Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Olivia couldn’t catch her breath. Her brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders, either. The room was spinning. She didn’t dare move. Mostly because she secretly liked Damon’s bossy side.
Under ordinary circumstances, his demands made her horny, but she couldn’t actually get more aroused than she was right now. Even though they’d just consummated their mating, she wanted to do it again. If it was possible, the urge to repeat that performance was even stronger than it had been the first time.
“Good girl,” he praised as he returned to the side of the bed. “I don’t trust that sassy rebellious streak in you,” he joked. “I’m never quite sure if you’ll obey me or not.”
She liked that he was teasing her. She also liked that he obviously wouldn’t mind if she disregarded his rules. He would undoubtedly spank her when she disobeyed him, but was that really a bad thing?
Daddy parted her knees wider and carefully wiped her with a warm damp cloth. “Are you sore, Baby girl?”
“I don’t think so,” she answered honestly. “Why do I feel like we need to do it again? Immediately?”
He chuckled. “That’s normal, and we will. In a few minutes.”
She smiled. “Good. How about now?” She reached for him.
He ignored her outstretched arms and gently rolled her to her side. A moment later, he lifted her top leg several inches, bent it, and settled it on top of a pillow.
“What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked, leery.
He set a hand on her hip, applying just enough pressure to keep her from squirming. “I need to take your temperature, Baby girl.”
Something cold and slippery touched her bottom—specifically her forbidden hole. She clenched her cheeks together and twisted her head to face him even though she couldn’t see anything but the outline of his body. “Daddy?” Her voice rose with her panic.
“The thermometer needs to go in your bottom, Baby girl. Hold still for me.” The tip of the device pressed against her tight opening.
She squirmed hard, trying to free herself while her face heated from the mortification. “No, Daddy.” Her voice sounded high-pitched and desperate even to her own ears.
Daddy gripped her hip firmer, parted her cheeks to expose her rosette to his view, and slid the glass rod into her bottom.
She grabbed at the sheets with her hand, trying to get a grip so she could pull herself away from him. “Daddy, stop. I don’t like it.” The rod felt enormous.
Daddy turned it a few times and pushed it in deeper. “Relax, Baby girl. Daddy will need to take your temperature several times in the night. It’s how I’ll know that you’re getting closer to your first shift.”
“Why?” she squealed. “Can’t I just shift. I don’t want that in my bottom.”
He pulled it out a tiny bit and then went deeper. “Daddy will be intimate with every inch of you, Little rebel. Inside and out. Even your bottom. You already know that.”
She shook her head back and forth, unable to get him to stop. Her heart raced. And, and…and her pussy throbbed. The next time he eased the rod deeper, a rush of wetness escaped her, and her breath hitched.
Damon set a knee on the bed and climbed up next to her. He leaned over to kiss her shoulder before inhaling deeply. “Don’t lie to Daddy.”
She gasped and bit her lip. Darn him for being able to scent her so easily. Resigned, she forced her body to relax and stopped fighting him. She wasn’t going to win. She just needed to wait this out. Surely it was almost over.
A whoosh of breath left her when he finally removed the thick rod. She imagined him looking at it, and the rustling must have been him cleaning it off before he leaned away from her and set it on the nightstand with a clink.
She hadn’t moved, and she was glad when he returned to spoon her body from behind. His cock nestled against her bottom, and he slid his thigh up against her pussy.
Olivia rubbed herself against him. She needed the friction like a drug.
“That’s my good girl. Take what you need, Little rebel.” He brushed her hair from her face as he pushed his thigh more firmly against her. “Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll thrust into you from behind.”
She was ready now.
He stroked her cheek with one finger. She was pretty sure he was propped up on an elbow staring at her, and she was so jealous that he could do so.
“You’re so beautiful, Olivia,” he whispered reverently. “Like sunshine and happiness. Do you want my cock inside you?”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to finger your bottom while I make you come on my cock again?”
Her breath hitched at both the words and the easy tone he’d used. She was about to twist around and glare at him, but he slid his hand down her butt cheek and tapped her tight hole.
“Daddy…” she breathed out.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Most Little wolves like their bottoms played with. There are nerve endings inside you that heighten your arousal.” He stroked the puckered hole. “My finger will feel even better than the thermometer. I promise.”
Her face was heated, from the imminent shift or embarrassment?
Daddy circled the little hole.
Olivia clenched it tight.
He kissed her shoulder and down her arm. “You’re mine, Little rebel. Every inch of you. Even this naughty little hole.”
She shuddered.
Daddy rose up, rolled her onto her tummy, and lifted her hips off the mattress.
Before she could ask what he was doing, he slid two pillows under her tummy. A second later, he lined himself up with her pussy from behind and stroked through her folds. “You want this, Baby girl?”
He did not play fair. “Yes, please.”
“How about this? You want this, too?” He set a thumb on her forbidden hole and applied slight pressure. The entrance was still slippery from whatever lube he must have used on the thermometer.
“Please, Daddy,” she cried out.
He thrust into her with his cock, making her gasp as she arched her head off the bed. Holy cow. It was so powerful. How could it have been even more powerful than the first time?
