Page 5 of Hunted Mate
“I can dominate your little fucking holes,” he growls in my ear, making me clench tight around his cock, proving him right in the moment. “And I can teach you a lesson about sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”
He fucks me long and hard up against the office door, gripping my bare ass in both hands to keep me in place and angle my hips so I can take his cock properly.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me? Are you going to stop looking into these silly stories?”
“No,” I moan.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
He pulls out before I can come, and before he can.
The cry I let out is louder than the one I emitted when he first entered me. I feel empty and bereft. I am dripping with desire. I want him to finish what he started. But I can’t exactly ask, can I? He was ravaging me, he was taking me against my will. If I ask him to keep fucking me, then I’m…
“I’m not going to let you come on my cock if you won’t do as you’re told,” he says. “But I will teach you a lesson in doing as you’re told. That’s what you want to know about, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“You want to know how wolves live. Their rules. What their world is like.”
“Uhm. Yes.” I feel a bit ashamed admitting that, but I won’t lie. Obviously this man knows something. He’s trying to warn me off because he doesn’t want it getting out, fucking big muscly tattooed gatekeeper.
My eyes keep darting between the blue of his eyes behind his mask, and the thickness of his cock down below. He’s still so big and so hard. I can hardly believe he fit inside me. No wonder there is this hot ache between my legs.
“Hungry little thing,” he rumbles, sounding pleased.
He reaches out and pulls me up close to him again, letting me feel his cock against my pussy, but not giving me the satisfaction of being fucked again. I hate that he’s trying to mess with me, forcing himself inside me, then making me crave his cock. My pussy is already aching from his rutting, but I need more.
He looks down at me, his eyes making intense contact with mine.
“Do you want to know what wolves would do with you?”
“Yes,” I say. If he’s a source, and I think he is, then I want to get as much out of him as I can. If not his cum, a more mental load.
“I can tell you that a girl like you would be taken like the little bitch in heat she is. And I can tell you that your resistance to behaving would end up with you being whipped until you submitted.”
He stands back, whips the belt out of his jeans, loops it in his hands, and smacks it against his palm. It makes a whip-crack kind of sound and I flinch.
“You’re not going to use that on me.”
“Have you ever been spanked?”
“No. It’s barbaric.”
I wasn’t punished as a child. I was never badly behaved and my parents weren’t the sort to go around hitting their only daughter.Once they died, I was appointed a guardian, but they were indulgent and I was, well, deep in other problems.
“The creatures you’re trying to find are barbaric. They’re rough. They’re brutal. They don’t show mercy to those who don’t know how to get in line.”
He grips me by the back of the neck and marches me over to my desk, clearing it in one sweep of his massive arm, then bending me over it, holding me in place with his hand on my neck.
“I’m going to give you a taste of what being owned by a beast is really like. By the time I leave this office, you’re never going to want to expose yourself to wolves again. This story will be so distasteful to you that even seeing a puppy dog will make you run in the other direction.”
With that, he snaps the belt against my ass. The leather hits my bare skin with a vicious slap that makes me gasp. I feel an instant sting, then a flush of heat. He does it again, harder the next time. Like he’s getting a sense for what I can take. The third time is harder still, and that time I cry out, kicking my legs because my entire ass feels like it is on fire.
He shows no mercy, continually working the belt over my ass and up and down my thighs, over and over as I kick and wriggle and eventually start to beg and cry.
This isn’t like the sex, which only felt better the longer it went on. This is true punishment and it gets worse the longer it continues.
“I’m sorry. Please stop. Please, fuck, ouch, it hurts, please…”
