Chapter 3 #2
“Little girl, I’m going to eat you up,” he growled in her ear.
“I’m not afraid of the big, bad wolf,” she murmured, pressing her ass back for him.
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to get yourself fucked right here in this parking garage, is that what you want?”
Her breath caught and she couldn’t answer, the truth too tangled up and confusing to understand.
Yes, of course she wanted to be fucked right then and there and the danger of being seen would make it off the charts hot.
But no… no way. She definitely couldn’t face getting caught like this. “No, sir,” she forced herself to say.
He eased off her and reached past to open her door, smirking at her as she sank into the seat.
At home, he told her to wait to get out of the car. Walking around, he opened her car door and pulled her out, tossing her over his shoulder in one swift movement.
“Oomph,” she grunted. “What are you doing?”
He slapped her upturned bottom as he carried her into the house.
“Do you remember the first time I spanked you?” he asked, setting her down in their bedroom, where rope had mysteriously appeared on the bed.
She eyed it, wondering what he was up to. “Yes.”
“Yes, sir,” he corrected.
“Yes, sir.”
He wrapped the rope around her wrists, binding them together, then stringing them up over her head, looping them over the bathroom door.
Now she understood. The night she had planted the bomb in his briefcase and first discovered he was a werewolf, he had taken her to a motel and strung her up this way, taking off her skirt and whipping her with a belt.
He stood behind her now, sliding his hands under her blouse to cup her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, and he pinched and twisted them, finding that perfect balance of pain and pleasure that put her over the edge.
Having her arms lifted overhead made her breasts feel all the more vulnerable, and she twisted, trying to protect herself.
He unzipped her skirt and let it fall in a puddle at her feet. Her panties came off next, then he began to unbutton her blouse, still standing behind her. It felt intimate and sensuous to have him undressing her like a child.
She heard the whoosh of his belt sliding out of the loops and goosebumps raised on her arms.
“Spread your legs.”
Although he had her strung up almost to her tiptoes, she managed to widen her stance.
“If you move, my belt will catch your hip or thigh and you won’t like that. Can you hold still for your spanking, Ashley?”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured.
“Good girl.”
He wound the belt buckle end around his fist and let it fly, catching her right across the middle of her buttocks.
She shrieked, her feet leaving the floor, her body skittering to the side, suspended by the ropes over the door.
“What did I say about holding still?”
“Sorry,” she gasped, putting her toes out to stop her and scrambling back into position.
He swung the belt again.
Another searing stripe landed across her ass.
This time she managed not to jump away, but just barely.
She drew in a shaky breath and held it.
Another stripe, then another. Each one he laid seemed worse than the one before, and the earliest ones had begun to burn and smart with a delayed onset of pain.
He caught her across the backs of her thighs and she howled in protest, but miraculously managed not to move. Another stroke, then another until her entire bottom was blazing and her breath came in little pants.
“Three more,” he announced.
She thought he might go easier on her, but they were the worst yet, stripes laid across stripes, lines of fire that made her bite her lip and tears spring into her eyes.
He dropped the belt and caught her up by the waist, lifting her weight off the floor to free her from the doorway. When he lowered her and turned her around, she leaped at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and putting her bound wrists over his head.
He carried her to the bed and set her down, extricating himself from her stranglehold. “Your punishment is almost over,” he said as he unwound the rope from her wrists. He turned her and pushed her torso down so she folded over the edge of the bed.
“From now on, any time I have to punish you for something serious, you will be taking it in the ass afterward.”
She shivered, half excited, half terrified. The size of Ben’s cock made this punishment all the more daunting, even if she hadn’t been an anal sex virgin.
He walked around to the bedside table, where he picked up a tube of lubricant.
“Reach back and hold your cheeks apart for me.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, humiliated by the instructions. Her body seemed to love his degradation, though, her pussy leaking arousal onto her thighs as she obeyed. She flinched at the touch of the lubricant, cool and slick against her quivering anus.
Ben unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor. He never wore boxers or briefs because they only impeded him if he wanted to shift quickly. His manhood stood out now, in its full glory, waving at her ass with intent.
She turned back to face the bed and grasped a fistful of the covers.
He pushed the head of his cock against her most private entrance and held it there, not forcing, but insisting.
She took a deep breath and exhaled, willing herself to relax.
He seized the opportunity and pushed harder, breaching her entrance.
She gasped at the ring of fire as she stretched wide to accommodate him.
He eased in, centimeter by centimeter.
In each moment she was sure she couldn’t take more of him, and yet he did not stop, filling her with his huge cock until at last she felt the contact of his hips against her ass.
“Good girl,” he crooned and she relaxed, his praise filling her with purpose.
He slid out and back in, and the sensation felt too intense for her to enjoy. Nevertheless, her pussy thrummed with excitement, desperate for touch.
Seeming to know just what she needed, Ben reached around the front of her and slid his fingers over her swollen slit.
She moaned, pressing herself against his fingers, eager for more.
He slowly set a pace, fucking her ass with his enormous cock as his fingers found her clit.
It was far too much—too much pleasure, too much intensity, too much fear of pain. The pain itself had disappeared.
“Ben,” she whimpered.
“You’re doing so well, amorcita . Are you ready to come?”
“Yes… yes, please. Yes, sir,” she babbled.
He rubbed her clit harder at the same time he picked up the pace of his fucking, filling her, sending her over the edge with a cry of ecstasy.
And yet she found she couldn’t climax—or at least not the way she usually did, because when her muscles clenched, her anus tightened around his cock, bringing the pain back.
She relaxed instead, surrendering as he pumped in and out and in again, shoving deep inside her and giving a shout of release. The waves of pleasure following an orgasm flowed through her, so perhaps it had been a climax after all.
He eased out and carried her to the shower, where he held her up and let the water clean them both.
She leaned back against him, her eyes closed, water running down her face. “Am I forgiven?” she asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it.
Ben wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her head back to bite her ear. “Don’t ever lie to me again,” he growled, sending shivers running up and down her spine.
“I won’t,” she said, “I promise.”
“I love you,” he said. “No matter what. Remember that.”
Tears warmed her eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”
He kissed her ear. “No,” he murmured. “I’m the lucky one.”
The End