“You’ve been such a good girl waiting all day for your Alpha,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat of his body radiating against my naked skin, the air thick with the promise of punishment.
He chose the riding crop with deliberate precision. It was beautifully embossed. I was certain it was going to bite when it hit flesh.
The first strike came without warning, a sharp crack that echoed through the room like a clap. I gasped, my body jerkingagainst the restraints as the pain bloomed across my lower back, hot and electric. He didn’t let up. Over and over again, the crop lashed my skin; the heat of each strike filled my body with both pain and pleasure.
“That’s it Little Wolf. Take what I give you,” he commanded. His growl somehow made my pussy clench tighter with need. “You’re doing so well, mate.”
He left no area untouched as he made his way to my tender thighs. I knew there would be welts, but I didn’t care. The feeling was too delicious. The burn curled deep, making me want more.
“Please,” I needed him to touch me, to make me come. “Please, Alpha.”
He teased me now as the crop grazed my clit, as he dragged it up and over my butt. I cried out as I tried to lift my hips from the bench.
Then he was on me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks wide as he buried his face between my legs. His tongue was rough and demanding, lapping at my pussy like a man starved. His tongue cooled the heat that had gathered. I was teetering on the edge. He flattened his tongue and pressed in, adding just the right amount of pressure I needed, and I quickly detonated.
“Alpha!” My body jerked and shuddered in the wake of the orgasm that he had pulled from me.
Suddenly, he released my restraints and lifted me from the spanking bench, like I was nothing more than a rag doll, his hands firm and unyielding. My backside throbbed from the welts he’d left with the crop. My body was still humming from the orgasm he’d wrung out of me with his tongue. But I wasn’t done. Neither was he. His eyes burned with a heat that made my stomach clench as he carried me across the room to the large wrought-iron bed in the corner of the room, his muscles flexing under my weight.
He laid me down on the soft sheets, his gaze never leaving mine, and I could see the hunger in those blue depths, the rawneed that matched my own. “You’re mine, Juliet,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Every inch of you.”
Trying to catch my breath, I could only nod as he stripped off his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head glistening with pre-cum. I ached to taste him. I wanted every inch of him to fill my mouth, needing to feel him in every way possible.
That was clearly not Bronc’s plan. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. “Stay still,” he commanded. “Tonight’s not about what you want. It’s about what I’m going to give you.”
I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation as he reached for the leather cuffs that were draped over the bedpost. He secured my wrists in them, the leather soft against my skin but unyielding, as I tested them, feeling the bite of restraint. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel my pussy clenching, even more wet and ready for him.
Bronc stepped back, his eyes raking over my body like he was memorizing every curve, every mark he’d left on me. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, running a hand down my side, his fingers brushing over the edges of the welts he’d left. “Laid out for me. Helpless. Mine.”
I moaned, arching into his touch, but he just smirked and stepped away, leaving me wanting. He moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide cuffing them to the bedposts as well. I was utterly at his mercy, and the thought sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.
He climbed onto the bed between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs. His touch was electric, the pleasure of it everything. “You ready for me, mate?” he asked, his voice low.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, needing him to touch me already.
He leaned down, his breath hot against my neck as he licked the spot where his claiming mark had been destroyed. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin, just hard enough to make me gasp. “Now let me remind you who you belong to.”
His hands moved to my pussy, his fingers sliding through my wetness, teasing my clit until I was writhing beneath him, begging for more. “Please,” I whimpered, my hips bucking as he circled my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. “Please, Alpha.”
Bronc chuckled, the sound dark and possessive, and then he pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me just enough to make me cry out. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he growled, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my body shaking with need. “Please, Alpha. I need you.”
“You’ll get it,” he promised, his voice rough with lust. “But not yet.”
He pulled his fingers out of me, and I moaned at the loss, but then he was moving down my body, his hands spreading my thighs even wider as he buried his face between my legs. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking at my clit until I was screaming his name, my body trembling on the edge of another orgasm.
But he wasn’t done. He slid a moistened finger into my ass. The unexpected intrusion made me gasp as he pushed deeper, stretching me in a way that sent pleasure shooting through me. His tongue never stopped working my clit, and when he added a second finger, I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
I was still coming down when he moved up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered, “You ready for me now?”
“Yes, Alpha, yes,” I breathed, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He entered me in one slow thrust, filling me completely, stretching me. I cried out, my nails digging into my palms as he buried himself balls deep.
He groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder as he bottomed out, his hips pressing against mine. “Fuck, you feelso good,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Every time it’s like coming home.”
He pulled back and thrust into me again. He knew my body so well. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me. His cock hit so deep I swear I could see stars.
