Trading Teon (The Beast Masters Series) by Reagan Hawk

seemed to as well.
    Lorne put
a hand in her hair. “Come, my flower. We have a gift for you.”
    She stood and
followed him into the room that had previously been off limits to her. It took
a moment for her eyes to adjust and her brain to compute all she was seeing. It
was a sex room.
    She’d read
of these on Earth. Of the sin and debauchery that took place in them. Of the
pain and the pleasure they could offer.
    There was
a bar suspended from the ceiling with chains on each side. Each chain held a
restraint. Lorne clicked a finger and pointed to it. “Stand there. I wish to
cuff you.”
    Garon
appeared in the doorway, looking winded. “Good. I feared I would be late to the
fun.”
    Lorne
smiled wide. “Never.”
    Teon did
as instructed and Lorne handcuffed her wrists, leaving her arms spread wide
above her head. He stepped around her, and with one yank he shredded the thin
shift she wore. If fell free from her body, leaving her naked and exposed
before them.
    Her
nipples responded.
    Both men
eased even closer.
    Garon took
point. “Teon, you bear our marks upon your flesh. You have our scent and now
you shall wear our collar for all to know you belong to us. Are you agreeable
to this?”
    She bit at
her inner cheeks, tears threatening to fall. Of course she was agreeable. She
wanted to be theirs in all ways possible. She nodded. “Y-yes.”
    Lorne
slinked up behind her, suddenly naked, his cock probing the cleft of her ass.
“Do you understand what he said?”
    “That I’ll
be your pet,” she returned.
    “Far, far
more than that,” Lorne corrected. He touched her shoulder where he’d bitten her
during sex. “Do you remember this? Where my teeth sank into your flesh?”
    Oh stars
above, did she remember. She was practically dripping wet just thinking about
it again. She squirmed in place and he pinched her ass hard, making her cream
even more.
    “Does my
dirty girl remember?”
    “Yes,” she
choked out. “I remember.”
    Garon
cupped her breasts and then pinched her nipples, gaining her attention. “And do
you recall my bite?”
    “Yes,” she
said as cream dripped down her inner thighs.
    Both men
inhaled deeply.
    “Our
flower is naughty,” Lorne said to Garon.
    Garon
laughed. “Very. Do you recall, Teon?”
    She
nodded. “Yes.”
    “For our
people it is a claiming,” Garon stated. “It is likened to your Earthly custom
of marriage.”
    She
tensed. They’d claimed her? They’d basically married her the first day they’d
had her? As her mind raced and their expressions confirmed her questions, the
tears began to fall.
    Garon
touched her cheek. “This displeases you?”
    “No,” she
said between tears. “It’s pleases me. A whole hell of a lot.”
    Lorne
tossed his head back and laughed before swatting her ass again. “Good because
you have been a…” He looked to Garon for assistance.
    “Married
woman,” Garon supplied.
    “Yes,
married woman for a week now. And it is past time we collar you, flower.”
    “Oh stars
yes, collar me,” she begged.
    Lorne stepped
to the side and when he returned to her, it was with a paddle of sorts in hand.
He licked his lower lip. “First, I am going to spank that pretty ass and turn
that gorgeous skin pink. Then, you will be fucked and collared by us both.”
    He moved
behind her and she heard the swoosh of the paddle before it connected with her
bare bottom. Pain raced through her, exciting her. She was such a dirty girl.
She got off so hard on the sting that followed each swat. She wiggled her butt,
wanting more. Lorne obliged. He spanked her sweetly with the paddle, making her
body come alive with need.
    By the
time he was done, her ass was red and her cunt was so wet she could barely
stand it. Lorne ran his fingers through her cream and then propelled his
fingers into her ass. She cried out. Nothing had been there before. It felt so
good. So wanton.
    She moved,
pushing her ass onto his hand more. He laughed and put his lips to her ear. “My
cock