Chapter Fifteen #2
She let out a thin whine and shifted her hips, as though she could get satisfaction from him that way.
She couldn’t, of course. He wasn’t Trent, who would have given in after the first little whimper she let out. The sound turned into pure frustration before she blew out a slow breath from her pink lips. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He could feel her glare.
“For sleeping on the couch.”
He smiled softly at her sullen tone. She hated to admit to doing anything wrong, at least she hated it in part. The other side of her, that submissive, beautiful creature she tried to hide, reveled in the way he took her to task for each infraction.
Not that he was overly harsh. He only reacted when she did something knowingly.
“Now, I remember having this talk with you just yesterday when you did the same thing to Kyle. We agreed that if you wake up and can’t stay in bed anymore, you’ll let the alpha know, didn’t we?
” He pulled his fingers from her, then went to the side of the bed she was facing and crouched down, into her line of sight.
She didn’t answer, her stubborn little lips pressed tight together.
“Didn’t we, sweet?” He traced his finger over her lip, smearing her own wetness over her.
She nodded, some of the fire leaving her.
“So why’d I wake up this morning to an empty bed?”
She opened her mouth, and Daniel slipped the two fingers in before she could answer.
Her full lips wrapped around his fingers and licked him clean without him asking.
That was the thing—she liked to fight back at times, as if she needed to prove she could fight back, but that didn’t change the natural instinct inside her that cried out to him to own her.
He pulled his fingers back and resisted the urge to grasp her chin, instead lifting an eyebrow.
It took a moment of confusion before she seemed to recall the question he’d asked. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “I haven’t been sleeping well. I just can’t get comfortable, and by the time it’s four in the morning, I’m miserable and sick of just lying there.”
“And you didn’t wake me up why? Because either I’d have worn you out so you could sleep or I’d have gotten up with you.”
Her pretty green eyes darted away as they always did when she didn’t want to answer, when she didn’t like the idea of exposing her secrets.
Too bad for her.
He slid his hand into her hair and gripped tightly until she looked at him again.
“I don’t like asking for help,” she whispered. “I figured you didn’t need to lose any sleep over my problems.”
And, as it always did, that tiny confession drew up an ache. The girl hated relying on anyone, always so sure they’d turn her away, that they’d only end up letting her down.
He loosened his grip, then leaned in to offer a soft kiss, tasting her own sweet pussy on her lips. “If I didn’t want to help you, I wouldn’t demand you wake me up. Do you really think I’m the sort of man who does anything I don’t want to do?”
She shook her head. Quiet now, is she? Maybe she’s learning.
He doubted it.
“So am I not going to get a punishment?” Hope flickered in her eyes, a sparkle there saying she’d expected to get off the hook.
“You’ve spent too much time with Trent spoiling you. No, sweet, you’re not getting out of your punishment. However, I want you to tell me your safe words again.”
The moment of indecision had his cock hardening more, almost painful against his zipper. That edge of fear, the way a submissive looked at him like they weren’t sure they’d love whatever he planned, always did it for him.
“Master and red,” she told him with a soft voice.
“And you’re welcome to use yellow if you need, too.”
“What are you going to do?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? He didn’t answer right away, savoring the way she squirmed as the more time passed, as he rose and walked behind her and she still had no answer.
“Daniel?”
He still didn’t speak, letting her stew, letting her own mind get the better of her. Sometimes people could be best affected by the right word, but often times their mind supplied things far worse than he could.
Even still, her alluring scent filled the room, telling him that she wasn’t scared. Unsure? Nervous? Absolutely. But not afraid.
He disrobed, making sure to set the clothing items beside her so she knew what he was doing. Again, the sight of wetness on her thighs, of how tempting her cunt looked, threatened to goad him into giving in.
He shook his head and grabbed what he’d set on the dresser after he’d tied her up. “Do you remember what I said before, sweet?”
“Not really. I try not to pay attention.”
“Well then, let’s see if I can remind you.” He dripped lube onto his fingers, then used one hand to spread her cheeks. He pressed a finger to her ass, growling softly at the way she tensed against the touch, the way she shifted as though she could get free.
Beautiful. She reminded him of a wild creature, one that didn’t easily give in.
