by Isoellen
She stopped him. "Did you want my bite just because of my heat? Is this all biology?"
"Interrupting me, Naya?"
"You do it to me."
"I'm an alpha."
She felt his claws, just a tap, on the inside of her thigh. The threat turned her insides to jelly. She relaxed into his touch. Only her handsome alpha had claws.
"I hadn't smelled an omega for years,” he continued. “The king and my mother paraded them in front of me for a while. All ages. Too young for mating, married before, and just on the edge of a heat, smelling of musk and lust. They made my cock hard."
Naya leaned forward, closer to him.
"My cock was always hard. It was you, little thing. You. Your scent. The code of your being made to match mine. The perfect soft to my hard, laughter to my growl. The animal in me knew it, even if the man clung to some old promise he never should have made."
"Promise?"
He drew that claw all the way up the inside of her thigh. She felt the hard outer curve of it slide along the seam of her sex to her belly, his hand opening there.
Leaning in, Monster kissed her, a sensual glide of lips and breath to her cheek and the shell of her ear. In it he rumbled, "I don't know if you have noticed, but I can be very stubborn about not letting go of things."
At the word “stubborn,” Naya giggled. She couldn't help it. The man was more than stubborn. He was a monument to the glory of alpha obstinance and grit, harder and more immovable than any metal known to mankind.
He washed her, kissed her—tender and careful—before taking her out of the cooling water and wrapping her in the linen so she couldn't move. In their sleeping chamber, Monster sat her in his lap and fed her again with her hands pinned down. He was relentless in his need to care for her.
Soon she found herself stuffed with food and unable to take another bite. He chased crumbs with his tongue, making her laugh again.
Later, she lay in their nest in a daze, watching him pad naked to the sleep room door and open it at a knock.
Nixon’s voice made her gasp. There was just enough time to pull the linens over herself before the man walked in with a weird wooden thing. He ignored her as he and Monster set it up in the middle of the room. Whatever its use, it appeared adjustable.
Nixon took a couple of moments to explain. Afterward he went back to the door as if to leave, only to return with a box in his hands.
"The restraints are in here, and a few other things I thought you might like. All new. A belated bonding gift," he said. His voice held a conspiratorial tone that caught Naya's attention. She looked at the bench again.
The weird thing had six legs and a padded raised center with two low, long sides. It wasn’t a chair for sitting on, that she could see, nor a table.
The top of it opened in three places. Could it be the spanking bench Nixon had offered? Was Monster thinking to put her on that?
Pulling a fur over herself, she sank deeper into the safety of her nest. He wouldn't. Would he?
She couldn't pretend not to know why. He'd been grumbling about his rules all night, about her putting herself in danger and making him afraid. Naya had argued her right to protect her mate, but he silenced her every time with a kiss or distracted her with an orgasm. He’d kept her awake for hours.
Low-voiced, he and Nixon exchanged more information. They discussed his father’s presence in the district and that Crispin still lingered with him. The homing of the drones, the slumlord's possessions, and other details waiting Monster’s decisions.
She listened to her monster talk and felt herself drift away to sleep, the bench momentarily forgotten. All it took was his command that she get some more rest and a kiss on her brow, and she drifted away.
*
Waking to pleasure was no longer a strange thing. Naya felt Monster's presence and intentions inside her chest at all times—a warm adoration that kept her concern at bay. Some part of Naya's heart always knew where he was and what he was feeling.
When he returned to the room, pulling her blankets and furs away, she knew it was him. The distinct touch of her alpha followed the shape of her spine from neck to thigh, spanning her waist and hips and squeezing her bottom.
His purr turned to an encouraging growl, a low sound she felt rather than heard. It was all he needed to do to stimulate her. She welcomed and wanted intimacy with him and existed in a constant state of arousal. That might change after the birth of their first child, though, when their libidos would slow down.
Maybe.
Until then, this state was unavoidable. They were bound, and she could never deny him.
Every day. Ten times a day. Sore or not.
She didn't want to deny him.
Pushing herself into his hands, she made breathy noises of agreement. She knew he liked when she lost her words and could only make sounds for him. She felt it in their bond, the drive that he steal away all her proper upbringing, transforming her into this sensual, needy creature.
As usual he put her how he wanted her, pulling her near the edge of the bed, stuffing bedding under her pelvis, and raising her butt in the air. She grabbed pillows in her arms and buried her face there. Whatever he did with her in this position, she'd need to hold on.
His hands went from gentle to firm, running over her from her ankles to her bottom. Then fingers, seeking her slick and his cum from the night before, dipped into her channel and spread the lubrication everywhere.
His growl lowered, a kind of quiet, constant snarl—the monster, his monster, coming to the forefront to play.
Monster or man, whatever his guise, he liked to tease her. He followed his fingers with his mouth. Hot breath gusting at the top of the crease of her bottom, hands on her thighs as he worked his way down to taste her, he licked deep, stabbing at her with the point of his tongue.
She whimpered. It felt so good every time.
Too soon, she needed to cum, needed relief. She told him so with sounds she couldn't hold back. The man pretended not to hear, continuing to romance her body with mouth and hands, bringing her to the sharp edge of desperation.
