Chapter 3 #3
Each word was punctuated by another stinging slap.
In no time at all, my skin was on fire, my ass throbbing with stinging heat.
The shame of being over his knee, of getting the first spanking of my life, and of being exposed and helpless, warred with the dark thrill of it, with the undeniable pleasure that coiled tighter and tighter in my belly.
“Are you learning your lesson, little mate?” he growled, his hand resting on the burning curve of my ass.
“No,” I snapped, shoving back against him defiantly. “I think you need to try harder.”
He chuckled, a dark, rough sound. “Oh, I will.”
His fingers dipped lower, tracing the slick folds between my legs. I shuddered, my hips bucking as he gathered my wetness on his fingertips. Then he drew his hand back and used my own arousal as lubricant, circling the tight pucker of my ass with one slick finger.
“Griff! You can’t. Not there—”
“You will learn to obey,” he insisted, his finger pressing, testing the resistance.
I whimpered, a small, helpless sound that was as much arousal as it was fear. The sensation was new, shocking, an intimate invasion that made my body tense even as it craved more. He pushed in slowly, stretching me and filling me in a way I’d never been filled before.
The burn that came with it bordered on pain but hovered on the knife edge of pleasure.
I tried to keep my mouth shut, but a moan slipped free from my lips despite everything I tried to do to stop it.
He pressed his finger in a bit deeper, and my body tried to fight him, clenching around his thick digit and causing a wave of pain to hurtle up and down my spine, but then my hips tilted back, and my body gave in bit by bit, relaxing slightly to let him in.
He held it there, letting me adjust, his other hand resting on the small of my back. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Taking what I give you.”
He began to move. In and out. Then his thumb found my clit, circling, pressing, and the pressure built, coiling tighter with every shameful stroke.
A mix of confusing sensations rolled through me. The sting of the spanking, the deep, intrusive stretch of his finger in my ass, the slick friction of his thumb on my clit.
It was all too overwhelming.
My core squeezed tight and pleasure tore through me.
I was helpless against it. I arched my back and ground my ass back against him, and a shuddering moan tore from my throat as I tried to find a way to get him deeper.
My entire focus settled on the feel of him inside me, the sound of his ragged breathing, and the scent of him and me and the forest all around us.
Then he added another finger.
My muscles clamped down, a reflexive attempt to reject the intrusion, but he was relentless. He pushed deeper, scissoring his fingers just the tiniest bit, stretching me even more.
“Griff,” I gasped, my knuckles white where I gripped the log. “I can’t—”
“You can,” he growled, his thumb pressing down firmly on my clit. “And you will.”
The words, the command, the undeniable authority in his voice, were my undoing. My body surrendered with a keening cry. I pushed back against him, taking him deeper, wanting more, needing more.
His fingers stilled inside me. His thumb lifted from my clit.
“No,” I whimpered, a desperate, needy sound that I barely recognized as my own. “Please, don’t stop.”
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Are you going to be a good girl and obey your alphas from now on?”
My pride warred with the desperate, clawing need inside me.
The need won.
“Yes,” I gasped, my hips rocking shamelessly against his hand. “I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you. Just… please. Let me come.”
“Not yet,” he said, and the casual finality in his tone was a new kind of torment.
He withdrew his fingers. Before I could protest at the sudden loss, his other hand was in my hair, fisting the strands, and then he was yanking me up.
My head was spinning.
He maneuvered me with an easy strength, turning me around and pushing me to my knees in the damp earth.
I looked up at him, my vision blurry, my body thrumming with unspent need.
He loomed over me, a dark silhouette against the forest green, his chest heaving, and his eyes burning with a hunger that made my own blood sing.
He opened his trousers.
His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, curving up toward his stomach. The head was flushed a dark red, already beaded with moisture. He wrapped a hand around the thick shaft, stroking once, slowly, and then again as I watched.
I’d seen him naked before, but never like this. Never with me kneeling before him on my knees waiting for whatever was to come next.
Never with me as his mate.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I did. I couldn’t look away. It was almost like his gaze had a gravitational pull all of its own and there was nothing I could do to break its spell.
