Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
He looks down at me, his eyes making intense contact with mine.
“Do you want to know what wolves would do with you?”
“Yes,” I say. If he’s a source, and I think he is, then I want to get as much out of him as I can. If not his cum, a more mental load.
“I can tell you that a girl like you would be taken like the little bitch in heat she is. And I can tell you that your resistance to behaving would end up with you being whipped until you submitted.”
He stands back, whips the belt out of his jeans, loops it in his hands, and smacks it against his palm. It makes a whip-crack kind of sound and I flinch.
“You’re not going to use that on me.”
“Have you ever been spanked?”
“No. It’s barbaric.”
I wasn’t punished as a child. I was never badly behaved and my parents weren’t the sort to go around hitting their only daughter. Once they died, I was appointed a guardian, but they were indulgent and I was, well, deep in other problems.
“The creatures you’re trying to find are barbaric. They’re rough. They’re brutal. They don’t show mercy to those who don’t know how to get in line.”
He grips me by the back of the neck and marches me over to my desk, clearing it in one sweep of his massive arm, then bending me over it, holding me in place with his hand on my neck.
“I’m going to give you a taste of what being owned by a beast is really like. By the time I leave this office, you’re never going to want to expose yourself to wolves again. This story will be so distasteful to you that even seeing a puppy dog will make you run in the other direction.”
With that, he snaps the belt against my ass. The leather hits my bare skin with a vicious slap that makes me gasp. I feel an instant sting, then a flush of heat. He does it again, harder the next time. Like he’s getting a sense for what I can take. The third time is harder still, and that time I cry out, kicking my legs because my entire ass feels like it is on fire.
He shows no mercy, continually working the belt over my ass and up and down my thighs, over and over as I kick and wriggle and eventually start to beg and cry.
This isn’t like the sex, which only felt better the longer it went on. This is true punishment and it gets worse the longer it continues.
“I’m sorry. Please stop. Please, fuck, ouch, it hurts, please…”
“Of course it hurts, you spoiled little girl,” he says. “The whole point is to make your ass hurt so you listen to me. This didn’t have to happen. You could have avoided it just by saying yes when I asked you to leave this alone. But you wanted to be rebellious. You wanted to be human and presumptuous. You didn’t care that you were being given a chance to get away without pain.”
He belts me several more times, a good half dozen swats landing on my ass and making tears spring to my eyes.
“Crying won’t help you,” he says. “If you’re going to insist on getting closer to wild things, you may as well get used to pain and punishment, because that is all that awaits you.”
The belt lands again, cracking with repetitive methodical repetition until I am sobbing over the few pages of research that got left on the desk when he cleared it off.
I don’t know how to make him stop. I’m not going to give up my research. It is my life’s purpose. Being beaten is bad, but it’s not as bad as losing my whole reason for being.
“Tell me you’re going to stop,” he insists.
“No!” I reply. I can’t say more than that. It’s hard to speak when you’re bawling your eyes out, when you feel like you’re losing every bit of control. But I won’t lose that. I won’t lose myself.
I hear him curse under his breath. He drops the belt and for a moment there is nothing but the soft sound of my sobs breaking the silence of the room. Then I feel his hand on my lower back, planting me firmly on the desk. One of his feet sweeps mine open. I am exposed. I am wet.
He thrusts his cock deep inside my pussy, fucking me harder than before, slamming home inside me time and time again until I am so sore that it feels as though my insides are being stretched impossibly wide around a cock that is somehow growing.
The pain from the belt is starting to melt in the heat of the sex. This is truly magical and transformative, an experience that makes all the other feelings I was having suddenly seem like completely different feelings. His cock makes my clit tingle. My clit makes my ass throb with hotness, takes that heat and turns it into wetness and desire. I can feel my mind tingling along with the rest of me as I completely submit to the moment.