Chapter 8 #2
I didn’t know what to say to something like that, but Adrian grasped my hand in his and pulled me forward.
“See to it that I am not disturbed tonight, Enzo. My mate needs to be properly dealt with,” Adrian said loudly, and I blushed that much harder.
“I will see to everything myself, alpha,” Enzo replied.
“Walk with me, little mate. Don’t make me regret allowing you to cover that pretty bottom,” Adrian said to me, and I blushed so hard that I dropped my eyes to the ground.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
With every step, the plug jostled inside me.
My arousal was so slick between my legs that they slid against one another with embarrassing ease.
I kept my eyes down as we walked through the casino, not wanting to meet the gazes of anyone watching for fear that they would know that my bottom was bright red and plugged beneath my dress.
There was a very big part of me that worried that they’d be able to smell my wetness too.
When we finally reached the elevator that went up to the suite, I sighed in relief, but when the doors closed Adrian pinned me against the wall with his massive frame.
Unapologetically, his lips pressed against mine in a demanding kiss.
Everything within me that wanted to fight him melted away on his tongue.
His kiss was bruising and rough, but I was left with no choice but to take it.
I only grew wetter at his possessive conquest.
“I know you want to push me away and fight me at every opportunity, but your little pussy betrays you. You know I’m going to punish you. You know it’s going to hurt, but you’re wetter than you’ve ever been, isn’t that right, Natalia?”
I trembled before him, knowing that he was correct. I felt so small beneath him.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered as his hand wound around my throat. He didn’t let me hide from him as he studied me. He could see every bit of my shame painted across my face.
“Do you know why that is, Natalia?” he asked expectantly. His gaze was firm and there was a part of me that wished I knew the answer just so that I could see him smile for me.
“I don’t know, sir,” I said softly, chewing my lip nervously as I waited.
“I am a wolf shifter. You are my mate, little human,” he explained, and he lifted my dress enough to force his fingers between my legs. He didn’t push them inside me. He just slid them up and down my soaked folds. I gasped and the look in his eyes told me that he’d known about it all along.
“This right here is proof, little mate. You’re mine and your body knows it. By morning, I will make sure that your mind knows it too,” he vowed.
I quivered as he tortured my clit with those far too knowledgeable fingers. Behind him, the elevator doors slid open, and he wrapped his arm around my waist and carried me inside.
He placed me down in the foyer so that I was facing away from him in the middle of the room.
“Strip.”
There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. There was no other choice but to obey.
I reached behind my back and slowly untied the band around my waist, letting it drop to the floor in a heap.
I tried to get the zipper down, but when I struggled, I felt him move behind me.
Gently, he brushed my fingers aside and lowered the zipper to my waist. When he was finished, I slipped the strap down my arm and pushed it all down my hips until the entire dress fell to the floor.
I stepped out of it.
There had been no bra provided by the vampires to wear underneath the gown. I was naked now with nothing more than the shoes on my feet. I shivered and anxiously wrapped my arms around my torso. I was so exposed.
“Your shoes too, little mate. I want you entirely bare except for the pretty little jewel I made you wear for me,” he guided, and I hummed nervously as I stepped out of my shoes.
“Please, just let me go. I will never tell anyone about any of this,” I begged one last time.
His fingers settled around my waist. His touch made my core tighten with increasing need and abject fear. His fingertips felt like fire, and I sucked in a breath at the intensity of them on my bare skin.
“I let you escape me once, mate. I have no intention of allowing that to happen again. You know the way to my bedroom. You will walk there now so that I can enjoy the sight of your well-spanked bottom and your plugged little hole swaying before me,” he instructed, and I bowed my head in mortified defeat.
I didn’t want to admit it, but a small part of me took pleasure in the fact that he wanted to look at me like that. I didn’t know what to do. Should I obey? Should I continue to fight?
As if he sensed the indecision inside of me, he grasped my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. It was impossibly sweet, and I felt myself blush even harder. My heart pulsed with feeling, and I tried my best to ignore it, but it didn’t go away.
“Do you want to know something, mate?” he asked softly. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of his voice. At that moment, it was like a lifeline and for some reason I didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab it.
“Yes, sir,” I answered apprehensively, but also with a sense of curiosity that refused to quell.
“Seeing you like this, so beautiful and bare before me, yet so very nervous for the punishment you have coming makes my cock very hard,” he growled and I gasped, feeling the length of him press against my bottom cheek.
“Now walk for me, little mate. Show me that bright red little bottom,” he demanded.
He released my shoulders, and I took an initial shaky step and then another. With each one, I grew surer until I was swaying my hips with a confidence that came from deep down inside me, from where I would never know.
“Every single inch of you is so very beautiful, mate,” he whispered behind me. I blushed, unused to anyone complimenting me so openly.
I hummed with shameful pleasure at his words, and he growled with appreciation.
We reached his bedroom far too quickly and I paused once I stood next to the bed. I wasn’t really sure what to do next and I turned back to him for direction. He tapped a screen on the wall, and it came to life. He tapped a few icons and the end posts of the bed hummed.
I watched with aroused horror as they extended up into the air until they reached just over my head.
I noticed several rings emerge as the posts rotated into their final positions.
A platform extended out from under the bed, and I saw that there were rings down at the bottom of each post too.
He was going to restrain me for this and that made my nerves spike.
“Stand between the bedposts. Spread your legs and your arms. Make the shape of an X with your body, little mate,” he instructed.
Nervously, I faced the bed and did as he asked.
I startled and almost jerked away from him as he grasped my right wrist but stopped myself before I did.
He took a bundle of rope and wound it around my wrist. He bound me thoroughly enough that I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape.
He did the same with my other arm and both of my ankles.
“Move your fingers and toes. Does anything hurt?” he asked.
I swallowed anxiously, doing as he asked even as fearful desire hurtled through me.
“No, sir,” I answered nervously.
“Now, I want you to try to pull yourself out of the ropes. Try to escape them for me,” he instructed, and I furrowed my brow in confusion. When I didn’t obey right away, he slapped my bottom firmly on both sides and I yelped in surprise.
Hesitantly, I pulled my right arm down, but it didn’t budge. Neither did the left.
“Try harder, little mate,” he warned, and I knew that I was running out of time. I started to struggle in earnest, pulling my arms and legs as hard as I possibly could. Once I was panting from the exertion of the fight, he placed his hand on my lower back and I paused.
“Can you get out all on your own, mate?”
“No, sir,” I whispered. My thighs quivered. The only way out of this would be at his mercy. He’d only let me down when he was finished with me and that was a terrifyingly arousing thought.
“Good. Now it’s time for your punishment to begin.”