Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Wolf
I bite back a moan as the brat flashes me a glimpse of her ass. She will soon discover that baiting a wolf shifter, particularly an alpha, does not end well. As she folds her clothing and stows it on her dresser, I anticipate the path that opens before us. I’m a patient man, as is my wolf. We are both pleased with this turn of events. Training such a sweet, tiny beta for our needs will take time. We shall savor every step.
A pretty flush stains her cheeks. She does not meet my eyes as she stands before me, hands tugging on the hem of her shirt. I do not like the fucking clothes she wears. Not one bit. When I claim her as mine, she will wear something more suitable that will give me easy access to her hot cunt.
Claim?
I already know I am fucking gone for her.
“Look at me, Fawn.”
When I tip her chin with my fingertips, I see defiance, heat, and a little wariness in her eyes. But there is longing and adoration that is either new or I was too dense to notice. I dare to hope that this heralds the beginnings of a deeper bond.
Her eyes brim. She was not playing me when she spoke of her fears that I might send her to the human village. It was a moment of madness on my part to suggest as much to Flint. Still, Fawn needs to understand that the parameters between us are about to change.
“This is not the first time you have done something foolish,” I say. “Since your mother passed away a year ago, you have struggled on your own.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I lift my hand to halt her words.
“I am not angry with you. Your father was a good man, and your mother was well respected. That they passed and left you alone is the will of the Goddess. But the fact remains that some lasses need a protector. A male figure in their lives, a partner, a lover, who can guide and cherish them and ensure they are always safe.
“Please do not marry me off. I do not like any young men from the village. I can stay here with Blue and Greta. Your pack leader swore to my mother as I could.”
As I take her hand, her ramble stops. “Make no mistake, Fawn. I would kill any man who laid a single finger upon you, be he a villager or a pack member.”
She gulps. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable, reminding me that although I will claim her, there are many stages, each requiring time.
“I fully intend to be the one guiding you, starting with a proper correction which is long overdue. Now, over you go, lass.” I pat my lap. “It would appear I did not make a firm enough impression yesterday. I expect your bottom will be very sore before I’m done.”
Her face flushes a pretty shade of pink, and her legs twitch together.
My cock is stone-hard thinking about putting my hand on her plump ass—there is going to be some suffering all around. I want to strip her naked and feast my eyes on the body that will soon be mine, but that will have to wait.
“If you can be good for me during this, I will make you feel better after.”
“H-how?”
When she doesn’t move, I take her wrist and draw her toward me. “You will find out soon enough.”
She squeaks as her belly makes contact with my lap, fidgeting, trying to pull her shirt down over her ass.
My palm lands against her plump ass with a crack. “Hands away this instant, or I will need to use my belt.”
“Oh!”
I pause to brush her hair from her cheek and cup her chin, turning her a little so she can face me. “I’m going to lift your shirt up so that it doesn’t get in my way during your punishment.”
She nods, pretty eyes wide.
“Good girl,” I say, smiling when her eyes soften under my praise. “I am so proud of you.”
Fawn
He is going to make me feel good once the punishment is done. I’m giddy with excitement and don’t even care about the spanking that must come first.
Then I feel him lifting the hem of my shirt, and all the excitement shifts to my core... my pussy squeezes, and I can feel myself growing wet.
“Open your legs, Fawn.”
My mind plays back and forth between the use of my name and the instruction. I fidget a little, wondering if Wolf will see that I’m aroused, whether he will scent it when I open my legs.
He taps my thigh to remind me to obey. Wolf has told me to part my legs for him, and I want to please him.
I settle myself over him and let my thighs part.
“That’s my brave girl,” he says, cupping my ass. His hand feels warm and a little rough against my skin. “Try to relax for me, and it will go easier on you.”
The first spank is sharp, the second sharper still. I’m soon gasping and wriggling as he peppers one cheek and then the other with his monstrous palm. This is much firmer than last time. He said it would be, but I didn’t fully understand.
“Ow! It hurts!”
“It is meant to, little girl.”
Oh, I am relegated to a little girl now? No more Fawn? The heat he generates on my bottom rises from a sting to the fiery pits of hell. I jerk, twitch, and twist. The pain morphs into a strange heat that moves all the way to my pussy, making me hot and achy there. My hands are pinned securely. With nowhere to go, I can only endure my firm chastisement.
I dare to close my legs.
The next spank lands against my exposed pussy with a shameful, wet slap.
“Open your legs this instant,” he commands, continuing to spank my pussy until I can obey him and thrust my thighs apart.
The next few spanks land on my tender sit spot, and a sob bursts from my lips.
It takes a few heaving breaths before I realize he has stopped and is petting and pinching the tender flesh.
