Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (22 page)

She went still. “For what?”

“That your first time was like this.”

Of course, he knew.

She didn’t want him feeling bad—not when she’d just found Jesus three times in a row. “I’m not.”

He kissed down her neck, bit the place where neck met shoulder. “You’re so brave, ninja girl. I can’t believe you gave yourself to us without having any experience.” He squeezed her breast.

She didn’t know what to say. A blush crawled up her neck and heated her cheeks.

“We might never let you go.” He sucked her earlobe.

Tears stung her eyes, not for any rational reason. Just for being wanted, especially at this peculiar juncture of her life. Or for the nirvana of the orgasm. Her legs still trembled, and her body felt boneless.

Joe eased out of her and helped her from the shower with an arm around her waist. He disposed of the condom and opened a towel, lifting his chin like he wanted her to step into it.

Like when Alex had bandaged her, it brought on a disturbing stab of longing. It had been years since anyone had taken care of her. When they had, it had been because they’d been in her father’s employ, not because they wanted to care for her. Now, as Joe toweled her dry, she shook beneath his touch, shyer than a unicorn.

He wrapped her in the towel and pulled the ends to bring her against his sculpted body. His lips brushed her forehead then her nose then mouth. “Are you okay, little ninja?”

She nodded, mutely.

“I’m glad it was you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Stealing from us.” He claimed her mouth again, his lips both soft and powerful as they twisted over hers. “I like having you as our slave.”

She blinked rapidly, her face heating again.

He eased back. “Come on. Get dressed and pack your things. You won’t be staying here again.”

Chapter Three

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J
oe knew Skye was awake. She hadn’t moved, but her breathing changed. He opened his eyes and pushed her flat on her back. Her pale locks fanned out on the pillow around her face, standing out in contrast to the soft leather collar he’d placed on her.

She wore nothing but the collar. He’d taken her up to his suite, ready to torture her a little more with a vibrator in her ass, but the orgasms in the shower had demolished her. Her eyes barely stayed open for the time it took her to strip, kneel, and allow him to put the collar on her.

He’d put her to bed and curled his body around hers, threatening to chain her spread-eagle if she tried to sneak out. Not that he believed she would. Their little cat burglar was on a journey of self-discovery right now, and he knew she enjoyed being tortured as much as they loved inflicting it.

Alex had arrived sometime in the wee hours of the morning and fit himself around the other side of her. He leaned up on his elbow now and cupped her breast, kneading the flesh and pinching her nipple. “How was she?”

“Haven’t had a woman so tight since Jenny Frank.” He knew his brother would remember his high school girlfriend, whose virginity he took in a hotel room during prom.

Alex’s hand stilled. “I see.”

Skye blushed.

His brother resumed his fondling, stroking down her belly to tease the lips of her sex. “Did that give you pause?”

The scent of her arousal reached him, and his cock stiffened. He pinched the nipple Alex had neglected. “Some. Fortunately, she enjoyed it quite a bit more than Jenny Frank.”

“Uh, guys, I’m right here. You can stop talking about me—”

Alex swung his body over Skye’s, pinning her arms down at the elbows. “Slaves are to be seen and not heard—unless we are speaking to you directly. Got it?”

Skye’s hips bucked, her physical response to domination obvious and immediate. The girl was perfect for them. Clever, unpretentious, unimpressed by wealth and power since she had her own, she was a devilish vixen who begged them to force her surrender every time. Despite the fact she could clearly take care of herself, she inspired a protectiveness in him—in both of them, if he read his brother right. She embodied the perfect feminine duality of hard-as-nails tough and porcelain fragile.

“
Yes, sir
, is the only correct answer, Skye.” Alex gave her face a slap, which made her eyes roll back in her head and her legs splay open in blatant invitation.

He wasn’t sure if she even realized how readily she responded—she’d seemed confused about it yesterday. This morning, though, she only appeared needy.

Alex didn’t take his eyes off the girl as he spoke. “I think it’s time to take her ass, what do you think, Joe?” He angled a finger inside her pussy. “I’ll bet it’s even tighter than this dripping cunt.”

Skye winced
.

Alex removed his finger and sucked her juices. “Does that word bother you, little pain slut?”