Time slipped away. Place evaporated.
He pulled away, one palm keeping her still.
And nothing happened.
He was doing something. The bed was moving. Was he touching himself? She wanted to see that. His hands on his big, dark cock always fascinated her. Was he going to cum?
She started to turn. She wanted his cock. It was hers, her right. He could put it in her, on her, but regardless it was hers, and she couldn't stand to see any part of it wasted.
He lifted his hand off her, then slapped it down hard. Naya shrieked in surprise.
"Stay where I put you." Deep and rough, that dark voice meant business.
"Monster," she whined.
Four more smacks made her flesh jiggle and left handprints. She jerked and cried out with each one, her skin stinging and hurting.
"Now," he ordered.
Naya howled into the pillow.
"You don't get to argue with your alpha. You don't get to make choices I don't approve of. You are mine. Mine."
A full-body shiver, anticipation and unease, chased his words. She could never fear him, not really, but his mood said his attentions were about to turn rough and she would not like it.
He was going to punish her.
"It is lesson day for baby. Got some things here to help you remember this time."
"I had to," she protested.
He cut her off with a smack on her ass.
"You don't get to decide!" he roared, letting out the anger that had been simmering inside him.
It was a sudden fire in her chest. His fear, his powerlessness; it was all right there inside her in a tight ball of fury.
Since she’d darted forward in the fighting pit, getting in front of him, an impotent rage had been growing within him, hidden, but there. Doubling in life and power when she’d slipped from his arms to destroy that awful alpha noisemaker. Disguised
by his care and affection, cloaked with his need to see her safe and healthy the raw, dangerous rage had waited. A force not to be denied, it built in his chest, trapped with no exit.
"You don't get to risk mine. You took my bite. Chose me. Accepted me. So you obey me. Follow my fuckin' rules. Are my rules too hard? Did you forget them?"
"Darre, please."
He smacked her again. "Who do you belong to?"
"My monster. Nothonal Darre. I belong to you."
"That's right. Did you forget? Because that is not how you have been acting. That's not what my little thing has been doing. No, she argues. She resists. She does what she fuckin' wants."
She felt his finger on her anus. Now that she'd napped, she wasn't quite as sore there. The burn and stretch had healed and faded.
She knew that humans and betas weren't made like her, didn't have the spot inside to drive them insane with pleasure. Monster liked to push her hurting and wanting for him.
She suspected that was his plan now.
A delicious, welcome sensation, the hot bar of his cock glided against her seam.
"Relax and open to me, or it will hurt. Now. I'm not fuckin' waiting." He spanked her again, which only made her tense.
"Gonna get you nice and wet with my cum. Make sure you are full of my seed. Gonna plug you up with a fun new toy. Might hurt. Look at me now."
He held up an object. "You will take it, though, because this is about teaching you to listen and obey. Say yes, Alpha."
The object he held was metal, with one conical end and another fashioned in the vague shape of a spade. It glinted in the yellow lamplight of their room, filling his palm, big and hard.
"Inside me?" Her voice went choked and high with confusion, body rocking toward the wall and away from the plug he wanted to put up her bottom.
He moved fast, hand shooting out to stop her and spank her. "Stay where I fuckin' put you!"
Hating that enraged tone, and hating that she’d caused it, Naya started to cry.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But I don't want that in me. Just you. Just want you. Monster, don't, don't."
"Don't punish my treasure? Isn't it my right to punish her? To teach her? To help her be a proper omega?"
"Don't do something you might regret!" she blurted.
His eyes narrowed dangerously. So dangerously.
He dropped his body down over her in a single smooth action, a blanket of heat and weight, his face right in hers. "What are you saying?"
The question was thick with feeling, because inside it was a different question altogether. Did she trust him? Did she trust the bond? Had she truly chosen him?
They'd been together a short time, and already she'd seen so many sides of this man—beast to leader, violent to gentle—but he had never directed his raging anger at her. It scared her. It scared her because she knew this would hurt. That she wouldn't like it.
But. But...
He was hers and she was his. Her soul had taken up residence in his chest. She couldn't exist as a whole creature without him. Without all of him.
Could she accept this punishment? Did she trust the one who delivered it?
She said, "You're going to hurt me. I don't want you to."
"And what of when you hurt me? When you scared me with this new fear? With this thing that haunts me at the back of my brain and eats at me? The feeling of you slipping from my arms, leaving me. What of that? Did I want that? Do I ever want to feel it again?"
He wouldn't relent. He wouldn't agree that she had been the only one in the cave who could do anything. He was too alpha.
Her alpha.
"No. You didn't want that."
"Damn fuckin' right." He dropped his head over hers, nuzzled through the mess of her curls, and found her ear. He kissed her in that sweet way that made her shiver before biting her hard enough to make her yelp.
"Stop arguing. You will do this for me. Then I will forgive you. Then I will trust that you will remember the lesson."
He didn't say it, but she heard it in his words, in her heart: Do this so I can trust you again. Do this so I know that we survived and that we will survive. I want you to trust me with everything, even your pain.
