Night of the Zandians (Zandian Brides 1)

Ronan slides my legs apart. “Wider, Riya.” He taps my inner thighs, then slides his fingers along my skin, up and down, when I obey. “More.” He helps me shift. “Good. Just like that, as wide as you can. This will be the position we like when you are to be punished.”

My pussy clenches even as my face burns. Thankfully they can’t see it. Jax squeezes my hands. “A little punishment always sweetens the pleasure,” he promises.

I’m not so sure I agree, but I

also can’t bring myself to protest. The flutters in my belly wing with desire and heat and anticipation.

Maybe there is a bit of fear, because I blurt, “I’ll obey you!”

Jax chuckles. “Of course you will.”

Tarren—at least I think it’s Tarren—rubs his palm over my ass. “Our punishment is not something to fear.” He strokes, and at the same time, Ronan runs his fingers up my inner thighs.

“I don’t know,” Ronan’s fingers trail closer and closer to where I need them. “I rather hope she disobeys often.”

I never imagined I’d find punishment sexy, but I’m tingly everywhere and wet between my legs. For the first time in my life, I desire something only a male can give me. Only what these males can give me.

Tarren’s palm crashes down on my ass and I squeal in shock. Pain blooms, a slow spreading fire across the offended cheek.

“Start her out lightly,” suggests Jax, “Let her get used to the burn before you increase the impact.”

I’m grateful for Jax’s practical advice. I definitely want it lighter.

“If she takes it obediently, she might not even need the strap,” suggests Ronan.

I nearly jackknife off their laps, my back bowing as my head surges up. “Strap?” I twist to look over my shoulder at him.

Ronan laughs and shrugs, a slightly guilty expression on his face. “It would be fun, don’t you think?” His fingers drift nearly to the cleft between my legs and flutter there, teasing me, where I am already wet. He chuckles when I squirm. “Riya, you think you’re afraid, but your body has another idea.”

“Veck, you’re so wet,” growls Tarren. “It’s time to start this.” He raises his hand, I feel the air draft, and then he slaps my other cheek. The impact makes a loud sound, and I cry out even though it doesn’t really hurt this time.

He spanks me again. I wiggle.

“I see my handprint on your skin.” His voice is low. “I’m going to turn you pink with spank after spank, Riya, so they all blend together to make your bottom glow.”

I moan, and it’s not clear to me whether it’s from worry or pleasure, because the tone of his voice, and the tingle on my skin makes me press my hips down into his lap. I feel his hard length beneath me.

“Stay still,” he orders me, and Ronan shifts to hold my thighs open more easily. His hands are strong, and although his grasp is not painful, it immobilizes me.

Tarren slaps me again, and again. It stings more, and I whimper.

“Are you done?” I cry out.

Tarren chuckles. “No, Riya. We’re just getting started.”

At that, he begins to spank me faster, a few times on each cheek in a row, and soon I’m bucking my hips furiously, trying to move away from the punishing blows. But Ronan holds me in place, and when I try to reach back to cover my ass, Jax tsks at me and squeezes my hands. “No, Riya,” he says. “You don’t get to determine when the spanking is done. Hold my hands for support and accept the punishment.”

“Get her upper thighs,” Ronan suggests. “They’re far too pale. You need to make them pink like her ass.”

Tarren must agree, because next I feel his strong hand slap at the base of my buttocks, and it hurts far more. Even as the pain stings, there is something more, a growing need between my legs, and I start to anticipate each blow with as much eagerness as trepidation.

I’m almost in a reverie, when an especially sharp spank distracts me. “Ow!” I try to twist away. But with three strong warriors holding me in place, I have no chance to get away until they have decided it’s enough.

Being restrained only increases the wicked heat between my wet thighs, a heat that is already matching the burn on my ass, and I wiggle. “No…” I whisper, but I’m humping Tarren’s lap.

Tarren’s hand crashes down harder, matching the intensity of my need and I arch back to meet it.

Tarren gives a harsh curse and the spanking stops. I lie panting, feeling the heat from all three of their bodies, and exultation rolls through me at the way they are using my body in ways I never could have dreamed would be exciting.