Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
B illy
The scent of my seared flesh momentarily clouds Aubrey’s delicious nutmeg and honey aroma, and I rub my nose to clear it.
Her silver nose ring burns my dick, but nothing in the world would make me stop her.
For one thing, I’m immune to pain–I took too many beatings as a child to even register physical discomfort anymore.
But more than that, I’m in fucking heaven.
I’ve had at least a thousand blowjobs in my lifetime, but none have ever felt like this. I can’t decide if it’s her scent or the fact that she hates me that turns me on so much. Maybe I like that she insists on maintaining her alpha nature, even while on her knees pleasing me.
I haven’t had a female like her before. I haven’t had this sense of craving that goes beyond the physical, straight to my core. Like the very essence of me craves Aubrey.
Her impossibly long, thick curls cascade around her shoulders and down her back.
She moves my cock to the other side of her face and continues sucking my balls and the burning stops. The flesh will blister, but it will heal by tomorrow.
I watch as the lovely human extends her tongue to lick a long line from my balls up the underside of my dick, all the way to the head. I see her gaze snag on the red welts at the base of my cock, so I move quickly to distract her.
I catch both her wrists, hold them together and tug them upward as I stand, pulling her off her knees with her arms stretched above her head. “Do you want my tongue or my cock in that ripe pussy of yours?”
Her pupils dilate, and she sways on her feet. A fresh hit of lust rockets through me at the scent of her arousal. “Both.”
“Greedy. I like that.” I rip her shirt off over her head. She’s wearing a pale pink lace bra beneath it that makes my mouth water.
She shoves her shorts and fishnets down her hips. “You would.”
Holding her gaze, I slowly shake my head. “There’s that mouth again.”
She looks right back at me. Is she daring me to take her in hand?
I know by the scent of her arousal that the idea turns her on, but it’s a big leap when I don’t have verbal consent.
I suspect she simultaneously wants my dominance and to maintain control.
Or she wants me to take her in hand, but to let her save face at the same time. I’ll have to tread carefully.
If this goes wrong, and she tells Madi, Brick will cut off my dick.
I spin her around and press her upper back down over the side of the bed.
She tenses and holds her breath but doesn’t fight me or protest. I unhook her bra from the back.
Anticipation sparks everywhere in my body.
My need to consume her flames hotter. I want to dominate the hell out of her.
To own that hot body. To show her everything I make her feel.
I want to hear her moan. Scream. Beg.
I want Aubrey Cook. The chaos-inducing, puppy toting, disrespectful human who, for some inexplicable reason, makes my cock harder than steel.
I slap her ass, then slide both of my hands over her hips and down her outer thighs to finish removing her shorts and fishnets.
Since she didn’t complain about the spank, I’m torn between giving her a proper punishment and getting my mouth on that wet cunt of hers.
Before I remember not to show her my strength, I’ve lifted her hips in the air and placed her knees on the mattress. She balances on her hands and knees, but I push between her shoulder blades, forcing her beautiful breasts to my gray silk bedcover.
Dew glistens on her labia. I give her other butt cheek a slap, hard enough to make a loud smacking sound. I lean over and bite her ass. “You’re so fucking delectable.”
It’s not like me to dish out praise, even to a sex partner, but the honesty just tumbles out of my mouth. I part her ass cheeks and lick her pussy. “Push that ass out,” I order, making my voice a bark.
Pepper whimpers at the sound from outside the door. I sent him a mental image of waiting for me in the hall earlier, and he wisely obeyed.
I slide my thumb in Aubrey’s wet channel, splaying my fingers over her sacrum, and pump in and out. She’s juicier than a peach, ripe for plucking. “I’m going to show you what happens when you’ve earned a punishment from me.”
Her walls squeeze around my thumb, proving my notion that she’s more than into this scenario.
I remove my thumb from her channel and use the moisture gathered to rub over her asshole.
She squeezes against the sensation.
I spank her–just one slap–but when she moans in pleasure, I decide it’s time for a proper punishment.
I deliver a flurry of light spanks, warming her ass without challenging her, then I stop and circle her ass with my palm, rubbing and squeezing. “Stay right there,” I command.
I have no idea if she’ll obey.
Or if she’ll obey but give me lip about it.
She doesn’t. She appears to have entered the mental zone of surrender.
I kiss one red cheek before I swiftly go to retrieve a bottle of lube from my ensuite bathroom.
