“That’s not fair,” I whine, more arousal making my clit throb with anticipation. “You can’t leave me tied to this chair. You said you would let me go to work. And Daisy wakes up tomorrow, too!”
“Then you’d best not come,” Hayden warns. “Show us that you can be obedient to your mates. That’s your penance for blatantly defying your mate. Your Alpha.”
Remy pulls the rope tight against my thigh, then secures it to the chair before moving to my other leg. Once he’s done, I am completely bound and helpless. I’m spread wide, naked bottom and wet pussy vulnerable, and I can’t move at all. I should feel shame, being exposed like this, but I don’t.
My stomach twists with conflicting emotions. Part of me is terrified. How am I supposed to endure two massive wolves fucking me without allowing myself to experience the pleasure? Part of me is aroused beyond belief. A dark part of me wonders if some she-wolves used to defy their mates intentionally, just to end up in this position. If I was allowed to come, I might not be as scared of it as I am.
But then Hayden walks behind me with the belt and I tense up. I look over my shoulder again. There’s no malice in his amber stare. He’s just doing what his instincts demand. Punishing a mate that should have known better than to defy her Alpha.
“Eyes forward,” Hayden orders, getting a good grip on the belt. “If you look back at me, I’ll start over. If you miss a count, I’ll start over. If you keep your eyes forward and count out your penance, you’ll only get ten lashes with the belt.”
“From him,” Remy warns. “You have two mates, now, so you’ll get ten from me as well.”
“A wise decision, brother,” Hayden says. “Our mate should know that defying one of us means she has to face consequences from both of us. Ten from me. Ten from Remy.”
I stare at the headboard, noticing Hayden’s shadow move. I brace myself for the belt, sure it will hurt, but unsure how much. I get my answer a second later, when the leather cracks across my ass with a sharp bite that makes me gasp.
“One,” I manage, my voice shaking as I prepare for the next lash.
The belt lands again, lower this time, catching the sensitive spot where my ass meets my thighs. I cry out, my fingers curling around the seat of the chair.
“Two,” I whimper.
Hayden pauses to rub his hand over my cheeks. His hand feels soothing, but then he pulls it away and the third lash lands diagonally across both cheeks, the leather wrapping slightly around my hip. The pain is immediate and intense, radiating like fire spreading across my skin.
“Three!” I gasp, my body jerking against the restraints.
I try to shift my weight, to find some relief, but the ropes hold me perfectly still. There’s nowhere to go. Nothing to do but endure.
The fourth swing of the belt comes without warning, harder than the previous three, and I let out a screech when it lands on top of the spot where the first lash landed.
“Four,” I pant out the count, tears pricking my eyes.
“You’re taking your punishment well,” Hayden rumbles, rubbing my ass again where the belt landed. “Keep counting.”
Hayden’s shadow moves again. I close my eyes and try to clench, but I can’t with my thighs spread like this. The belt seems to find the softest spot imaginable, landing across my sit spots, a burn radiating from them immediately.
“Five,” I whimper, my voice barely audible.
“Halfway through my part of the punishment,” Hayden says, his voice rough, but approving. He rubs my ass, his caress alleviating some of the burn. “Are you doing okay, or would you like to take a break?”
“I’m allowed to take a break?” I breathe out, twisting against the restraints.
“Yes, this is punishment, but we’re not trying to harm you. Just discipline you,” Hayden murmurs. “You won’t get to take a break once we’re inside you. That, you’ll just have to endure.”
I consider asking for a break, but I’m not sure that would make it any better. I’m still owed five lashes from Hayden and ten from Remy. It’s too early to ask for a reprieve.
“I’d rather continue,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
“Don’t push through the pain because you feel you have to,” Remy says, and I realize I only hear his voice in my mind.“Hayden is the Alpha, but he’s not cruel. Not with someone he cares about. If it’s too much, you can tell him.”
I listen to Remy’s words, but that doesn’t stop Hayden from swinging the belt for the sixth time. It lands below my sit spots, strapping the back of my thighs. I shriek from the lash across the sensitive skin, my entire body going rigid against the restraints.
“Six!” I cry out, my voice breaking. I bite my tongue. I’m going to endure all of the ones from Hayden, but I might ask for a break before Remy starts whipping me. The seventh lash follows immediately, giving me no time to recover, but thankfully, the belt lands higher, right across the center of my ass. “Seven!”
“Three more from me,” Hayden says. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I grind out, my nails digging into the wood.
