The very idea made me whimper and I gripped his lower leg with one hand.
“That’s right, mate. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Your ass is mine.”
His words made me squirm, and push back onto the object stretching me open. Grigg worked the plug into me slowly, carefully until my muscles gave way and it slid inside, deep inside, my body closing around it once more until the much thinner end rested against my ass, holding it in place. I groaned at how filled I was. Already I could feel the pressure increase inside my pussy and wondered how I could withstand the thick length of his cock filling me, too.
Would my body ache as he fucked me? And why did the idea of a little more pain mixed with my pleasure make me desperate to find out?
“Fuck me, Grigg. Please.” I was so far past the embarrassment of begging.
My mate’s answer was to spank my bottom again, the butt plug making the force of his palm transfer to my pussy, too. A cry escaped my lips.
“What were you doing with the box, Amanda?”
Damn it! Back to this? My frustration climbed to the breaking point and I felt tears gather in my eyes. “Nothing, okay? I was being stupid.” I meant every word, and Grigg must have felt my truth through his collar, for the spanking stopped and I was lifted, carried to the wall near the far side of the bed.
Grigg set me down on my feet facing the wall and I reached around to rub the soreness from my bare bottom. But Grigg had other ideas, grabbing my wrists, and as I looked over my shoulder at him, his eyes were almost black with intensity. “No. Your pain is mine. Your pleasure is mine.”
God, he was an animal, so carnal and primitive and I loved it.
He slowly shook his head. “You do not touch yourself.”
Right. I’d forgotten that one. So what was I supposed to do, let my butt burn?
He didn’t leave me to wonder. He opened a small compartment in the wall to reveal a stationary set of cuffs attached to metal anchors just above shoulder height. In seconds, my wrists were bound by the alien version of cuffs. He pulled my hips backwards, a hand on my back so I bent at the hips, my arms stretched out above my head, the cuffs holding my wrists to the wall. The toy attached to my nipples hung low, tightened, released and clung, hanging on with the strange suction I’d not felt before.
I was just recovering from that when Grigg opened another storage space beneath the bed and removed a large bar and another set of cuffs, these for my ankles. I didn’t fight him as he shoved my feet wide and strapped me in, the spreader bar would prevent me from closing my legs, from denying him anything he wanted.
* * *
Grigg
My mate’s bare bottom was pink from her punishment, the butt plug firmly in place, increasing her pleasure, readying her body for the claiming, for Rav and me to fill her with both of our cocks. Her ankles cuffed and spread wide for my pleasure. I had bent her over, her ass in the air, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her, her long, elegant arms reaching the wall where another set of cuffs held her in place. Her exotic black hair rested against her paler skin, a frame for her beauty.
Our collars kept me in tune to her every desire, every reaction. I was pushing her, but I would know the second she was afraid, the second I took her beyond what she could handle. But her emotions were a confusing storm of lust and shame, frustration and desire, longing and guilt. No fear. My little human spy was cracking open, losing herself to me, but it wasn’t enough. She still fought for control, and me? I wanted everything.
She was mine. All mine. Every beautiful, soft, wet, perfect fucking inch of her.
“Mine.” I growled the word as I stepped forward, nudged the entrance of her pussy with my cock. The word sent a thrill through her, so I pushed deep in one slow, relentless stroke and tugged her hair, pulling her head up, angling it so she looked back over her shoulder, into my eyes as I repeated it. “Mine. Fucking mine.”
Her pussy clamped down on me like a fist and I groaned with satisfaction at her response. She was so wet, so fucking hot. Her inner walls instantly rippled and clenched down on my cock.
I kept one hand in her hair, kept her eyes on mine as I shifted my stance, going deeper, lifting her feet off the floor with every thrust of my hard cock. I considered reaching beneath her to stroke her clit, but fucked her harder instead, barely able to withstand the added pressure of the plug. She was tight without it, with it?
Gods. So tight. So wet. So hot.
I slapped her ass just hard enough to offer her a slight sting of sensation on her already sore bottom, just hard enough to remind her that I was in control, that she was mine to do with as I pleased. My reward flooded our connection as she groaned, tilting her hips to take me deeper. Her juices flooded over my cock.
Desperation clouded her mind, the need to come filling her up and spilling over to me through our link.
One touch on her clit, one, and I knew she would shatter in my arms. But I didn’t do that. Not this time. This time I wanted my seed to explode inside her, the bonding essence to saturate her senses, force her to come, over and over.
The thought of my seed inside her was all it took. My balls tightened, my cum shot forth and I emptied into her, roaring my release.
She held perfectly still, as if frozen solid or in shock as my seed filled her, as my claim grew stronger.
I felt her release rise within her like an ion blast shot into space, but she denied herself, held back. For me.
“Please.” She waited, the one word a whimper of need.