Chapter Five

 

Mira paced the living room, examining every object on every shelf.

“Relax. They’re only children.” Gav’n came up behind her and touched her shoulders. After a wild afternoon of lovemaking, Jakk had left to pick up their nieces and bring them home. She was more nervous about meeting the children than she had been about her “conditioning” by Jakk and Gav’n.

That had turned out to be bearable. And somewhat enjoyable, if she was completely honest. Not that she thought they should have the right to physically discipline her, but the line between punishment and pleasure had blurred right from the beginning, making it hard for her to hate one without rejecting the other.

Gav’n’s warm hands stroked down her sides then up the back of her short dress to palm her ass. “How’s your ass today? I heard you were a good girl all day. No punishments. Did you take your master’s cock again?”

Her pulse quickened. Heat pooled between her legs. “Yes,” she whispered.

He insinuated a finger between her cheeks and rubbed a tiny circle over her anus. “Are you ready to take me here?”

“No, Master,” she choked out.

He pushed her torso down until her hands connected with the back of the sofa, then he slid the hem of her dress up to her back. Her ass was bare underneath it, as he required, although he had allowed her to don a slightly longer skirt before the girls arrived.

The girls. Oh shit. What if they walked in on this? Surely Gav’n wouldn’t let that happen….would he?

He peppered her ass with swift spanks, making her yelp because her bottom was still sore from the caning the day before.

“What’s that for?”

“To remind you who’s in charge. Spread your legs.” His voice sounded thick.

She widened her stance. His fingers quested between her legs, dipping into her swollen, dripping pussy. Jakk had spent hours keeping her on the edge of an orgasm before he’d fucked her and let her climax, but she still seemed to crave more.

“I guess I’ll have to take your pussy tonight.”

He said it like a statement, but she had the sense he was waiting for her agreement. She arched her back in invitation. He stroked two hands down her outer thighs. “Good girl.” She heard the rustle of his clothing, and then his cock prodded her entrance.

Not once had Jakk worn a condom. She didn’t know if they even existed on this planet. She ought to have the birth control conversation with them, except she was half afraid of what they would tell her. Was she obligated to be their breeder?

And she didn’t want to admit it because it was flat-out nuts, but some tiny part of her loved the idea of having their baby. Making their family a real family.

Not that the girls weren’t real.

The girls!

But she forgot her anxiety over the girls as Gav’n wedged his huge cock inside her. Although she was sore from so much sexual activity, the pleasure by far outweighed any discomfort.

“Oh, pashika. You are as tight and perfect as Jakk promised.” He gripped her hips and eased in and out. “I could do this all day.”

“No...you really couldn’t. The girls are on their—”

He covered her mouth with one hand, bumping his loins against her ass with short thrusts. “Hush. You’ll take my cock whenever and wherever I say, little one.” The hand slid from her mouth to her throat, closing lightly around her neck.

Her pussy clenched around his length, even as her mind rebelled at his words. She tried to rally her thoughts, but his cock had found her G-spot, and pleasure spun and spiraled through her like a top out of control. “On Earth, we don’t allow children to see—”

His hand clapped over her mouth again. “We don’t here, either. So you’d better satisfy your master quickly, because if they see us like this, I’ll have to punish you long and hard.”

Oh God. Why did his mean talk make her knees go weak?

He picked up one of her knees, changing the angle so he could pummel deeper into her.

She gasped, her other knee buckling, her vision going fuzzy. “Gav’n,” she choked.

“Take it,” he growled, thrusting harder and harder until she thought he would knock the breath out of her.

She came close to climaxing, but he pulled out and spanked her, fast and hard.

“Ack! What’s that for? Why—”

“Hush, human. I already told you, I don’t need a why. Having a hot red ass helps you remember who your masters are.”

The fuck you that sprang to mind was only halfhearted because, in fact, the spanking felt delicious. Yes, it hurt. It totally hurt—but his mastery over her left her panting for more.

He stopped and spun her around to face him, settling her over his cock. With his palms under her ass, he lifted and lowered her, bounced her into the air, sending her up and down over his huge cock, driving deeper into her channel with each bounce.

“Yes, yes, little human!” he roared, moving her at a frenetic pace now.

“Yes,” she agreed, eyes rolling back in her head.

Gav’n gave an animalistic bellow and buried deep, filling her with his hot seed.

Her pussy clenched, her own climax arriving moments later, wiping all anxiety from her mind and body. At that moment, she knew nothing but Gav’n. Her breath mingled with his; her arms twined around his neck.

