“I can’t lose my job, Hayden. I’ve worked too hard,” I sigh, looking at him, then his brother. “I know it doesn’t make sense to you, but it does to me. If you’ve got to punish me, then punish me. But unless you tie me to this bed, I’m going back to work tomorrow.”
Hayden lets out a low growl. The hair on his neck bristles and I’m pretty sure goosebumps rippled over my skin.
“If she’s immune to vampires, it isn’t as risky as you feared,” Remy says, glancing at his brother. “One of us could keep an eye on her, just to be safe.”
“She’s safer here,” Hayden growls, then the anger seems to fade from his eyes. “But if it’s important to our mate, thenit’s important to us. We’ll make the arrangements. No more sneaking off like that.”
“We’ll do some perimeter sweeps. Have Storm set up a few cameras we can monitor. I doubt the vampires will go after her again, but there’s no way to know that for sure,” Remy says. “If it happens again, they won’t get close enough to bite her.”
“No, they won’t,” Hayden’s deep voice a final confirmation of that truth.
Knowing that I’m not going to be held prisoner after my stunt fills me with a hint of relief. Except I haven’t been punished yet. Still, I can’t deny I deserve it. There’s guilt lingering in my stomach over defying my mate. Putting myself in danger. Putting them in danger.
“In that case, I’ll accept my punishment,” I sigh, looking down. “Is it going to be another spanking?”
“Not like the last one,” Hayden warns. “Wait right here.”
Hayden leaves the bedroom area. I glance up at Remy, feeling a flutter of nervousness, but his expression is unreadable.
Hayden returns carrying one of the high, straight back wooden chairs from the kitchen. It’s more suited for someone his size than mine. I always feel like the chairs are swallowing me whole when I sit in one of them for breakfast. He gestures for me to stand, so I do. He positions the chair with the seat pressed flush against the mattress.
I look back and forth between them with hesitation in my eyes. Hayden has seen me naked, but Remy hasn’t. I can’t believe I have to strip in front of both of them like this. There was a timewhen this would have humiliated me so much my face would be as red as my ass is likely going to be when they’re done with me.
“Everything?” I whimper, glancing at Remy.
“Yes, mate,” Hayden rumbles. “Remy is your mate just like I am. You have nothing to hide from him.”
“I’m going to see everything eventually,” Remy smirks, his amber eyes raking over me with a hunger that suggests he wants to do more than justpunishme. “Don’t resist, mate. You’re already in enough trouble, aren’t you?”
“I guess so,” I mutter, feeling heat in my cheeks as I begin to remove my clothes.
Despite being rather tall, when I bend over the back of the chair and press my palms to the seat, my feet dangle. I try to find a position that’s comfortable, but there isn’t one. The wood digs against my stomach even with the blanket to soften the worst of it, I can’t get my footing, and balancing on my hands is a struggle.
“You’re going to be punished the way disobedient she-wolf mates are normally punished,” Hayden growls. “Remy, see if you can find some strips of leather or rope in the garage so we can restrain her.”
“You don’t have to restrain me,” I whine, finally balancing myself so that the position doesn’t ache. Too bad there’s no position that will soften the spanking. “I’ll take my punishment, even if it hurts.”
“Some of it will hurt and some of it will be torture,” Hayden’s deep voice sends another wave of goosebumps over my exposed skin. He moves away and I can see him retrieving a belt fromhis armoire. Thankfully, it looks like one he wears in his Third Form and not the thick, wide slab of leather he wears in his True Human form. “You’ll get the belt first. Ten lashes for your disobedience, and you’ll count them. Then you’ll get me. Inside you. And when I’m done, Remy will get to punish and claim you, just like I did.”
“That doesn’t sound like torture,” I whisper, arousal making me wet at the thought.
“The torture will be self-inflicted, mate,” Hayden says. “Because no matter how much you want to, tonight, you’re not allowed to come.”
“What!?” My eyes widen and I shake my head. “That’s impossible… there’s no way!”
“You’ll find a way, if you truly understand that you deserve this punishment,” Hayden says.
Remy returns with several lengths of rope. I groan as he wraps one around my wrist, securing it with a knot that doesn’t hurt, but looks impossible to escape. The other end of the rope is tied to the front chair leg, and then he moves to my other hand.
The rope is soft against my skin, but the restraint is absolute. I tug experimentally. Nothing. I’m completely at their mercy. If I put up too much of a fight, I’ll have rope burns before this is over.
“This seems unnecessary,” I huff. “I won’t move.”
“You’ll try,” Remy growls, wrapping a rope around my thigh. “Even the mightiest she-wolf can’t hold this position after her mate’s seed is running down her thighs like a river. There’s no shame if you struggle. They always struggle.”
“What if I can’t… stop myself?” I ask. “What if it feels too good?”
“Oh, I’m going to make sure it feels good,” Remy growls. “I haven’t gotten to claim you yet. I’ve been dying to taste you. To feel you wrapped around my cock. To hear you scream my name like I know you will. But you’ll manage. If you don’t, then you’ll stay tied to this chair. You won’t be going to work tomorrow.”
