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She wiggled, but didn’t want to fall with her hands secured behind her back.

When they reached his room, he sat her down on the foot of the bed and unfastened one side of the restraints.

He urged her onto her back, drew her arms above her head, then refastened the magnetic cuff.

Jon handed Isaac a length of rope. Was that the same rope they’d used the first time they punished her?

No, this one had to be longer. She was farther down the bed.

Jon crammed a thick pillow under her hips as Isaac and Kyle pulled her legs apart. They tied her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed, leaving her entire body open and on display.

“Very nice.” Isaac ran his fingertips from her throat to her navel. “Did you like having Kyle’s cock shoved down your throat?” He traced her slit with his index finger. “This makes me think you did.” His finger came away wet with her slickness.

“I’m naked and at your mercy,” she whispered. “You know that turns me on.”

“I think it’s more than that.” He lightly slapped her pussy, his gaze fixed on her face. “I think you enjoy being humiliated.”

As if to prove his point, her nipples tightened, and her pussy fluttered.

He spanked her a little harder. And she restlessly shifted her hips.

Isaac parted her folds and bent to suck on her clit.

Tara cried out as pleasure rushed through her body. “I’m going to come. Please, please, may I come?”

He immediately stopped and swatted her slit. “Bad girls don’t get orgasms. Are you ready to be a good girl?”

“I’m already a good girl,” she argued. “It’s your leader who needs a beating!”

Without responding to her claim, Isaac unzipped his pants and drew out his cock. “Good thing you’re nice and wet because this is going to be rough .”

True to his word, Isaac slammed his entire length into her pussy and rode her fast and hard.

His pelvis pounded against hers, providing just enough stimulation to keep her on the edge of orgasm without tipping her over.

She tightened her inner muscles and rolled her hips, trying to find the angle that would finally let her come.

Isaac slapped one of her breasts and then the other. “Lie still. This is for my pleasure, not yours. Bad girls are taught hard lessons.”

The only lesson she was learning was that her mates were selfish assholes!

“I did nothing wrong,” she cried, and Isaac twisted her nipples so hard she saw stars.

The scream that followed was filled with exasperation rather than pain.

They would never convince her that defending her friends was wrong.

He drove deep then stopped. “Did you try to hit the pride leader?”

She glared up at him for a moment then asserted, “He deserved it.”

“Did you criticize him in front of his advisors as well as human females?”

“Everything I said was true,” she shot back. Having an in-depth conversation in the middle of sex was definitely different, but at least he was allowing her to defend herself.

“What gives you authority over Zion?” Isaac challenged. “Did you treat your supervisors at Nuevo that way?”

She paused, scrambling for a logical response. That was the first valid point they’d made. It wasn’t her place to correct the pride leader’s behavior. “Zion promised the women in the shelter that they would be safe, yet he failed to protect them. Who holds him accountable for his failures?”

“The Council of Guardians, his advisors,” Kyle told her as he moved closer to the bed.

The situation was so strange. She was tied to a bed, not only naked but impaled on a cock. How the hell was she supposed to focus enough to debate these issues?

“As with any society, there is a hierarchy here,” Isaac expounded.

He drew nearly out and drove in slowly as he continued his explanation.

“Females are the responsibility of their mates.” His long cock slid in and out before he spoke again.

“If you had a problem, you should have brought it to us.” Another stroke, faster this time.

“We would have reported it to Diego. He commands the Shadows, but he is also a guardian.”

Her senses came alive and reason scattered. She lifted into his next thrust, taking his cock even deeper into her wet and willing body.

Jon moved beside the bed, on the opposite side from Kyle. His expression was fierce, his voice stern. “Do you honestly think Zion doesn’t know he failed? Did you look at him while you were railing? He was devastated by his failure, truly devastated.”

Isaac grasped her hips and started fucking her hard again. “Instead of trusting us to address your concerns, you made us look like fools.” He accented the statement with a brutal thrust.

Tara gasped. Hovering on the brink of orgasm made her achy and restless. “I’m sorry,” she blurted.

