Chapter 12 #2
He didn’t leave a single inch of my bottom unpunished. I couldn’t think or speak or do anything but take it. When I reached back to try to block it, he caught my wrist and pinned it behind my back. His body pressed against my hip, the iron-hard spike of his erection quickly apparent.
“Please! It hurts,” I begged.
He paddled my thighs next, taking extra care to punish the area where my bottom cheeks met the tops of my legs.
“What do you need, little wolf?” he demanded.
The paddle never stopped. It was quick, and I was soon overwhelmed by the stinging pain.
I opened my mouth, fully intending to answer his question, but all I could manage were desperate cries for mercy.
Finally, he paused long enough for me to squeeze my eyes shut and catch my breath.
“Please, alpha. I need to come on your tongue,” I begged.
He paddled me much more firmly several times and I wailed. If this went on much longer, he was going to make me cry. My paddling went on for several more moments and just when my breath hitched in the back of my throat, he stopped and placed the paddle back down on the counter.
My backside was on absolute fire. He’d scalded me with that paddle all the way down to mid-thigh.
Cruelly, he lifted me by my waist and deposited me back in a seated position on the counter.
I yelped the moment my backside connected with the hard stone.
I sniffled, pouting as the stinging pain burned that much hotter.
“Do you need my mouth, little wolf?” he whispered darkly. My pussy was soaking wet now and he forced my legs open. His thumb glided along my inner thigh and my clit practically leapt at his touch.
“Please, alpha,” I begged.
“I will give you my mouth, my sweet mate, but I want you thinking about something as you come for me. You will remember that you’re still going over my knee after I lick that needy little pussy.
Will it be your choice whether or not it’s my hand or the paddle?
” he pressed, and my thighs trembled a bit against him.
“No, alpha,” I whimpered.
“Open your legs and lean back on your elbows. Put yourself on display for me. Show me where you need my tongue,” he instructed, and I moaned softly as I followed his instructions.
With my bottom still very sore from the paddle, I didn’t need to be told twice.
I knew now that he would not hesitate to use it again.
I spread my thighs as wide as I could, quivering as he studied me. I blushed heavily, but I didn’t move. I let him look because that’s what he wanted. There was a part of me that also wanted him to look, that wanted to know just the sight of me made his cock hard as a rock.
He kissed my hipbone, and I couldn’t help but arch into him. He chuckled lightly. I expected him to reprimand me, but he simply continued the kisses across my thighs until he kissed directly on top of my mound.
He studied me for several moments, making me squirm with shame.
“This pussy is so very pretty, especially when it’s been naughty and has had to be spanked bright pink,” he observed, and my legs twitched. His shoulders prevented me from closing them, which made me feel increasingly out of control.
His arm pressed against my lower belly as he gently coaxed me to lie down on my back.
I practically shook off the counter when his lips lightly kissed my clit for the first time.
“You are not allowed to push me away with your hands. I will bind them if I have to, but that will most certainly mean you need another very hard paddling when I’m through with this pussy, little wolf,” he said darkly.
“I understand, alpha,” I whispered nervously.
I arched my back a little and slipped my hands beneath it, pinning myself for him. He watched, his eyes sparkling with approval.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, and my heart swelled.
“Please, alpha. Please let me come for you. Please let me show you I can be your good girl,” I pleaded.
Suddenly, it was incredibly important to me that I prove myself.
I wanted to be his good girl. I didn’t want to earn any more of that terrible paddle.
It had been brutal, but now my entire body was vibrating with need.
I wanted to come. I wanted to please him and ride him till he came inside me, to show him that I was everything that he had ever wanted and needed in a mate.
I opened my thighs as wide as I could manage, and he growled low in appreciation.
“I want five orgasms from you tonight, little wolf. Two of them are going to be on my tongue. The rest will be on my cock,” he snarled and just the sound of his words made something inside me snap. Visceral desire radiated through me, and I started begging once again.
“Please. Please,” I mumbled, no longer able to focus on forming complete sentences when my pussy was pounding this hard with insatiable need.
His mouth slipped along my inner thigh, kissing me tenderly. I loved how it felt, but it wasn’t where I wanted him the most. When I whined openly, he chuckled.
