Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He rewards me by ghosting the tips of his fingers around my underwear-clad clit. I let out a soft moan as I lose yet more ground. I want him to make me come so bad.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growls down at me. “Such a wild, tempestuous thing. And you have so much potential yet to be discovered. You have no idea the things you can feel and all you can be.”
He punctuates those words with a firmer rub to my clit, putting me into a temporary trance as I focus all my attention on his fingers and the feeling and the fact that my underwear is getting completely soaked through by my arousal.
He pauses, moves his fingers to the waistband of my panties, and slowly peels them down over my ass and thighs, removing them from my legs entirely.
I spread for him as he slides his hand back up the inside of my thigh and once again teases my pussy.
“You’re absolutely soaked,” he says. The feeling of him being up there, holding me, looking down at me, seeing the undeniable reaction between my legs and knowing this ends with me impaled in a way I’ve never been before gives me both hot bursts of shame and nervous anticipation.
He slides a finger between my lips, presses it a little way inside me and stops as he reaches the inner barrier that tells him everything he needs to know about me.
* * *
Rex
It’s so easy to forget how virginal she is. The attitude, the power, she seems more precocious than she is. I think back to yesterday, when she stood in the office she’d more or less stolen from me and told me to get the fuck out of it. The nerve of this little whelp is incredible.
I slide my finger out and then back in, toying with her. She wants to squirm and buck, but I wrap my other arm tight around her waist and keep her right where she is.
The whining little whimper of complaint makes me smile. She thinks she’s resisting me, but I know I could have her wrapped around my cock at any moment. There is nothing she could do to stop me. She knows that. I know that.
“Tell me what you want,” I say softly, drawing my finger slowly out of her virginal pussy. Taking my time with her is proving to be a delicious reward in its own right. I am going to make her feel every bit of her deflowering.
“I don’t know,” she whimpers.
But she does. Of course she does. There is only one thing for her to want, and it is to be bred.
This little she-wolf has been saving herself for me for her entire life.
The resistance at the tip of my finger is going to disappear today. I work my finger in a little more, slowly circling inside her. I want to help her adjust to being filled, and if I can gently remove that barrier before my cock is inside her, that would be ideal. I know a lot of brutal alphas would want to rip through that with their cocks. They’d enjoy the shriek of pain, the tears. They’d mistake all of that for dominance.
I am sure the time will come when I pin her down and fuck her senseless, but this first time I want to instill a more sophisticated set of lessons in her. The first being, her pleasure is dependent on her obedience. Good girls get to come. Naughty, resistant little whelps get a very different kind of breeding.
“Please,” she whines.
“Please, what?”
Her growl of frustration makes me smile. All she has do is actually ask for what she wants, but she is too proud to do that. So I keep teasing her, keep winding her up along a path of desire that can only have one conclusion. And every time she denies her own needs, I spank her ass, landing heavy swatting slaps to her bare cheeks until I am sure the pleasure and pain are starting to become one thing inside her.
I pick her up from my lap and lay her down on the bed. She does not move. She doesn’t need me to pin her down anymore. She is so fucking aroused that she is practically in an erotic stupor. Her hips are moving in a near constant grinding motion as she watches me strip down in front of her.
My cock is rock hard, thick, and imposing. Her eyes go right to it as she lies there, a pretty sky-lit sacrifice to the endurance of our bloodlines. I pause for a moment, savoring the last few minutes of what might be called her innocence.
I’m not sure she’s ever been allowed to be truly innocent. If she had been born into our pack, she would have been allowed to be soft and cared for. She would never have led a scrappy band of runaways and she would not be resisting me now.