Saying those things reignites my resolve. It is all true. She put herself in danger for no reason at all but to rebel against me. And having rebelled and run away, she didn’t do something harmless, like take my credit card and go shopping. She got blind drunk and carried away by two strangers.
“You were beyond reckless. Do you want to be hurt, Anya? Is that what you need?”
“Yes!” She shrieks the word as the lash lands right between her ass and her thighs.
“Yes?” I pause, assuming she has said the wrong word in her desperation to avoid further punishment.
“Yeah,” she sobs against the bed. “I want it to hurt. Maybe if it hurts on the outside, it will stop hurting on the inside so much.”
Fuck. She is a little girl mourning her mother. I forget that sometimes. So much has happened. So much continues to happen. But I should not let the fact that she has lost so muchleave my mind. She has lost, and even more has been taken from her. And is that not how the most frightening monsters are made?
I put the lash down. I can accomplish no more with it. Her skin is bright red and welted in places and I know she will be sore for quite some time to come. The punishment will have to suffice.
I lie down next to my sobbing mate, I gather her in my arms, and I hold her close.
“When I thought you were gone, I thought the sun had gone out with you,” I tell her. “I saw only shadows. Please, don’t ever make me feel that way again. I love you more than I love anything in this world. I cannot breathe without you.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. Wrapped in my arms, she has already started to calm down. “I’m sorry I did that to you. I was thinking about myself. It was selfish.”
Something about her tears has aroused me. She’s so vulnerable. So soft. So ready and needing to be taken. My cock is rock hard for her, and there is no way she will be escaping without a good fucking to top off the lesson already learned. Sex can be a very instructive tool when used properly, calming and soothing and dominating, and…
I stop trying to justify the act inside my own mind, and instead I simply spread her legs and push inside her, spreading her open around my thick cock. She is tight, but wet and receptive. I know my little mate enjoys certain aspects of being punished. That is why she does not submit right away. She likes to feel my strength, and she likes the pain that comes with disobedience, too.
The sound she makes as I start to take her pussy is a mixture of arousal and relief. She needed this as much as I did. I have not been mating her enough. I have not given her enough cock to settle her down.
She needs this, a deep fucking, a proper claiming. She needs to know that I am in complete control of her, and that there’s nothing she can do that will make me abandon her.
“You are going to get a good, regular fucking,” I tell her, pinning her in place and making her take every inch of my cock. “You are going to be mated so completely you have no energy for misbehavior. Do you want to sneak out now, Anya? Hm? Do you want to go and act like a spoiled little girl?”
She moans and wails, groaning and gasping as she writhes around my cock, her tight pussy gripping me and stretching for me. She can’t form a word right now, and that is the point.
I keep her on her back, make her wriggle her hot ass against the sheets as I thrust deep inside her cunt, intending entirely on filling her all the way up to the brim and beyond. Looking down at her flushed face, her bright eyes, her expression of pleasure tinged with just the right amount of pain, I feel the most intense love I have ever felt for anybody.
She is my mate. The missing piece of my soul. She is mine, and losing her, even for a moment is a pain I do not think I can bear. I bury my cock deep inside her and kiss her thoroughly, keeping her in place as my dick soaks in her eager juices. Anya may not know how to submit in word or deed, she may not be an obedient mate, but her body knows how to submit sexually.
I pull out of her pussy and, keeping her pinned in place with one hand at the base of her throat, I spread her legs aroundmy thighs, opening her up in a lewd, wide way. I know she was expecting me to come inside her, and I will do that soon, but first I want to make my point more.
I rub my fingers over her wet pussy, lift them away, then bring them back down again in a swift, sharp slap right to her mound, and then to her lips and then over her clit. Again and again I spank her naughty pussy, disciplining her in her most intimate place.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, Anya,” I growl down at her as she blushes and gasps and tries to wriggle away all to no avail. “You’re going to do as I say, aren’t you?”
“Mmmnngggh yes, of course, yes, Alexei, yes, my alpha…”
She is trying all sorts of combinations of words and such, but she does not know which one will work, which one will deliver her from this pussy punishment. The truth is there are no words to save her. I intend to spank her deserving little cunt until…
“Ohhh, ohhhhh, Alexei!”
There we go.
She starts to shake and truly writhe as an unexpected orgasm rushes through her, strummed and spanked out of her hungry clit by my relentless fingers. I could take mercy on her, but I do not. As she comes, I set my fingers to rubbing her clit hard and fast, overstimulating that little bud as she bucks and shrieks for mercy, clutching at my forearm with her hands.
I don’t stop. I make her come again and again. I use her orgasms against her, and when she thinks she can take no more, when she is a limp, sodden mess panting against the bed, that is when I mount her again and fuck her hard and deep.
Her pussy grips me with soaking desire, and it is not long before I am enjoying the same release, my cock swelling up inside her tight pussy, making it impossible for any of the seed I am delivering to her bare, unprotected womb to escape.
I pull her legs up as I come, almost to her shoulders. I spread her open and I go as far as I can go, delivering my load to the very core of her.
“Do you feel me deep inside you, little one? Do you feel how full you are of my cum?”