He nibbled on her earlobe, licked into her ear. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Very good girl.”

Warmth filled her chest. It never had been so easy to feel right as it was with these two brothers. She just hoped it was the same with the girls.

 

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Gav’n cleaned between Mira’s legs with a washcloth, turning it into an inspection and spanking her when she tried to refuse his ministrations. He tidied her just in time because Jakk arrived shortly after with the girls in tow.

Their rashes had improved since they’d been at their grandparents, but their moods had not. Gav’n and Jakk had explained about Mira before they left, and they hadn’t liked the idea. It seemed time away hadn’t improved their opinions.

“Girls, this is Mira, our new permanent, live-in nanny. She’s going to take care of you.”

Pritzi, the youngest, stared at Mira with huge brown eyes and promptly burst into tears.

Horror flamed over Mira’s face. “Hey, it’s okay,” she coaxed, “I know I’m ugly, but I’m not scary at all, I promise.”

Darley’s lips closed into a thin line, and she refused to say hello, even when both he and Jakk gave her their most stern looks. Jan, the middle child, didn’t say a word, which they’d expected, since she hadn’t spoken since their mother died.

Mira held her hand out to Pritzi, who eyed it suspiciously.

“You’re not ugly,” Pritzi said, her tears subsiding. She didn’t take Mira’s hand, though. “I like your hair.”

Mira smiled. “I like yours, too. If you want, I can braid it tomorrow. I can make a whole crown around the top of your head.”

The girl’s eyes widened. She sniffed. “Out of hair?”

Mira nodded and tried offering her hand again. “Do you know what a braid is? When you weave the hair?”

Pritzi nodded, looking only half-certain she understood.

“I can make two braids. Or a fishtail. I had four sisters, so they taught me all kinds of things to do with hair.”

“What’s a fishtail?” Pritzi took her hand, now, and Mira led her into the girls’ bedroom. Jan followed, but Darley remained in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Go on. Get ready for bed.” Jakk had never been the warm, fuzzy type with the girls, and the strain between he and their surliest niece, Darley, in particular, had grown over the past few weeks.

“It’s not my bedtime yet.”

They’d gone easy on discipline. The girls had lost their mother, and their lives had been turned on end, but it was hard not want to come down on Darley when she started with the back talk. “It’s your bedtime if we say it is,” Jakk said evenly. “Go, now, or we’ll permanently move bedtime up by a half hour.”

Darley threw a baleful glance his way but flounced off to the bedroom.

He hesitated, torn between following to make sure Mira was okay in there, and giving them space. He opted for space but was reluctant to leave the living room where he could hear everything going on in the bedroom.

Jakk came to stand beside him, arms folded over his chest. The sound of Darley snarling at one of her sisters—that’s not yours, now put it down!—sailed out of the room. Jakk flinched. He knew his brother was as itchy as he was to solve the problem. But neither of them had been very successful at winning the girls’ affection or obedience yet. They probably wouldn’t do much better than Mira.

“Come on.” Jakk bumped his shoulder. “She has to figure it out on her own.”

Reluctantly, he peeled himself away from the room.

“I’m going to leave instructions for meals and chores for tomorrow,” Jakk said, heading to the kitchen. “What did you decide to do about the collar?”

“I will weld it shut. It means we’ll have to break it when we remove it, but at least it will work for the time being. I’ll get some more at work. It’s not ideal, but it will get us through these first few weeks while we feel each other out.”

He helped his brother by pulling out an electronic communication pad/translation device and listing the times things would happen during the day. He wrote in Pra’kirian and it translated his words into the foreign letters it said belonged to inhabitants of Earth. He added the times for leaving and picking up from school, even though the girls wouldn’t be able to return until their rash went away. For chores, he started a list of the basics— washing clothes, scrubbing the bathrooms, cleaning the floors, shaking out rugs, etc.

Jakk planned meals and added the directions to the communication pad. Then they both crept back and peeked into the bedroom.

Darley sat in her bed, arms folded sulkily across her chest.

Mira lay beside Pritzi on the child’s bed, not touching her, arms folded behind her head. “And when Harry received his invitation to Hogwarts, he didn’t know anything about his parents being magic. He thought they’d died in a car accident…” Mira’s voice had a singsong quality as she told a story of some kind.

Jan had her usual withdrawn expression, but she lay facing Pritzi’s bed, eyes on Mira as she spoke.

He backed out before they saw him. Not bad for an introduction. It definitely could’ve been worse. Clearly, Mira had a knack with children.

He just hoped she could work a miracle with these particular children.