Page 327 of Conquered

I do as instructed, my heart thudding and flutters filling my belly as I get into position, my bound hands on his chiselled abs.

“I’m liking the view, Pretty Girl,” Loki compliments huskily, his hands coming up to frame my hips and his hips flexing slightly so that his hard length rubs against my folds, and we both groan at the zing of pleasure.

“Dick inside our girl, Loki,” is Jax’s next command, and my eyes widen as a smile tugs my lips upwards. This isn’t seeming like a punishment so far.

“Yes, boss,” Loki answers, lifting my hips up and then using one hand to line his head up with my already slick entrance.

The song switches toCall Out My Nameby The Weekend just as Loki thrusts forward, seating himself to the hilt in one sharp move.

“Loki!” I cry out, the slight pain of his sudden invasion quickly overtaken by the pleasurable fullness of having him inside me.

Before Loki can move, Jax gives a tug on my binds and my arms jerk forward, Loki’s grip moves up my body quickly so that I don’t faceplant into his chest. My head snaps up to glare at Jax, but he just looks at me with a hard, unreadable expression on his handsome face as he keeps pulling, forcing me forward until I’m lying chest to chest with Loki, my breasts and round stomach pressed against him. Seemingly satisfied with the awkward way my arms are pulled above my head, I watch as he ties the ends of the red fabric to the headboard, effectively immobilising me.

I have some movement, my pregnant stomach preventing me from being squashed up against Loki completely, but it’s minimal, and I can’t help pulling against my bindings, testing them out. The bed dips behind me, and I arch my back when a large, warm palm caresses my arse lovingly.

“For forty-five minutes we believed that you were dead,” Jax tells me in his rough voice, still stroking my backside. “But I’m feeling generous, so Ash, Kai, and I will each give you ten spanks.” I gasp as his words register and feel the vibration as Loki huffs out a dark laugh beneath me. “And you’re going to count them.”

“And what about Loki?” I question, raising my head enough to look at the flamed-haired man beneath me. He gives me a devilish smile, his hands caressing my sides, coming around to cup my breasts and brushing his thumbs over my nipples, making my eyes roll.

“Oh, I’m here to make sure that it feels good, baby,” he answers, punching his hips upwards and leaving me gasping. “I’m going to make you come again.” Thrust. “And again.” Thrust. “And again, until you beg me to stop,” he informs me,leaning up to nibble at my lower lip. “And then I’m going to make you come some more.”

My whole body shudders, goosebumps pebbling my skin as my nipples go rock fucking hard.Death by orgasms is a fine way to go. I open my mouth to say something along those lines when a sharp crack lands on my left arsecheek, making me yelp and Loki groan as my inner walls clench around him.

“One,” Jax says, voice hard and unforgiving.

“O–one,” I repeat, arching my back when Loki nibbles and sucks at my neck, his fingers rolling my peaked nipples and sending shocks of electricity across my body.

Crack.

“Two,” I breathe out, moaning when Loki bucks his hips upwards, sinking deeper inside me.

Crack.

“T–three.”

“Shit, she clenches around my dick like a fucking vise when you do that, brother,” Loki grits out, one hand leaving my nipple to snake between us and find the engorged bundle of nerves between my legs.

Another hit lands at the exact moment that his fingers press down on it, and an orgasm rips through me with such force that I cry and buck, my nails digging into my palms as sparks shoot across my vision.

“What number was that, Baby Girl?” Jax asks, his voice strained and breathless.

“Uh…Four,” I stutter out, my climax still zinging through me.

Crack.

“Fuck! F–five,” I snarl, the mixture of pleasure that Loki's fingers, mouth, and dick are giving me mixing with the sharp stinging heat that’s covering my arse.

My head rests on Loki’s chest as smack after smack lands across my lower cheeks, my mouth counting the hits even as my brain becomes a fog of pleasure and pain.

Dimly, I register the bed dipping as Jax must get off and someone else gets on, and I open my bleary eyes to see Jax crouch at the side of the bed, his long arm reaching over and his blue eyes soft.

“Such a good fucking girl, baby,” he croons, his hand stroking sweat-slicked hair from my face. “You did so well, Baby Girl.”

Crack.

“E–eleven,” I croak, twitching when a hand rubs the sore spot.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Kai’s melodic voice soothes from behind me, telling me that he’s taken over my punishment. “Loki, our girl deserves another orgasm, don't you think so, Pet?”