“So where were you, Riya? You went for Argrax bark?”
She nods and her little tongue darts out to moisten her lips. “And to Holla’s.”
My gut twists. Our mate has been too lonely here. Lonely enough to sneak off without permission.
I show nothing on my face, though. “You knew we didn’t wish you to go in the forest unaccompanied.” It’s a statement not a question.
“Yes… Master.”
Damn. That has me grabbing my cock again and I don’t think she even meant it to turn me on. She’s simply defaulted to slave mode, which should make me hate the moniker. But I vecking love it. Almost as much as I love the submissive tone and having her standing before me naked. Because our mate isn’t weak. She’s a strong female who just traveled through the forest and located her friend all on her own.
“I know I speak for my cousins when I say we’re so vecking relieved you made it safely. But that doesn’t mean we won’t each punish you for putting us through such a fright. You didn’t even try to leave us a message?”
She rubs her pretty lips together. “I’m sorry.”
I stand from the hoverseat. “Ten with the strap. That’s my punishment for you. Spread your legs and bend over at the waist.” It’s not too cruel. We give her the strap on a regular basis, just for play, but I’ll give it a punitive tone. But when she obeys, and I get a glimpse of her pink, glistening core, punishment flies out the window. Oh, I’ll make her hurt, but I’m sure all of us will enjoy it. She rests her hands on her knees, but I think she could use a little reassuring contact, so I say, “Ronan, perhaps you’ll come over to steady her.”
Ronan grins. He, too, has lost all his ire. He sweeps his hoverchair in front of Riya and cups her chin, lifting her face to his. When she starts to straighten her back, he makes a disapproving sound in his throat and she adjusts, arching her ass out to me and lifting her face to him at the same time.
He runs his thumb over her lips. “Good girl, Riya.”
I snap the leather across her ass. She jumps and squeaks. Ronan holds her face captive, forcing her to look up at him, to be seen.
I let it swing again and again, laying stripes down her already glowing ass while Ronan pinches her nipples with one hand, and thrusts the thumb of the other between
her lips. I finish her strapping and let the leather fall.
The scent of her arousal fills the room. I don’t want to wait another vecking moment to put my cock in her.
“What’s your punishment?” I rasp to Ronan.
A wicked smile curls his lips. “I’m going to veck her hot little ass. She should know that when she’s punished, she always takes it in the ass. And we won’t let her come, either.”
“No, she doesn’t deserve to come, does she?” I agree.
I look over at Tarren, who’s still looking disgruntled on his seat on the hoverdisk.
I reach my arm around Riya’s waist and lift her to stand, her back pressing against my front. With my lips at her ear, I say, “You need to go suck Tarren’s cock until he’s smiling again. And while you do it, Ronan’s going to veck your ass. But don’t you dare come, little mate, or I’ll whip you again with the strap. Understand?”
She nods, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. All three of us groan.
Tarren wastes no time stripping and lying down on the hoverdisk and Riya dutifully crawls up between his legs. I take my cock out and fist it, watching Riya take Tarren’s member into her mouth and Ronan position himself behind her to take her ass.
Veck, I might just come from watching, but I don’t want to. I’d rather come in her juicy little pussy. Still, as their sounds grow louder and needier, I have to beat my cock harder and my balls tighten.
For all his surliness, Tarren finishes first, his roar shaking the damn dome. When Riya licks him clean and pops off, I grasp her hair and pull her head up. “Do not come,” I warn her just before Ronan’s shout echoes off the glass and metal.
She whimpers, but obeys, her body going slack, into a purely receptive mode.
“Good girl,” I purr. I can hardly wait for Ronan to finish and pull out. I stand at the ready, clothes off, a wet washcloth in hand to wipe her clean.
I flatten her to her belly on the hoverdisk, my palm at her nape. “Spread your legs, beautiful. It’s my turn, and I’m tired of waiting for the sweetness that awaits me.” I rub the head of my cock in her juices. One thrust and I’m deep, right where I want to be. I groan. “Mmm, this pussy’s always so wet for me, isn’t it?” I croon, my eyes already rolling back in my head.
Riya’s back heaves with her quickened breath. Tarren captures her wrists and pulls them over her head, not that she was trying to use them, just to exert his dominance.
I pull out and slam back in. Riya lets out a keening cry. “Jax,” she pants. “Please?”
“No.” I make my voice hard. “What did I say?” I pump harder. Faster. “Do you get to come, naughty girl?”