Page 13 of Claiming Their Slave
“No, Master. I have touched myself on occasion, but I’ve never experiencedthatbefore.”
He moved to caress her sore bottom and gave each of her cheeks a squeeze. “I own you now, Ava, every part of you, including your tight little cunny. You are not to touch yourself there without permission, do you understand?”
“But why, Master?”
He squeezed her left cheek again, harder. “Your pleasure belongs to your master. Not to you. If I catch you touching yourself without permission, I will force your legs apart and spank the tender folds of your cunny.”
Oh, goodness. She swallowed hard and hoped she could resist the temptation. Now that she knew what pleasures were possible, she wanted to try it again herself, as she lay in bed restless at night.
“I will try to obey this rule, Master.”
“Good girl.” He urged her off his lap and guided her to rest on her knees between his spread legs. Tipping her chin up with one hand, he placed his fingers that were still wet with her excitement to her lips. “Clean your honey off my hand, Ava, and do a thorough job of it.”
She nodded and parted her lips, eager to please her master.
* * *
“That’s it. Such a good girl you are, Ava.” He watched in erotic fascination as she cleaned all the traces of her arousal from his fingers, obediently licking his digits all over. Once she finished, she sat back on her heels and peered up at him, her face flushed a beautiful shade of pink that wasn’t quite as bright as her punished bottom. Her hair was spread out in disarray over her shoulders, and he thought her the prettiest, sweetest creature he’d ever laid eyes on.
He was about to help her stand up, when her gaze lowered to the bulge in his trousers. With tentative movements, she reached for his cock and squeezed it through his pants. He sucked in a quick breath and repressed a groan. She would be his undoing, this little human slave he’d bought.
“What are you doing?”
“You also seem to be in distress, Master. Can I, um, help you?”
He shouldn’t accept her offer. He should order her to get dressed, and then he should pack up the camp. Precious daylight was burning, and she was still very much an innocent. Though many pairs of Banded brothers claimed their mate separately before they ever shared her between them, he and Wolfe had decided long ago, before the horrors of the war, that they would claim their female at once during the first time. But a human was different. The cute pucker of her asshole had appeared tiny when he’d glimpsed it while she’d been over his knee, and he doubted she would be able to accept the hugeness of one of their cocks into this untouched entrance of hers easily. Definitely not without proper training.
He shot to his feet and reached for his sword belt, then cursed himself for the sorrow that crossed her features at his rejection. He finished fastening the belt in place and gestured at her dress. “Put that back on and then roll up the sleeping mat. We’d best be on our way soon.”
“Of course, Master. Forgive me,” she said, the last two words coming out as a whisper.
Once he had everything inside the tent packed, he ordered Ava to stand outside while he disassembled the structure. Every few moments, he glanced at her to make sure she was still standing in place.
“No rubbing,” he said sternly, when he noticed her hands moving over her bottom. “If I catch you rubbing again, you’ll go right back over my knee, little human.”
* * *
It was daylight, and Wolfe ought to be sleeping now, but an unusual dream had awoken him hours ago, and now he found it difficult to return to his slumber. He sat up against the pillows and pondered the strange dream.
He’d seen a vision of a beautiful girl, but given her tiny size, he doubted she was a Banded female. A little blonde human, then, with long wavy locks and a stubborn gleam in her pretty blue eyes that he’d been drawn to in his dream. He couldn’t shake the image of her from his mind, or the sound of someone whispering her name over and over again.
Ava. Ava. Ava.
Was this some sort of sign from the Goddess? A sign Wolfe and his twin were supposed to claim a human as a mate, rather than one of the Banded females who would soon migrate down the mountain?
He ran a hand through his hair and got out of bed, then walked to the window and pushed back the curtains. Sunlight caressed his face as he gazed across the landscape. In the distance, he could see his parents’ house atop a small hill. Banded homesteads were usually more spread out, but he and Jaxon had wanted to remain close to their parents, especially given that many of their other family members had perished in the war. Like their younger set of brothers, Matheus and Fredrick, who’d been nearly too young to fight in the war, but had stubbornly insisted on joining. He drew the curtains back in place and strode to his bed, pushing away thoughts of his lost brothers and the war.
He climbed under the covers and tried to return to sleep, but his dream still haunted him. Jaxon was due home in just a few days. Perhaps his twin had also been visited with a vision of a pretty young human girl. Wolfe refused to believe the dream was random. He’d never dreamed of a human before. In fact, he’d never seen a human once in his life. But he’d heard they were similar in appearance to the Banded folk, but much smaller and weaker.
Though the Banded brothers Gavin and Trent, who lived in a nearby castle, had claimed a human as a mate, both Jaxon and Wolfe had yet to lay eyes on the girl. But the members of this spread out settlement that had seen the girl, named Amelia, said she was quite petite in comparison to Banded females. Like the girl called Ava from Wolfe’s mysterious dream.
He fell back asleep for a while and the gorgeous blonde appeared again, this time standing naked in his bedroom. Her head was lowered and she was cupping her bottom, as if she’d just been soundly spanked. She appeared repentant when she finally met his eyes, and her lower lip quivered. He approached her and took her in his arms, holding her tight while she buried her face against his chest.
Goddess, she felt perfect in his arms. He stroked her hair and held her for what felt like forever, before he eventually guided her to the bed.
“I’m sorry I displeased you, Master,” she said, her eyes glimmering with tears.
Master?
