Page 52 of Ruthlessly Mated
“Yes, you are.” His hand claps hard against my ass, making my flesh tingle so intensely I let out a whimper. “You don’t speakto me that way. I know you know how to show proper respect. Trying to make up for being a sweet little pup when you’re in your wolf form by being completely out of control as a human won’t work. It will just make you sorry.”
Conroy kneels down, one of his legs up so his thigh is propped up horizontally, pins me over his knee and spanks me the same way he has before, but there’s a different edge now, and I kind of hate it because I know he’s seen me. He knows that underneath this feisty exterior is a tail-wagging little wolf who practically pees herself if he so much as gets close.
“It’s okay,” he says, his hand on the back of my neck. “You can be my good little mate. You don’t have to keep proving that you’re a big scary bitch. I know what you… argh!”
His sentence ends as I sink my teeth into his exposed calf hard enough to leave a mark.
“I am a scary bitch,” I say as he hauls me up, staring into my face furiously. There is something very scary in his eyes right now. Like he didn’t expect me to do that, like he is considering intense and extreme ways of gaining my submission.
Tailor grabs me off him, physically hauling me away before Conroy unleashes a series of consequences on me that might change things forever.
“She’s trying to make up for it, you know she is,” he says, handing me off to Damon, and standing between me and the furious alpha. “We can’t treat her like she’s been raised well. She’s a feral little wretch in her human form even if she is a very good whelp in her wolf form. Calm. Down.”
Conroy takes a deep breath. “You’re right,” he says. “I lost my temper. I shouldn’t have done that. Gag her again.”
“No!” I gasp.
“I’m going to gag you,” Tailor says. “You know you’re not going to get away with biting the alpha, right? You have to know there will be punishment for that.”
“But I don’t want punishment,” I whimper. “I bit him because he said I’m not scary.”
“He said you don’t have to be scary,” Tailor says. “Now take the gag like a good little girl. Try and behave yourself, because you are in real trouble now.”
“I don’t wanna…” My complaint slides into silence as Tailor wraps silken fabric of a tie back around my head and mouth.
“What you want and what you don’t want doesn’t matter right now. Being good and submissive is what matters. He might take mercy on you if you behave yourself very well.”
I know that’s not true. I saw the look in Conroy’s eyes. I’ve crossed a line with him that I’m not coming back from easily.
I’m gagged. I’m spread out on my back. I’m positioned for fucking.
But it’s not my pussy Conroy goes for.
It’s a tighter, much more shameful hole.
“You are going to learn respect, Kita,” Conroy growls as he positions himself above me, his thick cock fisted in his big hand. The head is pulsing with intention as I look up at him with the panicked eyes of someone who knows she has really fucked up this time.
He runs the head of his cock over my pussy, gathering some of the traitorous wetness. Then he goes straight for my ass. Nofurther warmup, just enough natural lubrication to ensure he doesn’t break me.
“This is what you need,” he declares as his cock sinks deep inside my ass, claiming every inch of my lewdly stretched rear. “I will fuck your asshole as many times as I need to, to teach you submission in this human form of yours.”
I can’t answer, and he knows it. He doesn’t really want to hear from me. He just wants to fuck me.
I grunt into the gag as he fucks me deep and hard, giving me a rough, punishing rutting that I know is going to leave me sore for quite some time. It feels good, even though it shouldn’t. My relationship to fear and pain and punishment started out twisted, and is only getting more twisted over time.
I protect my inner self. That little wolf they think is so cute only exists as she does because I, me, am this specific kind of terrible.
Conroy is still fucking my ass with hard, hip-snapping strokes, driving his cock deep inside me on every thrust, as if he can fuck the bad behavior out of me.
I cannot fight him. I wouldn’t even if I could. I take the fucking, the rough claiming of my ass.
“Don’t you ever use this mouth on my flesh in any aggressive way again,” he says, gripping my chin, delivering a lecture with his cock buried deep inside my ass. “You’re lucky I am not fucking your mouth right now. I should use your throat like I use your other holes, shouldn’t I? Show you what brutal degradation awaits when you decide to act out? I have been gentle with you, little one. But I don’t have to keep being gentle. Or nice.”
The fact that he probably thinks he is being nice right now is deeply ironic. He thinks this gagged ass-fucking is a mercy. I guess it is. The gag means I can’t get myself into trouble in the usual ways.
He starts rubbing and slapping my empty pussy. I am wet. Shamefully so.
“Look at this,” he growls. “Look at this wet pussy, just begging to be bred by her alpha. Your body knows what you are, Kita. It’s your mind that is refusing to accept what your flesh has known from the moment we first met.”
