Chapter 3 #2
Leather creaked. I held my breath, expecting Jesse to appear behind me. But when I risked a glance over my shoulder, he remained on the sofa, his gaze on my cleft.
He lifted his eyes and met my stare. “Very pretty. Turn around and get on your knees.”
“You’re going to fuck me, right?”
He stretched an arm along the back of the sofa. “I haven’t decided.”
I clamped my mouth shut, killing the Are you fucking kidding me before it could escape. Jaw clenched, I faced him and knelt on the hardwood.
He crooked a finger. “Come here.”
Well, this game sucked, making me go up and down. Biting off a curse, I started to rise.
“No.” Jesse pointed to the floor. “Crawl, pup. Only good boys get to stand.”
My heartbeat ratcheted up another few notches. I sank back down to my knees. “I’m sorry about Sterling. That was dumb.”
Jesse’s expression didn’t change. “If you make me repeat myself, sweetheart, you’re not going to enjoy the outcome.” His wolf gleamed in his eyes. “But I will,” he added softly.
The flush in my face spread down my neck. I crawled forward, my dick and balls swaying. The hardwood gave way to carpet, which was a lot kinder to my knees. When I reached Jesse, I sat back on my heels.
“What kind of game is this?” I asked.
He was the picture of nonchalance in the center of the sofa, his amber eyes like headlights. “Mine. What do you say if you want it to stop?”
“Brownie.”
“Good boy. Do you want to use your safeword?”
“No, sir.” I’d only used it once, and in a non-sexual context. He’d tried to hunt Ulfrik without me, and my gift had twisted me into a ball of hot and sticky anxiety. I hadn’t realized what was happening. I’d just been desperate to stop Jesse from going after Ulfrik alone.
Jesse patted his thigh. “Then come up here, puppy.”
The last landed like a punch in my solar plexus, snatching my breath and cranking up the heat in my face.
He’d called me pup from our first meeting.
But puppy was new. Dirty in a way I couldn’t explain.
It was hotter, and Jesse knew it. I’d long since given up trying to figure out how he knew.
I wasn’t going to look a gift Dom in the mouth, so to speak.
Heart galloping in my chest, I got to my feet. “What are you going to do?” I asked. As if I didn’t know.
Jesse held my stare—and the air between us shifted. His power curled around me and rooted me in place. It held my head level, forcing me to meet the wolf in his eyes even as my instincts urged me to bow my head.
“You broke your word tonight,” he said. “And there are consequences. But you get to choose how this goes.” He paused, like he wanted that to sink in. “Option one: we go to bed, and you don’t come tonight. Option two: you go over my lap, take what you’ve earned, and I make you come after.”
My dick twitched. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn my ass tingled in anticipation.
I was no stranger to Jesse’s spankings. And I wasn’t sure why a sore ass translated to a happy dick, but it did.
Still, he wasn’t exactly pleased with me at the moment.
On the other hand, he would never hurt me.
I knew that like I knew my social security number or the Pledge of Allegiance.
I didn’t even have to think about it. That shit was hard-coded into my brain.
“Option two,” I said. “Obviously.”
He let a couple more seconds pass. Then he beckoned me forward. “Facedown over my lap.”
“For how long?” I asked, hearing the hitch in my voice as I stretched across his thighs.
He ignored me, settling me more firmly on his lap so my legs rested on the cushions and my dick snuggled up to his thigh. I pressed my cheek to my arms and braced for him to unleash hell.
Instead, he placed one warm hand on my spine and used his other to massage my ass. He didn’t do it halfway, either. He committed, working me over in lazy passes that lifted the best kind of goosebumps on my skin.
“Like I’ve explained,” he said, palm moving, “every new wolf has a mentor. I’m not your sire but I’m fulfilling that role. That comes with expectations, Caleb. My instructions aren’t decorative. They exist for a reason.”
My eyelids grew heavy. Lulled by the rain and his hand, I drifted toward sleep. “I know,” I said. “I won’t do anything like that again.”
Jesse hummed. He kneaded my ass, getting his thumbs in there so nice. He plumped the muscle like I was a tray of cinnamon rolls and he wanted to make sure he smeared frosting into every gap. A moan slipped from me, and my hips rolled without my permission.
His dark chuckle vibrated the air above my head. He worked another firm pass over my cheek and then dipped his fingers into my cleft, grazing my hole.
Every nerve ending lit up. My moan drowned out the rain. Maybe he’d changed his mind, and he’d decided to skip straight to sex. Fucking fine by me. Heat crackled through me, and I rocked harder, rubbing my dick against his hard thigh.
