breaths calmed did he pull out.
“Relax. I need to clean you up.”

Since the table was wide open to the middle,
she lowered one leg to the floor and followed it with the other. Her chest
dropped onto the top. The door behind her opened and she figured the blindfold
wasn’t necessary. Besides, she wanted to get a good look at the huge object
that had just impaled her.

She was just getting her second wind when he
came back with a towel. His eyes widened, but he said nothing about the
blindfold removal. She lowered her gaze from his face to his huge cock that
didn’t seem to have gone down an inch.

“You’re huge, Master.”

“The better to fuck you with, my dear.”

She was surprised the man had a sense of humor.
He swiped the warm cloth between her legs and even the act of him caring for
her made her heart skip a beat.

“Anyone home?” The shout came from the living
room.

Oh, crap
. Dante was here.

“In the playroom,” Trax shouted.

Why did he have to do that? She tried to edge
past him to grab her clothes, but he stopped her. She looked up to see if he
wanted her to hide. He grinned and pulled her in front of him.

The door opened and Dante strode in. The light
coming from the living room obscured his features but his stance widened and he
hooked his thumbs in his jeans, looking like a gunslinger ready to shoot.

Chapter Twelve

“Well hell. If I had known you wanted to get
laid, you should have called me.”

Liz hadn’t wanted to get
laid
. She wanted to make love with Trax. There was a big
difference. “Trax was comforting me.”

“I’m sure he was. Your tits are nice and rosy
and your pussy is a sweet pink. Looks like my brother sure did give you a lot
of comfort.”

Even though she’d made love with Dante, she
tried to cover her pussy with her hands, but that only served to bunch up her
tits. “I need to get dressed.”

Dante stepped forward. “What’s your hurry?
Looks like Trax here has you all ready and primed.”

While she adored Dante and loved what he did to
her body, she wasn’t sure she was ready to swap men.

He kicked off his shoes and lowered his jeans.
She wanted some gentle loving. As she stepped forward, Trax held her arms. “I
didn’t give you permission to go anywhere.”

How far was he planning to take this Dom thing?
She had to decide what if anything she wanted to do about it. Her pussy was
vibrating, but when she thought about being taken roughly by Dante, her nipples
hardened.

Or did he want to fuck her ass? She wasn’t sure
what she thought about that. Dante’s gaze never left hers as he shucked his
jeans. His cock stood at attention. With her pussy swollen from Trax, she
wasn’t sure he’d even fit.

“How about getting the nipple clamps, Dante?
And a plug while you’re over there.”

Nipple clamps? Her nipples were already so
tender that even one suck might give her another climax. Dante returned and
slid his hands over her tits and pulled on the tips. Electric pulses shot
straight to her stomach and then down her inner walls. My God, what the man did
to her. His cock was already hard, but she wasn’t sure she wanted something in
her ass right now.

Trax leaned over her shoulder. “Now you’ll know
what it’s like to have two men love you. But don’t worry, I’ll hold Dante
back.”

Did that mean they’d fuck her ass another time?

Paper tore and as she twisted her head, Trax
tightened his grip. “Let it be a surprise. You’ll like it so much better.”

Dante reached around her and waved the plug in
front of her face. It looked huge.

“Bend her over.”

Trax moved to the side and pressed on the back
of her head forcing her to place her hands on her knees. From her vantage
point, she saw Dante move behind her and spread her legs apart. He dragged a
finger down her butt crack forcing her to clench her ass.

“Bro, this isn’t going to work. She’s not even
pink.”

“I swear she was. I must not have given her all
that she wanted.”

They were acting like she wasn’t there. Trax
moved to her head and held her shoulders. His cock was right under her mouth.
The temptation got the best of her and she drew him into her mouth.

“Slave, I did not give you permission to suck
on me. Dante punish her.”

She noted he did nothing to stop her from
continuing to give him a blowjob. His comment had been a ploy to redden her
ass. Dante’s first slap brought tears to her eyes. Her ass was already red from
Trax’s spanking. They had to see how sensitive she was. With his cock in her
mouth, her cry came out muffled.

“Another
one,” Trax commanded.

The second strike had her heart jumping. She
was about to lift up and use her safe word, but Dante rubbed out the hurt then
kissed her cheeks. He unscrewed something and a pleasant citrusy scent wafted
over to her. It wasn’t until Dante’s finger pressed against her butthole that
she realized it was lube.

She lifted her head, but Trax pressed it down
again. She decided to see if she could make him lose control and not worry
about what Dante was going to do to her. He dragged something hard across her
ass and between her cheeks.

“This is just a little tiny plug to get you
used to having a real man in your ass.”

While tempted to clench, she sucked hard on
Trax’s cock to stop from tensing. Tightening her stomach, she was able to lift
both hands. With one hand, she fondled his balls and with the other she wrapped
it around his cock. He hissed and she inwardly smiled.

Dante pressed a thumb against her anus and she
jerked. He slipped his cock between her legs and rubbed it back and forth
against her clit. She must have sucked too hard on Trax because he stepped out
of her grasp.

“Enough. Dante, put in the plug. Now.”

“Yes, sir!” His chuckle followed.

How come he could joke with Trax, but when she
tried it, he punished her by preventing her from climaxing?

Dante pressed the not-so-small plug against her
ass and pushed inward.
Yikes!
The
thing was bigger than a cock, or so it seemed. He twisted it right then left
and hit all sorts of strange nerves. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just foreign to
have something back there.

He pushed on the end so hard she nearly tripped
forward. Dante patted her butt. “All set.”

Neither man said anything, but both turned her
around so that her back was to Trax who lifted her shoulders. Dante stepped
over to the table and picked up something silver. It was a Y-shaped chain with
clips on the end. Her mind reeled.