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The tiny spray of freckles on her nose stood out against her increasing pallor. Even her rosy lips paled. “My gods,” she breathed. “Where have I landed?”

“Truth, my sweet,” Orion confirmed. “And now you must comply. Undress.”

“Wh…why?”

“To allow your hu—” A violent cough from Thorn cut Orion off from proclaiming them as her husbands, and with another blink, his brother said, “To allow us to ease our terror at what might have taken place and cope with the stress, Adara. And to teach you.”

“So I made an honest mistake, scared you and I have to fix it by taking a spanking? That’s nuts. And I get the lesson already, just from what you told me. It won’t happen again. Believe it. I have a working brain.”

Thorn couldn’t risk that working brain presenting further argument and derailing their plan. Kellis might soften and undermine them—he was the weak link—and Orion might side with his twin. He crossed to Adara and tossed her over his shoulder, making his way to the seat behind the cargo crates. She screamed and flailed at him but desisted when he laid a crack on her upturned bottom.

Swiveling into place, Thorn sat and arranged his little burden over his knee, pulling her dress up and allowing it to fall to veil her shoulders and head. Orion and Kellis crowded around and stared with awe and lust at her naked curves and the base of the bright pink plug nestled between her buttocks. Orion chose clothing and other such items for their subs and Kellis chose the toys. Thorn leaned to articles of discipline.

Orion knelt and eased her garment off, placing his hand beneath their beloved’s chin to raise her head so he could look into her face. “See me, my sweet. Look into my eyes. Know this is our way and for the best, Adara.”

The startled look crossing Orion’s features told Thorn she wasn’t gazing at the eldest twin with anything close to love and respect, but Orion composed himself and regarded Adara solemnly and with great sweetness. Kellis stepped in and stroked her hair, murmuring encouragement. That made Thorn the bad guy. So be it. He spanked Adara with heavy, measured swats, not avoiding the base of the plug and made it about correction until Orion gave him
the look
. He had to admit that her sobs and snuffling twice in one day was a killer, and he relented enough to telegraph a thought to Kellis.

Kellis hustled to slip a hand between Adara’s widespread thighs, and Thorn felt her jerk and attempt to avoid what would be a gentle stimulation of her clit. He squeezed her calves tighter between his much stronger legs and Kellis persisted while Thorn rubbed the stinging flesh of her very red ass in ever widening circles. The sweet musky smell of their bride’s arousal drifted to their collective noses. If Thorn wasn’t still riding the memory of Adara nearly giving away her presence to fucking outlaws he might have smiled when the twins closed their eyes and inhaled deeply at the same moment.

Adara tensed, and her buttocks clenched in her extremis. Kellis looked pleased, and Orion caught her slight sound with his fingertips. Thorn wished his pants weren’t so tight, and his cock glumly agreed, knowing it wasn’t getting any action that day. Their plan to prepare her and let her rest during the short journey home in order to take her upon arrival had gone to hades.

Motioning for a blanket, Thorn wrapped his woman, his heart, loosely, and cradled her against his chest. She kept her eyes screwed shut, but he waited patiently until she chanced a glance at him and he captured it with his best Dom look. “You took your punishment beautifully, agapi mou. Thank your Masters for tempering it.”

A flicker of outrage dried her tears and that luscious mouth set. A slight shake of her head preceded a muttered, “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Masters Orion, Kellis and Thorn,” he prompted.

Orion offered a bottle of water, holding it to her lips. She gulped a few swigs before struggling to a sitting position, the discomfort of her bottom evident by the way her face pinched. “You don’t serve the title,
Mr.
Freestar. None of you do.” The defiance in the words was mirrored by the defiance in her red-rimmed eyes. “Maybe you can punish me into saying it, but it won’t mean anything. You haven’t given me an inch since I got here, not one iota of understanding. You just bulled right fucking ahead. So do your worst. I’m done.”

