Chapter 8 #4
“Yes, alpha,” I whispered fearfully, yet at the same time my inner walls fluttered with need.
“You will count them for me, pretty mate,” he continued, and I shivered hard. My whole world centered between my thighs, focused entirely on the back of that spoon spanking my pussy bright red.
The first one took my breath away. The sharp, cruel sting was so much more than I expected, radiating across my sensitive flesh. The vicious bite lasted far longer than I was prepared for and only after several seconds did it began to abate.
A brutal wave of pleasure followed.
“One, alpha,” I finally managed. My voice was hoarse and shaky with fright.
The second one was even harder.
I whimpered through the aftermath, trying to be brave and take what he wanted to give me, but suffering all the same. The sting was brighter, but the desire that came after was even fiercer.
“Two, alpha,” I breathed.
The third was hardest of all.
I screamed, my voice breaking with several whining cries as the pain blossomed across my pussy. The pain was harsh and swift, much more than all the rest and I struggled to take it. A fresh wave of tears dripped down my cheeks.
The need that followed that last punishing spank was the roughest part. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I realized that the only thing I wanted was his cock sinking deep into my pussy, ravaging me, taking me and making me fall apart all over it.
The spoon clattered to the floor and his fingers dipped in between my thighs.
“I know what you need, little mate, but I want you to ask me for it. You will make sure that everyone hears it too, even those sitting in the back of the room,” my alpha commanded.
I whined in shame.
I opened my mouth, once, twice before I clamped it shut. His fingers continued to tease me, circling around my clit. I didn’t just want his fingers. I wanted his cock.
“What do you need, little mate?” he pressed.
“I need you to fuck me, alpha,” I said, the words flying out of my mouth unprecedented. I couldn’t do anything about them now that they were out in the open. I’d spoken out loud and he’d heard me.
“Louder,” he demanded.
“Please. Will you fuck me, alpha?” I cried out, doing my best to be as loud as I could. My face heated with sizzling fire and for once, I was happy to be face down over his knee so that no one could see just how embarrassed I was.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted me off his lap and bent me over the back of the chair.
“Place your hands on the seat. I’m going to fuck you right here, little mate, and everyone is going to watch you break on my cock,” he said darkly, and my pussy squeezed tight.
I couldn’t contain the arousal that surged through me at the knowledge that I was going to get fucked.
In public.
And everyone was going to see it.
As I struggled with my fear, raging mortification, and primal arousal, I didn’t hear him undo his belt. I wasn’t ready for his cock to slam into me, but my body opened for him nonetheless.
It hurt from the very start.
He was so big, so thick that no matter how many times he fucked me, I knew that it was always going to leave me sore. My pussy stretched wide, and his entry burned hot. Despite all that, my inner walls clutched greedily at him, and I sighed in relief at the sensation of fullness.
He’d been right. I’d wanted this. I’d needed this.
His fingers wound in the hair at the back of my head, and he clutched it tight, forcing a blooming flower of pain to spread across my scalp. He made me look straight into the faces of everyone watching.
“When you come for me, I want everyone to see it. I want them to see the beauty of my mate’s face when she comes on her alpha’s cock,” he demanded, and my pussy squeezed tight around him.
I wondered if he was going to make me come more than once. Something deep inside me hoped that he would.
He thrust into me so hard that I feared the chair would fall over. It didn’t though. It was strong, steady, and it didn’t move an inch no matter how hard his cock viciously pistoned into my pussy.
Already sore and very well punished from the wooden spoon, my ability to keep myself under control was long gone.
My orgasm brewed with a terrifying swiftness.
My alpha had spanked me for a very real reason in front of his entire pack and that was making it difficult to fight the rising tide of arousal in my veins.
I cried out and my voice was hoarse with need.
“Beg me for permission, little mate. Don’t make me spank that wet little pussy again,” he growled.
My response was immediate because I was already so desperate.
“Please, alpha. Please let me come,” I begged.
“Do you really want to come, bright red bottom and soaking wet pussy on display? Do you really want to come with everyone watching?” he asked.
“Yes, alpha! Please!” I keened.
I was so close to losing control. I needed to come, and I desperately wanted to avoid another lesson with that awful wooden spoon between my thighs. My legs were shaking, and my nipples were so hard that the feeling of them against the leather of the chair was driving me insane.
His grip on my hair tightened as he forced me to look out at the members of his pack. Every thrust felt harder, faster, and I pleaded even more.
“Please. Please,” I murmured.
“Come for me, little mate. Scream for me so loud that everyone watching can see you break for your alpha,” he ordered.
My orgasm crashed over me at his words.
I writhed, pushing my hips back and taking him deeper. Every part of me convulsed around his massive cock, milking him and taking all that he gave me. My arousal was hot and heavy from the start, all-consuming and I found myself drowning in the intensity of it.
At first, I was quiet, taking my release in silence before I couldn’t help it any longer. I started to moan and just a few moments after that I began to scream.
Exquisitely hot bliss poured over me, surging through my veins in hot steady pulses that threatened to never end. That orgasm was deeply satisfying in a way I’d never known, beautiful and dangerous and far more taboo than anything I’d ever felt before.
This was filthy and I loved it.
The best part was that he showed no signs of slowing down. He was going to make me come again and I wasn’t going to be able to do a thing about it.
I got hotter, my bliss stronger, and I thrashed beneath him.
I stopped thinking about how embarrassed I was to be getting fucked before the pack and started to shamelessly give into each and every thrust. My hips rocked back, and I lifted my bottom up as he slammed into me, taking him deeper than ever.
My core ballooned outward with pleasure, curling and twisting with every passing second, filling with unmatched desire so much so that I knew my next orgasm was already imminent.
My fingers grasped at the seat of the chair, tightening at the edges as I tried to hold on to the wild ride that was coming for him time and time again. My thighs trembled and a needy wail came from my lips unbidden.
His hand tightened in my hair and that was all I needed to fall apart on his cock once again. I’m not sure how he did it, but he toyed with my body as if I was a musical instrument that only he knew how to play.
I quaked hard and my world fractured. My eyes rolled back in my head as his grasp on my hips tightened, holding me up when my legs shook hard enough so that I wasn’t sure if I was even capable of standing anymore.
My toes curled and everything inside me tightened into a pleasurable little ball, exploding outward and coming together in one beautiful display of fiery passion.
This was perfection.