Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“These people are going to depend on us for structure. We might be younger than they are, but we are the alphas of this pack. So you are going to be held to high standards. You are going to be disciplined when you do not live up to them, and…” He steps in and thrusts his cock inside me, no warning, just the rough claiming of an alpha punishing his mate. “You will be fucked until you are sore if you fail me.”
I almost come there and then, my pussy gripping his cock with desperate arousal as his words and his demeanor and all the heat of the whipping combine to make me melt into orgasmic need.
He fucks me, comes in me, waits until the knot is big and thick inside my ravaged pussy, then starts to tease my nipples and my clit, forcing me through orgasms that don’t seem to subside until another one starts. He is playing my body as if it is an instrument that belongs to him, making me writhe on his cock as I completely lose control.
“Ow,” I whimper when he finally slides from my ravaged pussy and lets me stand up. I am unsteady on my feet, so he helps keep me balanced, his hands on my hips.
“Ow,” he agrees, tilting my face up toward him. “I bet that ass hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Maître.” I never call him maître, I’m not even sure how the word got into my brain, but there it is.
He smiles, pleased. “That sounds fucking hot coming from your punished mouth,” he growls. “I’m going to be sterner with you from now on, Trixie. I’m going to make things hurt when I think they should hurt. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I nod as he pats my bottom, not soothing, just claiming. “I understand that was hot.”
He nuzzles me and pulls me close, his seed slowly dripping from my legs as he lets me rest against him. “It was,” he says. “Now, are you ready to behave in a civilized fashion? Or do you need another round of whipping before dinner?”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.
“Pup, I would happily spank you from now until the dinner bell is rung if I thought it would make you behave. These people have been through a lot.”
“If only I knew how that felt.”
“I know you do, which is why you need to be a good influence.” His fingers drift down my stomach and find the hood of my clit, pressing on my mound so it pulls up, massaging just above my pussy, driving me crazy all over again, one finger tapping the super sensitive bud of my clit.
“If you’re not a good girl, I’ll spread you open and whip your pussy,” he says.
“Mnngghh,” I moan.
“Or maybe I’ll do it if you’re good,” he says, cocking his head to the side.
He perches me on the back of the couch and slides his fingers into my aching sex, drawing out our wetness and using it to lubricate my exposed clit, which he spanks with two fingers, tapping and swatting at my swollen sex.
“You really do like this,” he says as wetness drips from the core of me. “Exposed, punished, hot, sore, fucked, and you still want more.”
He slaps my spread pussy with a stern stroke, watching my expression as I flush and writhe. “Oh, it feels good, doesn’t it, right now everything that hurts feels good. You’re so horny, so wet, so in heat…”
He pushes two fingers inside me, finding me soaked.
His cock is starting to get hard again as he twists those digits inside me, and I know he’s going to mate me again. The look in his eyes makes my pussy being stretched wide an absolute inevitability.
This time, it is on hands and knees, on the floor, my face pressed to the rug, my hips high.
“Like the animal you are,” he growls, standing over me and lowering himself down, legs bent to dip his cock back inside my wet pussy, almost teasing me with the tip. I take the submissive animal pose and he masters my body and my mind, fucking me from a completely dominant position, which twists the both of us into positions not made for comfort, but for heat.
At some point, we tumble forward, his cock in my pussy, his hands on the floor behind my ass, his toes holding him up in a bridge position as he fucks me with my legs bent over my head. We are contorted, we are animal, we are coming apart and together, collapsing onto the floor in a tangle of pulsing sexes.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask the question when I regain the power of speech.
“A ravaging. While we’re young, and flexible, and that doesn’t put our backs out,” he grins. He is in a much better mood for having come twice and punished me thoroughly, and funnily enough, so am I.