Page 113 of Lost
I’m acting like a caveman, but I feel like the veneer of civility I show the world is cracking. I can feel waves of both anxiety and desire coming from Nova. I can smell her slick as I drag her to Corbin’s office, and I have no desire for anyone else to smell her.
“Lars,” she says carefully, watching as I unlock the door to the office and push it open.
“Unless you’re telling me that you don’t want whatever is waiting for you in here, baby, then…Respectfully, I don’t want to hear it.”
My eyes are on her as she shakes her head, her curls flying from side to side.
“You don’t want this?” I tease her, tugging her closer until my arms are surrounding her. Nova melts into my embrace, and I’m again in awe of how much things have changed between us.
I just had to stop fighting things. Nova said that I stopped after the rage room Caleb and I created for her, and she’s completely right. She needs us, and I’m realizing that I need her too.
She’s softening my edges, bit by bit.
“I do,” she whispers. “I’ve wanted you all night.”
Tugging her into the office, I pull the key from the door and close it behind us. My fingers immediately twist the lock closed to keep people out. Corbin doesn’t like to have many spare keys laying around, so I’d be willing to bet that I have the only one to this room. Nova follows me to a large wing chair, a nod to the opulence of this office.
Corbin’s expanding his business into more legitimate spaces, catering to the mafia as well as the public. It allows him to keep an eye on people to report back to the Senior Mafia families and also remove himself from some of the seedier areas he’s made his money from.
His need for enforcers are not as prominent anymore, but there’s always someone that needs killing. I doubt there will be much of a problem for Ambrose and his pack to scratch that itch as needed. Even if it’s just cleaning up the streets of riffraff.
Sitting on the chair, I gently pull Nova down until she’s laying on her stomach over my lap.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” I breathe. Dragging her dress up, I smirk as I see her tights. While they’ve done their job to keep her warm, I can’t have them act as a barrier to my hand. “I’m going to bare your perky ass and spank it. How far it goes depends on how well you count for me. If you lose count, then we start over.”
“I can count,” she snarls, making my lips twitch. She’s adorable, and has no idea what she’s in for.
I wasn’t kidding when I said that I’d done some research. I didn’t realize that there was a name for what Tyde likes. I’ve recognized the signs of it and wanted to figure out if it was a safe dynamic for Nova, and then found that it was something I wanted to explore.
Except, I think my version fits the funishment side of things better. Peeling her tights and panties down, I groan as her scent hits me hard. My fingers drag through her arousal, and Nova squirms with a whimper.
“I think you’re going to eat those words, baby,” I rumble. “Can you put your arms behind your back and grab your wrists for me?”
Watching Nova do that makes me smile, and I rub her ass, loving how soft her skin is.
“Six swats before you get your reward. Think you can handle that?”
“Yes,” she says, shivering as her slick begins to slide down her thighs.
My hand rises and falls over her ass, and Nova gasps.
“One. Fuck, that hurt,” she pouts.
My fingers slide inside her pussy, pumping slowly as she moans.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I groan. “Are you saying you didn’t like it?”
“Maybe…a little,” she says haltingly. “Lars…Alpha, please.”
“No begging. Take your spanking so you can have my cock.”
“Promise?” she moans.
“No more holding back, baby. I promise.”
Sucking on my fingers, my eyes roll back at how good she tastes. Spreading her cheeks open, I slap her pussy, watching the way she shudders so hard, I wonder if she’ll come.
“Fuck!” Nova clamps around my fingers as I shove them back inside her, and I smirk as I wait for her to remember what I said. “Two, you asshole.”
