I have no idea what they’re talking about.
Nanish smirks as he nods. “Definitely.” He looks me in the eyes, his own dark eyes dancing with some sort of humor I’m not yet privy to. “But if you intend to roll those gorgeous eyes at us, you should be prepared to spend a lot of time over one of our laps getting your bottom spanked, sassy girl.”
Gasping, I stare at the two of them in shock. Spank me? Is he serious?
“You heard him, Little girl. We Papis are pretty strict on Eleadia. We have a lot of rules—most of them for your safety. If you break them, you’ll find yourself with a red-hot bottom.”
I can’t breathe. My eyes are wide. At the same time, I can totally picture myself lying over one of their laps, my ass in the air, a palm swatting me. I can’t believe the idea turns me on. I have no idea what a Papi is, and I can’t seem to ask.
Instinctively, I squeeze my thighs together around Nanish’s knee, he sets his palm on my bare thigh and slides it up under the tight edge of my skirt. “We can scent your arousal, Little one. It’s powerful and growing. The thought of us spanking you is making your heart race and your pussy pulse.”
My face heats to the temperature of the sun. He can tell that? Sheesh.
Bamgin chuckles. “If you want to know what it will feel like to have your bottom swatted, roll those gorgeous eyes again. I’ll warn you, though, when we spank you—and believe me we will—it will always be on your bare bottom. Are you ready for us to take the rest of your clothes off, Mags?”
Panting, I ponder his question for about a half a second. “Yes, please.” The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. It’s true. I do want to be naked with them. I want it so badly I can hardly stand the wait.
“Just so we’re clear,” Nanish says as he unbuttons my jean skirt. “We intend to worship your body in ways you cannot imagine. But we will not penetrate you with our cocks tonight.”
I frown. “Why not?” Is my voice whiny?
Bamgin smiles. “Mainly because you’re injured, and we would never do anything to risk hurting you further. We’ll wait until a few weeks after we’re home to take that step with you.”
“Why…” I lick my lips as these two men hover over me, lowering the zipper on my skirt and then working carefully to remove it from me. “Why would we wait a few weeks?” I manage to mumble.
Bamgin slides a hand under my neck and lifts me a few inches so he can whisk my sweater and bra away. “It will take you that long to recover from being in stasis for six months. When we arrive, you’ll be extremely weak.”
“Six months?” My voice squeaks.
Nanish manages to wiggle my skirt over my brace and down my legs. “Yes, Little one. That’s how long it takes to get home. You’ll be asleep the entire time. It will take a few days for you to regain the ability to even speak.”
My eyes widen. That scares me.
“Don’t worry, Baby girl. We’ll take care of you in every way while you regain your strength,” Nanish says.
Bamgin cups my face and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. “We’ll continue to care for you in every way even after you’re able to walk and talk again. It’s our custom.”
I don’t know what he means by that, but any questions I may have disappear then my men work together to remove my panties, leaving me naked except for my brace.
Shuddering, I reach to cover my breasts. It’s instinctive. They’re staring at me. I’ve never felt so exposed.
They both take a wrist and ease my hands away from my chest.
“Don’t cover yourself, Little one,” Bamgin demands, his voice deep and throaty.
Nanish lifts my good knee, bends it, and pushes it up high and wide, opening my sex.
I shudder as their gazes roam all over my body. Heated. Sexy. Filled with promise. I should be panicking. There are two of them. They’re huge. They’re from an alien planet. However, they also injected me repeatedly with some calming serum, and it’s working.
Bamgin bends over and captures one of my nipples between his lips. He sucks harder than before, drawing it into his mouth. A sudden sharp pain sends me arching my chest off the bed. He pierced me again with that quill. My nipple.
“Oh God…” Pleasure races through me. “You…”
He laps at the swollen bud. “We will worship these pretty nipples in many ways and often, Little one. We’ll enjoy keeping them hard and swollen all the time.”
I whimper. Wetness is running out of me. I don’t understand why. I want to squeeze my thighs together and stop it. But I can’t. Nanish is holding my leg obscenely wide, embarrassingme. When he lowers his head, instead of capturing my other nipple, he nuzzles my breast and scoots his way down my body.
Suddenly, he wraps his mouth around my sex and sucks.
