Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Her pupils dilate, and she sways on her feet. A fresh hit of lust rockets through me at the scent of her arousal. “Both.”
“Greedy. I like that.” I rip her shirt off over her head. She’s wearing a pale pink lace bra beneath it that makes my mouth water.
She shoves her shorts and fishnets down her hips. “You would.”
Holding her gaze, I slowly shake my head. “There’s that mouth again.”
She looks right back at me. Is she daring me to take her in hand? I know by the scent of her arousal that the idea turns her on, but it’s a big leap when I don’t have verbal consent. I suspect she simultaneously wants my dominance and to maintain control. Or she wants me to take her in hand, but to let her save face at the same time. I’ll have to tread carefully.
If this goes wrong, and she tells Madi, Brick will cut off my dick.
I spin her around and press her upper back down over the side of the bed. She tenses and holds her breath but doesn’t fight me or protest. I unhook her bra from the back. Anticipation sparks everywhere in my body. My need to consume her flames hotter. I want to dominate the hell out of her. To own that hot body. To show her everything I make her feel.
I want to hear her moan. Scream. Beg.
I want Aubrey Cook. The chaos-inducing, puppy toting, disrespectful human who, for some inexplicable reason, makes my cock harder than steel.
I slap her ass, then slide both of my hands over her hips and down her outer thighs to finish removing her shorts and fishnets.
Since she didn’t complain about the spank, I’m torn between giving her a proper punishment and getting my mouth on that wet cunt of hers.
Before I remember not to show her my strength, I’ve lifted her hips in the air and placed her knees on the mattress. She balances on her hands and knees, but I push between her shoulder blades, forcing her beautiful breasts to my gray silk bedcover.
Dew glistens on her labia. I give her other butt cheek a slap, hard enough to make a loud smacking sound. I lean over and bite her ass. “You’re so fucking delectable.”
It’s not like me to dish out praise, even to a sex partner, but the honesty just tumbles out of my mouth. I part her ass cheeks and lick her pussy. “Push that ass out,” I order, making my voice a bark.
Pepper whimpers at the sound from outside the door. I sent him a mental image of waiting for me in the hall earlier, and he wisely obeyed.
I slide my thumb in Aubrey’s wet channel, splaying my fingers over her sacrum, and pump in and out. She’s juicier than a peach, ripe for plucking. “I’m going to show you what happens when you’ve earned a punishment from me.”
Her walls squeeze around my thumb, proving my notion that she’s more than into this scenario.
I remove my thumb from her channel and use the moisture gathered to rub over her asshole.
She squeezes against the sensation.
I spank her–just one slap–but when she moans in pleasure, I decide it’s time for a proper punishment.
I deliver a flurry of light spanks, warming her ass without challenging her, then I stop and circle her ass with my palm, rubbing and squeezing. “Stay right there,” I command.
I have no idea if she’ll obey.
Or if she’ll obey but give me lip about it.
She doesn’t. She appears to have entered the mental zone of surrender.
I kiss one red cheek before I swiftly go to retrieve a bottle of lube from my ensuite bathroom.
Pepper sticks his nose through the bedroom door and wags his tail, but I ignore him. He retreats again.
Returning with the open lube bottle, I dribble a dollop over her anus.
She jerks, so I hold her hip to steady and reassure her. Like the puppy who simply requires an alpha, her body needs the security of being owned, so she can let go and experience deep pleasure. If she feels unsafe, her brain will stay on line, parsing the situation, trying to decide what to do next, or how to respond. She will be in performance or protection mode.
I want her in receiving mode. I need her to feel my control deeply. To know that I’m in charge now–she doesn’t have to worry about anything but obeying my directions.
A blindfold would help. Tying her up would add to the sensory experience as well.
I need to slow down and deliver a scene she’ll want to repeat. My wolf has me on edge, dying to fuck her into oblivion, but now is not the time for me to take. Now is the time to give.
I marshal my self-control, putting my wolf on lock. I walk to my closet and grab two ties. When I return, I slide one around Aubrey’s head to cover her eyes. She shifts and turns her head to let me tie it in the back, then lowers her cheek back to my bedspread.