“I think you’re starting to mean it, but we need to make sure it never happens again.”

His fingers dug into her hips as he rocked between her thighs.

Fast and hard, he pounded into her pussy, jarring her body with each forceful thrust. Her breasts bounced, drawing her tormentor’s attention.

He slapped one and then the other, making them wiggle and sway.

Isaac loved to play with her breasts. He loved to clamp the nipples and spank them until her flesh was bright red.

He held her waist with one hand and slapped her with the other.

Soon her breasts felt swollen, the skin tight and hot.

Tara felt used, taken, punished . She wanted to struggle, to shove his hurtful hand away and rub her clit until her body exploded with the long-delayed orgasm.

She clenched her fists and tightened her inner muscles, but the angle wasn’t right.

Denying her pleasure while they took theirs was the cruelest punishment of all.

“Please, Sir,” she whispered. “I really need to come.”

“I bet you do.” He sounded cold and uncaring, and he fucked into her even harder.

“Think about that next time you unleash your temper.” He slammed into her three more times, then his back arched and his features tensed.

She felt his seed pulsing deep inside her.

Cum was still dripping from his tip when he pulled out and brought his wet cock to her mouth.

“Lick me clean, naughty mate. You said you were sorry. Prove it.”

Tears blurred her vision as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth. Her breasts ached, nipples oversensitive. Her pussy felt bruised, her clit still pulsing. They were using her body, brutally taking what they wanted while they left her in desperate need. It was cruel—and effective.

Regret burned through her soul. Instead of trusting her mates, and trusting the guardians, she had thrown a fit like an undisciplined child.

She sucked and licked until Isaac’s cock began to harden again.

She’d never minded going down on her lovers, but their exotic taste and the instantaneous response of her body made the act even more exciting.

Her clit tingled and she moaned. Would they ever let her come?

Isaac pulled out of her mouth and righted his pants. “One more mate and one more lesson. But this one will be the hardest yet.”

Dreading what she’d see, Tara looked at Jon. His angular features appeared harsh and aggressive. His dark eyes burned into hers.

“My turn, bad girl.”

“I said I was sorry, and I meant it. I handled the situation badly.” Even as the words left her mouth, she knew they would do no good.

This night had been coming ever since she agreed to the courtship, and she always knew it would be Jon who took her bottom first. He’d made no secret about his desire to do so.

“Kyle and Isaac disciplined you for being disrespectful to Zion. This is for verbally attacking your mates and hitting your master when we had already shown you mercy.”

She licked her lips and averted her gaze. “How badly is this going to hurt?”

“It will hurt. There’s no avoiding that, but you control how much and for how long. If you relax and accept the punishment, the pain will fade much faster.”

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she forced herself to nod.

She’d screwed up and now she was paying the price for her flagrant misbehavior.

The magnetic restraints released and she lifted her hands from the cuffs.

She sat up and rubbed her wrists as Kyle and Isaac untied her legs.

They rubbed her ankles and feet for a moment while Jon retrieved the bottle of lube from the nightstand.

“Over here, mate,” Jon beckoned. “There will be no restraints this time. Your submission must be voluntary.”

Tara’s heart leapt and her belly tensed. He expected her to willingly accept this punishment, to offer her final untried opening to her cruelest mate. Jon wouldn’t be gentle. He wouldn’t ease in carefully. Fear paralyzed her for a moment and she shook her head. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“You can and you will. I gave you a command. Now obey me.”

Her pussy clenched hard and a helpless moan escaped her throat. That deep, rumbling tone never failed to arouse her. On trembling legs, Tara stood and walked around to the side of the bed.

“Lock your hands behind your head and spread your legs wide,” he directed.

After a moment of reluctance, Tara assumed the position he described.

This was even worse than being tied down to the bed.

She just stood there with her entire body open and accessible to him.

He squeezed her breasts and plucked her nipples.

She gasped and tensed, struggling to process the pleasure/pain.

Her nipples had been sensitized from all of Isaac’s twisting.