Page 68 of His to Hunt

“But you said I was being a good girl,” she protests weakly, even as she squirms on my lap with anticipation.

“Sometimes even good girls need their ass spanked,” I rumble, my voice low with lust. “It’ll help you remember why you want to be good.”

When Taryn asked about other things we could try, she mentioned getting spanked, even if she doesn’t deserve it. Considering how wet she is, this seems like the perfect time to explore that. I’m getting hard again, but I’ll be a lot harder after I turn her ass a beautiful shade of red. I gave her a way out, if it’s too much. Real punishment is different, but even then, red means red. This is just for fun, though.

“I won’t forget,” she whimpers, her protest even weaker.

I settle her across my lap, one hand firmly on the small of her back with my fingers curled around her hip to keep her exactly where I want her. Her bare skin is still warm from the bath, soft and flushed, and the position puts her perfect little ass on full display.

I run my palm over both bare cheeks, squeezing, spreading her just enough to see how slick she already is between her thighs. The scent of her arousal hits me hard. It’s so damn sweet it becomes euphoria in my lungs as we get closer to the frenzy. My cock jerks against her hip, already half-hard again from her mouth, and the knot at the base throbs with the first sharp pulse of need.

It didn’t try to form in her mouth, but it knows where it’s going next, and that will definitely end with her getting knotted eventually. Just not today.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growl. “Sucking my cock got you this wet? Or is it knowing I’m about to turn this ass red that’s got you dripping?”

She squirms, thighs pressing together, but I nudge them apart with my hand. The movement makes more of her slickness smear across her inner thighs. I drag two fingers slowly through her folds, coating them, and groan when they come away glistening. I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean while she fusses beneath me.

“The best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue,” I murmur, then lift my hand and bring it down in an open-palmed smack right across the fullest part of her incredible ass.

The sound cracks through the room, sharp and satisfying. Her whole body jolts forward, a startled gasp tearing from her throat. Heat blooms instantly under my palm, a perfect pink handprint rising on her radiant skin. I rub it slowly, soothing the sting while my cock thickens against her side.

Another smack lands in the same place, just as firm. She gasps again, hips twitching. I keep going, steady and deliberate, watching the color deepen with every strike. The sound of my hand meeting her flesh fills the room. Each slap sends a jiggle through her tender flesh, and every time I pause to rub the heat into her skin, she makes soft, needy little sounds that go straight to my dick.

“I think a spanking is exactly what this good girl needs,” I rumble, moving my fingers through her wetness again and teasing her clit. “Isn’t it?”

She moans and grinds against me enough to make my dick pulse before responding. “Yes.”

I raise my hand and continue spanking her reddening ass. My hand keeps landing sharply until she’s breathing harder, little moans slipping out between the slaps. I slide my hand between her legs again and nearly lose it. She’s absolutely soaked. Her folds are slippery, swollen, and when I push two fingers inside her without warning she clenches around them with a broken yelp, her inner walls fluttering around the intruder.

“You’ll have something else to squeeze soon enough, mate,” I rasp, pumping my fingers slowly while my other hand delivers another hard slap. “You’re getting wetter every time I spank your ass. Listen to that.” I piston my fingers in and out so she can hear how slick they are, the wet sound obscene in the luxury penthouse. “Your tight little pussy is begging for my cock. All because I’m spanking your gorgeous ass.”

“Please, pleeease,” she whimpers, hips chasing my fingers. “I need it more than ever. It’s… the mating bond, it has to be.”

“Let’s see if we can’t settle you down some,” I grumble, grinning as I reposition her, capturing her both legs under my right one, pinning her. “Or get you so turned on you beg for me without blaming it on the mating bond.”

I spank her again and again, and she cries out, her hips rolling back toward my hand like she’s chasing the sting. I give it to her. Smack after hard smack, alternating cheeks, building a steady rhythm that has her skin flushing from pink to a deep, glowing red. The heat radiates off her now. Every time my palm connects, she jerks and moans, and more of her arousal leaks out, slicking my thigh where she’s pressed against me.

“Ow, ow, oh, please, Victor,” she sniffles, moving so much she’s teasing my dick every time she squirms. “I need it… need you, please, please, please.”

My cock is rock hard, throbbing, the knot at the base pulsing and pressing insistently against her hip. I’m leaking steadily, smearing pre-cum across her skin with every shift of her body. My wolf is right at the surface, snarling with the need to flip her over and bury myself in her.

I stop spanking her ass and spread both her cheeks lewdly, looking at everything that is mine, even the shy little hole I haven’t fucked. Yet. I hold her open, making her endure my stare. Her pussy is glistening, puffy, a thin strand of slick stretching between her folds as I stretch my fingers down to pull her lips open. I land another sharp smack right at the crease where her ass meets her thigh and she squeals, thighs shaking.

“Fuck, you love this, don’t you,” I growl, voice thick with my own arousal. “Getting your ass spanked until it’s cherry red and you’re dripping all over me. Such a good girl. Such a needy little mate, though. You’re lucky you have a wolf who can’t get enough of you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m lucky,” she groans.

“You sure are,” I tease, testing a light slap across her tender folds. She immediately shrieks and tries to close her thighs, but I hold them open with one hand and deliver another smack that grazes her clit. “A lucky, needy, good girl.” I raise my hand higher and make the next one sting.

“Aaaiiiyyy!” she cries out, jerking in my grasp, so I slap her a few more times in quick succession. “Yellow!” she shrieks.

“Good girl,” I praise, lightly massaging her clit until she’s mewling like a hungry kitten.

I slide two fingers back inside her and curl them, stroking that spot that makes her whole body tense. At the same time, I deliver three rapid, firm spanks to the same spot on her left cheek. I wait for a color, just to be safe. She sobs and her pussy clamps down hard around my fingers, more wetness flooding out around them.

She likes this part. We’ll have to work on the other part.

Once I’m sure she’s with me, I continue. I keep spanking her, slower now but harder, each impact timed with the thrust of my fingers. Her ass is a pretty shade of deep red, hot to the touch, and every smack makes her clench and gush around me. She’s rocking on my lap, grinding her clit against my thigh between strikes, chasing friction, chasing more. Her breath is coming in short, ragged pants. Little whimpers and broken moans spill from her lips with every smack.