Possess: An Alpha Anthology

by Anthology

  He was letting me know that this wasn’t about my pleasure. It really was punishment.

  Without giving me any time to prepare, he slammed his hand against my ass. Sharp pain exploded through me.

  “Don’t make me bleed!” I tried to say, but of course I couldn’t talk.

  “Either use your safety gesture to end this, or keep quiet,” Corbin said.

  I wasn’t used to him being so apathetic when he dominated me. Despite the heat burning my skin, I felt cold. Before now, I’d never fully appreciated his moments of gentle reassurance and occasional soft touches.

  Oh, yeah, I definitely regretted my ill-advised little prank.

  The rest of my spankings ranged from “I don’t think I can bear this” to “Please kill me now and get it over with.”

  When he was done, I was a trembling mess, tears running down my cheeks.

  “That was for getting into my truck instead of facing me. Your next punishment is for disobeying when I told you to get out of the truck.” He paused. “I was going to spank you again, but that got my cock so hard, I think I need to come. On your knees.”

  I turned and fell to my knees. My bruised shin complained, but I barely felt the ache. It took all my self-control not to touch my pussy.

  Corbin slipped the belt off me and tossed it to the side, well out of his reach, and I heaved a quiet sigh of relief.

  He undid his tight jeans. He wasn’t kidding about being turned on… His cock bobbed free. It was so swollen and thick, I knew that keeping it caged in his pants must have been torturous.

  That brought me a small measure of gratification.

  “Keep your hands where I can see them,” he said as he took himself in hand and pressed the thick head of his cock across my lips.

  I closed my eyes as I opened wider, allowing him access. Corbin’s cock was too large for me to suck comfortably, and I hoped he wouldn’t just choke and gag me until he got off.

  Immediately, I shoved the thought out of my mind; if I focused on it, he would somehow divine my fears and use them against me.

  I wanted to touch my pussy. It wouldn’t take much to make me come, especially like this, on my knees, my pants down, my buttocks throbbing, and Corbin forcing himself down my throat.

  “I want your lips wrapped around the base,” he said, weaving his fingers through my hair. That, too, was part of my punishment; he knew damned well that touching my curls would make them frizz. He didn’t care, didn’t seem to even notice when they frizzed, but it annoyed the hell out of me.

  Which was probably why he was rubbing his hand in a circle.

  I tried to jerk away, and he responded by slamming himself all the way into my mouth.

  I gagged, my shoulders heaving, and Corbin was kind enough to ease up.

  “You’ll have to do better than that, Audrey.”

  He was calling me Audrey, not baby, and that stung most of all.

  “Come on. Suck me. Show me you’re sorry for what you did.”

  So I sucked him. I tried to take everything he gave me, but I could only get the rhythm down for a few seconds before Corbin would shove deeper, or move to the left or the right and make me gag again.

  It really was like he’d read my mind. He could have jerked off and made me swallow his come without the pleasure of getting to suck him. He could have…

  He could have done a zillion other things, but of course he’d chosen this.

  He pressed himself deep, very deep, and held there.

  “Go on,” he said soothingly. “Breathe through it for me.” Look at him being kind even as he tried to choke me to death. It was romantic, considering.

  Or maybe he was just being practical because he pushed himself even deeper and stayed there. I could feel him throbbing in my mouth and throat, and I wondered if he could feel my heartbeat, too.

  “Play with yourself.”

  My hand plunged between my legs, and I began to tremble. This was worth the discomfort of the rough carpet digging into my knees and the growing ache in my neck and lower back, and feeling like my jaw would never be right again.

  My pussy was more slippery than it had ever been, and I became aware of the scent of my arousal permeating the air. I would never be able to hide how much I loved it when Corbin treated me like this.

  I rubbed my finger over my clit.

  Slowly, Corbin pulled out. “You’re not going to orgasm,” he said.

  Frustrated, I slowed my hand. Corbin couldn’t stop me from coming. Under certain circumstances, sure, but right now I was so turned on that it wouldn’t matter.

  But if I disobeyed him in this, he could punish me in the cruelest way possible—by not fucking me. I was addicted to Corbin’s cock, to the way he stretched and filled me. It wasn’t just the physical sensation of having my pussy thoroughly stuffed, either. It was the way he fucked me. It was being underneath a man who was pure power.

  I would do anything to avoid being denied that.

  Corbin petted the top of my head and I winced and tried to duck away. He wouldn’t let me, though.

  “I’m going to have knots if you keep that up,” I said, my voice raspy and my throat raw.

  “Too bad.” He continued screwing with my hair for another minute, then slipped his hand down to my chin and raised my face. The wet tip of his cock bumped my mouth.

  At this point I was rubbing my leg more than my pussy. That was how dangerously close I hovered to the precipice.

  “Open,” he ordered in a gruff growl.

  I opened, and he slowly slid back in, taking a small step forward to go in deeper.

  “Look at me.”

  I raised my eyes to his. A slow, sadistic smile spread across his handsome face. “I wasn’t going to fuck you, but so help me, seeing you like this makes my cock so damn hard.” He began fucking into my mouth with deep, claiming strokes. “Keep playing with yourself.”

  Whimpering, I began moving my hand again. Oh god, I was so close, too close…

  Corbin pulled out. “Get up,” he ordered.

  Standing up with my lower legs hobbled together by my jeans and panties wasn’t easy, but I was motivated.

  “What the fuck happened to your leg, baby?”

  Apparently I was baby again. “Tripped over a kid’s bike,” I said.

