Chapter 12 #2
His palm painted his intent across my backside over and over again until I was panting with the effort to stay quiet. It stung with every blow. It hurt enough to finally make me cry out and then the spanking only got harder.
By the time the sun rose in the morning, I was going to be sore. Everywhere.
Good.
My legs weren’t bound, and I kicked them against the bed.
I rolled my hips from side to side in an effort to avoid the cruelty of his palm, and he released my hair only to press his free hand down on my lower back, pinning me in place in the process.
He spanked me harder after that as punishment for fighting.
“Your bare bottom will tire long before my palm, little mate,” he promised.
“You can’t have me,” I shouted, knowing that it would push him. I wanted him to show me how much he cared with every last breath. I needed it.
“You’re already mine, Natalia,” he snarled, and he used his leg to spread my legs wide open. With a cruel harshness, he spanked my pussy several times until my cries grew louder and I had to fight the rising panic that threatened to burst free.
His fingers clipped my clit and I shrieked at the initial sting, but the pleasure that followed was viciously intense.
My pussy tightened greedily.
“Your little pussy is soaked for me. You’re leaving a wet spot on the sheets beneath you,” he scolded lightly, and I felt a warm blush creep over my cheeks. “Even my palm is wet from punishing you there.”
He wiped it across my left bottom cheek. It cooled and dried on my skin, but I couldn’t forget that it was there.
He slapped the same place with his hand, and I lifted my hips almost as if I wanted to meet it. He spanked my ass and my thighs several times before he returned to my pussy.
The intensity escalated. It hurt more. My cries grew louder and louder.
Would it ever end? Did he mean to mark my backside with his hand alone? My eyes watered and I tried to hold back my tears. I choked as I swallowed back a sob and he growled.
“You’re going to beg me to take you in every one of your pretty holes, little mate. Your spanking isn’t going to end until you do,” he commanded.
I couldn’t focus on anything other than the terrible surface of his palm, of that burning reminder that he was here to claim me whether I wanted it or not.
I could keep telling myself that I didn’t but that would be a lie. I needed him so much that it was painful to think about losing him. I knew it was only a matter of time until I did exactly as he wanted because that was what I wanted too.
The spanking continued until I was on the brink of tears once more, before I finally said the words he wanted to hear.
“Please take me, alpha. I need you,” I pleaded. I spread my legs just in time for his hand to clip my pussy firmly and the sound was so wet that I cried out in shame. My thighs trembled with anticipation of his thick cock sliding inside me.
“That doesn’t sound like you really need it, little mate,” he chided, and I blanched with mortified arousal. He slapped me there three more times and I teetered frantically on the edge of tears and desperation for so much more.
“Please fuck me, alpha. Please use every one of my holes. Please give me your cock,” I begged, and he chuckled quietly with victory. I nervously pressed my thighs together, grappling with the burning of my backside in combination with the anticipation of what was to come.
I hated and loved myself for my strength and ability to say those words.
I worried my bottom lip as he reached above me and untied my wrists. He lifted me with ease, depositing me on my knees. He wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock from the confines of his dark gray slacks.
Fuck. My mouth watered.
“I’m going to start with this pretty mouth, mate. Then I’m going to fuck that disobedient little pussy so hard that you feel it with every step tomorrow, but that’s not what I’m looking forward to the most,” he threatened, and I chewed my lip.
My bottom clenched knowingly.
“I’m looking forward to knotting that pretty little bottom hole of yours the most,” he growled, and I cried out anxiously. My pussy spasmed with desire at the prospect of something so deliciously painful.
My eyes dipped down, and I fidgeted nervously at the sight of his cock.
I hadn’t ever seen it up close like this before and it was far more intimidating than I expected.
I licked my lips, watching the rigid veins along its length twitch with his desire.
He was as hard as a rock and I wondered just how he’d been able to fit himself inside me all those times before.
A flash of fear hurtled through me at knowing it was soon going to be inside my mouth.
I chewed the inside of my cheek.
“Open your mouth, mate,” he demanded. I hummed nervously but obeyed him without question. My heart pounded like a drum.