“Open your mouth.”
My lips parted without conscious thought. He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against my lower lip. He tasted of salt and musk and pure, unadulterated male. The scent of him, potent and real, made my head swim.
“Suck,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.
I leaned forward, closing my lips around him. He was hot and thick in my mouth, the velvety skin sliding over my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks, suckling gently, and he groaned. His fingers threaded through and tightened in my hair, sending a fiery thrill of desire straight through me.
He didn’t let me set the pace.
He took control.
He began to move, a slow, shallow rhythm that tested my gag reflex.
His cock slid deeper, pressing against the back of my throat.
Tears pricked my eyes, but I didn’t pull back.
I relaxed, letting him in, wanting more.
My own need was a desperate, clawing thing, my clit throbbing in time with the thrusts into my mouth.
“Look at me,” he growled again.
I looked up, my eyes watering, my lips stretched wide around him. The sight of him—head arched back, jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in his throat—was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
And I was the one who had brought him to this state.
He tightened his grip on my hair, holding me still, and then he fucked my mouth in earnest. Hard, deep strokes that stole my breath and made me dizzy.
The salty taste of him intensified, and I knew he was close.
The thought of him coming in my mouth, of swallowing him down, made a rush of slick heat flood my core.
He pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping.
“Greedy little mate,” he rasped, smacking my cheek with his wet cock, not hard, but with an audible slap that made my skin flush. The gesture was so possessive, so crude, that it sent a jolt of heated desire straight through me.
“I’m not greedy,” I panted, trying for defiance and managing only a breathy, needy whine. “I’m… efficient.”
He laughed darkly. He gripped my hair a bit tighter, tilting my head back. “Is that so?” he murmured, rubbing the tip of his cock over my lips, my cheeks. “And what, exactly, are you trying to be efficient at, Tamsin?”
“Making you come,” I whispered, my cheeks burning red hot.
He shuddered, a guttural groan tearing from his throat.
“Please,” I begged, my hips rocking, seeking friction I couldn’t find. “Griff, please, I need you to come.”
I wanted it. I wanted to taste him, to have him mark me this way too. I wanted to be the reason for that look in his eyes, for the ragged sounds he was making. My clit throbbed even harder. My body was on fire.
He wrapped a hand around the thick shaft of his cock, pumping hard once, twice. “Open your mouth,” he demanded. “Stick out your tongue.”
I obeyed instantly, my body humming with anticipation. He stroked himself right over my face, the shaft of his cock slick and dark, his breathing loud in the quiet forest. The sight was the most beautiful and obscene thing I had ever seen.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “Stick out your tongue, I said.”
He growled, stroking his cock. I watched his hand move up and down and then he was coming. I closed my eyes. Hot spurts of his release striped my face, hitting my cheeks, my lips, my eyelids, and my outstretched tongue. The sheer rawness of it sent a shudder of arousal right through me.
Before I could react, he tugged me up to my feet.
My legs were weak, shaking, and I stumbled.
He caught me, pulling me flush against him.
He was still hard, a solid, demanding presence against my belly.
He used two fingers to swipe a glob of his release from my cheek.
He brought them to my lips, pressing them inside.
I sucked his fingers clean, my gaze locked on his, a silent surrender that felt more powerful than any words.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmured.
My heart hammered against my ribs. I leaned into him, my face buried in the crook of his neck, smearing his release across my face and his neck. I breathed him in. His scent was everywhere, in my hair, on my skin, in my lungs.
“Now, do you need to come for me, little mate?” he growled into my hair.
I whimpered, nodding against him, unable to form words.
He picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all.
I gasped, my arms flying around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me to the log and laid me down on my stomach over the rough mossy bark.
He kicked my legs apart with one booted foot.
The vulnerability of the position sent another thrill through me, and my pussy clenched around empty air.
My ass still stung a little bit from the spanking and that just made me clench harder.
“Stay,” he commanded.
He knelt between my spread legs, and I closed my eyes knowing I was completely exposed to him. My face reddened and I bit my lip, trying to quell my shameful arousal.
“Please,” I pleaded.
He didn’t answer with words.