Standing up behind her again, he put one hand on the swell of her butt check. "Gonna get you ready to take this plug. You relax this ass, omega," he commanded.
Naya breathed out and tried. Darre pressed the blunt end of his cock against her bottom hole, then slid it inside. Exerting tremendous command over himself, he burrowed forward halfway, not touching that spot that made everything feel good. Without that intense pleasure to distract her, all she felt was the discomfort.
Moving back and forth with short, brutal bursts and angry grunts, Monster thrust three times, six, on the seventh, his cockhead jerked and he filled her.
She didn't know it could hurt like this. Had it hurt like this the other times? She felt stretched tight around him, split.
"Filling you up nice and wet so you can take this," he said with satisfaction, removing himself.
Raw and unfinished, Naya let herself cry into her pillow.
She felt the blunt point of the cold, metal thing. He popped it through her ring of muscle quickly, plugging his release inside of her.
It felt all kinds of strange. He moved it about a bit.
She whined, taking his punishment.
While still wet, the sensitivity of her excitement had lessened. Monster returned to using his mouth, his tongue flicking a tease towards her clit from her backside and forcing her right back into a mindless state of want. He purred against her wet flesh, making her messy and begging again. Hard or gentle, it didn't matter; she needed everything he did, and he knew it.
The caressing felt so good, a pleasure out of reach. She moaned, "Inside. Inside."
With her bottom hole filled up, she needed him in her empty core. It was a strange agony, one passage squeezing the plug and the other begging for attention.
Monster's fingers stroked her folds, dancing around where she wanted him most, skirting the opening of her empty vagina and dipping in and out. He tapped his thumb at her clit with barely-there pressure, building her need.
Why did he do that? He didn't need to do that. Naya already needed him. Already wanted him. Already wanted to scream for her next orgasm. Writhing, begging, she tried to find the pressure to reach it.
He slapped her between her legs on her swollen slit.
She yelped at the new violence.
Hands catching her hips, he held her still. "No. No, you don't get to do that. You think you just get to cum without permission? You think you own your own pleasure? That is not how this works, Treasure."
"But I need it. Please."
"No. No. No," he said in a sing-song voice. "What you need to do is listen to me. Obey me. Follow my rules. Do what I say."
"Please. Please, Monster. F-Fuck me." She still stumbled over saying that.
He smacked her again, hard, until her whines turned to sharp cries of discomfort. The slaps made everything hot and prickly.
"Hurts. Stop," she pleaded.
"You being dead would hurt. You could have been killed. A little pussy slap is nothing. But we are just getting started, Naya. You are going to remember. I am going to burn the memory into your skin. You will stay out of my shit."
Hands at her waist, he lifted her with her back to his front. Hair in her face, she didn't know what his plan was.
They didn't go far. She found herself face-down again, her torso supported, but arms and legs falling to the sides. Up high off the floor, he'd set up the bench while she’d slept and now she was on it.
Put in a position she never could have imagined.
"Monster." She tried to sit up and get off the disturbing contraption. His hand landed on the small of her back.
"Settle, Naya." His command was low, rolling through her
She moaned, her bottom hole spasming around the plug.
Walking around her. His bobbing cock remind
ed her of the first time she'd seen him clearly, waiting to be called to her nest.
He showed her where he wanted her hands and how to rest her legs. The bench had a place for her hands to clench over round dowel handholds. Bending her knees, her Monster maneuvered her legs so that her they rested on the side padding. It wasn't uncomfortable, other than her breasts being smashed and her head being in a downward position.
"I could restrain you with belts and buckles. Do I need to?"
Locked up a bit in her head at what was happening, she heard him speak, but not the question. "What?"
He lifted her up again and shoved a pillow under her torso, easing the pressure on her breasts caused by the flat bench. His cock was close to her face, the rich smell running up into her olfactory senses and resetting all her thoughts, taking her mind out of the strange position.
She opened her mouth, straining for a lick, but he jerked away. "No. You haven't earned that."
Her whine was all protest.
"Baby wants that, does she? I don't think so. Baby is not in charge." His hands went to her hair, pulling it down from where it was pinned and gathering it up the side. His claws scraped her scalp, making her shiver.
His actions were just shy of threats.
"I want you to stay where I put you. You let go, kick, or move, you get more strokes." His tongue was thick. Naya could hear his beast in his words. "Tell me what I just said to you."
"You want me to stay where you put me. If I let go or kick, I get more strokes. What strokes?"
He disappeared from her line of sight and returned with a flail. The wand-like end of it that fit in his hand was leather-wrapped, and on the other end was a careful weave of dozens of strands. He lifted it and pulled it slow across the skin he'd exposed at the back of her neck.
A stroke.
It followed his progress as he moved out of her eyesight and behind her, where her bottom was in the air, exposed.
"Hold on tight. Don't move. Take your punishment, or you will get more," he reminded her. "I'm going to adjust the bench a bit and open you up for one more thing before we get started."
The back end of the bench lifted. Naya clenched her eyes shut and held on. She heard him move something and her legs opened as the back half of the bench spread her apart. Setting down again, he messed with the height of her body, lifting as he moved things.