Chapter 12 #3
I rolled my hips a bit faster, rode him a bit more shamefully. Soon enough, the raw need pulsing through my clit became too much for me. I no longer thought about what I might look like, how much I would blush when I thought about this later. I lost myself on his tongue.
When my orgasm finally began, he took back control.
He tortured my clit more firmly. His fingers thrust into me more cruelly.
When my second orgasm broke, I could feel my entire core trembling with it.
My inner walls grasped desperately at his fingers, milking them for every last bit of pleasure they offered.
I wailed and shook against that countertop, breaking hard as he took my pleasure and made it his.
By the time that second orgasm finally ebbed, I closed my eyes, reveling in the continuous aftershocks that rattled my body long after it was over.
His mouth pulled away and I whined as his fingers pulled out of me.
Those same two fingers were suddenly forcing their way in between my lips, and I opened my mouth for them.
The taste of my orgasm was much stronger than just my arousal. It was sweet and heady and milky, which only made my pulse surge with greater need. I suckled at his fingers, doing my best to clean off all the evidence of me the best I could.
He pulled them free of my lips with a pop when I was done.
“Good girl,” he murmured. His arms wrapped around me, and he lifted me clear off the counter.
Roughly, he tossed me over his shoulder and slapped my bottom.
It wasn’t a particularly hard smack, but it was enough to reignite the leftover burn from my paddling.
He paused just long enough to grab the horrible piece of wood before he carried me into the living room.
He sat down on the massive plush couch and quickly deposited me face down over his lap.
“This pretty bottom is still very red from the paddle,” he mused, and he laid the paddle in front of my face.
“Yes, alpha.” I squirmed. I couldn’t look away from the deceptive wooden implement. It looked so innocent but was far more sobering than it appeared. His fingers slid over my bottom, exploring me slowly and tracing the red that he had painted there himself.
“You wanted me to remind you who was in control, didn’t you, little wolf?” he asked, and his hands squeezed one side of my ass and then the other.
“Yes, alpha,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks flush almost immediately at having to confess such a thing.
“I thought so,” he replied thoughtfully. Something about his tone made me a bit anxious and I chewed my bottom lip. He reached into his pocket and then he was holding something else in front of my face.
I swallowed hard. It was a very large butt plug with a purple jewel at the base. It was made out of steel, bulbous and round and just looking at it made my asshole tense nervously.
“It makes my cock very hard to remind you that I am your alpha, and you are my mate, little wolf,” he said darkly. “Now, if you don’t want another paddling, you will reach back and spread your cheeks for me. You will then ask me to plug your pretty little asshole,” he demanded.
I froze, remembering how his finger had felt inside my bottom and how shameful it had felt. I couldn’t forget how hard it had made me come either.
“Hold the paddle in your hands, little wolf,” he directed.
Hesitantly, I took it in my fingers and gulped hard.
“Now put it back down and obey my instructions before I decide to take it and paddle this bottom until you’re sobbing over my knee before I spread your cheeks and plug you myself.
Either way, you’re going to be wearing this plug for me,” he continued.
I put the wooden paddle down like it had scorched my skin.
I swallowed hard, staring at it as I reached back and took my bottom cheeks in my fingers.
I spread myself a little and waited, only to have him demand that I open myself wider.
With a whimper, I spread my cheeks as wide as I dared.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how my asshole was on complete display.
He slipped the plug inside my pussy, twirling it back and forth as he coated it with my wetness. As if to tease me, he pumped it in and out of my entrance several times before he pulled it out and dragged it up the cleft of my ass before settling it on top of my very reluctant hole.
He waited. I knew what he wanted, and I knew what was at stake if I delayed any longer. I stared at the paddle and opened my mouth, begging for the far more shameful thing instead.
“Please plug my bottom, alpha,” I whispered, the words barely audible because that was all I could manage.
“Louder,” he commanded.
“Please plug my asshole, alpha,” I wailed, clutching at my bottom cheeks as I held them apart.
