Page 44 of Broken Wolf

“I need more than that,” I hedged. “Punishment or not.”

He nodded. “It’s—you should feel a bit drunk. It’s a bit of both magical drug and aphrodisiac. Your mother suggested it a while back and had a witch from Greece send Nina the recipe. It’s used a lot in siren fun.”

“I assume I’m fine tomorrow and not getting in trouble with the FBI?” I checked as I accepted it.

“You’ll need more fuel, hydration, and to go for a run as a wolf tomorrow. That’s it,” he promised. His fangs came out, and I saw how excited he was below the belt. “I’m told it’s worth it.”

I nodded and took it like a shot before handing him back the bottle.

“Good girl,” he praised, setting it aside before moving me over to the bed. This wasn’t his room.

Did he seriously set up his guest room as a punishment room and fetish time for me? Yes, that sounded totally like Carter.

There were three cameras… No, four. He had one strapped to his chest which I only saw when he took off his shirt.

“You are so over the top,” I chuckled.

“I am, and you fucking love it,” he said as he lifted me up and moved me onto the bed. “I had something designed for you. It’s to mimic having your wrists and ankles tied down for play, but with your issues, it won’t trigger you.”

He showed me a bar thing, and basically I held onto it and then my feet pushed against it to spread my legs or my ankles tucked under parts to mimic being cuffed. It was really sweet of him to have made that work in a kinky sort of way.

He had it under a curved pillow, guiding me to lie over it so my ass was up on display, but my chest and shoulders would be comfortable and supported. It instantly made me think of hot doggy style, and he snickered from whatever he was getting off of me.

“Grab the bar and tuck your ankles under so we can get started since you’re already dripping,” he instructed.

Shit. I was. I could feel it.

I did as he said and he moved by my head and gave me a soft kiss. “Close your eyes, darling. I want your senses to be overloaded. Listen and obey.”

“Yes, Carter,” I whispered as I closed my eyes.

“Lick this,” he told me, a toy touching my lips. He praised me when I did, pushing it in my mouth. “Tell me why you’re wet already. Is it because you want to be punished? Is it because I cared enough to put this together for you? Or because you know I’ll sate you tonight?”

“All three,” I panted when he removed the toy. “All three, Carter. Plus, I know you’ll eat me out with my ass up like this. You love it too much, and I love when you fucking eat me out like that.” I yelped when something zapped me, moaning when the pain radiated into pleasure.

“Don’t get demanding when you’re already being punished.” He groaned. “You liked that. You dirty wolf. You fucking liked that. You’re dripping even more. A Tazapper is punishment.”

I whimpered when he did it again and on my ass this time.

He pressed his lips against my ear and licked the shell of it. “And I got one for supes. It has levels that go higher than humans can handle. High enough to make you pass out, but you’re nowhere near that level of play.”

I would agree.

He made me suck the toy more, praising me how beautiful I looked and how he couldn’t wait to punish me and make me a mess. Then he slid the toy in my ass, promising he would fuck my tight hole so much that I would ache for days.

That was his idea of a punishment?

“Did you enjoy being fucked by that wolf in front of me?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Was he good?” he pushed.

“Yes, intense,” I panted as he fucked me with the toy harder. He zapped me a few times and then a vibrator moved against my clit.

“Tell me everything you enjoyed. Tell me why I should punish you more.”

“I don’t want to,” I whined, all three sides of me not into that. “Tell me what you want to do to me instead. Tell me how you’ll please me better.” I yelped as he zapped me more. “I don’t care about a fling with him. You should have been taking better care of me so I didn’t have energy for him!”

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