Page 78 of His Mate

He struck me again, the sting sending sparks through me, and I sucked in a breath, arching my back and preparing myself for another. But instead, he paused, his hand caressing my ass, the warmth of his palm soothing the sting.

“You’re mine,” he said possessively. “And I’m going to make sure you remember it.”

“Yes, alpha,” I breathed.

The belt came down again, harsher this time, and I cried out, my hands clawing at the wall. The leather strap whipped the tops of my cheeks, and I drew my lower lip between my teeth, trying to stay quiet, but also losing myself in everything, in his dominance, in the sting of the belt, in my heart hammering in my chest, in the bond pulsing between us.

He continued his descent downward with the belt, striking the middle of my bottom cheeks and then the lower curves of my ass all the way down to the middles of my thighs.

It hurt.

It burned.

But it was a pain I’d been craving.

And I didn’t want it to stop.

The sound of the belt whipping through the air filled the space with a piercing whoosh, and I keened, the searing embrace of the leather arcing across my naked flesh.

Several more strikes lashed the fullest part of my cheeks, and I sucked in a breath, trying to take it gracefully when the sting finally started to crest and build. It was suddenly almost too much.

And then he stopped.

His hand stroked the backs of my thighs, the sensation mixing with the heat from the blows, and I felt a rush of arousal flooding through me. I was dripping wet, and the scent of my desire filled the room. He inhaled deeply, his breath catching, and the bond between us vibrated with need.

I gasped as he reached around and grazed my pussy, his fingers stroking through my wetness.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he rumbled, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yes,” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.

He slipped a finger inside me, his touch sending a wave of pleasure through me.

“Good girl.”

His hand withdrew from my pussy, and I moaned at the absence of it, but then the belt came down again, the stinging bite hitting the center of my ass and moving downward.

He struck the same place over and over, and I whimpered, trying not to move, trying not to squirm, but it was too much and just enough all at the same time. Almost as if he was sensing my struggle, his arm wound around my waist, holding me in place to take one strike of the belt and then the next, but when his fingers grazed my wet folds, I gasped.

And then he gripped my pussy with his hand and brought the belt down at the same time. My clit throbbed against his palm, and I inadvertently ground myself against him. A lightning bolt of desire ricocheted through me, and the belt fell again, only this time there was only the slightest twinge of pain amongst a waterfall of pleasure.

He pressed his palm even closer against me and it took everything in me not to come right then and there. I clenched my eyes shut, breathing heavily as the belt landed several more times, the sting giving way to pure need.

When his hand pulled away from my pussy, I moaned in protest, but it quickly turned into a gasp as his cock pressed against me, the heat of him scorching me through his clothes.

“I’ve got you, my sweet, beautiful little wolf,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Now, you’re going to take every inch of me.”

He pulled away slightly, and I could hear the rustle of fabric, the sound of his zipper lowering, and then his body was pressed against mine again. The heat of his cock brushed against my ass, and I bit my lip, trying not to whimper in anticipation. My inner walls fluttered greedily, wanting him inside me and wanting everything he had to give me and then some.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I obeyed, and a second later, the head of his cock pressed against my opening. He paused, the heat of his breath tickling the back of my neck, and then his hands grasped my hips.

And with one powerful thrust, he slammed his cock into me.

I cried out, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain rippling through me. His grip tightened on my hips, his body pinning mine to thewall, and he thrust into me again. I dug my nails into the wood, pushing back and meeting his every move with vigorous intent.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his cock stretching me, filling me.

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