“Oh, Isabella...” He gently caressed the side of my cheek, his lips moving against my ear. “... it won’t take that long.”
“You sure about th—”
He plunged a finger into me, his thumb rubbing small circles against my clit. I pressed my lips together, trying to suppress a moan as it moved around inside of me. His minty scent drifting into my nostrils, and my wolf purred.
Oh, Moon Goddess, this was an amazing way to teach me a lesson.
He groped my breast in one of his large, calloused hands and massaged it. Then he pinched my nipple between his fingers and tugged on it roughly, making me scream out in pleasure. After shoving another finger inside of me, he continued to thrust them in and out while pulling on my nipple, moving in a rhythmic fashion.
I clenched around his fingers, the pressure growing in my core. He growled lowly in my ear, fingers stilling. My mind buzzed with thoughts of his canines inside of my neck, of the pure pleasure that would rush through me like adrenaline. When I thought the pressure in my core subsided, he curled his two fingers and hit my g-spot. My legs shook, and I collapsed and moaned into the mattress, desperately pushing my hips back and forth on his fingers.
Once I had rode out my orgasm, he grabbed my hair, forced me back onto my knees, and rubbed his fingers on my bottom lip, making me taste myself. “Count for me,” he said. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, my whole body still tingling. He tugged harder on my hair, holding me close, and seethed in my ear, “Count, Isabella, or I’ll make you.”
I pressed my lips together and shook my head. He wrapped his hand around my throat, holding me so still that I couldn’t squirm away, and squeezed my nipple hard. I bit my lip and furrowed my brows together. No. No, I would not count for him. I would not count for him. Heat pooled between my legs.
He pinched it harder and harder and harder, the pain almost unbearable. My toes curled, and I whimpered. Harder.
“One,” I yelled. “One…”
Almost immediately, he released my nipple and gently groped my breast, rewarding me. “Good girl…” He smirked against my neck, drawing his nose against my jaw. “Someone’s learning.”
I growled lowly, telling him not to push it, but he just plunged his fingers back inside of me. “Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“Nobody.”
He tugged on my sore nipple again. “Who do you belong to?”
I clenched my jaw, trying to displace the pain. “Nobody.”
His growl ripped through the room, and I clenched. He pushed my face into the bed, making it hard for me to breathe. “Whose are you, Isabella?” He tugged on my nipple harder until it was bright red and stinging.
My legs trembled as I screamed into the bed. “Yours, Roman...” Pleasure pumped out of my pussy. “I’m yours.”
He groaned quietly behind me, as if the words brought him pure pleasure. Then he massaged my breast like he wasn’t just torturing it.
“What do you say?” he asked.
I breathed heavily against the bed. “Roman, please.” I could barely even think straight. He grazed his fingers against my nipple again, and I flinched, my body trembling with pleasure for the second time. My breasts were so sore already. “Two,” I said breathlessly.
“Good,” he said, stepping off of the bed. “Now, don’t move.”
With my ass in the air, my chest pressed against the black bedsheets, and my pussy dripping wet, I pressed my legs together and took a deep breath. I wanted to move, but—for the first time—I didn’t want to be punished. Roman would hurt me so fucking good, but I didn’t think I could handle it.
He grabbed my ass in his hands, shaking it gently. “You’re so sexy, Isabella.” He placed a light kiss on the back of my hip. “So fucking sexy,” he said. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. I had never felt so good and had definitely never been so obedient. A part of me liked the way he ordered me around, that pure strength and dominance oozing from him.
He slapped my ass, making it bounce, and swore under his breath. I gazed back at him, watching him stare at me with those golden eyes and a smirk that told me that my ass washis.
All I wanted was for him to thrust his cock into my pussy, to fill me up with his cum, to make me tremble and scream out his name and submit to him.
“Derek would’ve fucked me by now,” I said. He growled lowly, trying to stay in control of his wolf. My pussy clenched just watching his wolf get so jealous of the mere mention of Derek’s name.
“Well, Derek obviously doesn’t know how to please you.”
I scoffed and leaned onto my forearms. “You think this pleases me?”
Barely able to wrap his whole hand around his cock, he stroked it slowly for me and smirked. I gulped, my nipples hardening against the bedsheets. “Iknowit pleases you, Isabella,” he said. “The longer I make you wait, the better it will.” He rubbed it against my pussy, making it glisten with my juices.
“Fuck, Roman.” I clenched. “Please… please give it to me.” I arched my back. My body was aching for it. My mind was aching for it. I was aching for it. “I need it.”
