Page 22 of Claiming Their Slave
She glanced from him to Wolfe. “I understand, Master. Are you both going to have me now? To finally claim me?” To Jaxon’s surprise, there was a flicker of hopefulness in her eyes, even though she trembled slightly in his arms. Wolfe noticed her reaction too, and he stepped forward and brushed a hand through her hair, giving her a concerned look.
“Little slave,” Wolfe said, “you must accept a larger plug than the one you currently have seated in your bottom hole before you’ll be able to take the fullness of my cock. Why are you in such a hurry for us to claim you? Did I not give you enough pleasure last night? You cried out in ecstasy at least a half a dozen times.”
Her eyes bulged and she lowered her head, clearly growing increasingly worried. Jaxon exchanged a look with his brother. They had to get her to talk, but first they needed to remove the plug. He rose with her in his arms and placed her on her feet beside the bed.
“Bend over and pull your behind cheeks apart, Ava. We’re going to remove the plug, and then you’re going to tell us what’s troubling you.”
* * *
Ava stood at the foot of the bed, peering from brother to brother. It was one thing to allow Wolfe to insert the plug in her bottom hole, when it was night and the room was dim, but having both twins stare at her expectantly in the bright morning light while waiting for her to bend over and spread her ass apart was too much. Her hands trembled at her sides and she backed up in the direction of the wall.
“I can remove the plug myself, Masters.” She held her chin high, even though inside she was quaking with nerves. She most certainly didn’t want them removing the plug, and she definitely didn’t want them prying into her private thoughts. She didn’t wish to admit that her reason for hoping they claim her together soon was because she feared they might change their minds.
Everything she’d ever wanted was so close she could nearly touch it. But until they actually claimed her, anything could happen to alter her present course. She couldn’t stop thinking about the time she’d been so certain Monrock was her salvation, only to be profoundly disappointed when he turned his back on her, refusing to defy his father and then eventually treating her as a common slave, as if all the years they spent together as children meant nothing. Tears burned in her eyes, and she shuddered and glanced down, hoping neither brother noticed her level of upset.
“Ava, come here.” Jaxon crooked a finger at her as he waited by the foot of the bed. Wolfe stood nearby, apparently ready to assist in the extraction of the plug.
She covered her bottom and stared at them. Heated waves of shame coursed through her, and she kept backing up, trying to put as much space between her and the brothers as possible. She gulped and tried to feel for the base of the plug. If she pulled it out before they could get to her, it would lessen her embarrassment and she wouldn’t be forced to bend over and pull her behind cheeks apart.
“Ava, you’ve been given an order,” Wolfe said, his gaze darkening. “If we must ask again, you’ll be receiving a spanking before the plug comes out. Is that what you want, little slave? A spanking?”
The mention of punishment, while both brothers were staring at her sternly, made the sensitive nubbin of her sex pulse with need.Oh, no. No no no. Now was not the time to become aroused. She pressed her thighs together and continued attempting to pull the plug from her ass, but it wouldn’t budge. Panic swept through her.
“I wish to be alone for a while,” she said, forcing a boldness she didn’t quite feel into her voice. “Leave at once. Get out!” She nodded at the door, praying they respected her wishes, even though this wasn’t her bedroom.
Jaxon strode to the chair he’d left his sword belt lying across. He picked it up and removed the scabbards, then gave her a pointed look. “Do you not recall what I said would happen the next time you earned a punishment, Ava? I said you’d feel the sting of my sword belt, did I not?”
Her stomach flipped, even as more pulses of heat inundated her center. Her nipples hardened to painful peaks and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She looked to Wolfe for help, but his expression was just as resolute as his brother’s.
“Masters,” she said, trying to sound imploring but unable to hide the mounting fury in her tone. “I can remove the plug myself. I don’t need your help. Now leave me at once. I said leave!” She placed her hands on her hips, but immediately regretted her act of defiance. Both brothers started approaching her, backing her against the wall with nowhere to escape. The whole while, her cunny wouldn’t stop aching and the sense of vulnerability sweeping through her only deepened.
Wolfe seized her first. He spun her around partway, angled her forward, and delivered five sharp swats to her behind. She danced in place, trying to avoid each smack, but he never failed to hit his target.
When she glanced up from her humiliating position, Jaxon was standing in front of her, folding his sword belt in half. He met her eyes and smacked the leather against his palm. A quiver shot through her. Oh, Goddess. He was going to whip her. She’d hoped his threats in the forest had been just that—threats. She blinked back tears and berated herself from testing the brothers. If only she’d bent over the bed like they’d asked, this would all be over, the plug already removed from her ass.
Wolfe guided her into a standing position and marched her to the bed. Her heart pounded. She didn’t struggle, but she wasn’t exactly a willing participant either. She took grudgingly slow steps as he pulled her with him.
“I’m sorry, Masters,” she blurted, shocked by how furious she’d sounded moments ago. What had gotten into her? She peered over her shoulder at Jaxon, but he was still holding his belt, and his jaw was set in a firm line. A chill went down her spine, even as the throbbing in her center persisted.
“You would do well to obey us in the future, little slave,” Wolfe said, though his tone was more encouraging than stern. When he called herlittle slave, it sounded like an endearment, and she found she rather liked it. She was Wolfe’s little slave and Jaxon’s little human. At least, she would be, once they finally claimed her.
Before she took her next breath, she was bent over the bed with her legs spread apart. Wolfe sat on the bed, holding her down, while Jaxon spread her thighs wider and wider. She felt exposed and exceedingly vulnerable, but no matter how much she wriggled around, they wouldn’t let her up. Finally, she gave up her struggles and rested her head on the bedcovers, burying her face and trying to hide her shame.
“Settle down, little human.” Jaxon’s deep, firm voice made her cunny clench tight.
She peeked out from the covers when she felt him moving behind her. He placed the belt on the bed, in her view, and moved to cup her bottom. He squeezed her left cheek, then the right one, reinvigorating the quick spanking Wolfe had given her. As he grasped her bottom, he pulled her cheeks apart, allowing the cool air in the room to caress her privates and make her ever aware of her defenseless position.
She was completely at the mercy of both brothers, and her pulse quickened at the realization that Jaxon was going to whip her while Wolfe watched and held her down. She flushed all over and waited for her shameful punishment to begin. The fullness of the plug in her bottom hole grounded her in reality, making it impossible to think of anything else and reinforcing her feelings of embarrassment and helplessness.
“Ava,” Jaxon said in a no-nonsense tone. “When we give you an order, we expect you to obey. If you had complied and bent over the bed, the plug would already be out. Why did you fight us?”
She shuddered. “I-I don’t know.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!He struck her bottom several times in quick succession. She rose up on her tiptoes, but otherwise couldn’t move to dodge the falling slaps. Finally, he paused and rubbed her sore behind, but while the caresses soothed the sting, she knew he could start spanking her again at any moment. Or reach for his sword belt. Her heart fluttered with nerves and she struggled for air, her chest heaving under her increasing breathlessness.
“Tell me why you fought us, Ava, and why you are in such a hurry to be claimed by us.” His hand left her bottom, as if he was preparing to strike again. The threat prompted her surrender.
“Wait! I’ll tell you!” she gasped and lifted her head. “Please, please, no more spanking.”
