Beckett

"Control it, Kitten. Call the darkness back inside of you." Miles whispers in a commanding tone to Katrina.

We all watch in anticipation, hoping that Katrina will somehow be able to get control of her power. If she can't figure out how to control it, she won't be able to leave this room. As soon as Luka and Miles started to seduce our little mate, I knew exactly where this was going. Being the king of fuckery, this form of warfare is one of my favorites. Edging or Orgasm control can be sexy and fun when done in moderation, but it can also be a form of torture if it goes on for too long. If Katrina cannot learn how to control her darkness, our newest kink will become torture for her. While Luka may have been the one to give Katrina the terms of warfare, I know who the real commander is, and once Miles decides something, there is no changing his mind. If Katrina wants to orgasm, she will learn to control this part of herself.

I can see the determination on her face as Katrina tries to pull the power back into herself. I watch as she wrinkles her nose in concentration, but the more she struggles, the more the darkness starts to take over. I watch as her beautiful alabaster skin starts to turn red. I hear Miles hiss as Katrina's body begins to heat, and I see the look on Miles's face when he realizes he'll have to control Katrina's darkness again. My cock lurches at her gasp of pain, followed by her pleasure-filled moan.

"Beckett," Miles calls, "I think it's time to hand out her punishment."

My cock twitches yet again. Finally. I've wanted to spank that perky little ass of hers with my belt since I found out she'd kept Zeus' visitation from us. My cock twitches as I remember how much she liked my hand peppering her ass; I wonder how she'll like the lick of my belt. Will her darkness like my kinky fuckery? Would our darknesses meld together like I see hers and Luka's doing so often?

"Darling," I call out, grabbing Katriana's attention as Miles starts to pinch and twist her nipples, making her a panting mess.

"Yes," She answers, her big blue eyes pleading.

"You've been a very naughty little girl. Remember my lesson on rules?"

"Yes, sir." She moans as Miles takes one of her tender nipples in his lip, his tongue flickering the tip.

"So you deliberately disobeyed me then?" I ask, raising my brow and challenging the defiant look I see on her face.

"No, Sir, but I..."

I slap my belt against my palm, smiling, glinting across my eyes at the sound of leather hitting my skin. Katrina jumps, startled at the sound, but I can see the arousal growing in her eyes. She wants this as much as I do.

"Excuses will not be tolerated, Little Girl. You've made a mistake; own up to it." I demand as I step up to her and grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I wait for her response, but she chooses not to acknowledge me. Ah, trying to ruffle my feathers, I see. What a little minx.

"Miles, lay her down on the table, pants down, ass up." I snarl, smiling sadistically.

"I like the way you think, Cousin," Miles replies, lifting Katrina like she weighs nothing and walking her toward the table, where he lays her down.

"Miles," Katrina whines batting her big doe eyes at him as he sets her down on the table.

"Yes, Kitten?" He asks innocently, nipping at her breasts while his hand makes quick work of her jeans.

"I need your cock." She whines, pushing out her bottom lip.

"Where do you need my cock?" He asks her in a husky, his nose lined up with her panties. "Do you need me here, Kitten?" He nuzzles into her cunt, licking her seam through her dripping wet panties.

"Yes, Miles, Please." She begs.

"Sorry, Kitten, the only way to get my cock is to control your demon," Miles responds, giving her cunt one more lavishing lick, sucking her clit through her panties before pulling away.

"You are the devil." Katrina hisses at him, pissed, her skin flaming a bright red.

"Well, if we want to be technical, I think you're the one that's technically related to the devil, being his wife's child and all, and I already told you if you want my cock in that tight little kitty of your's then you'll learn to control that Demon of yours, that's pushing through," Miles replies to Katrina, ripping her panties off her, then flipping her over, grabbing her hips, and pulling her ass in the air before giving her wet cunt a few slaps. "I think she's ready for you, Beckett."

Watching Miles take control of our mate, fuck, that was hot. I don't think my cock has ever been harder. Katrina might think we're punishing just her, but we're punishing ourselves too. None of us would like anything more than to bury our cocks in that greedy little pussy of hers; okay, maybe Samael and Luka could find something else to bury their cocks in, but even they can agree pussy isn't the same as ass.

As I walk around the table, taking in the gift Miles has given me, I drag my Belt along Katrina's bear skin, letting the cold leather skim across her hot skin. I'll crack my belt against the table every few steps, enjoying each time she squirms at the sound. Once I've done a full circle, I stop before my mate, dropping to her level.

"Darling, this time, there won't be a safe word. This punishment isn't just because you kept information from us. It's also due to you having no control over your gifts. Do you understand?" I ask, not wanting to proceed until I have my mate's understanding.

Having a safe word is something that's drilled into anyone wanting to step into the BDSM lifestyle. Hell, it should be essential for anyone stepping into the world of consent. Sometimes no is hard, but screaming Supercalifragilisticexpialidociouos can be easy. It's all Yes, Johnny, Lick my pussy, Let me soak your face with my juices, but suddenly when Johnny is about to stick it in, Mary remembers that sex is frowned upon by God; it's Johnny, SuperCaliFragilisticExpialidcious. And no one can pretend they didn't hear Mary saying that phrase instead of a No. Not having a safe word with Katrina is a big No for me. I don't like it. It's not safe, but at this moment, it's necessary. We might have to break our mate before we can help her build herself into something stronger. I don't want to break her. I've never been the kid who breaks his toys. They were always something I treasured, and Katrina she's more than a toy to me; she's my everything, my person. Breaking her will break me. I only hope it doesn't get to that point.

"Darling, tell me you understand. I need to hear you say it."

"Yes, Beckett. I understand." Katrina replies, licking her lips nervously.

I lean in and give her lips a soft kiss before pulling away. "Just remember that everything happening here tonight is for you."

"Just fucking spank me already." She growls, arching her back and wiggling her ass.

I grab my belt from the spot I set it at on the table, dragging the leather across her face. "Suck," I command, pushing a part of the belt into her mouth.

Katrina licks at the leather before closing her mouth on it and suckling it.

"Good girl." I praise her, rubbing her head and earning myself a moan. "Release," I command, waiting for her jaw to slack before pulling it out of her mouth.

"I'm going to spank, you know, little girl. We will start with five, and I want you to count each out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, I understand."

Fuck Me. I didn't have a daddy kink until just now when those words spilled from her mouth. I groan as I grab my cock and squeeze it, trying to relieve myself a little from the aching throb.

"Good girl." I praise, kissing her once more before I step around to show her backside some love,

As I study Katrina's milky white ass, I can hear the moans and groans coming from Samael and Luka as they feed Katrina's lustful desires, and I can see Miles, as he sits himself off to the side, so he can watch me inflict punishment onto Katrina. However, even with everything going on all around us, I still feel like it's just me and Katrina playing the game right now. She's my willing submissive, and I'm her punisher, ready to feed into her darkest desires.