She struggled against his hold on her arms, her legs sliding around beneath him.

“Do you want to cane her first?”

“Hmm...” Joe reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps—the kind with the double bars that clamp down and tighten. “Hold her down.” He attached one to the nipple closest to him.

She cried out then bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes.

He watched her. “Too much?”

She shook her head.

“Good girl. No, I think I’ll save the caning for later. I’d like her ass tender and sore when we go down to the Valentine’s ball, so she remembers who she belongs to. It will keep her mind off her stepmonster.”

Skye giggled—an unusual sound from her, but a tear spilled from her eye.

“What?”

She shook her head. “Why are you taking my side?”

He leaned in and bit her neck. “You don’t deserve it, do you?”

The smile faded and her blue eyes clouded, as if she agreed.

“Right. You’ve been a very naughty stepdaughter. But, you see, little ninja, we don’t mind naughty girls, because we know how to handle them.” He winked. “And who are we to judge? Besides, if you’re our slave, that means you’re under our protection, so we’ll be shielding you from any grief from the outside world.”

“We want to be the only ones who give you grief.” Alex grinned a Cheshire cat smile at her.

Too much emotion flashed over her face, so he distracted her by attaching the second nipple clamp.

She gasped and winced.

“Yes, I think it is time for her ass-fucking. She certainly deserves double penetration this morning. It is Valentine’s day, after all.”

Her eyes grew wide, but she didn’t protest. “I need to brush my teeth,” she announced in a small voice.

Alex slapped her face again. “Were we speaking to you?”

“I believe she wants it harder than that,” he observed.

“I know, but I’d feel horrible if I left a mark for the ball.”

Skye writhed beneath him, her body twisting and turning in response to the discussion.

Alex gazed down at her. “Did you want it harder?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

He slapped her face again, keeping his fingers soft. This time he struck hard enough to turn her cheek and leave fingermarks.

“Better. What do you think? Should we let her brush her teeth?”

Alex sat back and released her arms, still straddling her waist. “I’ll time it. She gets one spank for every second she’s gone from the bed.” He slid to the side to allow her to move. “You’d better hurry, ninja girl. The clock is running.”

She scrambled out of bed, dashing for the master bathroom.

“Top or bottom?” Alex asked, his gaze following their lovely captive.

“You pick.” It was easy to be magnanimous when he’d already had her once.

“I’ll take top. And I want to give the spanking.”

He didn’t mind that, either. Watching her face during her punishment would bring him as much pleasure as delivering it himself. “Deal.”

He fished in his bedside drawer for condoms and lube.

Skye returned at a run. “How many was that?” she asked, breathless. The exhilaration evident on her face made him smile.

Alex shrugged. “I lost count. We’ll have to go with one hundred. Or maybe two.”

“Two hundred?”
Her forehead creased in disbelief. “No way.”

Alex caught her up by the waist and wrestled her down over his lap. “You heard me.” He bent her wrists behind her back and scissored one leg over both of hers. He started slapping her, fast and hard, not giving her a chance to acclimate to the pain. “Because I don’t really need an excuse to spank you, do I? You’re my slave, and I can do whatever I want with you.”

She bucked and clenched her cheeks, writhing over his lap. Her mouth opened, and she twisted, looking like she planned to bite Alex’s thigh.

Joe pinned her nape down to the mattress. “No biting, little she-devil.”

She continued to struggle, but the gleam in her eyes told him she loved every minute of it.

“Do you know the real reason for your spanking?” He worked a hand underneath her and wiggled one of the nipple clamps.

She squealed and panted, still resisting every second of the discipline.

“It’s the warm-up to your ass-fucking.”

Her eyes rolled back, jaw went slack, although her little grunts and gasps continued, making him harder than a rock. “You’re...so...mean,” she gasped.

Alex raised an eyebrow at him, asking if she’d had enough.

He answered with a quick shake of his head. She liked the torment. “Spank her harder.” He said the words more to inflame Skye than anything. Alex was already applying his palm without much restraint.

She whimpered.

Alex upped the intensity, and her body softened, ass lifted, as she drew closer to conceding defeat.

“Ow,” she whimpered, the tough ninja gone now.

