Page 25 of Claiming Their Slave
Finally, he withdrew the plug from her ass completely and set it aside. He spread her ass cheeks wide and stared at her shy pucker, envying his brother for getting to fuck her bottom hole first. But, claiming her cunny would be just as sweet, he reminded himself, and released her ass and reached for the belt.
He stepped back and prepared his aim, trailing the leather over her reddened cheeks. She shuddered and sniffled. Goddess, he couldn’t wait to comfort her and dry her tears, but first he had to fulfill his duties as her disciplinarian. If he wasn’t firm with her, she wouldn’t learn to follow their rules, and he wouldn’t take the chance that she might disobey and put herself in danger one day.
Though their home was safe, there were still dangers that lurked in the forest, and the safestones surrounding his property didn’t guard against Banded, humans, or other similar men who might come calling without an invitation. The safestones only guarded against animals. Her willingness to immediately obey their orders was more important than she could probably imagine. The thought of any harm coming to her filled him with a fury that rivaled his bloodlust on the battlefield.
He wielded the belt against her ass cheeks, harder than the previous strikes, three times in a row. Then he tossed the implement to the chair and lifted her in his arms. Wolfe hovered over her too, smoothing his hands through her hair and kissing her cheeks. She sniffled a few times but her crying soon quieted. Jaxon wiped the remaining tears from her face with his thumbs and murmured comforting phrases into her ear, calling her a good girl and his sweet little human.
“Are you still upset with me, Masters?” she asked, shuddering.
“No, little slave. All is forgiven. But you must learn to obey us. When you’re given an order, whether it’s inside or outside the bedroom, you must do as you are told. You cannot simply do as you please, and you certainly cannot order us out of a room or speak to us in such an indignant tone as you did. You must remain respectful at all times, or suffer the consequences,” Wolfe explained, holding her chin in place as he stared down at her, his expression intense.
“I understand, Masters. Though I was a slave in the village, I had plenty of free time, in between my chores, and I suppose I am quite used to my privacy. Serving one master who had a set routine wasn’t the difficult part; it was knowing that at any time I would be bred, and worrying about what would happen when he died.” She frowned and then added, “Many of the other slaves had it a lot worse, though.”
“Try not to think of the village anymore, little human. The troubles you had there are no more. And if you say the word, Wolfe and I will go make your master, and anyone else, pay for how you were treated.”
Her eyes widened in alarm. “No! You mustn’t. I mean, please don’t. I would rather you stay here.” She grabbed ahold of Wolfe’s arm and pulled him closer, while nestling her face against Jaxon’s chest.
Wolfe slipped a hand between her thighs and drew his fingers through her moisture, and Jaxon prompted her to spread her legs wider.
“Do you want to come now, little human?”
“Oh, yes, Masters. Please.”
“Wolfe’s going to stroke you to a release, and then once you’re sufficiently recovered, you will take both our cocks, Ava. We’re claiming you today.”
* * *
Ava writhed in Jaxon’s arms and kept her legs spread as Wolfe rubbed the most sensitive part of her cunny. She moaned and lifted her center to meet Wolfe’s touch, the heat gathering and pulsing harder.
Her vision became blurred when Jaxon groped her breasts and pinched her nipples, and each tug on her stiffened peaks sent a zing of sensation straight to her womanhood. There were hands all over her, caressing and squeezing and stroking. She closed her eyes and let the sensual euphoria wash over her, her breaths coming faster. She was so close to coming apart and riding the waves of ecstasy, and she jerked her hips in tune with Wolfe’s rubbing, until the friction became too much and she was propelled upward to the clouds.
“Good girl,” Jaxon murmured into her ear, his lips trailing over her flesh.
She gasped for air, feeling lightheaded as the last pulsing remnants of her release faded. Caressing hands were still touching her all over, and she collapsed further in Jaxon’s arms, completely drained of all energy.
When she managed to open her eyes, both of her soon-to-be mates were staring at her, their expressions intense and loving. She silently thanked the Goddess for whatever magic it was that had drawn them to her. She peered from brother to brother as she continued catching her breath. She was so tired from her punishment and then the wondrous pleasure they’d given her that she felt as if she’d just finished running to the top of a mountain.
Resting her cheek against Jaxon’s chest, she closed her eyes once more and reveled in this blissful moment. She hoped she recovered her strength soon, because they were planning on claiming her today. Her heart raced and her spirits soared at the thought. A family. She would finally be part of a family.
“Come, little slave, and we’ll see you fed. You must be famished after your… ordeal.”
Her stomach chose that instant to rumble. She supposed she would feel better and more awake after she ate and drank something. “Yes, Master,” she said, rising to her feet with Jaxon’s help.
Wolfe opened a drawer and pulled out a shirt of Jaxon’s. He tossed her the garment and she quickly donned it, thankful she wouldn’t have to walk downstairs in the nude. What if his parents stopped by unexpectedly, or anyone else? Her face flamed, because if the brothers were to order her to walk around the house naked, she would have no choice but to obey. Her cunny spasmed. Unless she wanted a spanking.
She followed the twins downstairs and sat at the table while they cooked. She watched in wonder. She’d never sat at a kitchen table while others cooked for her. In the village, she’d taken the one meal she was usually permitted in her bedroom, all alone, since her previous master had expressly forbidden her from eating at the kitchen table.
“Are you sure I can’t help?”
“Stay right there, little human. You’ll be cooking for us soon, but for now, let us take care of you. Wolfe and I haven’t died from each other’s cooking yet.”
“Speak for yourself. I think the reason Mother is always dropping off food for us is because she fears you’ll poison us both,” Wolfe said with a laugh.
Ava smiled and took a sip of the hot tea Jaxon had just served her. It was sweetened with the perfect amount of honey, which he said his fathers cultivated from the beehives they maintained on the edge of their homestead.
Wolfe set a plate of ham and fried potatoes in front of her, and Jaxon offered her a hearty serving of a baked apple dish on the side. The food smelled delectable, and once they took their seats with their own plates, they enjoyed a pleasant meal together. The whole time, she found herself blinking back tears.
They laughed. They shared random stories. They even talked about the weather. And it was perfect. So perfect. She’d never sat around a table, conversing and having a wonderful time, while sharing a meal with family or friends before. Sometimes when she passed other houses in the village around dinnertime, she had sneaked a peek in the windows of homes that had large families and closed her eyes to pretend just for a moment, that she was seated at one of those tables too.