He slid the tip of his cock against my tongue. I expected him to stop there, but he pushed on until it touched the small ring at the back of my throat. I panicked and tried to pull back, but he grasped the back of my head and forced me to stay still.
I pressed my hands against his thighs, fully intending to push back against him, but he growled in warning, which was more than enough to give me pause.
Slowly, he began pulling his cock out and I sighed with relief only to have him shove it back inside a second later. I sputtered around him as I tried to recover. He was far too quick for that, however, and I didn’t get the chance before he pumped into my mouth again.
His pace was gradual at first, but that didn’t last long. It grew rougher and I struggled to figure out a way to slow him down.
I suckled him, trying my best to please him with my lips. When that didn’t seem to suffice, I swirled my tongue along his length instead. For several seconds, it seemed to work. He groaned with pleasure. His thighs shook. He tightened the grip of his fingers in my hair.
My mouth fucking truly began.
He was rough and cruel, and I cried out around his cock, but my pussy grew wetter, and my nipples peaked in the chilly air.
He didn’t seem to care that my throat, my cheeks, and my tongue was growing sore. Perhaps he even reveled in that fact. Maybe I did too.
My initial panic started to recede to be replaced by a sort of acceptance. I’d known this was going to hurt. I’d known it was going to be rough.
I opened my throat; I sucked harder despite the soreness in my lips and the rest of me. I put everything in me into letting him use my throat as brutally as he saw fit.
It became a beautiful thing.
I soared in those moments, enjoying the feel of his cock slipping in and out of my mouth. The veins of his cock throbbed against my tongue, and I sighed softly with pleasure.
He groaned, and I knew that he was thoroughly enjoying himself too. Tentatively, I tightened my hands around his thighs, using them to hold on.
He growled, but this time it was laced thick with his own arousal.
I tried harder. I took him deeper.
In this, I could give him pleasure and I would give it my all. He groaned and his legs shook just the slightest bit and I suckled even more roughly than I had before. I moaned around him, taking every last inch of him that I could into my throat.
His sounds grew deeper. They were feral and wild and every single one made my pussy clench with need. My own thighs trembled, and I was even more aroused when I felt a single bead of wetness drip down my skin onto the floor beneath me. He roared and I suckled as hard as I could.
He rewarded me with his seed.
His cock throbbed vigorously against my tongue and the first spurt of his cum splashed into my throat. I swallowed the best I could, but my body revolted. I gagged several times before I managed to get my reflex back under control and when I finally did, the taste of him washed over my tongue.
It was salty and sweet and perfectly him.
I accepted every drop readily because I couldn’t get enough of it.
I swirled my tongue around him as he pulled out of me, taking extra care to ensure that I cleaned him off completely.
He wasn’t as hard as he once was, but I took pride in the fact that I had been the one to give him pleasure.
I looked up at him and licked my lips, making sure there was nothing left there too. I savored the taste of him, and he watched with an aroused hunger. When I glanced back down at his cock, I started as I watched it rise with desire once more.
He wanted me. Again.
“Oh, sweet Natalia, I told you I was going to claim all of your pretty little holes tonight, didn’t I?” he purred, and a shiver of excitement raced down my spine. I worried my bottom lip as my pussy clenched tight.
He grasped my upper arm and pulled me up. One hand curled around my chin, possessing me in a single maneuver that left me breathless with want.
“I want to kiss you,” he murmured.
“So, kiss me, alpha,” I goaded. I trembled before him as his gaze searched mine. For a second, it almost appeared as if he was looking for permission.
I was bold enough to kiss him first.
He growled into my lips, hungry for me. His kiss was devouringly rough and deliciously sweet. My tongue danced with his, fighting back against his fierceness. He conquered me in those moments completely.
I moaned into his mouth, and he grasped both sides of my head with his rough palms.
“You’re mine, Natalia,” he growled.
“I’m yours, Adrian,” I purred, and he walked me backwards until my heels scraped against the bed.
He pulled back from that kiss and looked down at me with a quiet adoration.
“Sit down on the bed. Spread your legs,” he murmured. Carefully, I obeyed without looking behind me, knowing he would catch me if I fell.
I knew I’d always be able to count on him for that, that he would always be there to take care of me because we belonged to each other. Forever.