“Let’s see how wet she is.”

Alex stopped spanking and dipped two fingers between her legs, which she readily parted. “Like a river.”

*****

H
er brain had fogged, muscles turned to gelatin. Her ass throbbed in time with her heartbeat and, yes, her pussy flowed like a river. Through the haze, it occurred to her she ought to be embarrassed about her humbling situation—about the over-the-lap spanking or about having her vaginal secretions discussed as if she were nothing more than a fuck-doll, but every part of it fueled her lust.

She’d never understood the need people had for sex before, but, at this moment, she was sure if she didn’t get a cock inside her within the next ten seconds, she would spontaneously combust.

Alex lifted her by the waist, squeezing her stinging butt. “Crawl over to Joe, there,” he murmured in her ear.

She looked to the bed and found Joe, naked and waiting, his sheathed cock bobbing for her. Her body lunged before her brain even registered Alex’s instructions. Though she had no experience, the position seemed clear. She straddled Joe, lifting her pelvis over his cock.

He gripped her hips and drew her down onto him, rubbing the head against her entrance.

Her sex parted, opening for him, the slick walls guiding him in, despite the tight fit.

“Still sore?” Joe’s cool expression revealed no concern, but she knew, somehow, if it really wasn’t okay, they would stop. But they knew she liked the pain, liked feeling forced.

“Yes,” she hissed and undulated her hips over him, desperate for the friction against her clit.

He squeezed her sore ass, fingers digging into her flesh, palms directing the movement of her hips.

A fresh issuance of lubricant slicked the way, and the discomfort disappeared, replaced only by tightly coiled need.

“She’s ready.”

She tensed, looking over her shoulder at Alex, who stood on his knees behind them, his sheathed cock in his fist.

Joe parted her ass cheeks.

Oh lordy.

“Wait—” she gasped, breathless.

Joe slapped the back of her thigh. “You don’t give orders around here, little girl. We’re going to fuck you into oblivion right now.”

Something cool landed on her exposed rosette, making her anus clench in terror.

“Let go for a sec,” Alex murmured to Joe.

He released her cheeks.

Alex started spanking her again, just as hard and fast as before.

She gasped, tightening her buttocks, which drove her farther onto Joe’s cock. The sharp slaps registered as more pleasure than pain, and she ground herself over Joe, grinding over him shamelessly, desperate for release. She hardly noticed when Alex parted her cheeks, but the pressure of his cock at her back entrance made her legs stiffen and shoot out.

Joe tugged both her nipple clamps at once, and she screamed. The moment he released them, Alex pressed forward, breaching her hole.

“Uhng...oh!” she sobbed, the sensation of fullness overwhelming, the desperate need increasing a thousandfold.

Neither man moved as she lay sandwiched between them, her body trembling. After a moment, Joe nodded at Alex.

He eased out and pushed back in.

She sobbed again, real tears starting to leak from her eyes, just from the overwhelming feeling of it all.

Joe held up a finger, and Alex didn’t move again. Both men’s cocks filled her.

A tremor of desire ran through her. “Please?” she pleaded, zero pride left.

Joe gripped her hips and moved her pelvis back and then forward, impaling her again with his cock. Alex eased back as she took Joe fully. When Joe pushed her away from him, Alex plunged in deep. They continued this slow rhythm so she took one cock then the other, alternately. The sensations were far too much. She felt so fully owned, so completely taken by them. Her body dissolved into melted butter, surrendered to their will, to their plunder.

She wept, incoherent words babbling from her mouth amongst the pleading for release. “Oh God, please, please, please. Please. Alex...Joe.”

They continued, merciless.

“Oh please, why are you doing this to me? Oh don’t stop, never stop...no...”

She attempted to hide her face over Joe’s shoulder, but he gripped her hair and pulled her head back up. “Look at me, ninja girl,” he murmured. “I need to see your eyes.”

Looking at him seemed impossible—more vulnerable even than being taken in both holes at once, but because he demanded it, she obeyed. She stared into the azure depths of his eyes, her vision blurring with tears. “Oh God...no, no, no. Please. Yes. Oh my God. This isn’t possible...this isn’t happening...”