I hate her.
As if I didn’t have enough going on, let’s add sexual frustration to the mix and the image of my mate—ah, prisoner—grinding herself against my thigh. Then, rubbing herself in front of me.
Finally alone, I couldn’t wait any longer to reach my hand into my shorts and grab the base of my dick. Trapped, I couldn’t escape the smell of her arousal smells, her natural honey scent filling the air, the way she moans softly. Slowly, I glide my fist up and down, making sure to cup the head. I think back to her and close my eyes. It’s not long before I’m—
“Shhhhh-sh-shit! Oh, fuck.” I pant heavily as my load pumps through me and into a handful of tissues.
Her wolf submits to me, but to everyone else, she is a fierce competitor. She’s a fighter, and I’m currently losing. Regaining the upper hand is nonnegotiable. Casey’s only a pup, so I don’t want to hurt her. It was a bluff, of course, but Jay needs putting in her place. I can’t let her get away with embarrassing me like that.
I’m having a hard enough time navigating everything as it is. I don’t need some rogue, a nobody—
Nobody, huh? Do nobodies make you come in under three minutes?Mate is not a nobody,my wolf growls.
Either way, she still owes me a punishment. And that stunt of hers was probably her way of trying to make me forget. It worked—for a moment.
I grab more tissues to clean the mess I’ve made. And that’s when it hits me: I knowexactlyhow to punish my new pet. And thanks to her, I’ve got plenty of images to beat myself to, so I can.
***
Jay’s cell is cold and dark, the perfect setting for her punishment. “What is that?” She lifts her chin to the bowl in my hand.
I’m so elated she asked that I can’t stop my wicked grin, knowing I get the pleasure of responding with, “Your punishment.” I drop the bowl on the floor.
The steel makes a loudclankwhen it lands.
She jumps at the sound. I wait until she finally decides to stick her neck out far enough to see what’s inside. Her eyes flick quickly as they dart inside the bowl, examining its contents. With knitted brows and squinted eyes, she asks, “Is that—?” Finally catching on, her eyes widen in horror, staring up at me.
Hands behind my back, I bounce on my toes—best idea ever. I wiggle my brows with a shit eating grin.
The horrified shock on her face transforms into one of disgust with her nose wrinkling and nostrils flaring, averting her eyes. “No,” she says firmly.
I let out a dramatic yet dreamy sigh, staring up at the ceiling. “I thought about putting soap in that dirty mouth of yours,” I reminisce. “But this just seemed right. Y’know?”
I love how angry she gets—her biting the insides of her cheeks, face flushing red, unable to even look at me. God, I love it.
With all the attitude and sarcasm in the world, she says, “I’ll take soap for two hundred, please.” She rolls her eyes, hands clasped in something of a prayer to emphasize how serious she is. “I literallycannotexpress enough how much I can’t stomach the thought of you near me, let alone you inside of me.”
Patiently, I wait for her to finish. Bark all she wants, she’s doing it.
“Soap, I’ll do. But that...” She glances at the bowl. “... Absolutely not.”
“I missed the part where I told you that you had a choice. I said you wouldn’t like the outcome. You were repeatedly disrespectful. So now... You’re going to make it up to me.”
I grip a fistful of her hair and force her to peer at the bowl of gunk. “You’ll survive because of me, on me and me alone till I say otherwise. Until then, you are to be grateful...Obedient,” I grit.
She glares at me with flared nostrils, shoulders heaving up and down as she breathes deeply with a snarl.
“Eat up.”
“Why are you doing this?” Jay sighs in defeat and hesitantly dips her head down.
“Look at me while you do it.”
Beneath her long eyelashes, her eyes flick up to mine.
“Good girl. Keep your eyes on me. Don’t stop.”
She lowers herself to the bowl and dips her tongue in and laps up my cum.
