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“Your body is lush and soft,” Jon muttered.

“Perfect for fucking.” As if to prove his claim, he slipped his hand between her thighs and pushed several fingers into her wet pussy.

“Isaac obviously enjoyed himself.” He fucked into her a few times then slid his slick fingers up to her clit and rubbed the neglected nub.

“Would you like to come, naughty mate? Have you earned an orgasm?”

“Yes, please,” she cried. “I’ll do anything you ask, Master.”

A wicked chuckle rumbled through Jon’s chest. “That offer is unwise given the mood I’m in.

” He pinched her clit, increasing the pressure slowly until she cried out.

He moved his hand away and motioned to the bed.

“Turn around and bend over. Keep your legs straight and brace on your forearms. I want access to those lovely tits.”

As Tara turned around, she found herself staring into her own reflection.

Someone had transformed the opposite wall into a massive mirror.

She was naked, her hair tousled. Her eyes were wide and luminous, lips swollen, cheeks deeply flushed.

Faint slap marks marred the skin on her breasts and her nipples were tightly beaded and berry red. She barely recognized herself.

“Bend over,” Jon urged, “and spread those legs.”

Tara licked her lips and bent from the waist. She rested her forearms on the bed, which left her breasts accessible. Moving her legs apart, she cringed as a rivulet of cum trickled down her inner thigh. They’d already punished her mouth and her pussy. Now it was time to punish her ass.

“Your skin is so smooth and perfect.” Jon stroked her bottom as he spoke, his gaze fixed on his target. “It simply begs to be marked.”

She tensed. He’d already spanked her. Why was he doing this again? Fucking her ass was supposed to be the punishment. She stared at him in the mirror, willing him to look at her face.

Jon finally lifted his gaze and met hers. “Your entire body just tensed. What’s the matter, mate?”

“You already spanked me, Master.”

“I thought you wanted to come.” His lips twisted into a sardonic smirk. “You said you’d do anything.”

Dread washed over her and she closed her eyes. “I do want to come. Very much. What do you want me to do?”

“Why, beg me, of course. Say, ‘Master, please spank my pussy until I come.’”

“My p-pussy? You want to spank my pussy until I come?”

“Yes,” he said firmly. “If you want an orgasm before we begin, that’s the only way you’ll get it.”

Something dark and carnal stirred inside her. A couple of nights ago, she’d gotten so turned on while they spanked her bottom that she had an orgasm. Could she really come while Jon slapped her pussy? “Please, Master…” Uncertainty overshadowed her curiosity and the rest of her words trailed away.

“Please, Master, what? Finish the sentence, Tara. You started this.”

She nervously licked her lips again and braced emotionally for what she was about to endure. “Please spank my pussy until I come.”

“Gladly.” He started with her bottom, warming her cheeks with firm spanks until the flesh began to burn.

Then he slapped her inner thighs, urging her legs even farther apart.

“So wet and ready for a cock.” He brought his hand up between her legs and slapped her well-fucked pussy.

“Very soon, we won’t need to take turns.

You’ll take all three of us at the same time.

” He spanked her again, a little harder this time.

Tara cried out as her imagination happily produced the scene.

She straddled Isaac’s lap bouncing up and down on his cock.

Jon stood behind them, moving in and out of her ass.

Kyle held her face and aggressively fucked her mouth.

Another stinging slap drew her back into the present, but the explicit image fueled the harsh hunger his cruel spanking had ignited.

“Come for me, mate. Come hard for your master.”

His next spank was centered over her clit and Tara screamed. A harsh, nearly painful orgasm tore through her body. Her inner muscles clenched and her toes curled as wave upon wave of sensation pulsed through her. She panted and shook. Jon rubbed her clit, prolonging her pleasure.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now spread those cheeks. Offer me your virgin asshole.”

Drunk on endorphins and ready for her punishment to be over, Tara reached back and parted her bottom cheeks. They’d entered her with their fingers and used butt plugs, so her body should be ready for this final step. Even so, uncertainty made her arms shake and her belly flutter.

The lube felt cool and slick as it rolled down over her pucker. Jon pushed some of the gel inside her then liberally coated his cock. He tossed the bottle aside and moved behind her. She couldn’t see his cock in the mirror, but it felt warm and imposing as he rubbed the tip against her opening.

“Look at me, mate.”

