Training Their Mate(37)

“Bend her over.”

Trax moved to the side and pressed on the back of her head forcing her to place her hands on her knees. From her vantage point, she saw Dante move behind her and spread her legs apart. He dragged a finger down her butt crack forcing her to clench her ass.

“Bro, this isn’t going to work. She’s not even pink.”

“I swear she was. I must not have given her all that she wanted.”

They were acting like she wasn’t there. Trax moved to her head and held her shoulders. His cock was right under her mouth. The temptation got the best of her and she drew him into her mouth.

“Slave, I did not give you permission to suck on me. Dante punish her.”

She noted he did nothing to stop her from continuing to give him a blowjob. His comment had been a ploy to redden her ass. Dante’s first slap brought tears to her eyes. Her ass was already red from Trax’s spanking. They had to see how sensitive she was. With his cock in her mouth, her cry came out muffled.

“Another one,” Trax commanded.

The second strike had her heart jumping. She was about to lift up and use her safe word, but Dante rubbed out the hurt then kissed her cheeks. He unscrewed something and a pleasant citrusy scent wafted over to her. It wasn’t until Dante’s finger pressed against her butthole that she realized it was lube.

She lifted her head, but Trax pressed it down again. She decided to see if she could make him lose control and not worry about what Dante was going to do to her. He dragged something hard across her ass and between her cheeks.

“This is just a little tiny plug to get you used to having a real man in your ass.”

While tempted to clench, she sucked hard on Trax’s cock to stop from tensing. Tightening her stomach, she was able to lift both hands. With one hand, she fondled his balls and with the other she wrapped it around his cock. He hissed and she inwardly smiled.

Dante pressed a thumb against her anus and she jerked. He slipped his cock between her legs and rubbed it back and forth against her clit. She must have sucked too hard on Trax because he stepped out of her grasp.

“Enough. Dante, put in the plug. Now.”

“Yes, sir!” His chuckle followed.

How come he could joke with Trax, but when she tried it, he punished her by preventing her from climaxing?

Dante pressed the not-so-small plug against her ass and pushed inward. Yikes! The thing was bigger than a cock, or so it seemed. He twisted it right then left and hit all sorts of strange nerves. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just foreign to have something back there.

He pushed on the end so hard she nearly tripped forward. Dante patted her butt. “All set.”

Neither man said anything, but both turned her around so that her back was to Trax who lifted her shoulders. Dante stepped over to the table and picked up something silver. It was a Y-shaped chain with clips on the end. Her mind reeled.

“Hold her, Trax.”

Trax wrapped one arm around her waist and the other lightly across her neck. Her nerves shot to high alert. “What are you going to do?” She swallowed the burst of fear that squeezed her heart.

“Slave?” Trax’s voice came out low and gruff.

Shit. “Sorry, Master.”

Trax slightly released the pressure on her stomach. “This will only hurt at first. Then the joy will make your pussy cream so hard, you will have to use all of your control not to come. You do know how to control your base urges, don’t you?”

No. “Yes, Master.”

“Dante, go ahead.”

He stepped in front and the moment he clipped a sharp clamp on her swollen nipple the pain ripped through her, down her body, and back up her spine. When he repeated the action on the other side, it took her control not to cry out. Then, her body embraced the pain and endorphins shot out from the tips and set her pussy on fire once more. She clenched her ass, and spikes of need radiated all down her rear. Almost every part of her body was ready to explode.

She thought that Trax would want her to suck on his cock, but he seemed happy holding her down. It was when he slipped his left hand from her throat to the end of the chain and tugged that she yelped.

Dante clamped down on Trax’s wrist. “Easy, bro. I want to suck on those tits. You already had your turn.”

His sincerity wasn’t as convincing as it could have been. Perhaps they were determining her pain level.

“Pick her up, bro.”

With his right hand, Trax lifted her up six inches and moved her closer to Dante who grabbed hold of her inner thighs.

“I’ve been dreaming of fucking you all day.”

She closed her eyes, ready for him to plunge his cock into her, but he didn’t. These men seemed driven to make her wait. He dropped to his knees and sucked on her pussy. Blasts of need slammed into her. The contractions rippling through her forced her to tighten her butt, but that only made her ache for more. The plug almost seemed to grow as Dante flicked his tongue all around her opening. It was when he nipped her clit that she bit her lip to keep from screaming his name. As he continued to lick her pussy, he reached up and tugged on the chain. Both nipples dragged down and she let out a whimper.