“Good girl. It’s over now. Do you want me to make you feel good?”
“Y-yes, please. I want to feel good.”
I am all urgent inside, my cheeks wet with tears and nose running in a most unpleasant way, but his fingers skimming closer to my sore, spanked pussy, brings stillness to my breath.
His fingertips find the evidence of my shame, he makes a tutting noise. “What a perfect, filthy, little beta. All wet and ready for her Wolf.”
I groan as his fingertips slide through the wetness to catch the little sensitive bud near the top. At some point, he will find out I’m not a beta, but I push that to the back. He circles my clit slowly before dipping down and sliding a thick finger a small way inside my pussy.
“You’re very tight, love.”
He presses a second finger inside, making all the little nerves spark to life. Then he begins slow, shallow pumps before circling around my clit, and repeating again.
I moan and push my bottom back, trying to get more.
He is not to be hurried. He takes his time playing with me, making the whole area tingle and swell before finally, he begins to pump his fingers inside me, opening me, building the sensation into a giant swirling mass of pleasure.
I cannot bear more.
I cannot bear him to stop.
Wolf
Her cunt is hot and wet. My thrusting fingers make sticky, squelching sounds as they move in and out. Petting her makes my balls draw tight, and my cock flex for the need to fill her all up.
“Oh my god, oh my god.”
She chants nonsense as I work her slick little fuck hole.
“Good girl. Do your best to stay nice and relaxed so I can open you all up.” I am getting ahead of myself. I’m only supposed to be getting her off, but I’m already preparing her tight pussy to accept my dick.
I gently swipe my thumb all over the slippery, swollen nub of her clit.
“I’m coming!”
Her pussy clamps down over my fingers like a vise, gushing and spasming around me.
“Um!!!”
I don’t stop pumping my fingers and keep petting her swollen clit because I’m sure Fawn has another one in her. The filthy, sticky sounds make my mouth water for a taste. I told myself I would wait for that, but I don’t know if I can. “That’s my good girl. Come for me again.”
She does, humping her hips frantically, trying to get my fingers deeper inside.
I spank her ass with my other hand, making her gasp and clench over my fingers.
“I think I might need to spank this deserving ass again tomorrow,” I say, working her slick pussy in time with my spanks. “Happen some daily maintenance discipline might be in order.”
She comes, gasping and ejecting such a powerful flood that it spatters the floor.
“Oh! Please stop… I don’t like it… can’t… I can’t.”
She comes yet again, body rigid and neck arched as she emits a silent scream. Her pussy gushes around my fingers and drips onto the floor. Finally, her chest heaving, she falls limp across my lap.
I am one lucky bastard. The lass is a squirter, for sure. “Good girl.” I draw my fingers from her cunt and don’t even try to fight the urge to lift them to my lips.
Fawn
I’m a limp, insensible puddle lying on his lap as Wolf licks his fingers that have just been inside me with noisy abandon. My bottom is sore and lashed by waves of heat. My pussy is all sore inside where he has touched me but clenches with interest at the sound of his noisy lapping. Another splat lands against the floor, bringing a flush of shame to my cheeks.
“You have made a little mess,” he announces to my mortification. “It was for the best that we took your pants and panties off before we started. They would have been ruined.”
He turns me over in his arms, and I hiss with displeasure when my sore bottom touches his pants. His blue eyes are swallowed by darkness, and his face is flushed. His cock kicks against my hip.
I desperately want him inside me, imagining how it would feel with his powerful body crowding over me, filling me all up, taking away this terrible emptiness.
He cups my cheek, then skims his hand down my throat to settle with proprietary intent over my right breast. It is a big hand, and I feel the heat from it radiating through my clothing. My nipple grows painfully hard and aroused just from this light touch.
“Tomorrow, I think you will need to be fully naked. That way I can easily get to your pretty tits. You are very responsive, Fawn. I think your nipples and tits will respond well to a little discipline and play.” He brushes his thumb back and forth over my nipple, and a shot of pleasure fires all the way to my clit.
I was feeling a little snoozy, but I perk up at this news. The mere mention of disciplining any part of me sets off little sparks. My pussy clenches tightly, and to my shame, yet more arousal trickles out.
“Now, lass. You will get some sleep.” He rises and lowers me into bed. “I will turn the lamp down and bring Blue in before I go. Try and get a good night’s sleep.”
I don’t want him to go. I want him to climb into bed with me and hold me through the night.
“I want you to stay,” I blurt out.
“If I stay, I will fuck you,” he says bluntly.
My chest heaves. “I-I want that, too.”
“Not today, lass.” He presses a kiss to my forehead, and then he is gone.