Free Claiming Their Maiden by Sue Lyndon Page A

Now keep still or I’ll add a second finger,
    Amelia. You don’t want that, do you?”
    “N-no,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
    He continued driving his finger in and out at a rapid pace, occasionally surprising her
    with a sudden, deep thrust that had her gasping and involuntarily clenching down. Though it was
    difficult, she kept her feet planted on the floor, and tears of shame soon prickled in her eyes. As
    embarrassing and uncomfortable as this punishment was though, she knew it wasn’t nearly as
    bad as the cane. Even as she tried to endure his relentless finger, gratitude bloomed inside her

    and spread outward, calming her nerves and chasing her fear away. She trusted Trent not to hurt
    her.
    When he finally withdrew from her ass, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. She
    stood up and turned to face him, and her insides fluttered with excitement to see desire heating
    his gaze.
    He nodded at the bed. “Lay down on your back, Amelia. We’re not finished here.”
    “But…but…” She stared up at him, uncertainty sweeping over her. Surely her
    punishment was over. She’d stood bent over the bed for what seemed like hours.
    “I want a better look at your pussy.” He paused and raised an eyebrow. “And I want to
    make sure you never think of escape again.”
    She reached back and covered her bottom, wincing as she placed her hands over her sore
    cheeks. “Please, no more. I’ve learned my lesson. Really, I have.”
    Impatience flashed in his eyes, and his nostrils flared. The tension between them rose
    with each passing second as she remained frozen in place, her hands still cupping her bottom as
    if this action alone would prevent him from continuing with her chastisement. Amelia gulped,
    her mouth suddenly dry.
    “I expect you to listen when I give an order. I’ll give you one more chance.”
    Or what? lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she smartly kept quiet. She also smartly
    uncovered her bottom and lay down on the bed, scooting back until she was in the center of the
    mattress.
    “Good. Now hug your legs to your chest.” He sank down on the bed below her, staring
    directly at her center.
    Amelia obeyed, and she found this position even more humiliating than the first one. Her
    pussy was on full display, as well as her asshole, and he was making eye contact with her. Since
    she had to hug her legs to her chest, she couldn’t bury her face in her hands. There was no
    hiding.
    She had no choice but to watch as he applied more of the cool liquid and pumped one
    thick finger into her snug entrance once more.
    “You will never try to escape again, Amelia. I’m your mate. Gavin’s your mate. We can
    sense you, and we’d find you soon enough.” His gaze darkened and he drove into her ass faster.
    “I’d be furious with you if you tried to run away again. You don’t want to see me furious.”
    The cool air drifted against her feminine core, reminding her that her swollen pussy was
    directly in his view. Even worse, his eyes twinkled with devilment. He was enjoying this
    punishment far too much, and the huge bulge in his pants confirmed it.
    “Gavin spanked your pussy, didn’t he?” Trent asked.
    “Yes,” she admitted, in an almost whisper.
    His finger kept going, kept pushing in and drawing out partially, only to shove straight
    back into her tightness. “Why did he spank your pussy? Did you touch yourself without
    permission?”
    Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but her tongue wouldn’t work. She
    nodded, hoping he didn’t press the issue further. She’d only touched herself in front of Gavin
    because he’d practically dared her, but her mind was turning to mush and she couldn’t find the
    words to explain what had really happened.
    The finger in her ass stilled, and Gavin reached to cup her pussy with his free hand.
    “Your lips are wet, Amelia. Glistening.”

    She’d suspected as much, but she’d hoped the moisture would stay hidden inside