Page 61 of Big Bad Bully
I need to slow down and deliver a scene she’ll want to repeat. My wolf has me on edge, dying to fuck her into oblivion, but now is not the time for me to take. Now is the time to give.
I marshal my self-control, putting my wolf on lock. I walk to my closet and grab two ties. When I return, I slide one around Aubrey’s head to cover her eyes. She shifts and turns her head to let me tie it in the back, then lowers her cheek back to my bedspread.
I grab a pillow from the pile at the headboard and lift her torso to slide one under her chest to take some of the pressure off her neck and make her more comfortable when her hands are tied behind her back.
I pick up one wrist, twist it behind her back, and then twist back the other. I take my time looping the silk tie around her wrists, but I tie it snugly. If she wants out, she’ll have to ask. I sense the anticipation building in Aubrey. Her scent has a warmth, like she’s in the throes of pleasure already.
“Now you can focus, Silver,” I tell her. “I’m going to give you my tongue and my cock, as requested. But first there’s the matter of your punishment.”
Aubrey’s only response is a soft sigh.
She’s fully on board.
To keep her off-balance, I don’t spank her yet. I pry her upper thighs open with my thumbs and lick into her. I tongue her swollen clit, then suck on her labia. She’s freshly shaven from front to back, making her skin smooth and easy to devour.
A strange sensation comes over me as I taste her. A wash of pleasure–not physical. More ethereal. Metaphysical. I work and wiggle my tongue in her folds, and lap her juices and the pleasure increases. It’s a sense of rightness mingled with excitement–like the thrill my wolf gets when he’s caught the fresh scent of wild game and knows the kill is nigh.
I try to tell myself it’s my dick talking.
I’ve been hard for this human since Brick and Madi’s engagement party. Actually, since I first met her at La Résistance. My dick’s just happy I’m finally going to get to fuck her out of my system.
It’s definitely not fate talking. That would mean…
No.
Absolutely not.
I’m not fated to a human.
The idea irritates me enough that I spank Aubrey as I lick her.
She moans. I spank her again, staying busy with my tongue as I smart her soft ass with the flat of my palm.
No fucking way I’m fated to a human.
I change hands and slap her other cheek, delivering several stinging blows as I lave her entire pussy with my tongue.
I find her asshole with my right thumb. The lube I dribbled there earlier has warmed to her body temperature now, and it’s easy to work my digit into her opening.
Her moans grow more guttural.
I don’t fuck her ass with my thumb, I just leave it inside her. Then I lift my head and start spanking her in earnest–hard slaps where ass meets thigh, first one side, then the other.
She whimpers, but takes it well, staying perfectly still. Her thighs begin to tremble. Her cunt drips arousal onto my bedspread.
I’m normally OCD neat, but I already know I’m not washing anything when we’re done. I want to sleep with her scent in my bed tonight.
Every night, my wolf insists.
I shut him up by spanking Aubrey harder. The pitch of her cries takes on a note of intensity, so I stop and rub her heated flesh as I slowly fuck her ass with my thumb.
Realizing she’s about to come, I rub her clit with the fingers of my other hand.
“Oh God!” she cries.
“Did that spanking get you hot, Aubrey?” I rumble. “Are you going to come before I even put my cock inside you?”
Two fingers slip inside her without me even meaning to penetrate–her flesh is that swollen, slick and open.
