Trio of Mates
Chapter 35

F**k! I watch Brandon walk towards me, his ere.ction swaying as he walks. My mouth is dry in anticipation of what is going to happen. Brandon has to smell my ar0usal, which is running down my thighs. His eyes are fully azure, his canine teeth still elongated. His wolf is close to the surface, the threat arousing on it’s own.

Brandon places the toys on the bed. He grabs both of my ankles and roughly pulls me further down the bed. I can’t help the squeal that escapes my l!ps.

He grins wolfishly. “Don’t be frightened, Red.”

“But, sir. What big eyes you have.”

He chuckles as he restrains one ankle to the bedpost. “The better to watch you writhe in pleasure.”

“And what big teeth you have.”

“The better to eat your sweet pvssy with, Little Red.” He restrains my other ankle to the bedpost.

I l!ck my l!ps. “And what a big d!ck you have.”

Picking up the blindfold, Brandon walks to the head of the bed and leans in. He plucks one of my n!pples before nibbling on my collarbone. “The better to f**k you senseless.” I gasp as he captures my mouth with his right before he ties the blindfold around my eyes.

“What do you want?” he whispers along my neck.

“Your d!ck, sir.” I whisper.

“How?”

“In my mouth, sir.”

I feel him grin against my skin before he moves on the bed. He lifts my upper body, placing two pillows under me. He then straddles my che.st and I feel his tip at my l!ps. “Svck it down, Red.”

I open and he pushes himself inside of me. His precvm is salty and slick on his tip. I greedily clean it off before wrapping my l!ps around him and hollowing my cheeks.

“Good girl,” he gr0ans above me. “Just like that.”

My movements are restricted because of my cuffed arms, so I make up for it by swirling my tongue around his shaft. Brandon leans forward, grabbing the headboard and repositioning so that his h!ps are above me.

“You ready?”

I hum along his shaft. Gr0aning, he begins to move. At first, his pace is slow, giving me time to adjust. But he quickly replaces a faster pace, his length pumping in and out of my mouth.

Suddenly, he pauses and pushes further into my mouth, making me deepthroat him. My eyes tear and I begin to gag.

“Hold it,” he says. “Keep it right there to the count of three.”

I suppress the need to breathe while he slowly counts. “One…Two…Three.”

Brandon pulls out of my mouth and I gasp for air. “Did you like that, Red?”

Still gasping, I say, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” His tone is low, threatening.

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t make me remind you again.”

“Yes, sir.”

He repositions my head and enters my mouth again, immediately pushing all the way down my throat. “Now, hold it again. To the count of five.”

He waits several moments before beginning to count, m0aning. “One…Two…Three…Goddess that feels good…Four….Five.”

Again, he pulls out and, again, I gasp for air. His domination and the breath play leaves me shaking with need. My thighs are slick with my ar0usal and I know that the sheets on the bed are soaked.

“You really like that, don’t you, Red?”

“Yes, sir.”

“One more time then?”

“Yes, sir!”

He pushes into my mouth. “Hold until the count of ten. One…Two…Three…Four…Five…Six…F**k, your throat keeps contracting around me!… Seven…Eight…Holy sh!t!…Nine…Ten.”

He pulls out and my body shudders with the sudden intake of breath.

I don’t even notice that he has gotten off of me until I hear the electric buzz of the v!brator.

“What was the second rule, Red?”

“Don’t cvm without permission, sir.”

“Good girl. I’m going to give you a reward for being such a good little c0cksvcker.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Brandon pushes his thumb against my cl!t, swirling it around. I m0an, attempting to push my h!ps into his hand. But I’m too restrained and can only slightly elevate my h!ps.

“You like that, baby?” Brandon’s voice is husky with need.

“Yes, sir. Please don’t stop.”

Brandon chuckles. He removes his thumb and quickly replaces it with the head of the v!brator.

“Holy f*****g sh!t!” I scream. The v!bration is set on the highest setting. I try to squirm away slightly from the intense pleasure. It is almost too much.

“Look at how flushed your pvssy is. That is so f*****g hot,” Brandon whispers.

I give a loud m0an, pulling as far from the v!brator as possible.

“Where do you think you’re going, Red?” Brandon pushes the v!brator harder into my cl!t and I scream.

“F**k, sir! Please let me cvm!”

“Not yet, Red. I’m enjoying watching you squirm.”

I whine, frustration seeping through my pores. “Please, Brandon. Please let me cvm. I can’t take it anymore.”

He pulls the v!brator away from my body and speaks in a low, dangerous voice. “What did you call me?”

Only then do I realize what I’ve done. Sh!t! “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to. I – “

Before I can say anything else, Brandon pinches my cl!t – hard. At the same time, he smacks my n!pple with an open hand. I scream, a guttural, wordless sound.

“What was rule number one, Red?” His voice comes from right next to my ear.

I can’t respond, the pain and pleasure of his fingers still pinching my cl!t resonating throughout my body.

