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  “Yes?” The cropping stopped as Kane peered over my shoulder at Jack.

  “She seems contrite.” He leaned over to suck my nipple into his mouth, whipping it with his tongue until I quivered. “You are forgiven, Sabrina, but we’re just getting started.”

  “This punishment ends when I say, not when you decide you’re really sorry.” Kane

  emphasized each word with a strike of the crop. “Understood?”

  I sniffed back tears and nodded. “Understood.”

  Jack motioned for Kane to come round to the front. “Let’s work on her clit. It’ll give you a chance to practice that softer touch and make her ready for what’s next.”

  At that, I closed my legs tight. No way in hell was I going to let them zap my clit with that nasty crop. Jack had never spanked me like that, never gone straight for pain like he was now. It scared me, although, if I was honest with myself, it also excited me. I was at the mercy of the two men I loved most and they would have their way with me--punishment and pleasure--no matter what.

  Jack must have anticipated some resistance on my part, though, because he pulled a bar out of his bag. “This is a spreader bar, it’ll keep her wide open for us to use her as we see fit.”

  There were cuffs on either end and he squatted down to fasten one around each ankle, spreading me wide. Now I couldn’t move my legs to protect myself and the crop was coming for me with its sharp sting.

  “Please don’t. This is too much.” I said, a note of desperation in my voice. It was wrong to beg, because it only increased their excitement. Their breath came fast and hard, flaring their nostrils, and making their scent even stronger. There was a fine line between hunting prey and playing sex games. It would appear tying me up and making me helpless was a tantalizing gray area.

  Kane shook his head and ran his hands over my body, teasing my nipples with his

  thumbs. Pleasure tugged at my core, melding with the heat of my punishment into an enjoyable buzz. I gasped at the sensation, unprepared for the sudden rise of desire. This was the magic of spanking, a magic Jack had introduced me to; in the moment, you thought it hurt only to find it just made you hotter than ever.

  My alpha pinched a nipple, pulling until I arched forward to relieve the pressure. “You think we don’t know what we’re doing? Are you questioning pack justice?”

  “No,” I said, my voice a keening moan. Kane’s wolf rode high in him and his musk

  radiated from his skin to crowd my senses. If I’d been in wolf form, I would’ve rolled on my back and exposed my stomach, legs spread wide in submission His scent alone had that much power.

  Jack came over and touched me too, only with the crop instead of his hands. The end was a flexible piece of leather and it slid across my skin raising goose bumps as it went. “There’s a difference between something hurting and being hurt. This punishment won’t hurt you even if you don’t like how what we do feels. Besides the orgasm will be amazing, and isn’t that what you wanted? A little two-on-one?”

  “Yes,” I breathed, relishing both their hands on my body at the same time and wanting--

  no needing--more. Suddenly I didn’t care what it cost in terms of pain.

  “If we stop, it ends now. You’ll never have us again. Do you want to stop?” Kane asked, a hand going between my legs and the slick heat of my core. I was primed and ready to come if the glistening juices on his fingers were any indication. “You’re a wet puddle, Sabrina. I could drink you up if I wanted to.”

  Jack saw my surprise and said, “You didn’t know how wet you were did you?”

  I grimaced and shook my head as Kane pushed his fingers between my lips, commanding

  me to, “Suck.” Lapping my tongue along his finger, I tasted my own juices, the flavor of my desire making me even wetter.

  Jack tucked my hair behind my ears with a gentle movement and rested his forehead

  against mine, starting intently into my eyes. “Remember how angry you were the first night we were together? You wanted to come and I asked you to trust me to make it good. I need that trust now. I need you to remember how great the sex was because this is going to be harder than that, but worth it. So worth it, Sabrina.”

  I frowned, but nodded for them to continue. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes tight, bracing myself against the ropes.

  “You’ll want to use less force, gentle is better than hard,” Jack instructed. “When she starts dancing, you’ll know she’s feeling it.”

  My eyes fluttered open to see Kane nod and look at my pussy, spread wide just for him.

  Only his gaze was not one of lust, but the way a hunter considers his target.

  He didn’t slap me to start. First, he pushed the crop between my pussy lips to stimulate my clit. The sensation was rough, but tolerable. Maybe if he’d kept at it, there could’ve been pleasure, but he pulled back and then smacked me with a swift underhanded stroke.

  I gasped and panted my way through the sting, thankful he was at half power. My clit

  burned, but I could also feel it swelling, ripening under the harsh impact of the crop. After that first hit, Kane struck in a steady rhythm. He would give me a few seconds to absorb the blow, to work through its effects and then strike again.

  I don’t know when my body crossed the line from pain to pleasure, but the hits just didn’t hurt anymore. Shocked, I realized my body had become accustomed to the pressure and

  intensity. With the pain fading to a dull roar, a heightened pleasure came to the forefront, searing my nerves.

  It reminded me of how I liked to really grind my clit on either Jack’s or Kane’s pubic bones when I was on top. A pressure hard enough to toe the line of pain, but without crossing over. With the crop, I’d way crossed that line, but had then reached the point where each slap brought a burst of pleasure with it too.

