…and then I do. Cyrus’s hand comes swooping down against my right ass cheek and makes impact with a loud crack. It isn’t overly painful, but the shame is a delicious, dark pleasure.
Why do I like this? Fuck, why do I like this?
“You’re not going to be a clumsy little slut again, are you Mia?” Cyrus murmurs, and I moan hotly. I don’t know why the humiliation is such a turn on to me. I’ve never craved it before, and suddenly it’s like oxygen to me.
Clumsy little slut. Oh, Gods! Why does that turn me on so fucking much?
His hand comes down again, and I whimper from the sharp pain as the gunshot crack blossoms across the same spot. The first spank was just to get me used to the feeling of his hand against my ass. Now, he’s taking control.
The dirty words he says aren’t anything to do with me breaking a glass, I realize. He doesn’t care at all for the hundreds of thousands of credits worth of damage. When you’re as obscenely rich as these Aurelians, why would you?
All Cyrus cares about is disciplining me like the unruly little wench I crave to be.
“Answer me!” His demand makes me stiffen in delicious fear.
“I… I won’t be clumsy,” I gasp out, screwing my eyes shut at the embarrassment of being disciplined so brazenly in front of the other two other Aurelians. Then again, that’s also part of the excitement.
Cyrus’s breathe is rasping and harsh, and his chest swells. He’s so close to losing control – I can feel it – and I both crave and fear what will happen when he does. If the rumors are true, an Aurelian becomes an animal in the mating frenzy...
Cyrus’s hand gently rubs against my spanked ass, soothing me where I was punished; as if to reward my good behavior in responding appropriately.
But it doesn’t stop there. His thick fingers gently trail their way down, between the cheeks of my panties-clad ass, and between my glistening thighs.
I suddenly moan out in pure pleasure as his fingertips nuzzle deeper, teases my sopping wet pussy beneath the silk of my panties.
He growls: “You’ve never been so turned on in your life, have you?”
Cyrus asks the question, but it sounds like a statement of fact – and perhaps it is. Right now, all I can imagine is his huge, thick cock pressing me open. I can feel it pulsing against my body, prodding against my stomach as I lay across his lap, and Cyrus is so hard that I know my innocence – the resistance of my little pussy to being penetrated for the first time – could do nothing to stop him if he chose to claim me.
When I don’t answer his question, Cyrus’s fingers leave my pussy. I mewl in disappointment – and then cry out as his open palm comes cracking down hard against my left ass cheek.
Crack!
“When I ask you a question, you answer!”
Cyrus spanks me again, and this time it’s hard enough to make tears spring to my eyes. My body tenses up across his lap, and suddenly I feel Cyrus shift beneath me. It’s as though he can read my mind – knowing I enjoyed the humiliation of the punishment, but not the excessive pain of that third spank. When he brings his hand down a fourth time, it’s sharp enough to give me a delicious crackle of pain – but not enough to overwhelm my already buzzing senses.
“I’ll ask again,” he purrs. “You’ve never been so turned on in your life, have you?”
I shudder, tears of arousal rolling down my cheeks.
“Never,” I gasp out.
Cyrus pauses. He feels so certain – and it’s been clear throughout this experience that he intends to do far more than just spank me. I force my eyes up from the floorboards I’d been staring at, blinking tears from them. I hear the scrap of wood against wood, and watch Gallus and Varian stand from their seats.
Cyrus pulls me from his lap – up until I’m sitting on him, rather than laying across his thighs.
Like that – like a kitten on his knees – he pulls me toward him.
Suddenly, before I can react, Cyrus’s lips find mine in a hungry embrace. I swoon at the intense pressure of my first kiss; my senses overwhelmed by the softness of his marble-white lips.
For an eternity, we make out – and then another huge hand touches me gently beneath my chin, turning my face and pulling my lips away from Cyrus’s eager kisses. It’s Gallus. He’s looming over me, and he kisses me deeply – powerfully – with his tongue invading my mouth.
Even as I kiss the second man ever in my life, in as many seconds since I’d kissed the first, I feel a third hand caressing my back. It’s Varian, eager to feel the warmth of my body beneath his fingertips.
Suddenly, too many fingers to count are touching and tantalizing my body. I melt in the presence of these three, powerful warriors.
Gallus breaks off his kiss, and Varian presses in from the other side. He turns his face to mine, and presses his lips against my mouth. Unlike the other two, his kiss is more hesitant, and I bite his bottom lip instinctively, inflaming his need even further.
After long moments of a delicious kiss, Varian pulls back.
“You’ll be the end of me,” he growls prophetically, then returns his lips to mine, kissing me even more deeply as he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me deeper against him.
I’ve never felt so safe, and yet so vulnerable, all at the same time. Hands grabs at my breasts, through the silk and satin of my sexy maid’s outfit, and my nipples harden – begging to be pinched and pulled by these lustful alien men.
My mind is melting beneath the lust - but one last shred of rational thought stubbornly resists.
If they fuck you, you’ll lose everything. They desire their Fated Mate, and you