“You are out of your fucking mind,” she snapped. “If you think I’m going to let you do that, you’re stupider than I thought.”
He continued to rub against her ass, not pushing in yet, teasing and taunting her all at once.
“You have a safe word, but nothing else. If you really need to stop, you know what to say. Otherwise? The more you curse and threaten me, the more fun I’ll have.
” He curled his lips into a smile as he pressed into her with just one finger.
“You might not have as much, but then again, this is a punishment.”
She shuddered through her entire body, as though the sensation were strange and new and overwhelming. Then again, the last time he’d done this, she’d been in heat, which meant he could have probably done anything and she’d have enjoyed it.
If she remembered it at all.
“Nothing to say?” He taunted her with his words, and when her chest expanded with a large breath, when he was sure she was about to tell him off, he thrust his finger deeper into her and set a quick rhythm.
Which was more than enough to stop anything she had thought to say. Instead, Alison gasped and dropped into a moan.
God, I want to hear more of that sound.
He grasped her hip to hold her still, not because she was trying to get away but rather because she was pushing back toward him.
He’d known she’d enjoy this, that as soon as she let go of her hang-ups—or rather, when he made her let go of them—she’d find it wasn’t the terrible activity she’d imagined.
And given that her rule breaking hadn’t been that horrible, he didn’t mind her enjoying her punishment—at least some of it.
He shifted to two fingers, and when she relaxed, he moved to three. At three she whined, a sound that made his cock twitch, the sort of breathless plea that sat somewhere between pain and pleasure.
Which was exactly the thing he’d waited for.
“Okay, sweet, are you ready? Because I’ve waited a while for this, and I’m tired of waiting.”
He pulled his fingers from her, then got onto the bed behind her. He spread her legs slightly, as wide as the bar would let them go, to align them right.
As soon as he pressed against her, when he stared down over her sweat-soaked back, he groaned.
He might want her ass right then, but he was pretty sure that wouldn’t be anywhere near the end of it.
Alison pressed her face to the blankets on Daniel’s bed to try to muffle the sounds she wanted to make, the ones he pulled from her as he forced her untrained ass to spread around his thick cock.
The sounds were quiet, high-pitched and pathetic. She reminded herself of a prey animal caught in a trap, and she knew without question that Daniel would get off to it.
But, even as her mind rejected the entire idea of this, even as she pulled at where her wrists were cuffed to the bar between her ankles, her cunt had never been wetter.
Which was more than a little frustrating, since Daniel had still not touched her clit at all.
She’d have been used to that had he been just any man, one she could have given the benefit of the doubt to as just not knowing where exactly a woman’s clit was.
However, Daniel knew. He’d brought her to screaming release more than once already, so he had no issues with knowing exactly how to do it.
Which meant this was on purpose, and a denied orgasm was the sort of thing Alison couldn’t just ignore.
All her thinking didn’t help distract her from the stretch and sting as Daniel slipped deeper into her, as he took her in a way no one else ever had—a way she’d have sworn weeks before no one else ever would.
And for all her complaining, for all the ways she had said no and assured herself she’d hate this, her body responded as though it had been desperate for just this perversion.
Something wrapped in her hair and tugged hard, lifting her face from the blanket.
His searing body pressed against hers when he’d bottomed out, when he’d sunk every last inch of his dick into her. “I want to hear you, sweet,” he growled in a tone so low her cunt squeezed around nothing.
Why did that turn her on? Why did she love the sound of his voice like that, when he didn’t hold any pity, when he wasn’t treating her as though she were fragile? Instead, he might be in charge, but he fucked her as if he knew she couldn’t be broken.
Still, she made no sound, unwilling to give that up to him just yet.
“Don’t play that game with me,” he warned.
“Believe me, I can do this longer than you can hold out, and it just makes the prize all that much sweeter. How about this? I’ll know you’ve learned your lesson when you ask me to stop.
Asking for things, that’s your problem, that’s what got you here in the first place, so why don’t I just keep going until you ask me to stop? ”
The idea was insane, and yet it made her chest grow tight. Alison didn’t ask, not for anything, not ever.
“I thought this was about you punishing me. Didn’t figure you’d let me off so easy.”