Page 12 of Guardians

Believing every word, she forced herself to relax. As she sucked in several ragged breaths, the tension inside her gradually receded.

“Good girl.” Diego cupped one of her breasts and then the other, teasing her nipples with his thumb. If he wanted her to relax, why was he stimulating her?

Malik finger-combed her hair back from her face. With both hands buried in her loosened tresses, he watched her features closely. “Take it like a good girl,” he whispered. “Hold still and accept the pain.” He was enjoying her suffering, she realized with a shudder. He was getting off on her pain.

Kane swung the belt again and again. She yelled even louder, afraid of her own reaction to the blinding sting. Her clit twitched and her core clenched. And Diego wasn’t helping her stay calm. He was pinching her nipples now, twisting and lightly pulling on the sensitive tips. She couldn’t deny the sensations any longer. She was about to come.

“That’s enough,” Zion said just in time. “Is she as wet as she smells?”

Lexie sobbed, horrified by the question. Finding this situation arousing was bad enough, but knowing that everyone in the room was aware of her reaction was the most humiliating element of her punishment. Malik released her head, and she immediately lowered her face, hiding behind her unbound hair. Kane gently touched her burning bottom cheeks, tracing the welts then easing his fingers between her legs. Lexie squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. There was no denying what he would find, but she still didn’t understand it.

“She’s soaked,” he said proudly as he traced her slit, teasing the entrance to her body. “Aren’t you, mate?” He circled her clit with his fingertips, making her entire body tremble. “Are you ready for our cocks?”

“Not here,” she sobbed. “Please don’t do it here.” Kane urged her legs even farther apart with his knees, making room between her thighs. “Please,” she cried, head shaking, hair tossing wildly.

Two of his long fingers pushed into her core. “Then come on my hand. Lift your face so Malik and Diego can watch you lose control.”

She reluctantly lifted her head, but several sections of her hair hung down over her face.

“No hiding,” Malik scolded as he drew her hair back from her face and wound it around his fist. “Offer us your pleasure. Surrender control.”

She was nearly vertical now, her breasts and belly on display for everyone in the room.

Diego took full advantage of the position, squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples. “These soft round tits are ours.” He caught both nipples and pinched hard enough to make her cry out. “These nipples belong to your mates.” He bent and sucked on one while Malik sucked on the other.

Their mouths pulled hard at the same time, combining pleasure with pain and fueling her smoldering desire. She tried to wiggle away, but they held her in place as they sucked and licked and nibbled upon her sensitive flesh.

“Your pussy is ours,” Kane spoke up, his long fingers sliding in and out.

The profusion of her juices made a humiliating sound each time his fingers thrust inward. She’d never been this wet before, never been this aroused.

Malik released her nipple long enough to join in. He found her clit with his fingertips and circled the needy bud, making her squirm and moan. “Your pleasure belongs to us now. You come when you’re told to come and never without permission. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Come right now.” Malik pinched her clit, triggering a vicious orgasm that was more pain than pleasure.

She screamed, arching wildly as intense sensations momentarily shattered reality. Her surroundings faded and there was only blissful pleasure and the faint sensation of warm hands traveling over her body. Reality returned in stages. Her sight cleared and then she could hear her own harsh panting. Her knees wobbled, threatening to buckle. She leaned forward and braced herself against the chair’s wide seat. As the waves of sensation abated, she was vaguely aware of her mates trading places. Diego was behind her now, Malik stood to her left, and Kane was directly in front of her.

Kane tilted her head back and pushed his fingers into her mouth, spreading her juices all over her tongue. “See how much you enjoy being disciplined.” He slid his fingers in and out several times, then ordered, “Lick them clean.”

Confused yet titillated by the humiliating act, she licked and sucked on his fingers until her strange, salty-sweet taste began to fade. Her arousal was undeniable, but she didn’t understand why she was reacting this way. She was naked and on display. Her bottom still throbbed from the cruel belt and her nipples were tender from all the pinches and sucking. They’d objectified her, playing with her body like a toy, and still she came so hard that she nearly passed out.

Something cool and slick drizzled into her bottom crack and she squeaked out a protest. Kane quickly fisted her hair, preventing her from turning her head. She tensed and whimpered, dreading what was about to happen.

“This sweet little ass is ours,” Diego told her as he teased her back entrance with something blunt and unfamiliar. It wasn’t his fingers. It felt artificial, like some sort of toy. Where in God’s name would he have gotten a sex toy on this primitive planet?

She tried to turn her head again, but Kane’s fingers tightened in her hair. “Be still,” Kane ordered. “Diego is in charge right now. That’s all you need to know.”

“Try to relax,” Malik advised. “It’s less painful that way and the plug is going inside either way.”

Plug? Diego had a butt plug? She’d heard of them, had even seen images on the internet, but she’d never had one shoved inside her. She shook her head as well as she could and whispered, “Please, don’t. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”

Unconcerned with her protests, Diego drove the toy inward with slow, yet steady pressure. Her pucker spread around the smooth toy, opening so wide that it burned like fire. She cried out and struggled harder. “Relax and it won’t hurt so badly,” Diego reminded. He paused long enough to apply more lube, but didn’t stop until her reluctant ass had accepted the entire plug.

She sobbed, sinking to her forearms on the seat. Everything about this was humiliating, which was exactly what Zion wanted. Kane finally released her hair, and she lowered her head, eagerly seeking the relative privacy created by her loose tresses. “I hate you,” she whispered. “I hate all three of you.” She’d never been comfortable with ass play, didn’t even like her lovers fingeringher there. The plug felt huge, intrusive and punitive. Was this a glimpse at the rest of her life? A harsh sob tore from her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of her situation.

“You took your belting like a good girl, but now you’re acting like a brat,” Diego told her, his voice cold and stern. “I was just going to insert the plug and take you out of here. Instead, you’re going to stand there and come while I fuck you with it.” He grasped the end and drew it nearly out.

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