“I had a plug inside of me all night long,” I pointed out.
As Tor opened the door for me, he continued. “Yes, but the plugs you’ve accepted in that sweet little ass were both smaller than my cock. We will spend the next hour getting that virgin hole all nice and stretched, ready for me. There’s one challenge with this, Leah.”
I tilted my head. Only one challenge? It seemed that everything related to my arrival on Viken was a challenge.
“This is a center for recalcitrant mates. This means that a little extra discipline, a little extra level of submission, is expected by the trainers here.”
“You want me to resist you?” I licked my lips. “That may be an impossibility based on my… ache.”
He grinned then and his eyes darkened. “I love that you are voracious for us. How about this? Pretend to resist. Pretend you are a bad girl.” He stroked his finger over my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Can you be naughty for me?”
“Does it mean I’ll get spanked again?”
He tsked me. “Nau
ghty girls should not be so eager for a spanking. You will get a spanking and something quite large to plumb that virgin ass.” He leaned in and whispered, “Be sure to resist.”
I knew what that meant and so did my pussy, for my juices slid down my thighs in anticipation as Tor opened the door. With a hand at my back, he led me inside. Once through the doorway, I paused and blew out a breath. Perhaps resisting wasn’t going to be as hard as I imagined. Accepting my need for my mates was not the same as accepting what I saw before me.
The single room hut was solely for ass training. I started to giggle at the insanity of it—I couldn’t imagine something like this on earth—but stifled it behind my hand. A woman was lying flat on her back upon a soft mat. Straps, connected by hooks on the wall behind her, were wrapped around each of her knees to pull her legs back and open, her bottom lifted off the floor. Her pussy was on full display to her mate who knelt between her spread thighs. Since this was the ass-training room, he wasn’t fucking her. Well, he wasn’t fucking her with his cock. He was using a very large dildo, not in her pussy, but in her back entrance. Her eyes were closed and she was panting, her skin coated in a sheen of sweat. Her mate leaned close, pumping two large fingers in and out of her wet pussy as the dildo plumbed her ass. He lowered his mouth to suck her clit, hard enough that I could see her soft, pink flesh as he lifted and pulled away from her body. Her back arched and she whimpered in a sound I knew all too well, for I’d made that sound myself, just last night, as I begged my mates to fuck me. The woman was close, so close to finding her release. I tensed and closed my legs, squeezing against the emptiness I felt watching her shudder, her entire body shook as he pushed her to the very edge of orgasm before withdrawing both his fingers and mouth to continue fucking her with the dildo in her ass.
Her pussy was slick and dripping and I watched as her muscles tightened and released as she was worked. Fucked. Owned.
The woman screamed her release and I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out with her. I didn’t realize I held Tor’s hand in a death grip until he squeezed my hand and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “You’re next, mate.”
“Good morning.” I spun about at the greeting. The Viken male who spoke to us wore simple clothing, but his shirt had an emblem on the chest that signified he was a center trainer. “That newly mated couple is just finishing their session.”
His comment was timely, for the woman’s second deep moan of pleasure filled the room. Tor smirked and the trainer was professional enough to maintain a placid expression.
“By the time you have your mate settled on the training bench, the other couple will be gone.”
Tor nodded, then looked to me. “Strip, please.”
I looked at Tor warily, then at the bench where I knew my ass would be up and exposed for training. It excited me and terrified me at the same time. Having one of the men play with my ass while we were all touching and kissing and fucking in private was arousing. This, I wasn’t so sure about.
“Come, love. We’ve talked about this. My cock is as thick as your wrist, but it will go in that virgin ass of yours.”
“But…”
“You have a choice.”
I brightened at the prospect. “You can go over the bench and I can work a training plug into you and make you scream your release, or you can go over the bench and, once you have a nice, big plug in your ass, you’ll get a spanking before I let you come.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“A spanking it is.”
My mouth fell open and Tor arched a brow. “You can go now, with just a spanking on your bare bottom, Leah, or you can argue and I’ll strike your thighs, and deny you release.”
The trainer nodded in approval at my shocked expression, but I knew Tor meant every word. I shook like a leaf, blushing a bright pink as the trainer watched me with intense interest, inspecting every inch of skin as I loosened the dress and let it slide down over my bare breasts and hips to pool on the floor at my feet. Once naked, I met Tor’s gaze with as much courage as I could manage and walked over to the bench.
“Good girl, Leah,” Tor murmured, and as much as I wanted to be angry at this entire situation, his praise spread through me, making my heart melt and my pussy wet. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted to please him.
“She will be an excellent submissive with a little training. You’re a lucky man.” I heard the trainer behind me and I glanced at him from beneath my lashes, knowing he could see everything, that he would watch everything Tor did to me. That did not make me happy. I did not like the way his gaze darkened with interest as he inspected my breasts, or the way his gaze lowered to linger on the wetness between my legs.
He did not matter. He had not earned the right to look at me. I did not care about pleasing him. He was nothing to me.
With my rising ire, my pussy tightened and I felt my desire fading. I was not this old man’s plaything. I did not belong to him.