Lords of the Were by Bianca D'Arc

pussy. “Perhaps too much.”
    “Seems to me she’s having too much fun, Rafe. She needs a spanking to remind her of her place.” Tim’s voice rumbled from above her and she saw that he watched every movement his brother made between her thighs as one hand played with and pinched her nipples.
    “My pleasure.”
    Allie tensed at the idea of what they planned to do. That had to hurt, but then, she’d been afraid of other things they’d showed her, and so far, the twins had been delightfully showing her just how wrong her assumptions had been. She tensed, but raised no objection as Rafe met her gaze with a question in his own.
    “Do you want this, woman? Will you take your spanking like a dutiful wench?” Rafe asked softly, giving her a chance to cry off. Just the idea he would give her the choice made her want to follow where these two wonderful men led.
    “Yes, master.”
    Rafe smiled wickedly as he returned his focus to her spread pussy.
    He played with her clit, even dipping his tongue close to lick the little nubbin, sucking it all-too-briefly into his mouth as he licked up her juices.
    “You taste like warm honey,” Rafe observed when he came up for air, plying his fingers deftly through her curls. “I bet all your former lovers spent hours feasting between your thighs, didn’t they?” A little tug on her curls prompted an answer even as she felt her face flame.
    Tim pinched one of her nipples hard, shocking her eyes up to his.
    “Rafe asked you a question. Did those other men enjoy licking your cum?”
    She shook her head, unable to give them the embarrassing words.
    Tim pressed her, concern clouding the passion flaming in his eyes.
    “Didn’t any of your other lovers ever go down on you?” He pulled at her nipple, tugging hard while Rafe bent back to her pussy, his tongue plunging deeper than she expected up her tight hole.
    “No!” she cried as Rafe’s tongue rasped over her sensitive tissues. “No one’s ever…”
    “Selfish bastards!” Tim was outraged as he lowered himself so he could kiss her deeply. When he raised his head, there were tears in her eyes which he kissed away, licking the saltiness from her skin. “We’re going to kiss your pussy every morning, Allie. I promise you. It’ll never want for kisses again.”
    The fire in Tim’s eyes flamed hotter. “Maybe we’ll shave you bare down there. I’d enjoy seeing you bald and I understand it’ll make you even more sensitive.” He seemed to think about it as his grin widened.
    “I’d enjoy the maintenance too, I think. What do you think, Rafe? Should we shave her?”
    “Don’t I get a say in this?” Allie wanted to know, forgetting her submissive role for the moment.
    But that’s just what her men wanted, she realized as Rafe delivered a stinging smack to her clit. She jumped in shock and roaring pleasure as the sting transformed into passion.
    “You’ll be shaved if we say you will. Don’t forget who is master here, wench.”
    Rafe punctuated his words with more little slaps to different areas of her wide-spread thighs. He hit the tender crease where thigh met body, the fleshy lips framing the tender hole. He smacked the pad at the top and all around the sensitive nubbin that stood out, practically screaming for his attention, but avoided that most tender part until the last stinging blow.
    When he smacked her clit once more, she came like a rocket, her body spasming as Rafe rubbed her with circular motions, milking the orgasm for all it was worth. She cried out as Tim pinched her nipples, sucking one deep into his mouth, using his teeth gently on her excited skin, while her orgasm raged on and on.
    Even before she came down from the sky, she felt herself being lifted from the table and bent over the edge, face down. Rafe pushed the hard head of his rampant cock against her until her pussy swallowed it down where it belonged. At the same time, Tim moved in front of her, pressing his cock to her mouth.
    She sucked at