He whipped me again and then a third time before the nerves of my backside caught up to my brain. My chilled skin burned with a line of fire like I’d never felt before. I shrieked as Jax layered on one after the other, starting at the top of my bottom and heading down my thighs.
He made one pass across my backside before he paused and dragged his fingers across my scorched flesh, making a point to edge very close to my pussy and up the crack of my ass. Since the contraption I had been strapped to was some sort of A-frame, I couldn’t close my legs and it made it a little difficult to clench my bottom to block his assault.
“My, my, it seems you like the belt, Kira. Your pussy is so wet I can see it leaking onto your thighs,” Jax growled and I blanched quietly in shock.
So, he could see how turned on I was. This was humiliating.
His fingers cupped around my vagina, the tips gliding up and down my wet folds with ridiculous ease. I whined in protest, but he didn’t stop, instead teasing me and circling my clit so much that I arched into his touch, silently begging for more.
Zaavyr rose from the couch and ventured behind me. I could hear him opening a drawer in a cabinet out of my site and a few seconds passed, but my focus was still on Jax’s fingers, forever circling and teasing the needy bud in between my legs. My core throbbed, my ass burned from the belt’s lash, but the only thing I wanted was to come on his fingers.
“Hmm. The marks are fading already. I’m going to have to layer on another set,” Jax mused and my pussy clenched. My hips must have bucked against his hand and he chuckled.
Shit.
“You want to be whipped, don’t you, Kira?” Zaavyr said quietly beside me and I jumped. I hadn’t realized he was next to me then too.
“No,” I whimpered.
“Liar,” Jax responded.
“I do not,” I protested loudly, but then Jax tapped my clit a few times and I squirmed, moaning softly under my breath.
I clamped my lips shut, unwilling to meet their gazes for even a se
cond. I turned away and jolted when I felt Zaavyr’s hands trace my spine, before settling at the crest of my bottom. A cool liquid dripped onto my asshole and I whined.
“What the hell?” I asked, shivering at the feeling.
No one said anything as he spread what I guessed was lubricant around my secret hole and I tried not to respond. The moment he pressed against it though, I tensed all over, trying to press my cheeks together to stop him. It didn’t work.
“Don’t,” I begged, but the tone of my voice said different. My head protested everything that was happening, but my body was craving, pleading for more. My hips ground my pussy against Jax’s fingers and despite my shame at Zaavyr touching my bottom hole, I kind of wanted to see how it felt. His thumb pressed harder against my reluctant rim of muscles, but he was strong and deflected my resistance with ease.
The lubricant made his onslaught easy, and the moment he breached into me, I keened at the weird feeling of being taken in such a humiliating manner. It burned and stung a bit for a moment, but the less I clenched and fought him, the less it hurt. When I relaxed enough, it started feeling rather good. I squeezed my eyes shut when he started pressing in and out of me, moaning softly when Jax pressed against my wet and needy clit.
Jesus, that felt good. I wanted more.
His thumb was relentless, stretching me, claiming me and when he took it away, I whined a little in protest. He replaced it with something cold, smooth, and quite slick. Pushing the foreign object into me incredibly slowly, he chuckled as I tried to fight even though my body was telling me something different.
I hated to admit it to myself, but I kind of liked it. With Jax playing with my pussy and Zaavyr taking my ass whether I wanted it or not, my body had never felt hotter. I tried to pull my wrists away, but my bonds held, and I moaned with desire.
The cool object pressed into my ass, spreading my hole wider and wider so that it stung and burned, yet my clit throbbed even harder against Jax’s touch. I cried out at the odd mixture of pleasure and pain as Zaavyr worked the thing in and out of my bottom, the lubricant causing it to slide into me with embarrassing ease. I’d hide my expression in my hands if I could, I was so ashamed.
I felt my asshole pop around the rim of the plug and realized there was a wide ball shape still spreading my cheeks. It must be a butt plug, I thought. My face must be fifty shades of red right now.
“Get that thing out of me!” I cried out, but the men just laughed at me. For a moment, I felt like nothing more than an object, a plaything, but then Jax began moving his fingers again.
“I think you’re just trying to distract us from how much you’re enjoying yourself, Kira,” Zaavyr responded and I shook my head. No, he couldn’t be right, could he?
Jax stroked me once more, making me shiver under his touch. Zaavyr moved away and Jax took his hand away from my pussy. The moment his touch left my left, I whined, feeling my pussy clench with unmet need. My hips rolled a little back toward him and I turned my head, seeing a smirk at the edges of his lips as he turned away.
The belt whipped my ass again, but this time, it didn’t burn as much from the start. Instead, the sharp caress of the leather against my flesh quickly molded from painful to somehow erotic, making my clit throb all the harder, now lonely with no attention.
The leather lashed across the center of my bottom, pressing the plug in deeper than ever and I grew even hotter.
“Tell me you don’t want it, Kira. Lie to me again,” Jax said softly and I bit my lip.
He touched me again, this time circling the entrance to my cunt, promising me more if only I would just admit to my desires.