His moan said my inexperience was going to work in my favor…and that I needed to remember that if I needed the upper hand at some point.
“You’d have made me so hard and I’d have thought you were the sexiest man I’d ever seen.” Just hearing the heat in his voice was enough to have me imagining how his hand would feel coming down on me again. “Afterward I might’ve stretched youout on the bed and fucked my cock between your legs so I could see that pretty pink ass while I used you to get off.”
Oh.
My face was starting to hurt, but I did my best to ignore my red face and kept rocking against him. “You’d have come all over to mark me, wouldn’t you? I bet…I bet you’d have loved if I smelled like you.”
Eep.
Another spank.
I was better at this than I’d thought I would be.
“I’d have loved it, Wölfchen.” The growl in his voice sent a shiver through me and my dick jerked against him getting a low, wicked chuckle from my mate. “You’d have loved it too because your cock would’ve tried to get hard again and you’d have started wiggling against me to make sure I kept playing with you.”
“I’d…I’d have been sensitive. It…it would’ve hurt, right?” Wasn’t that the word?
He was so distracting.
“I would’ve been gentle and loved every whimper and whine you gave me.” Braun squeezed my ass again, rocking me faster against him. “It’d have felt overwhelming and would’ve made your head spin, but then it would’ve felt so good it’d have been like flying.”
Subspace.
I never thought I was that type of person, but it seemed like that was just because I hadn’t met my mate yet.
“But we didn’t meet like that.” He had athat’s a shamesound in his voice but he was barely holding back snickers. “We metwhen you were charging into the store and being all bossy and taking over my life.”
Ridiculous.
“I should probably think about punishing you for bringing all this drama into my life.”
Really?
“I’ve…I’ve been a handful and…and everyone knows Alphas can’t tolerate that.” What books had he been reading? He kept talking about mine but he was pretty good at this game. “You have to make sure I…I know my place.”
Right?
The rumbling sound in his chest said he’d at least skimmed through enough books to know what should happen next.
“Yes, Wölfchen.” Turning me slowly, he pressed my hands to the warm tile and ran his hands over my back. “But do you know where your place is? Can you tell me?”
There were so many ways the fantasy could go, I ended up whining and shaking my head.
Braun didn’t mind, though.
He pressed himself against me so his chest was against my back and his cock was nestled between my cheeks. “Under your mate, Wölfchen.”
He was really good at this game.
Unfortunately he was also really good at staying on task because before I could get another spank or talk him into at least starting my punishment, he picked up the soap.
Washing my hair was a lesson in torture because he did it so slowly and his hands were so firm.
Washing my body took the torture to a whole new level.
He smiled when I whined and did his best to somehow completely ignore my dick and tease it. The back of his hand would graze the head. His fingers would accidentally brush my balls. The casual hum as he finally ran a soapy hand over the length was maddening.
By the time he declared me done and shifted me under the spray, the muscles in my legs were twitching and I was so hard my eyes wouldn’t focus.
