I felt the soft fan of her breath on my hand in quick short bursts as she tried to control her reaction. Watching the effects of my body’s mating fluid working on her was heady.
“Zane, the doctor said she needs her ass trained?” Dare asked, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. He, too, was affected.
I moved back to the table to retrieve the box of plugs. Dare took Hannah’s hand and led her to the chaise. He sat and pulled her to stand directly before him. In this position, her breasts were in front of his hungry mouth and Dare obviously couldn’t resist the temptation, for his long tongue snaked out and circled one nipple, sampling it, then pulling and tugging on it.
Hannah’s knees bent and she gripped Dare’s shoulders for support. A sigh escaped her lips before she shook her head, trying to fight the sensual fog I knew clouded her mind, as her desire clouded mine. “No, this isn’t right. I don’t even know you, Dare.”
Dare sat back and looked up at her. “As Zane’s second, we are mated, connected.” He tugged at his collar. “Do not fight what is right.”
They stared into each other’s eyes and the collar let me know that Hannah wanted Dare to suck on her plump breasts. She wanted his tongue on her skin.
“Up on the chaise, Hannah. Get on your hands and knees,” I said. If she were to argue like this about simply showing us her body and getting ready for us to fuck her, then she definitely couldn’t handle my more aggressive needs.
“No. I can’t. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t want this. Not two of you. I can’t do this.”
Dare lifted her and easily moved her into the position I wanted, with her grumbling the entire time. Once in place, Dare came to stand beside me as we both enjoyed the view of her upturned, heart-shaped ass.
“Yes, I see you had a time of it in the medical center.”
I actually chuckled, but Hannah began to move.
“Comm Unit, restraints,” I said loudly. The room’s computer system responded and the hidden bindings came out of the chaise.
Dare moved to encircle one of her wrists to the restraint that was set low on one leg of the chair, then the other. I wrapped a long strap over the back of her calves, securing them into her current position.
“Hey! I don’t like this!” Hannah cried out, struggling against the bonds. Her breasts and head were pressed against the soft cushion of the chaise with her ass up in the air. She could wiggle her hips, but could not move otherwise.
She was in the perfect position to be fucked, but also to have her ass trained. One would happen now, the other later. Definitely later.
Besides her reddened ass, her pussy was open and on display. Bare, as required for all female mates, her slick folds glistened in the soft lights recessed in the ceiling. As she squirmed, the swollen petals parted.
Dare hissed at the sight of the tight entrance to her sheath, her arousal dripping from it and down her creamy thighs. Her clit was exposed, thrusting proudly outward from the little hood, eager for our touch. Her body was so responsive, so in tune to the connection we shared.
“She’s ready for us,” Dare growled. “But even with the spanking, she obviously has not yet learned to obey her mates.” He lifted his hand to gently caress Hannah’s still pink bottom.
Hannah pressed her head against the chaise. “I’m not a robot. I don’t obey orders like one. I just met you both. I… I can’t have two husbands. Please…”
We both heard the plaintive tone to her voice. Our pretty little mate was confused and scared. But disobedience on a battleship was never tolerated, from warriors under my command or from my mate. Evidently, Dare agreed.
I watched as Dare explored her wet folds with his fingers. He ran his hand along her back and hips, petting her until she calmed enough to listen to reason. Then he made our expectations clear. “You will obey us, Hannah. Without question. Or you will be punished.” He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss at the small of her back. “I am going to spank you now, Hannah. And the next time we tell you to ready your body for us, you will do so without argument.”
“What? No!”
Her protests were cut off by the sharp crack of Dare’s hand striking her ass. “Count to ten, Hannah.”
Dare intentionally struck her bottom where she was still pink from her earlier discipline. She cried out the count, her breasts swaying beneath her as Dare’s swats rocked her body back and forth on her knees.
I stood, taking it all in, growing harder with the resounding clap of each smack on her round ass. Her cries of protest turned to sobs, and finally moans as her body’s natural responses kicked in, flooding her system with liquid fire. Her pussy was wetter than it had been before Dare began spanking her, the bright red marks on her naked bottom a woman’s most primitive call to her mate.
When Dare finished, he leaned over her, whispering in her ear. “We will fuck you now, Hannah, in your mouth and in that wet little pussy.”
From my vantage point behind her I saw her pussy clench with lust at his words. She wanted us. She wanted this.
Evidently, our bride’s mind was at war with her body. “This was a mistake. You’re just going to use me.”
“We will never use you, Hannah.” Moving to kneel beside her, I stroked her sleek hair back from her face. “We’ll fuck you, but always give you your pleasure. Always.”
“But for now, we need to stretch that tight ass of yours, to get you ready for our cocks.”