Unleashed by Kate Douglas Page A

stretching to give him entrance. Still maneuvering the frame that held him, she brought him even closer, stretching her legs wide to take him, positioning his body perfectly until his balls rested against her perineum and the silvery matt of his pubic hair tangled with her dark curls.
    How the hell was he supposed to move?
    He shifted his eyes to the left as a huge naked islander stepped around his side and bowed to the goddess. The man was ugly as sin with a thick neck but a narrow, rat-like face. He carried twice Locan’s weight, and the cock rising hard against his belly made the dildo look small.
    Oh. Shit. Was this the one Namaka referred to as her assistant? Locan shivered, but he managed to look away from the guy’s cock. His gaze rested on the paddle in the man’s right hand, a paddle made of twisted bamboo canes with a long, thick handle. The intricately woven face was twisted in the shape of a large clover. Locan had barely wrapped his mind around the potential for pain from either the guy’s dick or the paddle, when the man disappeared behind him. Namaka licked her lips.
    Smack! A powerful blow to his butt shoved Locan forward, deeper into the goddess. Pain unlike anything Namaka had caused left him speechless and gasping for air. Two leaves of the clover-shaped paddle caught the fleshy curve of his buttocks, the center of it slammed into the dildo, but the smaller leaf at the bottom caught his testicles with bruising force. He sucked air, too overcome by agony to make a sound. Namaka shoved at his chest, pushing him away until his cock rested at her entrance. Another sharp swat, another push, and it all became perfectly clear just how he was going to pleasure the goddess.
    The pain in his testicles was only rivaled by that of the dildo shoving deep inside with every powerful blow. Barely aware of the stinging slaps against his butt, he prayed that he wouldn’t pass out before he could call for help.
    He really needed to call on Addie and Jett, tell them to free him now, but he was drowning in sensation, losing himself in the unexpected visceral joy of such perfect agony offset by the mind-numbing pleasure of each hot glide inside the goddess.
    Absolute pain followed by absolute pleasure. The rhythm picked up, the blows came faster, harder. The man behind him grunted with the effort. The goddess tightened her legs around his thighs and his body pounded into hers. He was a tool, nothing more than a dildo, just like the one that filled him. Namaka’s fingernails pinched at his small nipples, twisting and tearing into his skin, but it was nothing compared to the beating that went on, and on. To the heat between her legs that grew hotter, until she was all-consuming. All powerful.
    She screamed and her body arched against his and he thought that finally the beating would end, but the swats continued, the sound of the paddle striking his flesh more painful than the actual connection. He had no feeling in his balls, and very little in his ass. His cock was still hard. He hadn’t come. He wanted to, but for some reason he was still erect, still unsatisfied.
    Namaka pulled away from him. Her cunt dripped, but it was from her release, not his. His lungs ached and it hurt to draw each breath. He stared at the goddess through a red haze. She looked at his erection and laughed. The frame holding him jerked and he was suddenly upright, still bound and hanging, the dildo still buried deep inside his ass.
    At some point the man had stopped hitting him. Though he remained out of sight behind Locan, he could hear the guy breathing heavily. Namaka pushed herself away from the couch and stood. She walked over to Locan and flicked his painfully engorged cock with her fingernail. He groaned and glared at her, putting as much hatred as he could into that look.
    “Ah, Locan. Poor boy. You’ve not released?”
    He continued glaring at her, but said nothing. She smiled, showing that mouthful of shark’s teeth. “Iole,” she