Chapter 3 #3
He’d said he was going to fuck me with that monstrosity. I swallowed hard, knowing that no matter if he was gentle or not, it was going to hurt.
He leaned against the wall behind him, lifting his foot and pressing the bottom of his boot against it. Arrogantly, he cocked his head to the side and wrapped his fingers around his thick cock. I squirmed a little even though I tried to keep myself still.
He started to stroke himself right there in front of me.
His eyes never stopped devouring me. He looked at my breasts down to the tips of my toes.
He feasted on the sight of me swaying on my feet bound to his bed by his belt.
He narrowed in on the wetness between my thighs, likely seeing the swollen state of my soaked pussy and throbbing clit.
My nipples peaked painfully tight, and I desperately wanted to soothe them with my own fingers.
“The sight of you bound, bare, and entirely on display for me makes my cock very hard, Ashleigh,” he said pointedly, using my name like a weapon. I pursed my lips and turned away, but I couldn’t keep from looking back at his cock when the pressing silence grew to be too much.
His fingers tightened, stroking up and down his length as he observed me, and I hated the fact that I liked that I made him this hard. I liked that he enjoyed the sight of me, and I loathed myself for it. This wasn’t me. I didn’t lose myself over something as simple as a hard cock.
Maybe he was right. Maybe I was his mate, and this was nothing more than a viciously cruel twist of destiny meant to ruin my place in the world.
“Don’t,” I begged, and his grin widened. He stroked himself a little faster and my lips parted. It was becoming difficult to draw in air.
“Do you want to know what is going to happen next?” he said gruffly, and my pussy practically convulsed at the sound. Every inch of my body felt like it was crackling with electricity, and I did everything in my power to hold it at bay.
“Fuck. Off,” I managed.
His loud laughter twisted deep into the marrow of my soul.
“First, I’m going to begin with that defiant little pussy.
I’m going to show you what happens to rebellious little girls with sassy mouths and then I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget anytime soon.
Then I’m going to bend you over that bed and whip your perfect little ass with my belt until you are very, very contrite.
You may scream. You may cry, but you will submit to your alpha in the end.
You will beg for me to claim you. You will beg for me to make it hurt, and you will beg me for the privilege of coming all over my cock.
Do you understand me, little wolf?” he roared, and I could feel my anger and defiance bowing before him.
My arousal surged forward instead.
“You don’t have to…” I began before he cut me off.
“That pretty pussy was already getting spanked bright pink tonight. Now it has three licks from the belt coming too,” he growled, and my lips snapped shut just as my clit throbbed ominously.
I pressed my thighs together protectively. I swallowed hard. I was far more out of my element than I realized. The more I tried to fight him, the deeper hole I was digging for myself.
“Do you understand your alpha?” he repeated. I knew I was testing his patience.
“Yes, alpha,” I whispered. His cock had only gotten harder. He was aroused by the prospect of punishing me. There was a dark glint to his gaze that screamed his full intent to dominate me so completely that I never questioned I was his ever again.
He stroked his cock more slowly now, taking his time and feasting his bold stare up and down my body before he pulled his shoulders back and tucked his cock back inside his jeans.
I didn’t know why, but I was disappointed that it was gone.
He pulled up the zipper and buttoned it closed before he pushed off the wall and took a few steps toward me.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest at his approach. He reached up and released the tension on the belt just enough for me to flatten my feet on the floor.
“Spread your legs for me now,” he commanded.
His voice was gentle, but there was a very serious edge to it that gave me pause.
I stood frozen in front of him, still trying to figure out if he was serious or if I was just losing my mind.
His expression hardened visibly, and both of his hands grasped my nipples firmly enough to make me gasp.
Cruelly, he pressed the tips between two of his fingers.
As the seconds ticked by, he ruthlessly pinched them increasingly harder.
I cried out, and he twisted them so viciously that a frisson of pain blossomed across my breasts.
When he didn’t let go, I began to panic, trying to think of anything to make it stop.
I begged and pleaded for him to let go, but he ignored all of it.
“Spread. Your. Legs,” he demanded.
I spread my legs. When he saw that I’d finally begun to show compliance, he released my nipples and the violent surging sting that followed took my breath away. My nipples throbbed and I choked back a cry.
He used his boots to kick my feet even wider. He didn’t stop until I was obscenely spread, and I wailed when a single drop of arousal spiraled down the expanse of my inner thigh.
“That’s more like it,” he whispered, and I clamped my lips shut in an effort to keep my cries quiet.
His fingers glided down my stomach, and I tensed, looking up at him and trying to understand what was happening.
I jerked my wrists, but still my bonds didn’t give.
His fingers descended to my pussy. He cupped it gently and I tensed, humiliated that he could undoubtedly feel just how soaking wet his cruelty was making me.
I turned away, unable to face the darkness in those shadowed gray eyes.
His other hand cupped my cheek, forcing me to look back at him when all I wanted to do was hide. His thumb played over my clit, using just enough pressure to make me quiver with sudden overwhelming need.
“You’ve needed me to punish you for a very long time, little wolf. We both know that, and I can assure you, I am going to enjoy every single second of it,” he declared, and a piercing volley of pleasure jolted from my clit straight into the surging depths of my core.