Page 19 of Lavender and Lightning

“Where is this coming from? I’m not mad—”

“You’re holding back, and I don’t want you to. If we don’t get this out of our systems now, it’ll just fester,” she continues, pawing at my arms weakly.

“Get what out of our systems, Lydia? You’re not making any sense.” My concern is now edging forward as I scent a little hint of burning sugar in the air and her chest starts to rise and fall a little faster.

Lydia looks away, and I swallow hard as I watch her disappear somewhere in her mind. Her shoulders lift ever so slightly, her hands clench and relax, and she shifts almost restlessly. Honey and vanilla are overpowered by burning sugar, and I reach out and cup her cheek in my hand and make her look back at me.

“That’s not how we play, love. I’m not going to punish you with sex when you’ve done nothing wrong,” I say gently, rubbing her cheek with my thumb.

“But you were so upset, and I thought… don’t you need to get that out of you?” My heart cracks a little at the vulnerability in her eyes as she looks at me.

“That’s my problem to work out, and it would be unfair to take that out on you. Was I angry? A little, but I was more worried than anything. And even if I was angry, it’s not your job to be my punching bag,” I answer, speaking slowly and clearly, so she knows I mean every word.

She nods and takes a shaky breath. There’s a pause and I wait, not wanting to push her before she’s ready to speak. Eventually, her eyes clear and her shoulders relax. She closes her eyes and leans into my touch, and I kiss her forehead.

“I do want that, though,” she whispers.

“Want what, my love?”

“For you to fuck me like you’re mad at me. I need to go to that place with you and come back, to know that we’re okay and we can fight and make up without it being like… like it was before,” she goes on, speaking more to herself than to me.

I bite my lip as I consider. I don’t like this, but I have to trust her. She needs that almost as much as she needs this type of play.

“I’m not going to cross any of your limits. And if I think this is doing more harm than good, I’m going to safe word,” I say at last.

Lydia opens her eyes and looks at me, and damn it if my heart doesn’t melt at the look of surprise and gratitude on her gorgeous face. She nods eagerly, shifting slightly to open her thighs to me again. One whiff of that intoxicating honey-and-vanilla nectar, and my cock is already back to half-hardness.

“Last chance. You say your safe words, and we’re going to begin,” I say, lowering my hand until I’m lightly resting it along the column of her throat.

“Red to stop, yellow to slow down. Sir.”

I growl, tightening my grip on her throat and making her gasp. I bare my teeth, pushing her back until she’s flat on the counter, and I’m standing between her thighs. It’s almost too easy to let the anger come to the surface, but I keep a tight handle on the leash, ready to pull it back at the first sign of trouble.

“You’ve been a naughty, naughty omega, little one. Going off on your own and leaving me no word that you were safe,” I say, keeping my voice light, but with no lack of disappointment.

I trail my fingers up her inner thigh, and she swallows under my other palm. Her muscles quiver, and I smirk as I feel the wetness pooling in her core. Without warning, I shove two fingers deep into her channel, pumping hard and fast.

“Selfish girls get punished by their alphas, my love. You didn’t think at all, and now you’re here, at my mercy. Is that what you want? My mercy?”

She shakes her head, and I have to give her points for boldness. I growl, withdrawing my fingers and spreading her cream around her puckered rear entrance. She whines and pushes back as the tip of my finger probes the muscle, not penetrating, just applying pressure. I laugh low in my throat, pushing my thumb into her dripping slit as I continue to tease and taunt her. Her stomach heaves as she struggles to breathe, and I watch her face carefully for signs of pain. But there’s only the desperate flush of arousal across her cheeks, and her eyes are shut tight.

“Look at me, little one,” I growl, pulling my hand away to spank her inner thigh.

She jumps and tilts her head down as best as she can, cracking her eyes slightly. Her pupils are blown out and hazy with desire. She truly does want this, and that’s enough for me.

“You aren’t going to come when I fuck you. That’s your punishment for today. Do you understand, little one?” I ask gently, massaging the slightly red spot I’ve just created.

“Yes, sir. Please,” she whimpers, lost in the inferno crackling between us.

Hearing that brings my cock to full, throbbing hardness, and I can’t hold back anymore. Guiding the tip to her soaked entrance, I don’t give her time to adjust before I set a punishing pace. She screams, throwing her head back and arching off the counter as I pound into her, never once complaining as I let out all the lingering anger under my skin. I growl and snarl, releasing her throat so I can seize her hips and fuck into her even harder. My knot swells, but I don’t push, just adjusting my angle to avoid any accidental locks while still hitting her pleasure points.

“Sir, please, I can’t—it’s too much,” she pants, her good hand coming up to cling to my forearm.

“I know you can. Take it, and you’ll be my good girl again. My sweet, beautiful girl. All will be forgiven, just—fuck!”

I shout as my lower back tightens and I push forward, my legs trembling as I pulse, shooting load after load deep inside of her tightness. Lydia lets out a breath that sounds like half a sob, and when I look up, her good arm drapes over her eyes.

“Lydia? You’re okay, it’s okay. It’s over, we’re done,” I say hastily, pulling out and gathering her up in my arms and holding her to my chest.

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