Page 58 of Ruthlessly Mated
“No growling either,” he says. “You’ll behave yourself like a lady when I fuck you, understand?”
Clothes come off and his cock surges inside me, stretching me open in one rough thrust that brings a long moan from me. Then I don’t have to worry about saying or doing the wrong thing, because I am out of my mind with lust, being fucked in the ashes of the disaster I created…
“No,” he snaps in my ear.
“What?”
“It isn’t your fault.”
“Are you reading my fucking mind?”
“You wear guilt like a mask,” he says, grinding up inside me, his cock thickening inside me as he gets closer to breeding me. “I can feel it, Kita. You are not a subtle creature. You broadcast every feeling you have on your face.”
He pauses inside me, his cock throbbing, my inner walls pulsing around his thick rod.
“It’s not your fault,” he says, fucking me with slow strokes, emphasizing every word with a snap of his hips that buries his dick deep inside me. “Repeat that.”
“I can’t,” I whine.
I really mean I won’t. I don’t want to say the words he’s putting in my mouth. I don’t want to do as I’m told. It’s one thing to submit to a fucking I can’t avoid, but to say what he wants me to say is a step too far.
He pulls out of my pussy completely, pushes his fingers inside me, swirls them around collecting my viscous arousal and rubs it against my asshole. He doesn’t say a word, just sternly moves from my pussy to my ass and pushes inside my much tighter hole.
I gasp and tears spring to my eyes. I’m not in pain; it’s just a feeling of the deep unfairness of being disciplined by my mate for not doing as he wanted me to. Why do I have to do what he says? Why can’t I blame myself? Why can’t I just… Fuckkkk… He’s sliding up inside my ass and it’s tight and it’s kind of good, but kind of bad. At least he’s stopped telling me what to say.
“Bad little girls who don’t do as they’re told have their asses fucked,” Tailor growls in my ear, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as he holds me in place and keeps my ass filled.
I grind my clit against his body on every stroke, still getting some pleasure from this punishment. Mercifully, he is already very close to coming. Less mercifully, his knot is forming inside my tight ass and I am stuck on his cock with an ass full of his cum.
“Good girl,” he says, breathing hard. “You took that so well. You didn’t stay still, but we can work on that.”
“That was mean. You’re not usually mean.”
“It wasn’t mean. It was necessary. You need some proper discipline. You need to learn that you’re not allowed to blame yourself when I tell you not to. You might be a wild little creature, but you must obey me.”
I wish I could escape right now, but there’s no escaping after sex with a wolf. My ass is clenching on his cock and will until his knot subsides.
“Enough squirming,” he says, settling his hands on my hips, crooking a leg forward and pressing his hips more firmly against me to keep me in place and entirely still as my wet pussy leaks desire over the very base of his cock.
“You know I can’t help it.”
“That’s unfortunate for you, then. Means you’re going to be in trouble with me quite a lot.”
“Where did this come from? You were so nice. You were the nicest one. And now you’re the meanest one.”
“I am not the meanest one,” he says. “Though I will be if that’s what you need. You’ve been taking on too much for too long, and I have no intention of letting that continue.”
His knot is starting to soften, which is a mercy. I am going to be sore after this.
He slides out of me, snuggles me against him, and carries me back to the car. “I want you to stay here,” he says, wrapping a blanket around me. “Don’t move. If you do, I will spank you and you will cry.”
Having been told what to do, I sit in the car, somewhat befuddled. What the fuck just happened? Why was he just so stern and firm about it? With nothing to do, I snuggle up in the blanket and close my eyes for a moment. I feel so safe. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should just be furious at Tailor for daring to treat me like… like…
CHAPTER 11
Conroy
Damon and I just got one hell of a show. It’s nice to see someone else taking Kita in hand. She needs each and every single one of us to show some kind of dominance. I was getting tired of becoming the only big bad wolf in her life.