Holy fuck. Thorn didn’t look at either of the twins, aware his next move would make or break the situation. He forced himself to nod sagely and got to his feet with Adara still held securely in his arms. He settled her into the seat and secured the seat belts, making sure the blanket was in place. Leaning in, he spoke quietly in her ear. “Your language disappoints me, little one. Something else for me to
do my worst
about. But not today. You will sit with enough discomfort. I have an excellent memory, however, and the twins rarely forget disrespect either. Consider the battle lines joined. We have many days ahead of us. And there are other methods of punishment.”

Adara’s eyes closed, and two perfect tears leaked from the far corners. He licked them away, ignoring yet another fucking flinch. Mayhap he needed to rethink their strategy.

Gesturing to the twins, he organized the trip home and they departed to their respective vehicles to alert the hands. His craft powered up with ease, the repair nanos having dealt with the damage from the energy bolts. He was pleased there appeared to be no long-term significant damage to fix, unlike what he suspected was the case in regard to the little woman reposing directly behind him.

Chapter Four

Adara curled up in her seat, feeling fortunate to have a blanket to hide her nudity, and pondered her outburst. She probably bought herself a shitload of trouble, but what else might they do to her? Uh, that was likely a stupid question. Samuel was adept with floggers, something called a tawse and an actual bullwhip, not to mention a variety of sex toys. She’d figured out there was a butt plug up her ass. While not really uncomfortable, she still didn’t want it up there, especially when she knew what it was up there for!
 
So her defiance might have unlocked a really tense future with her as the star of innovative punishments. And there was just something really sick and twisted that the tiny bit shorter twin—Kellis—had brought her off at the end of that spanking with relative ease. Two orgasms in such a short period of time was a record for her even at her own hand—unheard of with a man.

But learning from Sammy there was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and his assertions that pain could enhance pleasure didn’t make it something she had been interested in pursuing. Instead, it had been forced on her and made her so mad she could spit. She was all muddled up but had somehow found the words to push the damn farmers away before she bought into the insanity. There was no way she was going to accept this lifestyle no matter how hot those guys were or how charming the twins appeared to be. Her Masters indeed. Thorn was a big bully, and his arrogance made her teeth hurt. And she was going to cry again. She hated to cry and suspected she’d be shedding buckets of tears over the next while.

She refused to look in Thorn’s direction. She knew his broad shoulders would be in full view because he’d moved the crate, probably so he could check on her. She’d felt the smooth bunching of his muscles when he’d gone all ancient caveman on her, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of feed. See? Some of her farmer studies had stuck with her. But she wasn’t going to be one of his well-trained pets. Unless his pets bit. And clawed. She ached to smack him, an ache that rivaled the one in her bottom and the one Kellis had satisfied in her pussy.

Their craft slowed, and her stomach fisted as it stopped. It appeared they had arrived at her home for the next month. Roughly twenty-nine days—and nights—at the mercy of these brothers. The knot in her belly was tightening and interfering with her breathing—and the gods help her but she was experiencing much the same feelings as the ones that percolated through her being when she watched archived horror flicks with her teenage friends, tingling butterflies of tension and hollow anticipation. Delicious and twisted anticipation. What the fuck was wrong with her? She tried to parcel up the distracting feelings and concentrate on what her brain sorted out.

These guys were hunkalicious and despite what she still regarded as totally unnecessary spankings, neither had been delivered randomly or on a whim. It was their way and what they believed was the proper way to communicate their expectations…oh, and to
ease
their angst. Those spankings were something she could definitely do without, and there had to be some way to circumvent them. The answer seemed crystal clear—be obedient, avoid making waves and she should be set. The rest of the
stuff
that awaited her would be overwhelming, and clearly sexual, so maybe it was a case of, when in—do. And if she could make some mischief as payback for the flat of Thorn’s hand against her tender ass, well…but she wasn’t calling them Master.

The engines powered down, and she
felt
Thorn’s eyes on her, like a warm, soothing, wash of heat, before she watched his feet, clad in heavy boots, approach.

