Chapter 5 #2
The belt thrashed against my bottom, over and over.
He kicked my feet open wide and the end of the belt clipped the area in between my cheeks, causing me to cry out from the intensity of the extremely harsh sting that followed.
Despite all of that though, my bare pussy was wet and exposed and as the belt rained down, a terrifying realization dawned on me.
The belt could hit between my thighs too and I was so very ashamed that the thought of that was making me even wetter.
As a measure of self-preservation, I attempted to press my legs back together so that I could hide my most vulnerable flesh, but he swiftly kicked my feet apart.
He deliberately swung the belt between my legs, swatting my pussy with the flat of the leather hard enough to silently warn me to keep still.
I froze, fearful and desperately aroused.
What was wrong with me? Why was the thought of him hurting me like this turning me on?
I’d told myself that last night had been a fluke.
I’d vowed to never let it happen again, but here I was wet for him once more.
Wanting him. Needing him. I was doing everything I’d swore I wouldn’t do again.
I couldn’t stop myself. I was caught in a red haze of arousal and my head couldn’t work my way out of it.
I was caught up in the idea of him.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him all day.
I couldn’t forget the way my body had gripped the length of his cock.
The feel of him surging in and out of me roughly enough to leave my pussy quite sore long after he was through with me had been on my mind all day.
With every step, I’d felt him between my thighs just like he promised.
I don’t know why, but I liked that.
There was something else he’d said he’d do too. Something even more forbidden. Something filthy and dirty and wrong. That didn’t stop me from wanting that as well.
Why?
My thighs trembled and my pussy clenched hard in anticipation.
“You will keep your legs open. If I have to make you, I’ll be forced to turn this little pussy bright red with my belt,” he demanded.
I obeyed and I didn’t understand why.
I cried out and the belt lashed against my backside once again with brutal force.
He whipped the tops of my cheeks, and I clenched them, but that only made the pain that much worse.
The belt descended lower and lower until the only thing it was punishing was the backs of my thighs.
With a concerted amount of effort, I forced myself to relax and take whatever he gave me, but it was so very hard.
I pressed my lips together, determined to show him that I could be strong and make it through whatever he intended to inflict.
The belt was so much worse than his hand had been however, and it took everything in me to keep my lips shut.
I bit the inside of my cheek, desperately trying to keep myself quiet. I bit hard enough to taste blood.
I vowed that he wouldn’t break me.
As if he could read my thoughts, he whipped me harder and the first real cry of distress fled my lips. I struggled beneath him, and Lawson cleared his throat. The sound of it made me nervous.
“Take her hands, Toboe,” he murmured. “Ava, I want you to meet my beta. He is my second in command.”
Without ceremony, the man who had entered the room with him rounded the desk and grasped my wrists in his strong hands.
Lawson’s palm flattened on my back, holding me even more firmly than before.
I tried to twist my hands out of the beta’s clutches, but I was at such a disadvantage that it did absolutely nothing at all.
I was trapped and just when I thought the belting couldn’t get any harder, it did.
It got so much worse. I tried to arch into each lash and that did nothing.
My legs pressed together involuntarily even though I tried to keep them apart.
He growled in warning and through sheer force of will, I slid my right foot to the side a few inches.
“Good girl,” he purred.
I don’t know why, but those two words settled me.
The belt thrashed my bare bottom so thoroughly that I knew I would be sore for a long time after he was through with me.
My bottom cheeks burned, and my thighs felt like they’d been scalded with boiling hot water.
For the first time, I began to feel regret.
Maybe if I had waited, maybe if I’d spent more time trying to figure out who Lawson was, I could have figured out just how much power he wielded over the quarter.
Maybe he could have helped me get the answers I was looking for.
“Please. I’m sorry,” I pleaded.
My vow to be quiet had long fled. Each lash flared hot against my skin and when several descended even lower on my thighs, my eyes began to water.
I didn’t want to cry.
“Please,” I begged. My fingernails scratched against the wood beneath me, and a hard shudder raced down my spine.
There was nothing I could think of other than the punishing leather of his belt.
One lash.
Pain.
Another.
Agony.
