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  She wanted to sob. She was desperate, but that was exactly what the bastard wanted. Marc reached out and rubbed his hands over her belly. “We have an endless supply of clamps. I think she needs more decoration.”

  Larissa imagined more of the biting clamps closing over her skin. She shivered with fear and lust. “Please.”

  “No need to beg. We have every intention of giving you more.”

  She scowled at him.

  “Oh, you meant please stop?” Marc chuckled. “Not a chance.”

  Kirlos smiled at his lover. “Would you like to do the honors this time?”

  “Yes, Commander, I certainly would.”

  “Table, release voice command to Captain Devlin.”

  Chapter 10

  Marc came up on his knees and leaned over her. He pinched the skin of her belly as if searching for the perfect spot to place another clamp. Then, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue across the tip of first one nipple and then the other. Larissa’s body jerked. The pain from the clamps had faded, but Marc’s attention forced her to focus on it again.

  For a few seconds, she felt the tight pinch so keenly she had to coax herself through shaky breaths. She didn’t think she could handle it. But then Marc began biting and licking her belly in a long line from under her breastbone all the way to her pussy. His nips distracted her, and his tongue felt so damn good. He retraced the path with his finger. “I think a nice, orderly little line of clamps right here will be perfect.”

  Kirlos groaned. “I can’t wait to see.”

  Larissa heard fabric rustle. She turned to look at Kirlos. He’d removed his shirt and was dropping his leather pants. When he realized she was watching, he wrapped his hand around his hard cock and stroked it. “Don’t you wish you could have a taste?”

  She moaned, wishing exactly that.

  “All in good time.” He released his cock and returned to undressing.

  “Table, form another clamp.”

  Marc’s words brought her attention back to him. He tugged at the skin under her breastbone, pulling it up so the clamp could grab it. She tensed. “Table, clamp her.”

  She gasped. It hurt, but not nearly as much as the ones on her nipples. Then Marc tugged on the clamping tentacle and she moaned.

  Kirlos joined her on the table. “I would love to stuff my cock in your mouth while Marc gets you all fixed up. But I’m afraid you might bite when the clamps go on.” He brushed a finger over one of her abused nipples. “I’m just going to have to make do with your nipples.”

  She shrieked as his fingers tugged on her nipple clamps. And the brush of his tongue against her nipples was so intense she expected to pass out. It was all she could do to breathe.

  Marc continued his work despite her inability to keep her body still. As each clamp went on, she gasped and jerked, trying futilely to escape the exquisite torture the clamps delivered. She also fell deeper and deeper under the spell of pain and lust her lovers wove around her until she floated in a land of painful pleasure.

  Marc sat back after he placed a clamp a few inches above her pubic bone. “Just one more to go.”

  She wasn’t sure he could fit anymore in before he reached her pussy. Where was he going to put the last one? He pressed his palm against her pubic bone and pinched her clit between his fingers. Oh gods, no. He wouldn’t really put one on her clit, would he?

  Kirlos released her aching breasts. “Are you sure she’s ready for that?”

  She wanted to say she wasn’t, but her voice didn’t seem to work anymore.

  Marc stroked her belly along the side of the clamps. “Larissa, are you with me?”

  It took her several seconds to open her eyes, but finally, she managed. Marc was naked now. When had he removed his clothes? She hadn’t realized she’d been that far gone. His thick cock strained against his belly and lust seemed to radiate from him. “I want to clamp your clit, but I’ll use a much looser clamp than the ones we’ve put on your nipples and belly. Can you take it?”

  She drew in a shaky breath. Could she? “Do you promise to fuck me afterwards?”

  Marc smiled. “There’s no way in hell we’re not going to fuck you. My cock is begging to get inside you right now.”

  Her hips jerked toward his hand at the thought. “I can take it.”

  Kirlos took her mouth in a hard kiss.

  “Table, clamp her.”

  She screamed into Kirlos’s mouth, but she couldn’t identify what she felt as pain. It was more like an awakening of every nerve ending in her body. Her scream went on and on even as Kirlos kept kissing her.

  When she’d gotten her thrashing body under control, both men sat back. “God she’s beautiful like this, isn’t she?”

  Marc nodded, agreeing with Kirlos’s praise. The fact that they thought she was beautiful made her smile. Then her smile turned to a giggle. She knew she was drunk on lust and pain, but she didn’t care. She loved them, and they loved her, and that was perfect.

  “Larissa.”

  She looked up at Marc. “Now that we’ve gotten you all decorated, it’s time to unwrap you. But first, we need to know that you’ve learned your lesson. When you’re in this room, who do you belong to?”

  “You.” Then she looked over at Kirlos. “Both of you.”

  “And when you’re outside our quarters. Are you one of our crew, bound by the same rules they are?”

  “Yes, Captain, sir.”

  Marc smiled. “Excellent. We’re going to take all the clamps off at once, and it’s going to hurt. But we’re going to be right here afterwards, and we’re going to make you come so hard you’ll truly think you’ve died.”

  She swallowed hard. Marc’s words made her aware of all the clamps on her body and the way her skin heated and throbbed around them. She arched her hips and the clamp on her clit bounced, making her moan.

  Marc glanced at Kirlos. The Cerian leaned over her breast, fitting a hand under one and holding his mouth poised over the other nipple. Marc arranged himself so his mouth hovered over her clit. “Table, I am going to count to three. When I reach that number, release all the clamps.”

