“Eyes on me, Leah,” Tor scolded and I tore my gaze from the elderly trainer to look at my mate. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked at me, not trying to hide the way my body pleased him. “No one else is here. Do you understand? You will listen only to my voice. You will feel nothing but my touch. This will please me. You are beautiful, and I want him to see you ache for me. I want him to watch you come for me and envy me such a beautiful mate.” He stepped close and lifted my face with one hand, pulled me to his hard body with his other hand on my ass. “I want him hard for you. I want him desperate, knowing you’re mine, knowing he can never touch what’s mine. Taunt him with your beauty, Leah.”
Oh, yes. I could do this, make my mate a god in the old man’s eyes. On one condition. “You won’t let him touch me? I don’t want anyone else to touch me. Only you.” My heart was in my eyes and I knew it, but I didn’t care. My mates could hold me, touch me, own me. But no one else. I didn’t trust anyone else, didn’t want anyone else.
“Trust me. I don’t share.” Reassured by his words, I gave him a small nod and I allowed him to lead me to the bench, the front of my thighs and lower hips pressed forward. Tor’s firm hand on my back pushed me down onto the padded table before me and I went willingly, my pussy already wet as I replayed what I’d just witnessed on the table next to us. The woman’s who’d screamed her release was now wrapped up in a soft blanket of some sort and curled up resting and happy against her mate’s massive chest as he carried her out of the hut, leaving Tor and me alone with the trainer.
“Will your mate need restraints?” the trainer asked.
I looked at the wall in front of me. It was covered in hooks, from which varying sizes and shapes of plugs hung down. I gulped, wondering which one Tor would pick.
Tor went to the wall and selected a small plug, something similar in size to one of his fingers, then a much larger one. Wow, that one was big, with bumps and some sort of control switch… did it vibrate?
“Leah will be a good girl and take this plug,” he showed the small one to the trainer, “without a struggle, or I will restrain her and work this one inside her.” He lifted the monster plug.
The warning was real and it was my choice.
“Here is your jar of ointment. You have enough in your hut?”
“Yes, thank you.” Tor placed it on a small table where I could see it and I watched as he coated the small plug in the slick substance. After, he dipped two fingers into the jar and moved around behind me.
“Breathe, Leah.”
The cold slide of Tor’s fingers over my bottom hole had me squeak in surprise, but I didn’t move from position.
“You can never use enough ointment,” the trainer commented.
My cheeks flushed as the trainer continued his commentary as Tor worked my back entrance, slowly stretching me to allow his finger to slide in. I panted past the burn of it and began to push back against the single digit as the sensation of being filled with the very tip of him made me instantly aroused. Just as I began to truly enjoy the fullness, the slight invasion, he slipped free.
I cried out my disappointment, but it was short-lived. The hard tip of the small plug pressed against me and slid into me without too much effort. I gasped as it was seated within and I wiggled my hips to adjust, but it wasn’t painful. Uncomfortable, surely, but nothing worse than what my mates had used the night before.
Tor came around and squatted down before me so his face was in line with mine. Brushing my hair back from my face, he met my eyes. “Good girl.” He smiled and I couldn’t help but smile back. “That was too easy though. This is training, after all.”
I didn’t have time to question his words, for he moved back behind me.
I assumed he was going to slip the plug out of me, but instead, I felt the other one, the much larger plug, pressed at the entrance of my wet pussy. My legs shook and I pressed my forehead down into the table, my grip on the edges desperate as he pumped softly, sliding the large dildo in and out of my wet core slowly, so slowly. In. Out. The extra stretch of the plug behind me made the second one in my pussy feel impossibly huge. I was full. So full.
Tor worked me with it, fucking me until I dripped with sweat, desperate to come.
“She’s very wet,” the trainer commented. “You should be very pleased. Arousal is hard for some mates during an ass-training session.”
Tor took hold of both plugs and began to fuck me with them, alternating when one slid deep inside, the other sliding almost all the way out. I knew he was mimicking what it would be like when I had two of my men’s cocks filling me, but the trainer did not know this. The old man’s voice sounded wispy, as if he couldn’t quite catch his breath.
“You should fuck her pussy with the plug in her ass. This will make her grip on your cock unusually tight. This will be excellent practice for your mate and will be a very pleasurable experience for you as well.”
Tor did not respond with words, but he
did fuck me faster with the plugs and I groaned at the sensation, ignoring the other man’s droning about training techniques. I didn’t care about him. I narrowed my focus to the sound of Tor’s murmurs of approval as he played my body, to the wet slide of the plugs as he filled me with them.
I bit my lip, shaking and on the edge when he pushed both of them deep… and stopped.
“Time for your spanking, naughty girl.”
If I thought it would spare me, I would have begged, but I knew any words would be wasted. Especially since he promised me the spanking in front of the trainer.
His hand landed on my bare bottom and I clenched my cheeks as the sharp pain startled me, making my pussy and ass both clench down on the plugs.
Oh, God. More. I wanted more.
There was no holding back my cries as he continued to strike my bare bottom over and over, the fire spreading through me with each hot strike, each sweet sting. I counted because I had to, the numbers in my head were the only thing keeping my mind whole as fire and lust overwhelmed my senses.