Brandon smacks my n!pple again and shoots his hand through my hair, pulling it roughly. “I asked you a question.”

“I can only call you sir.”

“So why did you call me by my name?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I got carried away.”

“You know that naughty girls get punished,” he whispers as he pinches my cl!t harder, his teeth playing down my neck.

I can’t help it. The feel of his body on top of mine, his teeth on my neck, his hard length on my thigh, and the exquisite pain on my cl!t sends me over the top. I cvm hard, screaming.

Brandon moves off of me without saying a word. I hear him rifling through the drawers on the other side of the room. After a few minutes, I hear him walking back to the bed.

“Naughty girl, Red,” his voice is low. “You’ve broken two rules in the span of five minutes. Now, you’ll have to be punished.”

I can’t help the spike of ar0usal and fear that penetrate me.

He unhooks the cuffs on my wrists from the headboard and I gr0an in pain as feeling suddenly rushes back into them from the change in movement. I roll my shoulders a few times, bringing my hands down to my che.st. I feel him unhook the cuffs on my legs from the bedposts. The cuffs are still on my ankles, but they aren’t attached to anything.

Without warning, Brandon flips me over onto my stomach. He hooks something to my left ankle cuff and I don’t know what it is until he forces my legs further apart to hook it to my right cuff. A spreader bar. I can’t close my legs if I wanted to. But I really don’t want to.

He reaches under me to my cuffed wrists and pulls them down to the bar. I have to scoot back so my a.ss is in the air, my cheeks and c0re spread wide open for him to see. Brandon hooks my cuffs to the spreader bar and I am totally at his mercy. I can’t move at all.

“Are you ready for your punishment, Red?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Be a good girl. Take your punishment well and I might just reward you again.”

“Thank you sir.”

“So polite.” I feel something hard c@ress my back. I can’t tell what it is and my ar0usal spikes.

His laugh is low and confident. “You don’t even know what is about to happen and your pvssy is dripping.”

Whatever he is holding continues its path from my back to my a.ss and down my c0re to my cl!t. I struggle weakly, yipping as he pushes the corner of the object hard into my cl!t.

“Since this is our first time with a punishment, I will be lenient and only give you ten. Count loud and clear or we will start over again. Do you understand, Red?”

“Yes, sir.”

As the words leave my mouth, I feel a sudden, stinging smack on my a.ss. A paddle. That’s what he was holding. My breath comes out in a gasp as I handle the shock of it.

“What do you say, Red?”

“One, sir.”

“Good girl.”

He hits me again on my a.ss, harder this time.

“Two, sir.”

Again.

“Three, sir.”

Smacking the other cheek, the paddle hits harder this time.

“Four, sir.”

Another smack.

“Five, sir.”

Another and another and another in quick succession.

“Six, sir. Seven, sir. Eight, sir.”

The next one is lighter, but he aims for my c0re. It sends a jolt of electricity, pain, and immense pleasure through me.

Breathily, I say, “Nine, sir.”

The final smack is the hardest one, running across both of my a.ss cheeks.

“Ten, sir,” I say through gritted teeth.

I hear the paddle being tossed to the floor and Brandon begins to rub my stinging cheeks.

“Such a good girl. You took your punishment so well.” I feel him k!ss my a.ss cheeks, soothing away some of the pain. “Goddess, your a.ss is so red. It’s so f*****g hot. Are you ready for your reward, Red?”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

“That’s a good girl. I love to hear you beg.” Brandon’s fingers are suddenly inside of my c0re, fingering me, preparing me for him.

“Oh, f**k! That feels so good, sir.”

“Damn, you are so w.et. Did you like it that much? Who knew that our Luna was such a f*****g pervert?”

“Only for you,” I say, my voice muffled by the mattress.

“What was that, Red?” Brandon adds a third finger and begins finger f*****g me hard.

“Only for you, sir!” I scream.

“That’s right, Red,” he says, his voice seductive and low. Brandon removes his fingers from inside of me. Before I can complain, I feel him move between my legs, his length running between my a.ss cheeks. “You only act like this for me.” His big hands knead my a.ss as he continues to run himself up and down my a.ss and c0re.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, sir.”

“Please, what?” His voice is obviously excited by my begging. “What do you want?”

“Please f**k me, sir. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” In the next second, Brandon is inside of me, stuffing me full with his length.

“Oh, sh!t,” I gr0an.

“You like that, Red?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get ready. This is going to be hard and fast.” With that, he begins pounding himself in and out of me. I am completely helpless in front of him, a f**k toy for him to use. All I can do is m0an wordlessly, filling the room with the sound of my pleasure.

“Such a good pvssy. So w.et and so tight for me.” His voice is husky. His breathing is rapid. “Tell me how my c0ck feels.”

“Amazing, sir. I f*****g love it.”

Brandon spits on my assh0le and slides his finger around it’s rim. “The only thing that would be better is to have Zak’s c0ck in your assh0le.” With that, he slides his thumb into my h0le, stroking it in and out in time with his length.