Chapter 4
Ashleigh
When his palm slapped my pussy for the first time, I couldn’t stop my body from pitching forward.
It caught me by surprise, the vicious sting so overwhelming that the air rushed out of my lungs in an instant.
The wet splat of his palm against me was humiliatingly loud and terrible and my thighs instinctually pressed together in a haphazard attempt at protection.
It didn’t work.
He slapped my pussy hard several more times. I twisted side to side, just trying to survive his brutal punishing hand and when he finally paused, I did everything I could to catch my breath.
He cupped my stinging pussy. Then he patted it lightly and I flinched, which only made him grin with triumph.
“This wouldn’t hurt as much if you weren’t so wet for me,” he observed.
I cringed, braving a glance into his eyes and regretting it almost instantly.
“I’m not,” I denied, but he shook his head and lifted his fingers so that they were right in front of my face.
“You’re so wet for me that my fingers are glistening with it,” he continued. I shook hard and as much as I didn’t want to, I looked to see that he was right. I swallowed anxiously, refusing to answer.
“You may deny it all you want, my pretty little wolf, but you’re wet.
For me,” he declared hoarsely. I shook my head, and he grabbed my chin with one hand while forcing his fingers inside my mouth.
I fought him, the sweet musky taste of my own arousal on my tongue especially jarring.
It was like candy, except with a salty aftertaste that would remain long after he cleaned his fingers off with my mouth.
I didn’t like the way his forceful dominance was making my pussy convulse. I didn’t like that he’d made me taste my own arousal.
I bit his fingers hard, and he didn’t flinch. Not even for a second. I knew I wouldn’t hurt him. My strength was no match for him. Teeth would not be enough to pierce his flesh.
His only weakness was silver.
Carefully, he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and quickly slapped my pussy again before he knelt down and kissed the interior of my thigh. I stiffened as his lips drew closer to my pussy and I tried to close my legs. His wide shoulders stopped me cold.
“You should know better than to use your teeth, Ashleigh. Now I’m going to have to use mine,” he warned, and I jerked away. It wasn’t soon enough. His teeth bit down on my clit, nipping hard enough to sting. I cried out in alarm as the aching pressure twisted through me like a knife.
“Please! It hurts!” I wailed and when he finally pulled away, I sighed in abject relief.
“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue,” he demanded.
With my clit still throbbing, I obeyed. He stood up slowly and roughly pushed his fingers along my soaked folds.
He coated his fingers with my wetness before he smeared it all over my tongue.
Startled, I went to pull away and he shook his head.
The taste of myself was more overwhelming than before, sweeter yet somehow bitter at the same time.
“This is what your sassy mouth will earn from now on. Do you understand me?” he said softly, but the underlying threat was there.
“Yes,” I answered meekly, unable to stop myself from trembling.
“Yes, alpha,” he corrected.
“Yes, alpha,” I repeated, feeling my face flush as he wiped off his fingers on my tongue once more.
“Now, you’re going to come for me whether you want to or not.
Then, I’m going to bend you over this bed and give you the belting you deserve, little wolf,” he said, and I shivered hard.
His fingers descended back in between my legs, roughly capturing my punished clit between them.
I whined, closing my eyes as the raw pleasurable sensation jolted through me.
He started to cruelly circle my clit, varying the pressure constantly and forcing me toward the edge of orgasm even as I continued to try to fight it.
I didn’t want to come.
I did.
I shouldn’t.
I needed to.
Everything in the world was cruelly focused on the tiny little bundle of nerves between my legs. I found it hard to remain still. Every muscle in my body wanted to spasm and I held it off as long as I could.
He slapped my pussy hard and the radiating sting was so intense that I moaned out loud.
His rough fingertips returned to teasing me, forcing my desire to come to a head once again.
Once I approached the edge once more, he spanked my pussy even harder.
I jolted, but he started roughly circling my clit again before I could grapple with the burning sting blooming across my most sensitive flesh.
It became too much too fast. Pain and pleasure intermingled together and soon I couldn’t tell one from the other. It was all just sensation and my tortured clit succumbed to him before my mind did.
My core burst open with pleasure, and I cried out.
His fingers became more forceful, more demanding and my pitiful cry transformed into a needy desperate moan.
