Their Zandian Mate (Zandian Masters 9)

“I want to try,” Laake said thickly and he reluctantly removed his questing fingers.

“Go ahead. Listen to the sweet little sound she makes when you touch her there.”

Eslyn shifted restlessly, wagging her hips from side to side, rolling them in a circle.

“Vecking stars,” Laake muttered as he caught her hip with one hand and brought the fingers of his other to her wet pussy. “Incredible,” he breathed.

“No pleasure,” Damon warned. “It’s all right to make her want it, but not too much now. Not yet.”

All three of them seemed to groan in unison, but Laake tore himself away, releasing her and stepping back with a look of ragged longing.

“Legs wider, Eslyn,” Damon murmured.

Her lashes fluttered as she struggled to comply. Without Granit’s hold on her wrists, she would have fallen over, he was sure.

Damon applied the strap to her inner thighs, striping up one side and down the other. Then he positioned himself directly in front of her and swung the strap up between her legs.

She screamed in terror, scrambling to get her feet back under her and close her legs.

Damon tsked. “No, little flower. I’m going to whip your pussy now. I know it hurts, but you can take it. You need this punishment from us so you can move on.”

“No. Please, Master Damon.” She struggled against his hold on her wrists, twisting away. Granit vecking hated seeing her afraid, but Damon’s lids drooped.

“I love hearing you beg, Eslyn,” he said. He held both ends of the leather strap and let it flex and snap between them. “Five more. Then I’ll move to your ass. Open wide, beautiful.”

Her belly shuddered as she dragged a breath in and out. She whimpered some more, the corners of her mouth turning down, but after a moment, she complied, separating her feet and opening her thighs for his punishment.

Damon slapped the strap up. It wasn’t hard.

Veck, if it had been, Granit would’ve stopped Damon in a heartbeat. No, his brother knew what he was doing. It was humiliating and nerve-racking, but he doubted it caused her more than a little fleeting pain.

“One,” Damon clipped.

Eslyn’s breath came out in a sob.

He whipped her pussy again. “Two.”

“No, no, no,” she moaned, but didn’t move her legs together.

Another slap. “Three.”

“Please, Damon. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl.”

“Holy veck, Eslyn.” Damon squeezed the bulge of his cock through his pants. “You’re going to undo me completely.” He snapped the strap up between her legs, a bit harder this time and she screamed. “Four.” Another slap. “Five.” Damon dropped to his knees between her legs and wrapped his hands around her thighs, tipping his head back. “Now let me kiss it and make it better.”

He and Laake both growled as Damon’s tongue reached out to taste their female. They groaned with Damon as he tightened his grip on her thighs and suctioned his lips over her clit.

“Please, please, Damon,” Eslyn begged.

Granit dropped her wrists and cupped her breasts, stepping to the side for Laake, who moved in to veck her ass with the plug.

The chamber spun, her vision blurred. Eslyn had never felt so out of control, so incredibly needy.

“Please, oh, please,” she chanted, needing so much more, ready to come apart.

But Damon removed his mouth with a smacking sound. “No.” His voice was hard. He stood up. She wanted to grip his horns and shove him back down between her legs, but she knew there’d be no budging him and she’d probably earn herself another pussy whipping if she tried.

She blinked, trying to bring her tormenter’s face into focus. “Please?”