“Come, Adara.” His big hands deftly loosened the safety straps before lifting her free. This time he carried her high against his chest, the blanket tucked around her, shielding her from the incredibly cold air replacing the dry heat of earlier. She remained passive, her sore buttocks and the shifting plug a reminder of what had already transpired. It was curious, but despite how hot and muscled he was, and the clean scent he emitted—both total distractions—she was also thinking about obeying the rules he had stated at the port. Keeping safe and watching her tongue, at least until she knew what they expected of her. There was going to be a lot of listening on her part, considerable learning, and a great deal of silence. Now if only she could manage it.

Adara didn’t do well with silence, as her ability to verbally fence with nearly anyone and invariably win the point was her strong suit. So she was going to have to find another way. In the meantime she didn’t rest her head on that broad shoulder or indicate any interest in intimacy. They weren’t getting all of her.

It was too dark to see much of the exterior of the house, but she could tell it was massive. Kellis brushed past them and pushed open the double doors, and Thorn carried her into a large foyer lit by sconces throwing soft, incandescent light. The atmosphere felt airy and the perfect ambient temperature. She shivered anyhow. Carried over the threshold like plunder—or a bride.

Continuing straight ahead, Thorn strode down a wide hallway, lights flickering on to show the way as they progressed. She could hear the measured beat of three pairs of boots on what had to be tile floors, and it crossed her mind that the sand of the yard would track throughout if they didn’t take their footwear off at the door. She dismissed the vagrant thought. They probably had staff to keep their home clean, and she wasn’t going to be a drudge unless forced into it. She’d plead exhaustion. Probably no pleading necessary—it would be a fact.

As they passed through yet another set of double doors, fixtures in the ceiling blinked on and Adara stared around the room despite her determination not to be impressed. The room was huge, painted in a warm cream that made it look even bigger, and held an enormous four poster bed hung with diaphanous swags and panels in shades of ivory and bronze, and covered in sumptuous bedding the color of honey. Several scarlet pillows were scattered across it. A long, low bench sat at the footboard, upholstered in what appeared to be scarlet leather, and four dressers graced one wall, all in the same warm wood as the bed, with round mirrors placed above each one. No windows.

Normally claustrophobic, Adara didn’t feel closed in even without an expanse of glass because of the room’s size and the décor. Aside from the red, she might have chosen the colors herself and it was oddly comforting.

She saw a crimson couch, one that resembled the style of the Old West, but with no arms, just a graceful sloped shape where one would rest one’s head, facing two chairs the size and shape of round plant tubs. What was with these men and the color red? Craning her neck she spied a stone fireplace, the façade soaring up the opposite wall, and then they passed through an archway into the largest bathing room she had ever seen in her life. She’d never spied anything even in advertisements that rivaled it.

The walls and floor were tiled in soft sandstone—her foot brushed against the wall and the faintly rough touch made her hitch a little. Thorn immediately compensated, then stood her in front of a commode, tucked into a private corner of the bathing room. The blanket sighed to the floor, and she groped for it before Orion filched it away. His blue eyes drifted over her body, and his smile made her sex draw up. Kellis hovered behind his twin’s right shoulder, and his smile rivaled Orion’s. Those smiles were full of promise and appreciation, and Adara made a full body shiver. She wondered what they were seeing—big saggy boobs, thunder thighs, an enormous booty? How desperate were these guys?

“Use the facilities, little one,” Thorn advised as he turned to the enormous tub adjacent to the huge walk-in shower. That too was tiled, although the surface appeared glossy. The tub promised to ease all her sore muscles as Thorn opened the taps and steaming water thundered into it. Adara quit admiring the décor and begged for privacy with her eyes as she inched to the commode.

“There is nothing to hide from us, my sweet,” Orion said it softly, but gave her his back. Kellis followed suit, and she gratefully voided her bladder, wincing at the presence of that dratted plug. Gods, she was using such sweet terms, even in the solitude of her own head. Dratted. Where the hell had that come from?

Walking to the square sink, she thought to suck her stomach in. She despaired of ever losing those extra pesky pounds. And she couldn’t suck in her ass. The brothers didn’t appear to be complaining, even appeared to appreciate her body. Definitely deprived of pussy. She supposed there might be some benefit to the lack of competition, insofar as the obvious comparisons went. Maybe she could pretend—what the hell was she thinking? She was free entertainment! A sex slave! She concentrated on scrubbing her fingernails.