  I began to understand what Jack had meant by his dancing reference, because I couldn’t stop moving. The pace Kane had set was too slow for me to do anything with those little bursts of pleasure and my hips were on an involuntary search for a way to string everything together into an orgasm.

  By then, I was moaning in tandem with the crop. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack

  watching with a satisfied smile on his face. He had taken off his clothes and had one hand wrapped around his cock. What I wouldn’t give for him to be inside me, expanding my pussy from the inside out. My stomach clenched as I imagined what it would be like to have them both at the same time. I would take all sorts of punishment for that kind of reward, I decided.

  Time ceased to exist. Or rather, its measurement changed from the tick of seconds to the thwap of the crop against my skin. I was lost in sensation, in a world where I welcomed the pain greeting it with soft sighs, begging it to love me harder.

  In the end, they untied me and removed the bar keeping my legs apart. I collapsed to the ground, my arms and legs tired from all the physical tension and the strain of holding one position so long. Jack gave each of my wrists a gentle massage and then did the same for my ankles, helping bring them back to life.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, helping me into position. He kneeled behind me and grabbed my hips, cock just touching the entrance to my pussy. “Kane is going to keep your breasts bouncing while I fuck you like a wolf.”

  “Can I come?” I asked, knowing from our previous sex play that I couldn’t take any

  orgasm for granted. And just then my priorities were tightly focused on my pussy getting the release it needed.

  “Oh yes, many times over.” With that he entered me in one smooth move, pulling my

  hips back as he did so. At the same time, the crop zapped a nipple and I yelped, but Kane ignored me and kept zeroing on my sensitive nubs, which just made my pussy ache even more for

  release.

  Pleasure and pain mingled as Jack pumped behind me. His cock filling me was bliss and

  my pussy squeezed him tight. Kane worked my breasts over wit
h the crop, keeping that direct line they had to my core alive.

  My body strummed with pleasure, the contrast of the intermittent pain from the crop

  heightening my senses. The sting blended into the coming orgasm and now I craved its cruel touch.

  Jack slapped my ass, alternating cheeks as he rammed in and out. Somehow there was a

  spot on each ass cheek that, like my nipples, fed the liquid heat of my pussy. With Kane at my breasts and Jack smacking my ass as he filled me with his cock, the stimulation brought me to a quick and harsh climax.

  My body shuddered just before I came, completely overwhelmed with sensation and

  desperate to find a way to relieve the pent-up pressure. When the orgasm hit full force, I bucked and screamed, half sitting up. Jack pushed me back down and grunted his own release, slamming me down his shaft with a hard pull on my hips.

  He rolled off me to be replaced by Kane. I was still coming when my Alpha entered me

  and it caused pleasure to reach to another peak again before beginning the slow spiral back down to normal. Jack returned though and upped the ante. He handed something to Kane and said,

  “Use this and watch her go.”

  A second later, Kane’s hand went to my clit and a vibrator sent a strong vibration through me. I gasped and writhed as the last vestiges of my orgasm roared back to life. Spurred on by the vibrator, I pushed back to meet Kane’s thrusts, increasing the speed, reaching for another climax.

  Jack sat in front of me and reached out to grasp a nipple between his fingers. Now when I moved back, it meant my nipple was stretched taut in his hand. If I went too far, it hurt. If I didn’t push back far enough, Kane’s cock didn’t hit my g-spot.

  I glared at Jack who responded with an innocent smile and by taking the other nipple in his hands. I tried to inch up toward Jack and have Kane follow, but my alpha just grabbed my hips and held me back. I realized, then, that they were colluding.

  Damn.

  The thing was, I needed Kane’s cock more than I needed to keep my nipples pain free.

  Decision made, I adjusted my stance so his cock penetrated me to the hilt. While my nipples were uncomfortable at first, same as the crop, it all morphed into hot pleasure. Jack kept things interesting by periodically changing the direction of tension or twisting my nipples slightly.

  Soon I was throwing my head back and moaning as my orgasm gained speed. Kane

  slipped a finger into my ass, something that caused me to pause and open my eyes wide, but the double penetration felt good, so I resumed the rocking motion we had settled into. I was filled with sensation and pleasure pulsed through me in a continuous loop. Kane’s finger wiggling in my ass, his cock pounding my g-spot, the vibrator whizzing away while Jack made sure my nipples didn’t feel left out, meant I screamed and panted through the rush of another climax, my stomach dropping as if I was in a car cresting a hill at hundred miles per hour. When it was over I sank to the ground, hips writhing as the vibrator kept sending shockwaves through my over stimulated system.

  With gentle strength, Kane lifted me back up on my knees and removed the vibrator. He

  was still hard and pumped in and out of me for a few more minutes before shuddering his own orgasm.

  We all fell to the ground in a heap, like a litter of puppies. Kane lay against one side of me with Jack on the other, just the way I had often fantasized. I looked up at the full moon above us and resisted the urge to howl.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Justice had to be served.” Kane craned his neck to look at me.

  “But you could’ve done it differently. Thank you for listening to me.” I kissed each of them in turn, tongue probing their mouths in a languid caress. “I really do love you both.”

  Hands travelled my body in such quantity and at such speed, I couldn’t tell who was who.

  All I knew was that I had the two wolves of my dreams in my arms and somehow everything was going to be okay.

  -The End-

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