I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking forward, riding his incredible fingers for everything they were worth.
He didn’t slow when I started coming for him.
He grew rougher and my orgasm deepened, blinding me with its powerful intensity and drowning me in its seemingly endless bliss.
“That’s my good girl. Come for me,” he encouraged, and I whimpered loudly, rocking back and forth until that brutally vicious pleasure finally began to ebb away. My clit pounded with sensation and when I drew in a breath, he used one hand to part my folds so that he could spank my clit directly.
I saw red.
My thighs slapped together, and I moaned, shaking with both the aftereffects of such an intense orgasm and the hard spanking between my thighs.
I slumped down, held up by the belt and he bodily lifted me from the floor.
He reached up and undid the strap, catching me in his arms. I hated how my hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto him as he turned me over and laid me face down over the bed.
I sighed into the firm softness of that mattress.
My quivering muscles slowly relaxed and my body temperature followed.
I felt more sated than I ever had before, at least until he laid the belt down on my back.
I stiffened and pushed my palms against the bed in a panic, but his own on my upper back pressed me back down before I could get any momentum.
I squeaked in surprise, and he cleared his throat.
He ran his fingers across the bareness of my backside, and I shivered, both in pleasure and anxiety because I couldn’t forget the thick strap of leather laid across my lower back.
“I’ve watched you from afar for a long time,” he murmured, and my pussy pulsed hard. He forcibly spread my legs wide and I knew better now than to try to close them. Maybe I could convince him to fuck me now. Maybe I could make him forget that he ever wanted to belt me in the first place.
I lifted my hips, arched my back, and displayed myself for him as obscenely as I could. His fingers brushed the side of my hip as he moved behind me.
“Elijah,” I whispered, and he slapped my ass hard.
“Alpha,” I quickly corrected, and he made a sound of approval as he stepped to the side. “Wait! I’m sorry. Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl for you,” I pleaded.
“Raise your hips. Show me that wet little pussy,” he demanded.
I did. I arched so much that my back felt sore the longer I held it, but I knew it wouldn’t hurt as much as his belt would. His fingertips trailed across my skin, and I shivered, but my pussy clenched in anticipation of his large cock pressing inside me.
He trailed his fingers across my lower back and picked up the belt.
“Wait! Please! I won’t fight you! Take what you want,” I said hurriedly, and he didn’t take the bait.
“It’s time I used this belt in a different way,” he replied.
“Please! Not the belt!” I exclaimed desperately.
“You’ve had this coming for a long time, little wolf. I’m going to take great pleasure in striping this pretty little ass red,” he growled and the harsh swish of the belt cutting through the air caught me off guard.
I wasn’t ready for that first terrible lash.
A blazing line of fire cut across my ass, vicious and brutally cruel enough to take my breath away.
I keened and another one followed, this one just a little bit lower than the first. Fearfully, I tried to close my legs and the belt descended even lower, striping every inch of my backside with a stinging ruthlessness that left me spinning.
“Keep your thighs open. I want to watch how much wetter your punishment makes you,” he demanded, and I shook hard. The belt stung enough to dampen my defiance and I opened them, moaning into the sheets beneath me as the ache radiated across my bottom and deep into my core.
My sore pussy throbbed almost as if it was asking him for more.
When he paused, I bit my lip as he ran his fingers over my marks. I hoped my ordeal was over, but little did I know it was only just beginning.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he instructed, and I held my breath as I did as he asked. I whimpered when he pinned them. Whatever he had planned, I told myself that I would remain strong. He wouldn’t make me scream and he most definitely wouldn’t make me cry.
“I think it’s finally time for the real punishment to begin,” he growled, and the belt whipped across my bottom hard enough to steal my breath away. I rasped as I tried to draw in air, but the next wicked lash of the belt was upon me before I had a chance.
The belting before had been nothing more than a warmup. This was the real thing.
One after the other, the belt licked into my flesh. The end of the belt snapped against both sides of my ass, cruel and viciously intense. He whipped my poor defenseless ass from the very tops of my cheeks to the bottom curve where my thighs began.
It was overwhelming and cruel, and I bit my lip to try to keep any cries I made quiet. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.