“Do you need something, little wolf?”
He was teasing me. Maybe this was a part of the punishment I’d earned from refusing to answer his questions. He was making me wait and there wasn’t anything I could do to make it stop. He was in a position of ultimate control.
“Please let me come on your tongue, alpha,” I finally managed. His mouth didn’t surround my clit though. He kissed the top of my mound and not where I needed him the most.
He was going to make me come when he wished it and not a moment sooner. He held power over me, and I felt it even more deeply than when he’d whipped me with his belt or paddled my bottom.
I was desperate for him. I didn’t dare move my hands, but I did everything else I could to show him just how much I needed him. My hips were rocking back and forth, seeking his mouth as he denied me. The whimpers that escaped my lips were pitifully needy, but I no longer cared.
My pussy was burning with fire. The paddling had hurt, but it had stoked something inside me to render me a writhing mess of needy woman. My clit was pulsing constantly, a ferocious drumbeat that refused to quell.
“Please. I’m begging you. Please let me come. I’ll be your good girl and come hard for you,” I wailed.
My eyes nearly rolled back in my head when his tongue flicked forward to slide over my clit. I gasped loudly and his mouth surrounded me there. His fingers teased my entrance as his mouth closed over my clit and I knew it wouldn’t take very long for me to fall apart all over his tongue.
My scorched backside burned, but my pussy flared hotter. My clit throbbed underneath his tongue and when he sucked it inside his mouth, I knew that holding back my impending orgasm would be nearly impossible.
His warm wet tongue flicked my clit back and forth, circling and teasing it with varying pressure until I was a veritable mess of insatiable need. I whimpered and moaned endlessly, feeling my core tighten further until I felt myself begin to fray apart at the seams.
Boiling heat surged through my veins. My skin felt so hot that beads of sweat were forming at my brow. I closed my eyes, and all of my senses were immediately focused on the man who’d taken my life and turned it upside down.
His mouth tortured me, taunting me with orgasm many times until I could do nothing more other than desperately plead for release. I arched up against his tongue, scraping my clit against it and the fingers that had been teasing my entrance thrust up into me with vivid force.
I cried out and his lips locked onto my clit. It was time for me to come for him.
My back arched clean off the island as that first orgasm took me captive.
I wailed from the very start, suffering through the delicious pleasure he’d stoked inside me.
My core collapsed in on itself, spiraling and shattering with endless quakes of pleasure.
I screamed as it intensified, my hips rolling against him as he wrenched every bit of pleasure out of me that he could.
His fingers danced inside of me, switching between petting a place deep inside me and thrusting into me with wild abandon.
My inner walls clutched at them, both wanting to take them and force them out.
I knew that he’d pressed more than one finger inside of me and as wet as I was, it still hurt a little bit.
That was probably making my orgasm that much harder, to be honest.
By the time that first one finally crested, a sizzling satisfied sensation settled over me. The fight in me had boiled away along with it. I no longer wanted to push him to punish me or anything else. I simply wanted to take what he gave me because he wanted to give it.
My body relaxed against the counter. My clit felt especially sensitive, and when his tongue settled on top of it once again, I flinched. I knew better than to pull away though.
“Please. Let me come for you again, alpha,” I whispered hoarsely.
He stoked my pleasure more slowly this time, taking advantage of the languid state of my body. I rode his tongue shamefully, seeking out its flat wet surface time and time again. Just when I was ready to come, he pulled back and cleared his throat.
“I want to see you get yourself off on my tongue. Make it a good one, little wolf. I expect to be impressed,” he chided, and my hips obediently rose toward his mouth.
He suckled on my clit and pressed his tongue against me.
I pushed back against him. My clit throbbed greedily, and I gasped as a frisson of fierce pleasure raced through me.
I quivered hard, knowing this next orgasm was going to be even stronger than the last.
His tongue rolled against my clit, and I rocked against him.
I blushed at first, unable to look at him knowing he was watching the way my body desperately sought him out, the way my desire was playing out across my face, everything.
He could probably see my nipples hardening, giving away how much I desperately wanted to come for him again.