Page 51 of Alpha: A Rough Shifter Romance

His fingers just traced along my aching flesh, lightly touching where the panties had pinched me. I panted with need and when he parted my folds and stroked my clit, I hoped that he would allow me to come.

Without warning, he pinched my sensitive bud hard enough to make me cry out.

“No, not yet sweet mate. You’re not going to be allowed to come for a good long while and if you do, you will walk out of this cabin and bring me three switches like you did on the very first day we met. Then I will walk you to the town center, completely naked where I will bind you and switch that bare little body until you’re sobbing. If you were a bad little girl in taking that punishment, I’d make you take my cock right there in front of the entire pack. If you’re a very good girl though and took it well, I would allow you to crawl back here on your knees, where you would beg me for the privilege to come all over my knot,” he growled.

Liquid heat rush between my bare thighs, straight onto his fingers. My entire body tightened, and I heatedly wondered if he could feel the effect he was having on me.

“I won’t come, sir,” I pleaded.

“Good girl,” he replied darkly, his eyes sparkling.

He was enjoying this. He liked keeping me wet and needy and afraid.

I’d never admit it, but I liked it too. A lot.

His fingertips left my pussy and traveled up to caress my nipples. His touch was gentle at first. He surrounded them, softly tweaking them until they were stiff and aching with need. After that though, his touch hardened, pinching my nipples more aggressively until I cried out with pain. He took them and stretched them out toward him, before twisting them harshly. I whimpered and then he released one. I gasped with relief until his thick fingers slapped at the breast still in his grasp.

When he did it again, the slap was firmer, the sting more intense. He continued to spank my breast, keeping a tight hold on my nipple and ensuring that each spank met its mark. Every last one hurt and he made sure they did, until the entirety of my left breast was pink from his punishing hand. When he was satisfied, he slapped my breast hard enough to pop my nipple free from his fingers. A volley of pain splintered from my tender bud as the blood rushed back to it, but I took it all because that’s what he wanted. I whimpered as he took my right one into his fingers next.

He repeated this punishment and even though I knew what to expect, it was somehow worse because of it. I squirmed and begged as he slapped my breasts, but every strike met its mark. He took his time and made sure to leave me sore and aching, before he spanked my breast hard enough to free it from his hold once more.

My breasts throbbed. He grasped my shoulders and spun me around, forcing me to press my naked back against his chest. One arm wound around my waist. His free hand settled over my nipple and I stiffened.

He spanked it. Hard.

The pain that blossomed over my aching buds was sharp like a knife. He slapped the other one with the flats of his fingers, not listening to the whimpers and pleas that fell from my lips. He punished my nipples thoroughly until my cries became more desperate.

I had no doubt that he could make me cry simply from this alone.

When he finally stopped, I whimpered and tried to catch my breath. Those punishing fingers descended between my thighs, gliding along my sensitive folds and finding my shameful secret.

I was soaked, absolutely positively soaking wet, and I knew it.

Now he’d discovered it too.

“It seems that despite your protests, you enjoyed having your pretty breasts spanked, didn’t you, sweet mate,” he murmured.

His finger stroked up and down my clit.

“Yes, alpha,” I shuddered, feeling my inner walls flutter with arousal.

Quickly, he slapped my pussy and I cried out at the unexpected sting.

“Don’t worry. That needy little pussy is going to be so much wetter before I’m through with you,” he promised darkly, and my heart beat heavy in my chest.

I wanted to find out more. I wanted to know how far I could go. I wanted to know what I could take and what he wanted to give.

I decided to push him.

“Promises, promises,” I taunted.

“Such a brave little omega you are, aren’t you? We’ll see if you’re still just as brave after you’re sobbing over my knee with that bare little bottom and that wet little pussy both very thoroughly spanked,” he countered.

I stood before him afraid and wet and unbelievably aroused. He stared down at me with those icy blue eyes and I watched them darken with undeniable threat. I’d pushed him and he knew it. Now he was going to have to take me in hand.

My pussy clenched, knowing that what was to come would hurt.

I shivered hard and rolled my upper lip at him, daring him, challenging him as my alpha. He rose to the task, just like I had known he would. He grasped me around the waist and sat down on the bed behind him, tossing me over his knees with little to no effort at all.

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