  Larissa sucked in her breath. Her heart pounded so hard, she thought it would pop out of her chest. She was dizzy and hot and so damned horny. God, they were good at this. They could have tortured women for a living. “One, two, three.”

  Her world exploded. Hot fiery pain shot to her nipples and down her body. Marc’s mouth closed over her throbbing clit as Kirlos sucked in one of her nipples. Their laving tongues eased the sting. She arched against them.

  Pleasure built, higher and higher. Gods of Earth, she was going to die. No one’s body could take this much sensation. She tried to hold back, frightened of what she felt, but Marc scraped his teeth against her clit, and she fell.

  Her body spasmed wildly. Her inner muscles clamped tightly around the fingers Marc thrust inside her. She tried to hold on, but finally she closed her eyes and let darkness take her.

  The sounds of lips and tongues at work drew her back to reality. She opened her eyes to see Marc and Kirlos kissing each other with a passion so strong it was palpable. Their raging hard cocks rubbed against one another as they groaned into each other’s mouths. She desperately wanted to be a part of what they were sharing. Her body pulsed to life despite the storm she’d just been through.

  She sat up and crawled to the end of the table. Marc pulled himself away from Kirlos and turned to her. Without speaking, he lifted her so she could wrap her arms and legs around him. He tilted her hips forward and positioned his cock at her entrance. She sighed as he sank deeply into her. She loved all the creative torments the two men gave her, but she never stopped craving the feeling of their hard cocks filling her.

  Kirlos supported her from behind while Marc lifted her and slammed her back down. Then he did it again, groaning as he stretched her open. Marc sank to his knees, bringing her with him. “Only the two of you could get me so hot I can’t even make it to the bed.”


  Larissa smiled at his complaint. Marc lay back, pulling her on top of him. She pushed back with her hips, taking him deeper than she could when they were standing. They both groaned.

  She heard the drawer of the table opening, followed by the unmistakable sound of Kirlos lubing himself. She clenched her muscles in response to the desire that raced through her as she thought of Kirlos’s long vibrating cock in her ass.

  Marc pulled her forward, trapping her against his chest as Kirlos positioned himself behind her. Marc couldn’t move with her clutched against him, but he flexed his cock inside her, making it tap against her G-spot. She ground her hips against him, pressing her clit against his belly.

  Kirlos slapped her ass. “Stop moving.”

  Marc shifted his grip on her, grasping her buttocks and opening her for Kirlos. She gasped as Kirlos pressed his cock against her ass. He surged forward and she opened to him, moaning as his cock began to vibrate inside her.

  It had been a while since they’d fucked this way, with him in her ass. She’d forgotten just how good his vibrations felt there. Marc groaned, and she knew he could feel it too, right through her body.

  When Kirlos was seated inside her, Marc let her go. She rose off of him and pressed herself toward Kirlos, but the Cerian clamped his hands on her hips. “I’ve gotten a taste for punishing you and I want to ride this out to the end.”

  She struggled against him, desperately needing to move on the two cocks inside her. Kirlos delivered a hard spank. “You’re going to stay still, and I’m going to fuck you.”

  He pushed Larissa back down on Marc. Marc’s arms came around her, holding her immobile. Kirlos fucked her slowly, drawing his long cock out until she could barely feel the thuddy vibrations. Then driving back in, filling her deep and making her gasp. Marc made tiny strokes in her pussy, giving her just enough to drive her insane.

  “Please. Please.” She was practically sobbing as she squirmed against them, needing the freedom to move.

  Marc chuckled. “I thought you liked being filled by us.”

  “I-I’ve got to move.”

  But Marc continued to hold her while Kirlos tortured her with his slow fucking. Finally, she noticed the Cerian’s breathing becoming more ragged and his rhythm speeding up.

  “Let her go.” Marc did as Kirlos asked. Then Marc pushed at her so that all three of them rolled to their sides, freeing all of them up to move. Larissa bucked her hips wildly, trying to get as much friction from both men as she could.

  Marc wrapped his arms around Kirlos, trapping her between them. He fucked her hard, slamming his cock deep into her pussy. Kirlos drove hard into her ass. He was just rough enough to hurt a little but not too much.

  Their movements grew more and more frantic. Larissa’s orgasm rose from the deepest part of her body. It was going to be frighteningly intense like the last one. She wanted to tell both men how much she needed them, but she couldn’t get the words out. “More,” was all she could manage.

  “You’ll get more,” Marc growled.

  He shoved in hard and stilled. Just as his cock began to spurt, she clamped down on both of them. The vibrations in Kirlos’s cock grew stronger. She shoved herself against Marc’s body, and her clit made contact with his pubic bone.

  That was all she needed to go over. Her world exploded as she heard Kirlos shout her name along with some incomprehensible words.

  Many moments later, Larissa stirred. She tried to disentangle herself, wanting to sit up and look at both her lovers.

  Marc wrapped an arm around her and held her still. “Don’t ever try to leave again.”

  Kirlos rubbed her back, kneading her tired muscles. “Don’t even think about it.”

  She smiled. They may have agreed to let her function as a crew member, but they’d never stop being possessive. “I love you both with all my heart. I have no intention of leaving. Ever.”

  She kissed Marc and then Kirlos before snuggling against both of them and pulled them as close as was physically possible, knowing she’d never get enough of the warmth that radiated from them.

  Silvia Violet

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