Page 1 of Rust the Rejected
CHAPTER1
Rust
“Oh,my, Dr. Ingolf. What a big stethoscope you have, Sir. So long and hard. Ooo and look! It even has a shiny tip. Shall I blow on it to warm it for you, Sir?”
The submissive purses her full, glossy lips as she stares up at me from the velvet pillow between my feet. A rich chocolate brown rims her dilated pupils.
But it’s the sight of her creamy pillowy tits overflowing the cups of her pink lace corset that makes my cock leak pre-cum. The perfect size to fit in my large hands and soft. Nothing against silicone enhancements. But the feel of naturally lush tits with pinchable plump nipples wins hands down—or hands full.
My mouth salivates as much as my cock drips.
The Alpha Dom in me knows I should correct the sub’s forward behavior. I did not command her to fist my dick—only to kneel. Any other time, I would toss her over my thighs and spank her round ass. The globes on either side of the skimpy lace thong would match its color for a delightful rosy shade. My palm itches for the punishment.
Instead, I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose—not a nipple.
I’ve had back-to-back nights as a critical care surgeon at Miami’s busiest hospital emergency room. The urban location has more than its share of acute, life-threatening injuries that require immediate surgery. Trained to perform well under pressure, I never hesitate to pick up the scalpel to save a patient.
My duties require the utmost focus. I cannot allow distractions. A patient’s life—many times their heart—is in my hands, literally.
So, when I have a rare night off from the ER and no one in our pack needs Dr. Ingolf, I don’t waste it. I take advantage of the opportunity to revel in my dominate proclivities.
A trip to Club Sol & Mani Miami provides a safe space for those in the BDSM lifestyle. The luxury, members-only club on Ocean Drive owned by the Miami Wolves Pack promises a night of pleasure.
I let my gaze return to the sub. She winks at me. Uh. No.
“Oh, naughty pet, how you misbehave,” I tsk as I tuck my cock back into my bespoke trousers and zip up. Her mouth droops in dismay. “I must let the resident Dom know you like to top from the bottom.”
Her glossy lips pout as elegantly shaped eyebrows pinch together and mar her pretty face. The little she-wolf even dares to growl at my reprimand.
Well, damn. That will never do.
She yelps as I scoop her from the pillow and over my muscular thighs. Long blonde hair falls over her face like a silky curtain. Her hands scrabble for the floor while her shapely legs flail.
I trap them with one of mine and press a hand between her shoulder blades to still her movements. A deep growl of my own halts her wiggling. Then a swat to her left ass cheek makes her jolt.
“Enough with this, naughty pet. You will take your punishment like a well-trained Club Sol & Mani sub. Twenty spanks, and you will count each one. Miss one, and we start anew. Do you understand?”
She shivers as I add Alpha power to my words. The musky scent of her arousal flares. I inhale deeply. My cock throbs, and my wolf howls. Yeah, it’s been a while.
“Yes, Sir. I apologize and will behave appropriately.”
I smirk as my palm rubs the soft skin of her upturned ass. A moan slips past her lips, and her pelvis tilts to push her ass into my hand.
THWACK.
“You disobey during a punishment?”
Her ass lowers as she shakes her head. Blonde strands sway with the light catching the golden streaks.
“Words, naughty pet. I will have your words.”
“N—No, Sir.”
“Count, or we start from one.”
“One, Sir.” She replies immediately.
Halfway through, the intoxicating scent of her arousal permeates the air in my private suite. A damp patch of it spreads through the wool of my trousers. I rim her slick pussy lips with the calloused tip of my middle finger.