When he eased almost out, he pushed his thumb into her bottom.
She whimpered, uncertain about this naughty addition to their sex. But it felt good, and it felt even better when he thrust in with his erection again.
Moaning slid from her lips. Her eyes rolled back. If she were a sighted person, she wouldn’t be right now anyway. Her vision would surely be blurred or nonexistent with her eyes in the back of her head.
“That’s my girl. Come for Daddy. Let it feel good.”
Like a trained pet, Olivia came. Surprising herself, both her rectum and her channel clenched around his thumb and shaft. She hadn’t even needed contact with her clit.
She fisted the sheets beside her head and let out a primal growl. “ More .”
Daddy didn’t disappoint her. He removed his thumb, grabbed her hips, and thrust harder and faster. He was groaning above her, which made her feel powerful and attractive and sexy and desirable.
She didn’t even care that he’d penetrated her bottom anymore. She couldn’t imagine why she’d ever cared. She suddenly knew she would do anything he asked at any time.
This connection with him was so powerful. She had known it would be different from anything she’d ever seen in the valley. Her mother had warned her that the mark fated her to a more intense bonding experience. But she hadn’t expected anything like this.
Ten hours ago, Olivia had been an innocent girl/woman who’d known only the basics about sex. She’d been wearing a modest ceremonial dress that covered nearly every inch of her skin with layers underneath it to keep every part of her hidden.
Now she was someone she didn’t recognize. Someone who’d spent a large part of the day exposed to her mate. She’d worn a dress that had been made of one-tenth the amount of fabric of any dress she’d ever worn in her life.
She’d known she would submit to her mate. That was the way of her people. It was a natural inclination she couldn’t deny. But the level of submission he’d demanded was far deeper than anything she could have envisioned.
She was so wanton right now that she no longer cared what he saw or how vocal she might be as he plunged in and out of her, driving her toward another level of ecstasy. It was coming. It was close.
The primal sounds coming out of her mouth made her wonder if they were a signal that her wolf was pushing toward the surface as she bucked and writhed, wanting her Daddy deeper.
Suddenly Damon wrapped his arms around her and lifted her straight off the bed so that she was on her knees. He held her up with one hand snaking up between her breasts to grip her jaw. The other tugged the pillow under her knees. To elevate her a few more inches?
He kept thrusting almost without pause, keeping her back plastered to his chest now. Her breasts bounced heavily against his forearm. After arranging the pillow, he brought his fingers to her clit and rubbed.
Olivia screamed as she came yet again, and Daddy didn’t stop pressing against her clit. When it became too much and she was overly sensitive, she whimpered and tried to push his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pressed his fingers against her swollen nub and held tight.
“Daddy…” Her entire body was shaking. It seemed like she was on fire.
He flattened his wrist to her tummy, the mark sending sparks through her body.
She cried out yet again. Thank goodness there were no close neighbors. Her brain was mush. Daddy was the only thing holding her upright. Between his palm against her throat, his mark in contact with her stomach, his fingers tormenting her clit, and his cock buried inside her, she had lost all control.
Fighting against what he demanded was useless, so she grabbed onto his biceps with both hands and held on for the ride.
He stopped thrusting for a moment, kissing her neck. “You’re mine, Baby girl.”
She nodded slightly, which wasn’t easy with his fingers gripping her jaw. She was certainly his. She always had been, but there was no doubt left any longer. “You’re mine, too,” she murmured.
“Fuck right I am.” He thrust again.
She gasped.
“Do you have any idea how much you please me, Little rebel?”
“Mmm.”
Another deep thrust, his fingers still pressing against her clit. “You are perfection. Every inch of you, inside and out.”
“I’m blind,” she pointed out on a whimper. It was so hard to focus. Why did he want to talk right now?
“Your visual challenges do not make you less perfect. You will see anything you need to see through me. Always. I will hold you close to anything you want to explore, describe it to you, let you scent it, touch it, hear it, taste it if necessary. In the safety of my arms, you will not miss out on anything. I promise you that.”
Tears ran down her cheeks. He was so demanding in everything, including his commitment to making her life as rich as possible. Insistent upon it.
Another thrust made her breath hitch. She was close to yet another orgasm. She hadn’t even known what an orgasm would feel like before today. Hell, she hadn’t even known there was such a thing.
Daddy eased back on the pressure against her clit, but only so he could stroke it again.
She was overwhelmed with so much emotion and stimulation that she didn’t think she could survive more. She released his arm to push on his hand. “No more.”
He ignored her protest and easily shook her hand away before lifting his fingers back and swatting her swollen clit with his fingers.
Olivia screamed even louder as the shock raced through her body and drove her to another orgasm. Her clit pulsed from the sting and the release. Her cries were unintelligible and loud as he resumed pounding into her.
“One more, Baby girl,” he growled into her ear.
She shook her head.
He swatted her clit again. “One more for Daddy,” he demanded, as his enormous erection thrust in and out of her, deeper and deeper, taking her off the planet.
She gave him what he commanded because she had no control over her own body. It belonged to Damon now. It belonged to her Daddy. She would never be able to deny him anything. It was Fated.
She was his, and he was hers.