Page 35 of Ravaged (Vakarran Captives 4)

He took my chin and pressed his lips to mine. Softly, sweetly, and all consuming.

“Do you know how scared we all were? Seeing you up there on that stage? Our woman, in danger of being hurt by the enemy,” he said quietly, and I blinked rapidly, trying to force the tears that threatened to fall far away.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

“Do you trust me, little dove?” he asked.

I did too. I trusted him completely. I trusted all of them.

“Do you still need to be punished?” Taraik asked, his copper irises studying mine, as if he could see deep into my soul. I fidgeted, feeling the effects of his words on my body and my skin tingled with desire. My pussy clenched, and I could feel the moistness of my arousal trickling down my folds. My lips parted, and I took a shaky breath.

“Yes. I need to be punished, sir,” I murmured.

And I needed it all. I needed to feel all four of my Vakarrans’ hands on me. I needed to feel the harshness of their touch, needed to feel their cocks deep in between my legs. I needed to be reminded of their power over me. I needed to know I was safe again. With them. Forever.

I wanted it all.

I stared at my hands, unsure, but Taraik took them within his grasp.

“It’s time you felt our belts, little dove. Come now. Climb up on the bed and lift your dress for us,” he commanded.

I obeyed. In that moment, he knew what I needed more than I did, and I trusted him in that. Slowly, he helped me climb over a small mound of pillows, meant to lift my hips up for punishment.

Slowly, I reached down and lifted the hem of my dress, creeping the fabric higher and higher until at last, my ass was bare to my captors.

Instead of immediate punishment, the four of them touched my skin gently, squeezing and pinching at my flesh, enough to make my core begin to throb with desire, rather than fear. My pussy pulsed, anticipating the events that were about to occur.

“Spread your legs, little dove,” Taraik demanded and I did as he asked, knowing that the four of them would see just how wet I was becoming, just how much of my arousal was beginning to drip down my thigh.

“I…” I attempted to explain, but Roan quickly shushed me.

“Spread your cheeks and lift your hips. Give us a better look at that pretty wet cunt,” Roan demanded. I moaned in response.

“Please,” I begged.

“Now,” Roan said firmly. I knew better than to disobey then.

With a cry, I reached back and gripped the cheeks of my ass, spreading myself for my men so they could see the entirety of my pussy and the shameful pucker of my asshole. Not a single inch of my body was safe from their perusal, and now that was more than blatantly clear. I whimpered as they stared, knowing that they could see just how turned on I was.

Instead of saying a single word, the four of them dragged their fingers along my wetness. I cried out in shame, knowing that they’d discovered my humiliating reaction.

“You want the belt, I think,” Roan said, and I shook my head in denial.

“Liar,” Taraik replied and I knew he could sense it. He was right. No matter how hard I tried to deny it, I’d been curious for a good long while to experience what a real punishment at their hands would be like and now that it had come to fruition, I was insanely nervous to receive it.

Then, I heard the sound of someone shuffling through the drawer by the bed and I stiffened, still holding the cheeks of my ass wide apart because I hadn’t been told to stop.

“Xandaar, why don’t you put the plug in her ass, before we punish her,” Roan suggested, and I shuddered at the implication of his words.

In no time at all, a slippery cool liquid was spread over my asshole and one of them pressed a thick finger into my tight rim, spreading the lubricant in and around my channel. I moaned with mortification, but none of them paid me any mind. I wasn’t in control anymore. They were.

I knew I’d earned this, but still, I was incredibly nervous about not knowing what was to come. I imagined the lash of their belts would hurt, but my pussy only throbbed in anticipation. There was something about being hurt by my Vakarrans that turned me on. There was no doubt about that.

Time and time again, when I’d been forced over their knees, my ass bared and punished, inevitably, my pussy moistened, and I begged to fuck them afterward, no matter if my discipline made me cry or moan in arousal.

I was a fucking mess. I didn’t understand my reactions at all.

My body betrayed my mind at every turn.

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