Page 57 of Warped

My fear and arousal mingle inside me, like two chemicals mixing in a lab flask. The resulting reaction is an explosion of hot defiance that comes bursting from my mouth before I have a chance to contain it.

“This is bullshit!” I shout. “I just spilled my guts to you about everything!”

“Only after I found your datastick.”

I open my mouth to remind Traven that he had no right to go rummaging through my things like he did. Then I catch myself. If he hadn’t found my datastick and basically forced me to reveal my secret, I most likely never would have shared it with them—and then I wouldn’t have found out about their personal connection in the Caldera Planetary Defense Force.

I’d like to say the ends don’t justify the means, but in this case I’m pretty happy about the ends.

The thing I’mnothappy about is this whole punishment business.

“Exactly what do you intend to do to me?” I ask. “Are you gonna torture me like you did yesterday in the kitchen?”

Traven tosses his head back and laughs.

“Torture?” he says. “Please, woman. That was nothing. All I did was deny your release for a few short minutes.”

“In the Warp, that’s pretty much the same thing as torture.”

I’m tempted to add that he and Rek are basically torturing me right now by not throwing me down on the bed and rutting me into oblivion. The need inside me is almost burning out of control at this point.

Judging from the way the fronts of both Rek’s and Traven’s sweatpants are lifting, I’d say they’re in the same boat.

That gives me an idea.

I shed the robe I’m wearing and I crawl to the center of the mattress, making sure to give Traven a clear view of the bejeweled anal plug still embedded between my cheeks. Then I roll over onto my back and spread my legs for him, using my fingers to splay my labia open so he can see all of my pink parts.

“I know how you can punish me, Daddy,” I say in my best pornstar voice. “Why don’t you pound my little pussy into submission with that big… hard… cock?”

Traven freezes. His eyes go wide. Inside his sweatpants, his cock is jumping like an animal trying to escape from a bag.

Meanwhile, Rek is still sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with equal intensity.

The feeling of having two men watching me—two big, highly aroused men—sends a fresh bolt of excitement zapping through my body. My pussy starts to leak even more than before. I can feel it seeping out and running down my plugged bottom to stain the sheets beneath me.

With a growl, Traven shoves his sweatpants down, and his hard cock springs free, drooling a thin string of precum from the tip. The veins on his long, thick shaft look extra plump. I can literally see them swelling and contracting with his pulse. Traven grips the base of his erection and brandishes like a weapon.

“Is this what you want?” he growls.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answer, and the pornstar voice isn’t an act anymore. “I want you to punish my pussy with your cock.”

Traven steps out of his fallen sweatpants and climbs onto the bed with me. He stalks toward me on all fours, his muscles bunching and flexing as he moves, his eyes dark and burning like the eyes of a jungle cat. As he moves over me, he drops his hips, and I lift mine like an offering, expecting him to enter me with one deep stroke.

Instead, his hard shaft merely grazes my exposed vulva, and his tip brushes against my hypersensitive clit, eliciting a sharp cry from my trembling lips. He silences me with a hungry kiss. Then he pulls back and grins, with his hardened member still pressing against my center.

“Bad girls don’t get to choose how they’re punished,” he says.

He flexes the muscles of his abdomen, causing his hard cock to momentarily lift from between my legs. Then he relaxes again, and his heavy dick comes crashing down on me again. The headlands directly on my clitoris like a hammer striking a nail, but the sensation is experienced throughout my entire body, from the circle of my gasping lips all the way down to the tips of my curling toes. It is a mingled sensation of pleasure and pain, not exactly an orgasm, but almost as intense. It leaves me dazed and panting—and wanting more.

By the time I come to my senses again, Traven has already hopped off the bed. The last I see of him is his perfect bubble butt disappearing through a door at the side of the room.

The door to the toy closet.

A sudden spark of anxiety spirals through me, and I bolt upright on the bed. What is Traven going in there for? He said he’s going to punish me. I can only assume he’s going to retrieve some instrument of torture.

I suddenly find myself wishing I had taken some time to snoop around inside that toy closet, so that I might have some idea of the punishment that awaits me. I suppose I’ll find out soon enough.

Unless…

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