while I spank her.”
She saw Calam’s pleased grin. He sat up, opened his arms to her, and between them Luka and Calam placed her over Calam’s lap. He was hard already, his erection pressing into her belly. She breathed him in, that lovely scent of male and soap. Her come and his. And as Luka leaned over her, she inhaled that pure scent of granite or marble, the scent the vampires wore. She felt the impossibly silken texture of Luka’s hair as his long braid fell over his shoulder and onto her back. Felt as much as she heard him lean in to place a kiss on Calam’s lips.
She was squirming with need, waiting. For one of them to really touch her.
Luka.
Calam.
Calam .
As if he could read her as easily as the vampires did, one of his hands slipped under her to caress her breast, kneading the flesh, his fingers moving over the fullness, then to the taut nipple. At the same time Luka’s hand smoothed over her lower back, her buttocks.
She sighed.
“Ah, you love the spanking,” Luka said. “To feel our hands on your flesh.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You find it difficult to wait. You are so much less the ice princess now, Ilana. We love that about you. That the sex itself melts you. That you submit so beautifully. Yet you are still regal in some way. Do you not find her so, Calam?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with desire. As thick as his swollen cock. “Beautiful and elegant, always.”
“Even as she is being spanked,” Luka said. He brought his hand down in a hard slap across her ass.
“Oh!”
“Absolutely,” Calam agreed, humor and need in his voice.
Another slap, but this time she knew it was leather. A small flogger, perhaps. Lust rose, spiraled, soaking her sex.
“Are you wet for us, beauty?” Luka asked. “Tell me, Calam. Do you find her wet with need?”
Calam slid a hand under her hip, his fingers slipping in her juices. She moaned.
“Ah, she’s wet and ready, Luka. Her pussy is like silk.”
“Keep your hand on her while I whip her. While we watch her beautiful ass turn pink.”
“Gladly,” Calam answered.
Luka began the flogging then, a series of hard smacks on her ass with the strands of leather. And Calam kept his hand between her thighs, his fingers rubbing at her slit, at her swollen clitoris. Soon she was completely out of her head. With pleasure. With endorphins, as she slipped deeper and deeper into subspace, that misty place her mind went to when she submitted. It was a relief, as always, to give up all control. And the pleasure was exquisite.
The flogging went on, punctuated by Luka stroking her hot, sore skin with his palm, creating a wonderful contrast. Calam’s cock grew even harder against the soft flesh of her stomach. She spread her thighs without even thinking about it, wanting…everything. To be fucked. Spanked. Caressed.
“Ah, she is wanton,” Luka said, pausing to pinch the inside of her thigh.
She gasped. He laughed. But there was nothing mean in it. He was simply pleased with her response.
“I love that about her,” Calam said quietly. There was still desire in his tone. But something else… It was too hard to think. She was overcome with sensation. “I love her response to every small touch. To what you’re saying.”
“Oh yes, she loves even that. To hear the words spoken.”
“So do I,” Calam said.
Another small chuckle from Luka. Then, “I want to fuck her. So do you.”
“Gods, yes!”
“Bring her up on your lap then, so she is straddling you.”
Calam shifted her until she was on her knees on either side of his strong thighs. He smiled, his features lighting up, his cheek dimpling, as she held on to his broad shoulders. That dimple softened his masculine features—his square jaw, his high cheekbones. The only other softness in his face was the lush mouth, framed by the wicked-looking goatee. His mouth seemed impossibly sexual to her. She wanted him to kiss her. But it was something more than desire. She didn’t
She saw Calam’s pleased grin. He sat up, opened his arms to her, and between them Luka and Calam placed her over Calam’s lap. He was hard already, his erection pressing into her belly. She breathed him in, that lovely scent of male and soap. Her come and his. And as Luka leaned over her, she inhaled that pure scent of granite or marble, the scent the vampires wore. She felt the impossibly silken texture of Luka’s hair as his long braid fell over his shoulder and onto her back. Felt as much as she heard him lean in to place a kiss on Calam’s lips.
She was squirming with need, waiting. For one of them to really touch her.
Luka.
Calam.
Calam .
As if he could read her as easily as the vampires did, one of his hands slipped under her to caress her breast, kneading the flesh, his fingers moving over the fullness, then to the taut nipple. At the same time Luka’s hand smoothed over her lower back, her buttocks.
She sighed.
“Ah, you love the spanking,” Luka said. “To feel our hands on your flesh.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You find it difficult to wait. You are so much less the ice princess now, Ilana. We love that about you. That the sex itself melts you. That you submit so beautifully. Yet you are still regal in some way. Do you not find her so, Calam?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with desire. As thick as his swollen cock. “Beautiful and elegant, always.”
“Even as she is being spanked,” Luka said. He brought his hand down in a hard slap across her ass.
“Oh!”
“Absolutely,” Calam agreed, humor and need in his voice.
Another slap, but this time she knew it was leather. A small flogger, perhaps. Lust rose, spiraled, soaking her sex.
“Are you wet for us, beauty?” Luka asked. “Tell me, Calam. Do you find her wet with need?”
Calam slid a hand under her hip, his fingers slipping in her juices. She moaned.
“Ah, she’s wet and ready, Luka. Her pussy is like silk.”
“Keep your hand on her while I whip her. While we watch her beautiful ass turn pink.”
“Gladly,” Calam answered.
Luka began the flogging then, a series of hard smacks on her ass with the strands of leather. And Calam kept his hand between her thighs, his fingers rubbing at her slit, at her swollen clitoris. Soon she was completely out of her head. With pleasure. With endorphins, as she slipped deeper and deeper into subspace, that misty place her mind went to when she submitted. It was a relief, as always, to give up all control. And the pleasure was exquisite.
The flogging went on, punctuated by Luka stroking her hot, sore skin with his palm, creating a wonderful contrast. Calam’s cock grew even harder against the soft flesh of her stomach. She spread her thighs without even thinking about it, wanting…everything. To be fucked. Spanked. Caressed.
“Ah, she is wanton,” Luka said, pausing to pinch the inside of her thigh.
She gasped. He laughed. But there was nothing mean in it. He was simply pleased with her response.
“I love that about her,” Calam said quietly. There was still desire in his tone. But something else… It was too hard to think. She was overcome with sensation. “I love her response to every small touch. To what you’re saying.”
“Oh yes, she loves even that. To hear the words spoken.”
“So do I,” Calam said.
Another small chuckle from Luka. Then, “I want to fuck her. So do you.”
“Gods, yes!”
“Bring her up on your lap then, so she is straddling you.”
Calam shifted her until she was on her knees on either side of his strong thighs. He smiled, his features lighting up, his cheek dimpling, as she held on to his broad shoulders. That dimple softened his masculine features—his square jaw, his high cheekbones. The only other softness in his face was the lush mouth, framed by the wicked-looking goatee. His mouth seemed impossibly sexual to her. She wanted him to kiss her. But it was something more than desire. She didn’t
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