“I don’t care. I’m still leaving. You can either drive me home or I’ll call an Uber,” she angrily argued. “But Iamgoing home, Ethan. You can’t trap me here like a prisoner.”
My patience was running thin. Not just with Millie, but with all the shit that had hit the fan since tracking my young ward to the club earlier tonight. “You’re not leaving,” I rumbled, my muscles becoming tight. “You’re going to stay and we’re going to talk all of this through like adults.”
“The hell I am!” Millie challenged, trying to push past me then. “I’m a grown woman, Ethan. I’m not going to be told what to do by any man! Shifter or human!”
The alpha in me rose to the surface then. This wasn’t about being in charge. This was about keeping her safe. I wasn’t about to let Millie leave my house to prove an academic point. Too much was at stake if another shifter crossed her path on her way home. The cost of discovery was too high, and I wasn’t about to play fast and loose with my ward’s life.
“Millie, you’re not leaving this house!” I barked out in a deep, level tone.
“Try and stop me!” she heatedly returned, before attempting to shoulder past me through the bathroom door.
She didn’t make it five steps before I lifted her off her feet and tossed her overmyshoulder.
“If you insist!” I quipped, carrying her back to my bedroom where I was about to teach this stubborn woman what being a shifter was all about.
Millie
“Let me go!” I squealed, shocked that this man was being so heavy handed with me when he’d only ever been sweet and gentle before.
But the shock wasn’t just about Ethan’s behavior; It was about my own. Well, my body’s, at least. My skin pricked with an electricity that made me feel alive. And then there was my treacherous pussy. She was dripping wet and pulsing with a need to be filled. Filled with Ethan’s enormous cock, as forbidden as that might be.
“I’m not letting you go until you listen to some reason,” Ethan returned, marching me back to his room like I weighed no more than the towel that was riding up my back and exposing my entire ass.
I’m not sure why I was pushing him so hard, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was like I was testing him, begging for him to break down the barrier between us and take out his frustration with me between my legs, like I’d wanted for far too long.
“I’m not the one being unreasonable,” I snarled back, kicking my legs in the air, despite my near nakedness.
In an effort to stop my childish protest, Ethan’s hand pressed heavily against the back of my thighs. He was so close to touching my pussy, I could practically feel his rough touch. Lost to my instincts, I kicked harder. Pushing him farther, though I knew I was playing a dangerous game that I couldn’t hope to win.
Before I knew it, Ethan’s calloused hand disappeared from my thighs. I heard a loud whacking sound, then I felt it. The burn. The sting. The imprint of his hand on my ass! And the pleasure. That sharp pain, mingled with that unexpected pleasure, was a heady combination I knew I needed more of, despite how much I might outwardly deny it.
Instead of settling down, I doubled down on my thrashing. “You bastard! Put me down! You have no right to keep me here!”
Abandoning any attempt at reasoning, Ethan began to spank me harder. Each successive strike was more forceful than the last.
Kicking open his bedroom door, the big brute strode inside and sat down on the edge of his bed. Dragging my struggling body over his warm lap, Ethan positioned me over one muscled thigh, placing his other leg over mine, pinning me in place and preventing me from kicking me legs. With his left hand clamped around my waist and holding me tight against him, I was practically immobile.
Then he really let loose. Defiantly gazing over my shoulder, I witnessed each stroke of his powerful arm as it arced high into the air before descending down onto my exposed, vulnerable flesh.
My towel became untucked from all my fruitless struggles, then completely fell away altogether. Now, not even a scrapof thin cloth lay between Ethan and myself. My nudity didn’t seem to bother him or slow down his spankings. In fact, it only seemed to add fuel to the already raging fire that blazed behind his savage eyes.
A low, grumbly noise began to emanate from his chest, and I shivered at the domineering power behind it. Each time he growled, more fluid pumped out of my pussy, lubricating my eager entrance. The bulge that grew hard and long against my belly only encouraged that slick secretion to flow even faster, practically begging for him to ream my innocent hole with that club between his legs.
Ethan’s strikes alternated between my ass cheeks and thighs as he ruthlessly punished my flesh. Then, shockingly, he spanked me even lower. Directly on the lips of my pussy protruding between my clamped thighs. In a state of shock, I jumped and cried out. The pain was sharp, but so was the pleasure. Only one hit, and I’d almost embarrassed myself by coming right then and there in the man’s lap. I was already certain I was making a mess on his jeans with my juices. But coming as he disciplined me, that was a whole other level of humiliation I wasn’t prepared for.
Ethan’s grumbling grew even deeper as he leveled my throbbing pussy with another hearty whack. The splashing sound of my wetness greeted my burning ears. Something the gruff man couldn’t have missed.
Pausing, Ethan audibly sniffed the air and outright growled. Then, his hand stilled and his skilled fingers began to take over. He released one of my legs, keeping the other trapped, and pushed my thighs open.
The tone of his punishment suddenly shifted from strict reprimand to intense exploration. Those fingers were magic.They began to dip and test the lake between my legs with a rough finesse I had only dreamt about.
“What are you doing?” I panted, my hips swiveling against his erection with a mind of their own.
“Quiet,” Ethan demanded, his voice several octaves deeper than normal. “I can smell what’s happening to you, and I’m taking care of it. I’m giving you what you need.”
I didn’t argue further, because I did need this. The second his thumb grazed my clit, I moaned, a low, desperate sound that left nothing to the imagination about just how much I craved his touch.
“That’s a good girl,” Ethan soothed, teasing the swelling nub with the precision of a surgeon. “Do you want to come nice and hard for me, Millie?”
