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)
Now I am in trouble. Real trouble.
He is looking at me with an intensity that cannot bode well for me.
“Yes,” he says. “A gag would be fitting. And a cage. That would suit the behavior you’re choosing to display while denying your animal nature. That way I can keep you where you need to be.”
“If you put me in a cage, I swear to god I will never sleep with you again.”
“Of course you will. You will come into heat and demand it, even through the bars of the cage. You don’t understand what has happened to you yet, my little mate. These days of rebellion are soon to be behind you. Let me show you.”
He picks me up and takes me over to the bed, where he strips me bare and puts me over his thigh. There is something ever so humiliating about being handled like this while I am naked and he is clothed. I can feel a trace of wetness already seeping into the cloth of his trousers. Fuck. I want him and he knows it.
“Now,” he says, smoothing his hand over my naked ass. All the hair on the back of my neck rises at his caress. It is gentle, but I know it will not stay that way for long.
“You knew you’d be punished when you bit me, and I will not disappoint you, my little mate.”
With that, he starts spanking me. His palm lands hard and fast, a relentless tempo of pain and discipline that I knew was coming and still takes me over the edge of self-control immediately.
I start kicking, crying, and wailing and I do not stop.
“No point complaining now,” he growls down at me. “Your chance to not have this happen was the moment before you lunged and bit me. This is what you’re getting now, and all you can do is take it.”
The way he narrates what he is doing to me makes it all the more intense.
He stops for a moment.
“Is it sore?”
“Yes!” I whine and whimper, squirming. I want to put my hand back to rub the sting out of my rear, but I can’t do that of course. I know the second I put my hand back, he’s going to slap my hand and spank my ass harder and probably pin it back there. It’s never happened that way, but I sense it.
“Good,” he says, renewing the spanking. “You made me call the doctor to attend to that bite. Do you know what that means? It means he got to see your disrespect. You made a display of me, and you are fortunate that I am not making a display of you. I could have dragged you to the dining room and done this in front of everyone. Pull something like that again, and I will. Your introduction to the pack will be like this, squirming, crying, pussy soaked, begging for a fucking you do not deserve. Do you want that?”
“No!” I gasp between a flurry of slaps.
“Good. Then you know what to do in the future. Next time you get a vicious impulse, channel it into something else besides my body.”
The fact that his hand is whipping a harsh tattoo on my unprotected cheeks right now is not an irony he seems to appreciate, and I wouldn’t dare communicate it even if I could.
Finally, he stops. I am gasping and crying and my ass feels hot as hell. A spanking delivered with that intensity is enough to make my entire body react. The roots of my hair are tingling with the effort of sustaining myself through the punishment and the adrenaline released as he kept me pinned in place over his strong thigh.
“You’ve made a mess of me,” he notes, sounding almost dispassionate as he pulls me up, using a grip at the back of my head in the form of a fistful of hair to get me upright.
There is a wet patch on his leg that makes me flush with embarrassment.
I think it is over, right up until he draws me close and tilts my head back, looking down into my eyes.
“You were a bad girl, weren’t you?” he purrs.
“Yessir,” I whimper.
“You won’t be for much longer,” he promises, dropping a perversely tender kiss on my forehead.
With my cheeks burning hotly and tears stinging my eyes, he pins me down on the bed and subjects me to further indignities.
I am soaked with need, and I know if he would give me his thick cock, I would feel instantly better. All the heat and ache would be alchemized into pleasure.
I arch my back, lift my hips, and silently beg him to fuck me. I need this more than I have needed anything in a long time. I want to feel him knot inside me and give me the release I am already desperate for.