Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Yes, sir,” she said, blushing and dropping her gaze.
As he watched her walk to the corner, the evidence of his dominance standing out red against her pale skin, he felt a surge of some strong emotion. Love, maybe. Pride, that she had submitted to him, a desire to protect and care for her, yes, still the need to claim her, but for once, that took a back seat to the rest.
She faced the wall as he had directed, her pretty bottom painted red, her head bowed, juices leaking onto her inner thighs. He left her standing for no more than two minutes before he called her back.
“Come,” he said.
She turned, looking more vulnerable than he’d seen her look before and his heart surged again to protect her. She walked over to him.
“Bend over, Ash,” he said, pointing at the bed.
She looked over, her gaze flitting across his face, the line between her brows creased. He waited. Slowly, she folded her torso over the bed.
“Good girl.”
He wrapped the buckle end of the belt around his hand until only about eighteen inches of length remained. Picking up her wrists, he pinned them at her low back with one of his hands. “I require your obedience at all times, Ashley,” he said and swung the belt. The whoosh of displaced air sounded the moment before the leather struck her bare skin.
She yelped.
He stopped, trying to judge if it had been too hard or soft.
“I’m sorry, Ben,” she squeaked.
“Thank you for your apology,” he said, bringing the belt down again, and then a third time. She gasped with each blow, but did not protest. He whipped her, slowly and deliberately, setting a cadence of slaps and silences, punctuated by her little cries that grew louder with each stroke. Ashley buried her face in the covers.
He laid down five more and then dropped the belt, releasing her wrists.
When she jumped to her feet, he thought she was going to hightail it away from him, but instead she danced around, rubbing her bottom with a pained wince.
It was so cute, he had to bite back a smile and when she caught it, she flung herself at him. Her arms looped around his neck, her lips crushed against his.
He caught her up in surprise, pulling her body against his, squeezing the hot flesh of her ass. Kissing her back, he invaded her mouth with his tongue, claiming it. The animal in him roared to life, his cock swelling. Reason began to flee his mind.
Her fingers came to the hem of his shirt and she pulled it up, starting to peel it off him.
“What are you doing?” he croaked, trying to regain control.
She pulled back, frowning. “Don’t you dare push me away again, Ben Stone,” she said. “Not after everything that’s happened,” she said. The tears that hadn’t come during the spanking now popped into her eyes, causing his heart to constrict painfully.
Of course, she was right. How could he deny her the closeness she craved when she’d just surrendered to him, mind, body, and soul?
“Ashley,” he murmured, his body already painfully close to marking her. “Ashley…” He was trying to think of some words to explain why he couldn’t give her what she seemed to need, but his body had another idea entirely. He had already yanked her against him, her soft, naked form melding to his.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her naked pussy hot against his belly. He walked her to the bed and laid her on her back where he bit and sucked his way down her neck to her left breast.
“Fuck me, Ben,” she begged in a guttural tone.
“I can’t,” he managed to croak, crawling down between her thighs. He spread her knees up and licked into her.
The taste of her arousal hit him like a bolt of lightning, a shock shuddering through his body, screaming at him to claim her.
Mark her. Mark her now.
Her fingers twined in his hair, pulling it roughly as she rolled her pelvis up and down, sliding her slit over his tongue.
She yanked his hair. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Ash,” he managed to say, sliding two fingers inside her to distract her.
The walls of her vagina tightened immediately around his fingers, clenching. He shoved them up further, seeking her sweet spot. Finding it, he curled his fingers to stroke it, feeling the tissue thicken under his fingertips.
“I know you’re huge, but I think I’ll stretch,” she panted.
He choked back a laugh. “You think I’m huge? No, don’t answer—that’s not what I meant. It’s… wolves are rough, really rough.”
She moaned wantonly and he closed his eyes. Her scent filled his nostrils, taking over all his senses. He needed to cool down or he would lose control and mark her.
But Ashley was rocking her little pelvis, thrusting her breasts toward the ceiling. Her willing submission to both his punishment and his pleasure made her undeniably his. His need to please and protect her, to cherish her, to care for her in every way rose up so fiercely it almost blinded him.