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“Now spread those legs wide and lower your head.”
Determined to prove him wrong, she did exactly what he told her without uttering a word. He’d seen it all before. Why should she care if he gawked at her naked body?
“Did you spank her pussy?” Tandor asked. “I don’t remember her being that red.”
“She punched me in the face. She’s lucky I only used my hand.”
Being exposed was bad enough, but displaying herself so lewdly while they talked about her most intimate parts sent a wave of shame crashing over Ansley. Her eyes burned with unshed tears.
Someone traced her slit. She held perfectly still, not giving them the satisfaction of reacting to their deplorable treatment. A long finger pushed into her aching core. It slid back and forth a few times then the increased pressure told her a second finger had joined the first.
“Are you sure I can’t fuck her?” Tandor asked. “This pussy is more than ready for my cock.”
“I’m not finished with her discipline.”
Slowly the fingers withdrew. “Then let me taste her.”
“Damnation, Tan. You’re as impatient as she is.”
Tandor’s chuckle was unapologetic and his warm hands grasped her hips. “Don’t worry, brother. I won’t let her come.” Before Ansley could crawl away from him, Tandor pressed his face against the backs of her thighs and drove his tongue into her core.
“Oh, God,” she cried, shocked by how wonderful something so wicked could feel. She knew mouths were used for pleasure, had seen the act performed on the internet. But seeing and experiencing were two very different things.
His only response was to slide his tongue down to her clit and bring her right to the edge of orgasm. He paused, waiting until the sensations receded and then he did it again and again. He licked her everywhere, sucking her folds into his mouth and even sucking on her clit. But every time she was close to release, he pulled away and denied her.
“Stop, please stop!” she yelled as the orgasm fizzled out for the fifth time. She needed the release so badly that her thighs were shaking and wetness was starting to trickle out of her core.
“I could do that all night,” Tandor muttered as he finally stopped tormenting her. “She tastes so fucking good.”
“You are doing very well,” Jobek told her as he moved behind her. He ran his hand down her spine, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Continue to behave and this will be over before you know it.”
“It hurts,” she whispered miserably. “I need to climax so badly.”
“There are many kinds of punishment.” Jobek dragged his fingers across her bottom. The throbbing was nearly gone, but the skin still felt unusually sensitive. “Tandor just demonstrated one. I’m about to demonstrate another.”
“But you already spanked me.” She made sure she sounded confused rather than insolent.
“The spanking was for calling me a liar. This is for punching me in the face.”
She looked back at him, torn between anger and hopelessness. “And what Tandor did? What was that for?”
“For trying to use passion to manipulate your mates,” Tandor told her. “Did you think we would forget about that one?”
This was all a game to them. She turned her face back around and lowered her forehead to her bound hands. They’d objected when she said she’d lose control of her life as soon as she chose her mates. But everything they’d done so far proved that she was right. Females were powerless in their star system. Even if she had access to her abilities, she was afraid it wouldn’t matter.
Tandor sat down beside her on the bed and brushed her hair back from her face. “Look at me, Ansley.”
“I don’t want to,” she whispered.
Jobek slapped her bottom, reigniting the throb. “He gave you an order. You will obey.”
Begrudgingly, she turned her head and met Tandor’s gaze.
“The first few days of any courtship are always the hardest. The males must establish their authority and females often feel compelled to test them. Once you have determined how far we will bend, this will fall into a natural routine.”
She didn’t find the concept nearly as encouraging as he’d intended. Jobek was not willing to bend at all and their idea of natural was vastly different from hers. “If you say so.”
Something cool and slippery dripped into the cleft between her bottom cheeks. Panic jarred her out of her self-pity and she twisted around, trying to see what she’d just felt.
