Dirk grabbed his cock. She glanced up and spotted his fangs. She touched his leg. “Sir? Your fangs.” Her voice came out a whisper.
“Shit.” He closed his mouth and looked away.
Clay moved to the other side of the room. When he returned, paper crinkled. She turned her head to see what he was doing, but Dirk’s palm stopped her.
His lips touched the top of her head. “Close your eyes. Let your imagination run wild.” He sounded more in control.
She liked the running wild part. It reminded her of her youth and playing outside every day in the summer where the birds sang and the ocean waves lapped the sand.
Something cold and hard pressed against her rear. It was no cock. Her body stiffened and Clay hissed. A hard smack slapped her ass, and she dropped to her haunches. Had Dirk not clasped her shoulders at that moment, she would have sat up. “Brown!”
Chapter Twelve
Both men were at Elena’s side at once. Clay hugged her and kissed her forehead. “Oh, sugar. Did that hurt too much?”
Confusion swamped her. “No, but you were angry, and I never want to disappoint you.”
Clay drew her to his chest. “You could never disappoint us. This is my fault for not explaining things to you more clearly.”
Dirk pulled her out of Clay’s grasp. “Come to Uncle Dirk. I’ll take care of you and keep you safe. That meanie only paddled you to make you relax your ass.”
He’d succeeded. “Can you guys warn me next time?”
“Sure, sweetheart. How do you feel now? Is your pussy throbbing?”
A tingling sensation pulsated between her thighs. “Yes.”
With a finger, Dirk lifted her chin. “We good?”
How could she have doubted these wonderful men? “Yes. If I clench again, I give both of you permission to spank me.” Their grins were the best present.
She assumed the position and moved closer to Dirk’s cock than before in the hopes he’d ask her to suck on it.
“Sugar, I’m going to put a small fake cock, called a plug, in your ass to stretch you out.”
She should be afraid but wasn’t. Concentrating, she relaxed her butt cheeks. He smeared more goo on her hole and placed this plug at her entrance.
Probably to distract her, Dirk pressed on the back of her head. “Suck on my cock.”
Finally. Leaning over opened her sphincter muscle and allowed the plug to pop past the tight ring. It pinched a little, but otherwise didn’t hurt.
“You’re doing good, sugar.” He rubbed her rear and twisted the plug to send it deeper. This wasn’t like a cock in her vagina, but maybe only a real cock could send her soaring.
Dirk’s fingers squeezed her head, and she lowered her lips to his dick. Because she was on her elbows, her fingers reached his hard sac. One squeeze was all it took for Dirk’s grip to tighten.
“Easy sweetheart. I want to love your pussy.”
Knowing she’d be making love with him, she kept her touch light. But when Clay twisted the plug and moved it deeper, stretching her rear channel wide, her lips pressed harder on Dirk’s cock. He jerked and grabbed her wrist.
“I won’t last.” His claws extended. Okay, so he was telling the truth. “Clay, get that fucking plug in. Hurry.”
When she smiled at the intensity of his need, the suction broke. With renewed focus, she dipped her head to take in more of him. Just as she developed a good rhythm of sucking on him and rubbing her fingers up and down, Clay pressed the plug in all the way. She thought her ass would explode. She stopped and lifted off Dirk’s cock but kept her hold tight.
Clay tapped the plug and electric bolts blasted her. “You doing okay, sugar?”
She needed a moment to form the words. In those few seconds, moisture formed between her thighs and a contraction made her stomach tighten. Arousal streaked through her. Oh, my. “Yes.”
“Good.”
Both Clay and Dirk placed their hands on her and turned her around. Now her rear was facing Dirk.
Clay rubbed her back. “Dirk is going to fuck your pussy while you suck my cock.” He untied her wrists. “I want you to have full access to him, but remember. Do not come until we tell you or you might not like the consequence.”
If she came, then she’d be satisfied, but they wouldn’t be. What could they do? The spanking had hurt initially, but she could see its potential. Neither man had moved, apparently expecting a response. “Okay.”
Clay waved his cock and her mouth watered. Wanting to please him, she cupped his sac and dragged her tongue up his pulsing length. His hands latched onto her shoulders and his fingers worked their way toward her neck. When her tongue reached the tip of his cock, she licked the pre-cum from the slit.