“You can’t be serious?”
“A spanking it is.”
My mouth fell open and Tor arched a brow. “You can go now, with just a spanking on your bare bottom, Leah, or you can argue and I’ll strike your thighs, and deny you release.”
The trainer nodded in approval at my shocked expression, but I knew Tor meant every word. I shook like a leaf, blushing a bright pink as the trainer watched me with intense interest, inspecting every inch of skin as I loosened the dress and let it slide down over my bare breasts and hips to pool on the floor at my feet. Once naked, I met Tor’s gaze with as much courage as I could manage and walked over to the bench.
“Good girl, Leah,” Tor murmured, and as much as I wanted to be angry at this entire situation, his praise spread through me, making my heart melt and my pussy wet. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted to please him.
“She will be an excellent submissive with a little training. You’re a lucky man.” I heard the trainer behind me and I glanced at him from beneath my lashes, knowing he could see everything, that he would watch everything Tor did to me. That did not make me happy. I did not like the way his gaze darkened with interest as he inspected my breasts, or the way his gaze lowered to linger on the wetness between my legs.
He did not matter. He had not earned the right to look at me. I did not care about pleasing him. He was nothing to me.
With my rising ire, my pussy tightened and I felt my desire fading. I was not this old man’s plaything. I did not belong to him.
“Eyes on me, Leah,” Tor scolded and I tore my gaze from the elderly trainer to look at my mate. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked at me, not trying to hide the way my body pleased him. “No one else is here. Do you understand? You will listen only to my voice. You will feel nothing but my touch. This will please me. You are beautiful, and I want him to see you ache for me. I want him to watch you come for me and envy me such a beautiful mate.” He stepped close and lifted my face with one hand, pulled me to his hard body with his other hand on my ass. “I want him hard for you. I want him desperate, knowing you’re mine, knowing he can never touch what’s mine. Taunt him with your beauty, Leah.”
Oh, yes. I could do this, make my mate a god in the old man’s eyes. On one condition. “You won’t let him touch me? I don’t want anyone else to touch me. Only you.” My heart was in my eyes and I knew it, but I didn’t care. My mates could hold me, touch me, own me. But no one else. I didn’t trust anyone else, didn’t want anyone else.
“Trust me. I don’t share.” Reassured by his words, I gave him a small nod and I allowed him to lead me to the bench, the front of my thighs and lower hips pressed forward. Tor’s firm hand on my back pushed me down onto the padded table before me and I went willingly, my pussy already wet as I replayed what I’d just witnessed on the table next to us. The woman’s who’d screamed her release was now wrapped up in a soft blanket of some sort and curled up resting and happy against her mate’s massive chest as he carried her out of the hut, leaving Tor and me alone with the trainer.
“Will your mate need restraints?” the trainer asked.
I looked at the wall in front of me. It was covered in hooks, from which varying sizes and shapes of plugs hung down. I gulped, wondering which one Tor would pick.
Tor went to the wall and selected a small plug, something similar in size to one of his fingers, then a much larger one. Wow, that one was big, with bumps and some sort of control switch… did it vibrate?
“Leah will be a good girl and take this plug,” he showed the small one to the trainer, “without a struggle, or I will restrain her and work this one inside her.” He lifted the monster plug.
The warning was real and it was my choice.
“Here is your jar of ointment. You have enough in your hut?”
“Yes, thank you.” Tor placed it on a small table where I could see it and I watched as he coated the small plug in the slick substance. After, he dipped two fingers into the jar and moved around behind me.
“Breathe, Leah.”
The cold slide of Tor’s fingers over my bottom hole had me squeak in surprise, but I didn’t move from position.
“You can never use enough ointment,” the trainer commented.
My cheeks flushed as the trainer continued his commentary as Tor worked my back entrance, slowly stretching me to allow his finger to slide in. I panted past the burn of it and began to push back against the single digit as the sensation of being filled with the very tip of him made me instantly aroused. Just as I began to truly enjoy the fullness, the slight invasion, he slipped free.