Pepper sticks his nose through the bedroom door and wags his tail, but I ignore him. He retreats again.
Returning with the open lube bottle, I dribble a dollop over her anus.
She jerks, so I hold her hip to steady and reassure her.
Like the puppy who simply requires an alpha, her body needs the security of being owned, so she can let go and experience deep pleasure.
If she feels unsafe, her brain will stay on line, parsing the situation, trying to decide what to do next, or how to respond.
She will be in performance or protection mode.
I want her in receiving mode. I need her to feel my control deeply. To know that I’m in charge now–she doesn’t have to worry about anything but obeying my directions.
A blindfold would help. Tying her up would add to the sensory experience as well.
I need to slow down and deliver a scene she’ll want to repeat. My wolf has me on edge, dying to fuck her into oblivion, but now is not the time for me to take. Now is the time to give.
I marshal my self-control, putting my wolf on lock. I walk to my closet and grab two ties. When I return, I slide one around Aubrey’s head to cover her eyes. She shifts and turns her head to let me tie it in the back, then lowers her cheek back to my bedspread.
I grab a pillow from the pile at the headboard and lift her torso to slide one under her chest to take some of the pressure off her neck and make her more comfortable when her hands are tied behind her back.
I pick up one wrist, twist it behind her back, and then twist back the other.
I take my time looping the silk tie around her wrists, but I tie it snugly.
If she wants out, she’ll have to ask. I sense the anticipation building in Aubrey.
Her scent has a warmth, like she’s in the throes of pleasure already.
“Now you can focus, Silver,” I tell her. “I’m going to give you my tongue and my cock, as requested. But first there’s the matter of your punishment.”
Aubrey’s only response is a soft sigh.
She’s fully on board.
To keep her off-balance, I don’t spank her yet. I pry her upper thighs open with my thumbs and lick into her. I tongue her swollen clit, then suck on her labia. She’s freshly shaven from front to back, making her skin smooth and easy to devour.
A strange sensation comes over me as I taste her.
A wash of pleasure–not physical. More ethereal.
Metaphysical. I work and wiggle my tongue in her folds, and lap her juices and the pleasure increases.
It’s a sense of rightness mingled with excitement–like the thrill my wolf gets when he’s caught the fresh scent of wild game and knows the kill is nigh.
I try to tell myself it’s my dick talking.
I’ve been hard for this human since Brick and Madi’s engagement party. Actually, since I first met her at La Résistance. My dick’s just happy I’m finally going to get to fuck her out of my system.
It’s definitely not fate talking. That would mean…
No.
Absolutely not.
I’m not fated to a human.
The idea irritates me enough that I spank Aubrey as I lick her.
She moans. I spank her again, staying busy with my tongue as I smart her soft ass with the flat of my palm.
No fucking way I’m fated to a human.
I change hands and slap her other cheek, delivering several stinging blows as I lave her entire pussy with my tongue.
I find her asshole with my right thumb. The lube I dribbled there earlier has warmed to her body temperature now, and it’s easy to work my digit into her opening.
Her moans grow more guttural.
I don’t fuck her ass with my thumb, I just leave it inside her. Then I lift my head and start spanking her in earnest–hard slaps where ass meets thigh, first one side, then the other.
She whimpers, but takes it well, staying perfectly still. Her thighs begin to tremble. Her cunt drips arousal onto my bedspread.
I’m normally OCD neat, but I already know I’m not washing anything when we’re done. I want to sleep with her scent in my bed tonight.
Every night , my wolf insists.
I shut him up by spanking Aubrey harder. The pitch of her cries takes on a note of intensity, so I stop and rub her heated flesh as I slowly fuck her ass with my thumb.
Realizing she’s about to come, I rub her clit with the fingers of my other hand.
“Oh God!” she cries.
“Did that spanking get you hot, Aubrey?” I rumble. “Are you going to come before I even put my cock inside you?”
Two fingers slip inside her without me even meaning to penetrate–her flesh is that swollen, slick and open.
“Oh fuck.”
I pump my thumb and fingers.
“Oh my God. Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” She immediately clamps down on them, as if waiting for something to come around. Her juices soak my fingers as she orgasms.
My wolf howls with satisfaction.
That sense of metaphysical satisfaction also loops through me.
I pump until Aubrey’s done, then I say, “Bad girl. I didn’t say you could come.”
Aubrey
Now that I’ve had my funishment–and it was searing hot–I wrest back control.