“Good girl,” he replied, and he pushed the plug against my bottom hole.
I didn’t dare let go of my backside, but my cheeks tensed under my grip.
My asshole fought its entrance, but the metal surface was slick with my arousal.
The tip was small, stretching me just a little at first. I tried to relax, but as more of the plug forced its way inside me, it soon became impossible.
The plug was far bigger than his fingers, but I knew his cock would be that much larger. I struggled, crying out as the burning pain radiated around my asshole. It surged up and down my spine. I wailed and he roughly pushed the rest of it inside me.
A cruel spiral of deep agony rendered me helpless for several long seconds. I whimpered and the pain eventually lessened, leaving my bottom hole aching. I squirmed a little over his lap, trying to take in the feeling of heavy fullness inside my ass.
As much as I wanted to hate it, my pussy was throbbing once again.
“This asshole is so very pretty when it’s properly jeweled,” he observed, and I blushed heavily at his words. He gripped the top of the plug and pumped it in and out of me, making me moan out loud at the very shameful reminder of his power over me.
“You may let go. I’m going to spank you now and then you’re going to lower this perfect little body down on my cock with your bottom sore inside and out,” he said, and my pussy tightened, which only reignited the soreness around my asshole.
I released my bottom. I whined when I realized that the plug was holding my cheeks open just enough to reveal the purple jewel at the top, that he’d be able to see it even when he spanked me.
His arm wound around my waist and then he slapped my bottom cheeks hard several times.
Unlike the paddle, his palm felt that much more personal and with each stinging spank, my pussy practically sizzled with want.
When he slapped the bottom curves of my cheeks, it jostled my pussy just enough to make my clit throb irrationally.
My hips rose to meet his touch and occasionally, he would pause long enough to tease my clit with his fingers.
Every spank reminded me of the fullness of the plug in my bottom. When he spanked directly over it, I was so needy that I could hardly stand it.
I needed him to fuck me.
His cock was impossibly hard beneath me. With a little bit of sassy feistiness, I reached beneath my belly and stroked his cock. I wanted it inside me more than anything.
“Do you think you’ve earned my cock, little wolf?” he asked darkly, and my fingers grasped it greedily.
“Yes, alpha?” I answered tentatively. He didn’t reply with words, but with a series of hard spanks that left me whimpering and gasping by the time he was through.
“Is your ass sore?” he questioned.
“It is very sore, alpha,” I answered, and I meant every word. I had a feeling I’d probably even have trouble sitting down in the morning.
“What about that pretty little asshole?” he asked as he gripped the end of the plug and roughly pumped it in and out of my bottom. I whined, fresh waves of pain and pleasure surging through me at the deliciously cruel treatment.
“It hurts, alpha,” I cried out and he pushed it back in brutally. My asshole radiated with soreness, and I waited over his knee, unsure of what he might do next, which only made my pussy react with visceral need.
“Stand in front of me,” he demanded. I rushed to obey him, even though my legs felt like jelly.
He stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.
He kicked off his shoes and socks next before his hands finally reached for the button at his waist. Slowly, he undid it, sliding down the zipper without a hurry.
My thighs rubbed against one another in anticipation.
I clenched around the plug several times, imagining what it would feel like to have both of my holes filled at the same time.
Would it hurt? Would I come really hard? Would I like it?
He pushed his pants down to the floor. Then he slid each foot free. When he was finally naked, he sat back against the couch with the handsome arrogance of a god. His cock was impossibly hard, and I worried the inside of my cheek.
Would his massive cock even fit inside me with my ass full of his plug?
“Climb on top of me. Situate yourself so that you take just the head of my cock inside you and no more,” he instructed.
Anxiously, I climbed up and wrapped my arms around his neck for support. I rose just high enough and tentatively wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was difficult for me, but I lined him up and lowered myself just enough so that only the tip of his cock was inside me.
Fuck. He was so big.