“Little whore,” he said, affection thick in his voice. “Less than a minute into your punishment and you’re already spreading for me.”
My blissed-out lassitude popped like he’d stabbed it with a pin. I lifted my head. “I said I was sorry—”
The sharp crack of his hand cut me off. Pain exploded where he’d struck, the blow rocking me forward. I sucked in a breath as he kept going, delivering swift, heavy smacks that echoed off the ceiling.
He raised his voice over the noise. “I’m sure you are, but there’s a difference between being sorry and feeling it.”
Clenching my jaw, I fought the urge to squirm away from his hand. “I fucking feel it.”
“Not enough.” He didn’t let up. Didn’t slow.
Crack, crack, crack. The blows came in relentless bursts.
Nowhere was safe. He moved from one cheek to the other, then my upper thighs and back again before I could anticipate the next strike.
A dozen blows. Two dozen. Three. I lost count as his hand fell harder and faster.
Hot and unforgiving. Pain was a fiery burst of red in my mind.
I squeezed my legs together to protect my balls.
Jesse gave another low chuckle. Then the sadistic fucker paused long enough to dig his fingers into my smarting flesh.
“Fuck!” I shouted, trying to wriggle off his lap. He clamped his forearm over my lower back and started spanking again.
Hard.
He pinned me in place with supernatural strength, his free hand descending too quickly for me to catch my breath.
I was helpless over his thighs, my hot cheek glued to the leather and my throbbing ass like one giant bruise.
Every smack was sharper than the last. He concentrated on one spot at a time, hitting over and over until the pain was like a laser blasting through layers of skin.
My eyes stung. A few seconds later, whimpers burst from my throat.
I’d taken hits on the football field that made me see stars.
But this was worse because I couldn’t escape it.
I squirmed harder, managing to get one knee under me.
The new position drove my dick into Jesse’s thigh, and lust shot up my spine like someone had tasered my tailbone.
“Had enough?” he asked, not stopping. He didn’t even sound winded.
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, clinging to the sofa cushion like it was a buoy in the ocean.
“Good.” He kept spanking.
I went wild, twisting and squirming. Yelling and cursing as I fought to slide off his lap. “What the fuck?” I demanded. “I said I’d had enough!”
He squeezed one cheek, digging his fingers into the throbbing muscle until I hissed. “What did I tell you before we left the townhouse tonight?”
I panted against his thigh, my whole body tensed for a blow. “To let you handle Sterling.”
“Correct.”
His hand came down again, and I hollered into the cushion, indignation rising like a flash flood. My ass was a hot, smarting mess. It felt a thousand sizes bigger than usual, and I imagined myself wincing as I tried to force my way into a pair of those absurdly large clown overalls.
Hot tears trickled from my eyes. A tangled mix of curses and pleading spilled from my lips. Desperate, I rolled my hips, rubbing my dick and balls on Jesse’s thigh in a race toward pleasure instead of pain.
And suddenly, between one merciless smack and the next, I was spiraling into the air. Weightless, I flew above the sofa into a warm, dizzying sea. My body was a boat rocking, rocking, rocking toward something hot and explosive.
“Fuck,” I heard myself gasp. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” My vision blurred. Heat roared up my dick. Pressure built in my nuts, pulling them tight. Fuck, I was going to come. I was going to blow, full fire hose, and I didn’t fucking care.
Jesse stopped spanking. I’d spread my legs, and he slipped a hand between my thighs and seized my balls in a firm grip.
The hazy sea of pleasure evaporated. I plunged back to earth, a moan trapped in my throat as I waited, sweating and panting, for him to squeeze.
He didn’t. Just held me that way, fingers tight around my sack. When I stayed put, he released me and skimmed his fingers down my cleft.
“You’re not human anymore, baby,” he said. “In our world, mistakes can get you killed.”
I licked my lips. “I know. I’m really sorry.”
He withdrew his hand. A slick, wet sound reached my ears and then his fingers returned to my cleft. He rubbed a damp circle over my asshole, penetrating slightly.
Fresh lust flared. So hot and good. Moaning, I chased that sea again, eager to recapture the hazy, floating sensation.
Jesse pushed deeper. “You’re so easy, college boy. I could fuck you right now, couldn’t I?”
He didn’t really need an answer but I gave him one anyway. “Yes, sir. Please.” That was an excellent plan, him fucking me. And he’d promised. Besides, I deserved it after that spanking.
He laughed softly. “Nice try, baby, but I’m not as easy as you.” He pulled his finger free. Then he pushed me off his lap.