She took sobbing, halting breaths. When he felt the tension leave her body, he pushed all three of his fingers deep into her tight little hole.
Naya screamed.
"Beautiful. So beautiful."
"Hurts!"
"Does it? Are you sure?" He pushed in and out. "It should hurt. You broke my rule. Rule. Number. Three."
With his free hand he slapped her thigh, sharp and noisy until she was screeching. She was consumed by pain, pleasure, outrage, and raw emotion.
Darre loved the kaleidoscope he'd made of her.
He continued, pumping and slapping until she was crying and asking for forgiveness. He wished for a moment he could see his handprints on her thigh, the rosy pinking of her flesh. But the darkness sheltered them.
Next time, Darre thought. And he'd get that fuckin' mirror so he could see every angle of her.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry! Monster... Please. I’m sorry!" she cried.
"The rules are important. Don't forget,” he admonished coldly.
But he didn't feel particularly cold. His cock raged, hot and angry, demanding satisfaction.
Reaching down with his free hand, he stroked it tip to base, spreading the fountain of pre-cum over his skin. He pulled his fingers out of his mate's trembling body, flipped her to her belly, and brought her to the edge of the bed.
Leaning over her, Darre covered her back with his chest, fit his cock in the crease of her ass cheeks, and burrowed his face in the tangle of her hair to find her neck and kiss and lick her there.
"Are you sorry? Do you understand you disobeyed? Will you never forget?" he asked with gentle, loving touches.
"Yes, Monster. Yes." She didn't know what was coming next, or she'd be screaming again. Arching her back, she fisted her hands in the bedding of her nest and bucked her hips. "I don't like that. Please. Make it better. I ache."
He slicked his cock with her fluids and his own. "You ache now, baby? Relax, then. Relax and give me what I want so I can make it all better." He adjusted himself.
"Monster?"
He lay over her, teasing them both with the slide of his member. Her delicate skin felt slick and perfect against his own.
The sweet, tempting curve of her ass kissed his dick. He could cum like this, just rubbing against her, folded over his mate. He sucked at her neck, bringing her blood to the surface of her flesh and leaving his mark. When he brought a hand up to cup her jaw as he worked, she tipped her head down to lick at his claws.
"That's my baby. Good girl. Such a good girl." He praised and kissed behind her ear.
He felt her trembling need ease, the tension he had built releasing again. Shifting back, feet on the floor, one hand at her neck and one at her hip, he smoothed over the curvy fullness he found there. Her hips, ass, and tiny waist were so perfect for fucking her from this vantage point.
"You're gonna give me what I want, aren't you?"
"Yes. Anything,” she answered with a luxurious moan.
"That's right. Anything."
Grabbing his cock, he rubbed the head from her swollen, pouting clit to her asshole again and again, knowing how much she liked it and that she would want more.
Naya sang the name he'd given her, "Monster. My Monster!"
When he pushed the broad tip of his cock forward into her little pucker, the pitch of her moans rose to a surprised cry.
She was small and fragile here, and he went slowly, but he didn't stop. She was tight and squeezing him fiercely. He'd suffocate if he stopped. He had to go all-in.
"Please, don't. It's not right. Not right. Don't, don't, don't!"
