Chapter 5 #2
I blush all the way to my toes. I don’t know how he is doing this to me, but I know it is not fair, and I know that he knows exactly what words to say to make my whole body feel as though he’s already been inside me, already knows me, has already claimed me.
“Fuck off,” I mutter, trying to push that feeling away.
He reaches out, takes me by the hand, and spins me up from the chair, smacking my ass hard at the same time. I gasp from the shock of the slap, but there are so many more to come.
He was not lying about my choices. I end up over his knee on the bed. I am held there, in place, as helpless as I have ever been against his superior strength.
“You are such a naughty girl,” he says, his dark voice laced with delight as he spanks me over the skirt and then under it. He lets his hand drift down, fingertips running lightly over the fabric covering my sex before he spanks me again.
He’s going to drive me mad, I know it. I am not going to be able to take this.
“I know what you’ve been up to all this time. All these little ploys to ensure your group has my attention. And why? Because this sweet pussy is unmated and you need her to be fucked.”
He pats my pussy as he says those words. It’s almost an affectionate touch. There’s no rough intensity; he’s not forcing my panties to the side and filling me up. He’s not giving me the satisfaction of that kind of first mating.
If he just took me, not caring what I wanted, I’d get to pretend this was something done against my will.
He’s going to make me ask for it.
But he doesn’t know me.
As much as my instincts might make me want sex, I am terrified of what comes next. Fucking means shifting, and shifting means the end of everything.
He spanks me hard, sharp swats that jolt me against his hard thigh and sent flashes of heat right through to the traitorous core of me.
This erotic battle of wills has just begun, and I already feel my grip on my resolve slipping.
He pauses a moment, runs his hand over my ass, his fingers grazing lightly between my thighs.
“You know you belong to me. You’ve known it since you first saw me, and I have known it since I first saw you. I want you, Nicky. I need you. And once I claim you, you will be mine forever.”
The sensation of his fingers between my legs is so tender and so intense at the same time. I feel myself arching up toward his hand, silently begging him for more touch.
He rewards me by ghosting the tips of his fingers around my underwear-clad clit. I let out a soft moan as I lose yet more ground. I want him to make me come so bad.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growls down at me. “Such a wild, tempestuous thing. And you have so much potential yet to be discovered. You have no idea the things you can feel and all you can be.”
He punctuates those words with a firmer rub to my clit, putting me into a temporary trance as I focus all my attention on his fingers and the feeling and the fact that my underwear is getting completely soaked through by my arousal.
He pauses, moves his fingers to the waistband of my panties, and slowly peels them down over my ass and thighs, removing them from my legs entirely.
I spread for him as he slides his hand back up the inside of my thigh and once again teases my pussy.
“You’re absolutely soaked,” he says. The feeling of him being up there, holding me, looking down at me, seeing the undeniable reaction between my legs and knowing this ends with me impaled in a way I’ve never been before gives me both hot bursts of shame and nervous anticipation.
He slides a finger between my lips, presses it a little way inside me and stops as he reaches the inner barrier that tells him everything he needs to know about me.
* * *
Rex
It’s so easy to forget how virginal she is. The attitude, the power, she seems more precocious than she is. I think back to yesterday, when she stood in the office she’d more or less stolen from me and told me to get the fuck out of it. The nerve of this little whelp is incredible.
I slide my finger out and then back in, toying with her. She wants to squirm and buck, but I wrap my other arm tight around her waist and keep her right where she is.
The whining little whimper of complaint makes me smile. She thinks she’s resisting me, but I know I could have her wrapped around my cock at any moment. There is nothing she could do to stop me. She knows that. I know that.
“Tell me what you want,” I say softly, drawing my finger slowly out of her virginal pussy. Taking my time with her is proving to be a delicious reward in its own right. I am going to make her feel every bit of her deflowering.
“I don’t know,” she whimpers.
But she does. Of course she does. There is only one thing for her to want, and it is to be bred.
This little she-wolf has been saving herself for me for her entire life.
The resistance at the tip of my finger is going to disappear today.
I work my finger in a little more, slowly circling inside her.
I want to help her adjust to being filled, and if I can gently remove that barrier before my cock is inside her, that would be ideal.
I know a lot of brutal alphas would want to rip through that with their cocks.
They’d enjoy the shriek of pain, the tears.
They’d mistake all of that for dominance.
I am sure the time will come when I pin her down and fuck her senseless, but this first time I want to instill a more sophisticated set of lessons in her.
The first being, her pleasure is dependent on her obedience.
Good girls get to come. Naughty, resistant little whelps get a very different kind of breeding.
“Please,” she whines.
“Please, what?”
Her growl of frustration makes me smile.
All she has do is actually ask for what she wants, but she is too proud to do that.
So I keep teasing her, keep winding her up along a path of desire that can only have one conclusion.
And every time she denies her own needs, I spank her ass, landing heavy swatting slaps to her bare cheeks until I am sure the pleasure and pain are starting to become one thing inside her.
I pick her up from my lap and lay her down on the bed. She does not move. She doesn’t need me to pin her down anymore. She is so fucking aroused that she is practically in an erotic stupor. Her hips are moving in a near constant grinding motion as she watches me strip down in front of her.
My cock is rock hard, thick, and imposing. Her eyes go right to it as she lies there, a pretty sky-lit sacrifice to the endurance of our bloodlines. I pause for a moment, savoring the last few minutes of what might be called her innocence.
I’m not sure she’s ever been allowed to be truly innocent. If she had been born into our pack, she would have been allowed to be soft and cared for. She would never have led a scrappy band of runaways and she would not be resisting me now.
I go to her, my body over hers, one hand in her hair, my teeth on her neck, grazing her sensitive zones for extra stimulation.
“I am going to mate you now,” I purr in her ear. “You’re going to submit to me, aren’t you.”
She turns her head. I expect to hear a breathless yes. Her thighs are spread, my cock is poised right at the aperture of her lips. I can feel the inviting heat of her body at the very tip.
She bites me. Viciously. Hard enough that my instincts, controlled as they were, break loose in an instant.
The softness of the moment devolves instantly into a rough coupling.
My hips thrust hard and in an instant that little vestige of innocence is gone.
Just as quickly, her inner walls are wrapped around me as I fill her deeply, all the way to the very base of my cock.
I am balls deep inside my mate and she is writhing beneath me.
“Stay still,” I groan, putting a hand on her hip to try to pin her. It’s not very effective. Her ability to wriggle beneath me is incredible.
I’m trying not to make things worse.
“Biting me was a bad idea, you feral little brat,” I say, looking down into her eyes. There’s some pain there, but they light up with glee when I chastise her. I feel her pussy grip me tighter, and a fresh flow of arousal engulf my cock.
I knew she was a problem. I knew she was insubordinate. I knew she was out of control. I just didn’t know how much she enjoyed it until now. I can feel her around my dick, I can quite literally experience how much it turns her on to disobey me. What an absolute little minx she is.
“You are about to have your pussy fucked long and hard for that,” I growl in her ear, thrusting deep inside her and giving her just the kind of rough claiming she deserves for that.
The whimpers she makes probably do indicate some discomfort, but I can hear her gasps of excitement as well.
She is loving being dominated just as much as she is enjoying rebellion.
So much for my going slowly to submission approach.
I am going to put this little wench through the mattress, and she is going to beg for more.
* * *
Nicky
He’s fucking me. Hard. Deep. Just like he promised.