The first sob pitched me forward and a single tear dripped down my cheek. More followed and soon, there was a tiny puddle pooling beneath my chin.
I broke for him, and I broke hard.
In that moment, I knew that I was his. I’d denied it before, but I couldn’t anymore. All I wanted was to feel my body against his. I wanted his arms around me.
The metal clasp of his belt clinked against the wooden desk, but I was crying too hard to really notice. Toboe’s fingers relaxed around my wrists as did Lawson’s on my back.
“Shhh. It’s alright, little mate,” he murmured softly.
His arms were suddenly around me, lifting me off the desk and cradling me within them.
He sat down in one of the massive leather armchairs that were set in front of the grand desk and pulled me into his lap.
I wasn’t certain why, but I clutched at him as if he was a lifeline, as if I’d fall into pieces if I ever let go.
I nestled my face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent and trying to stop myself from crying.
“Such a good girl,” he purred.
There it was again. Those two words that made my heart flutter and my pussy flood with heat.
His arms closed around me even tighter and the feeling of his body on mine was more than I could handle. The tip of my nose brushed against his throat as his fingers grazed beneath my chin. With a single finger, he lifted my gaze to meet his.
My eyes searched his and I chewed my lip, feeling unsure and unsteady, but it turned out that didn’t matter.
He pressed his mouth to mine, his kiss possessive and wanting and entirely in control.
My hand ventured up the hard lines of his chest as his tongue tangled with my own and I lost myself in everything that was him.
His scent.
His love.
The way he’d punished me and rewarded me with his kiss.
His hand slipped between my thighs, and I sucked in a shaky breath. My clit pulsed hard, and a soft whine escaped me.
His belt had been vicious across my bare bottom and the backs of my thighs felt more than a little marked from it, but the rest of me was burning up inside with need and it only grew hotter the more I thought about it.
He cupped my pussy gently and rubbed the pads of his fingers between my wet folds, finding my clit and teasing it just hard enough to make me squirm against him.
His touch turned more persistent, firmer and then he drew back just enough so that he could slide one finger inside me.
“My, my, little mate. You’re soaking wet for me, aren’t you?” he asked.
I blushed at his observation. He was right. I was so very wet right now and I couldn’t deny the fact that it was all his fault. His dominance over me had awakened something deep inside me, a need I hadn’t known was there. That knowledge ensured I would never be the same again.
“I expect an answer, little one,” he coaxed, and he pumped that single digit in and out of me. He moved slowly, like he was taunting me with the pleasure that I knew his finger was capable of.
“Yes,” I squeaked, feeling my face redden even further.
“When you’re being punished, little mate, you will refer to me as your alpha. Now answer me properly, or you’ll go over my knee,” he demanded softly.
I chewed my lip, and he used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear from my cheek.
There it was. The gentleness I’d seen just last night.
I swallowed heavily.
“Yes, alpha,” I whispered. I stared back at him, feeling so unsure of myself. My fingers trembled and I pressed them against my thighs.
He smiled and his eyes sparkled with pride.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and my clit pulsed with desire at his praise.
Yesterday, we’d felt like strangers. Today, he was looking at me like I was his lover and I liked that.
“We’re going to have to take care of this soaking wet little pussy, aren’t we, my pretty mate?”
“You keep calling me that. I’m not even a wolf.
How can I possibly be your mate?” I asked.
I didn’t intend to be rebellious or anything of the sort.
I was just curious, and his eyes glinted with a sudden fierce possessiveness that made my heart flutter with hope that maybe he could feel something like what I was beginning to feel too.
His hand returned to its place between my thighs, and I sucked in an aroused breath.
“Do you think an alpha cannot recognize his one true mate, little one? You and I are fated for each other. You fight me with that beautifully fierce mind, but your body already knows that we are meant for one another. Your nipples are hard and begging for me to kiss them. Even now, your eyes are dilated, your shoulders are bowing toward me, and even though your bottom bears the mark of my belt, you’re soaking wet for me.
You need me to take you. I am your mate, and your body knows that I am your alpha.
It is only a matter of time before the rest of you follows,” he explained and with every word, he slid his fingertip up and down my clit.
I felt like I was on fire.