Tara met his gaze in the mirror and sucked in a breath. His dark eyes glowed with heat and hunger.

“Who does your ass belong to?” Jon prompted.

“My mates.”

“And who am I?” he persisted. His expression was unrelenting.

“You’re my master, my mate.”

“Then beg me for what we both want so badly.”

She took a deep breath and whispered, “Please, Master, fuck my ass. Push inside me and take what’s yours.”

His fingers dug into her hips as he drove the head of his cock inside her tightest passage. Her opening stretched, burning and pinching as she reluctantly accepted his girth. “Relax. Let your body open around me.”

She released her cheeks and clawed at the bedding, fighting off the need to clench. It felt incredibly intrusive, but the pain was starting to fade. He slid in a bit deeper, intensifying the fullness inside her.

“Good girl.” He rubbed her back, then reached beneath her and squeezed her breasts. “Now take some more.”

He advanced slowly, but made her take more this time. “Jesus,” she hissed. “Are you almost in?”

He chuckled. “That’s about half.”

She shook her head, starting to doubt herself again. “You’re too big. I can’t take it all.”

His hands moved back to her hips, and he thrust deep with one sustained stroke. She cried out as the fullness became overwhelming and the sting reignited. “The easiest way to combat fear is head on. My entire cock is inside you. Now relax and let your body adjust.”

She looked into the mirror, hoping to distract herself from the sensation, but the scene was so graphic that she whimpered.

Her breasts hung down and her hair was wild about her face.

Jon stood behind her, fully dressed, of course.

Isaac and Kyle stood to each side of Jon, clearly watching as her body submitted to this final domination.

Jon’s hand slid down from her hip and skimmed across her belly.

He found her clit with his long middle finger and began to stroke her in lazy circles.

Slowly he drew his hips back, dragging his cock nearly out of her bottom.

She groaned, then shivered as sensations spiraled from her ass to her clit.

“Oh, God, that’s…” She couldn’t finish the thought. Too many adjectives fit. It felt good yet bad. It felt arousing yet humiliating. She wanted him to stop, and yet she wanted him to fuck her faster, to claim her more deeply while she came over and over around his thrusting cock.

“Like that?” A hint of mockery hardened his tone.

She ignored it and admitted, “It hurts, but it feels good.”

He pushed all the way in, then drew all the way out. She gasped and looked over her shoulder, but he thrust back in before she could ask if he’d decided not to finish inside her bottom. His finger pressed harder on her clit. “Come around my cock.” He thrust steadily as he continued to rub her.

Tara locked her knees and braced her arms. He was fucking her hard now, jarring her body with each forceful thrust. The sting finally faded, but she felt invaded and used.

She was so distracted by the unfamiliar sensations that she forgot about his order.

His hand pulled back and slapped her pussy, dragging a sharp cry from her throat.

“I said come.” Instead of rubbing her clit, he caught the sensitive nub between his fingers and carefully pulled on it. Over and over, he plucked the nub much as Isaac did with her nipples.

Her orgasm struck harsh and heavy, buckling her knees. The hard, rippling spasms of her pussy tightened her ass around his cock. He fucked into her faster, spreading her cheeks so he could reach deeper. She sprawled on the bed as the sensations washed over her, wave after scalding wave.

Jon moved his hand to her hips and pounded into her bottom.

Tara found herself lifting into each of his nearly violent thrusts.

There was no pain now, just inescapable dominance and unexpected pleasure.

Tingling aftershocks kept her relaxed and still.

Her mate was using her willing body, enjoying what was his.

She smiled into the bedding, glad that he couldn’t hear her thoughts.

It would make him even more arrogant than he was already.

“Come with me, mate. I want to hear your cries of pleasure while I fill you with my seed.”

He wasn’t stroking her clit anymore, but it didn’t seem to matter.

Tension gathered inside her, a tingling ball of sensation just waiting to break free.

Each thrust of his hips and the steady slide of his big cock compressed the ball tighter and tighter.

She lifted her hips, giving him a better angle for his demanding thrusts.

He grunted and moaned, then shuddered against her. The hot spurting of his seed triggered her orgasm, and she cried out his name, “Master,” then “mate,” and finally, “Jon.”

Jon sagged against her, pressing her down into the bed without crushing her. “Did you just admit that I’m your mate?”

“Nothing I say during sex counts.” She hid her smile in the bedding.