When she turned to them after washing her hands, three sets of eyes were fixed on her and her knees grew weak. Literally. She’d read about people’s knees turning to water, but hers absolutely did and she reached behind her to grasp the edge of the sink.

“Kellis will bathe you, little one, while Orion and I ensure food is prepared and the bed is ready.”

Holy shit. She was exhausted, and they were going to fuck her. Tears once again filled her eyes, but she stared down and nodded.

“Adara.”

Cautiously looking upward, she saw Thorn’s mouth set.

“You are tired. Take your bath and eat a meal. Then you will sleep. We are not slave drivers, little one.”

She thought better of the flippant remark she wanted to toss his way.
Just sexual drivers.
She dragged her eyes away and veiled them. “Thank you.”

On an exasperated huff, Thorn strode off. Orion followed more slowly, pausing to drift a finger down her cheek. She managed not to flinch because his intent seemed so sweet.

“You will need to face the sink once again, my heart.” Kellis moved into her space and gently shepherded her into position. He had divested himself of his shirt, and she tried not to let her appreciation of his cut chest and corded abdomen show before doing as he asked.

His work roughened hands were placed on her hips, and she could feel his breath on her neck. “Place your hands on either side—yes—just like that. Now, walk your feet to me a little.” A tap of his boot on her heel made her spread her legs and she leaned forward, splayed wide in front of him.

A curl of excited humiliation centered in her sex, doused immediately by the feel of his fingers between her butt cheeks and a tug on the hard object in her ass. She clenched and Kellis pressed a kiss on her shoulder. “Relax, Adara. It has been in long enough.”

“I didn’t want it in at all.” And there was her lip again. She bit it to curtail any further comments.

Kellis merely chuckled, and she risked a look in the mirror. He didn’t look pissed, but who knew? She’d just met him. “I promise you will not object to us using this small orifice, my heart. We will make you love it, beg for it, but you must be properly prepared. We will not hurt you.”

What was it with this begging stuff? “Thorn has already hurt me.”

Pulled free, the plug woke up certain nerve ends she didn’t know she had, and it was quite disconcerting. Kellis patted her ass. “That was a different kind of hurt, Adara, and you must be honest in acknowledging the reasoning behind it. Or you will once you better understand our customs and the place you now live. You will have time to think on it. But we will not hurt you here.”

Here
was her bottom hole, as she was no longer host to that plug and there was a strange open and empty feeling back there. He tossed the thing into a stone bucket by the sink, where it hit with a subdued splash, and patted her ass again. It should have felt akin to being patted like an obedient dog, but it didn’t. It felt—appreciative and hot. “You are stretching so sweetly, Adara. My cock aches to feel that tight heat.”

As if he felt her sudden fear, Kellis wrapped her up in his big arms and hugged her to him. She met his eyes in the mirror and saw patience and understanding, despite the hard ridge of his cock against her spine. “You will come to trust us. Anything we do will be for your pleasure. And your protection.”

“And I suppose
your
pleasure doesn’t factor in.” She closed her eyes, certain she’d pushed him this time, but his stance didn’t change and the only sound was that of the bath filling. She could smell lavender and citrus—had they used her toiletries? The familiar scent soothed her enough to let her lids flicker open. Kellis still looked patient and understanding.

“Your pleasure is necessary for our own, Adara. Not that you won’t give us great pleasure. It is written.” Abruptly, he broke eye contact and turned with her to the bath. He lifted her over the furled edge and set her into the steaming water. It was a descent into bliss, and she decided not to pursue the written part, although it piqued her curiosity. Maybe she needed to learn some of the religious beliefs of this planet—but not now. Moaning with appreciation she stretched out, wondering how they’d gotten the temperature so perfect. Kellis began to strip the remainder of his clothing off.

“I can bathe myself,” she protested and cast her eyes elsewhere before his cock came into view, that appendage hardly quiescent, a long, hard, curving length of sexual promise.