  “You need to be more careful.” He turned me around, grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. With fast, deft movements, he wound the belt—when the hell had he picked it up?—around and between my wrists, then he pushed me toward the bed.

  Bending at the hips, my upper body fell forward. Corbin was pressed against my lower body, pinning my thighs and knees against the side of the bed. He was careful, I noticed, not to bang my shin into the bed’s frame.

  I was helpless to do anything but stay in the humiliating position, my cheek on the rough and musty comforter, my ass and pussy in the air.

  Corbin touched the head of his cock to my pussy. “You’re so wet, you look like I already came inside you,” he said. As he dragged the head between my folds, he added, “I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do.”

  “Then don’t do it!” I pleaded, trying to twist enough to make eye contact but failing because I didn’t have the use of my hands. “Really, Corbin, I’ve learned my lesson. It was just a stupid little joke. I never thought you’d really think—”

  “I knew nothing had happened to you. Rob said as much when I pressed him.”

  Traitor. I was going to kill my brother. He seemed to be taking Corbin’s side a lot lately.

  “But intention is everything, baby.” He slammed his shaft deep inside me. My entire body flushed, going hot and damp in an instant.

  I bit my lip so hard that the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth. I will not come, I will not come, I will not—

  Corbin pulled out, giving me a welcome respite. Sucking in a shuddering breath, I said, “I don’t want to disobey you and orgasm, but it’s really difficult.”

  “Then I’ll make it eas
ier.” He grabbed my ass cheeks. My skin was so painfully raw that I went stiff.

  Then his cock was pressing at my pussy. He thrust inside, and as he did, his fingers pressed into my tender skin. It burned like I’d been cut.

  Oh, I could still come like this, but…

  Corbin pressed harder. My legs were quivering, but he kept me pinned against the side of the saggy mattress.

  Closing my eyes, I tried to find the strength to endure this. It would be so easy to let myself go, but I would have to choose to do so. Corbin really was doing me a favor.

  He pulled all the way out again and stepped away. The next thing I knew, he’d repositioned me flat on the bed, facedown on the mattress. He knelt on top of me, his powerful legs straddling mine.

  I opened my eyes and tried to turn to look at him, but Corbin pushed on my neck, keeping me in place.

  His other hand pressed into the bed, near my face, and I stared at the muscles and tendons of his lower arm.

  “Suck my thumb,” he ordered.

  He eased up enough so I could wiggle the few inches that separated me from his hand. I sucked his thumb into my mouth. Uncontrollable whimpers rose from my throat. If he fucked me again, I was going to orgasm, and it wouldn’t matter how much pain he provided as distraction.

  The weight disappeared from my neck, and Corbin groped one of my ass cheeks. Something wet hit my pucker.

  Before I could protest, Corbin’s enormous cock was pushing rudely into my ass. He was too big, and we hadn’t had anal sex in a few weeks, so I wasn’t even close to prepared.

  Corbin wasn’t being gentle.

  He kept pushing, ignoring the resistance my body provided.

  “Keep sucking,” he said.

  I suckled, and it helped.

  “Goddamn, baby, you’re so fucking hot. I should have spanked you and made you suck me off, but sometimes… I’ll just have to punish you like this…”

  Although he was breathing too hard to continue speaking, I quickly learned what “like this” meant.

  It meant driving hard into my poor little ass. It meant practically pounding me into the mattress, which was simultaneously too unsupportive and too unyielding.

  Underneath me, punishment. On top of me, banging hard into my tender buttocks, punishment. And driving inside of me with all the force and power of over two hundred pounds of muscle, the most difficult punishment of all.

  I sucked harder, praying it would be over soon, that I could go to the bathroom, get myself off, clean up…

  Corbin groaned and moved even faster. The creaking of the mattress was turning into a single long whine.

  “Such a bad girl,” he gasped. “You need to be fucked like this every day until you learn how to behave properly.”

  I moaned in agreement.

  His entire body went rigid, and his growl of pleasure filled the sparsely furnished room. I felt his cock pulsing and pumping inside me, and my pussy responded with a series of spasms and flutters that were dangerously close to crossing the line into the forbidden.

  Corbin collapsed onto me, and I couldn’t breathe under his weight. My arms and shoulders weren’t happy, either.

  “You’re squashing me,” I said, my gasping exaggerated.

  “I don’t care.”

  My pussy tightened again. He rolled a little to the side, taking the pressure off my bound arms. I smiled.

  He knew what my limits were, and he cared. Finally Corbin pulled out. He grabbed my wrists and untied them. “Looks like you’ve got four minutes to clean up and return the key. If you’re late, no sex for the rest of the week.”

  He went into the bathroom and came out with a damp towel, but instead of gently cleaning me, he wiped his dick. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, and I wondered if my punishment would ever end. I’d gotten the picture—as roughly as he fucked me, he’d always taken care of me, too. But bad girls didn’t deserve comfort.

  “Three minutes.” He smacked my ass.

  Groaning, I scrambled out of bed and duck-walked to the bathroom. I barely made it before all of Corbin’s come came gushing out of me.

  He rarely came in my ass, and I was glad for that. It was too messy.

  Speaking of messy, I made the mistake of catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My right cheek was dark red, and several creases crisscrossed the skin. And my hair, like the bride of Frankenstein…

  Corbin must have really wanted to torture me.

  I quickly finished cleaning up as best I could, then splashed water over my hair. I’d try to fix it after I turned in the key.

  “Fun and games aside…” I began as I left the bathroom. But Corbin wasn’t even in the room.

  The key was sitting on the hideous wooden table. I grabbed it, ran down the steps and sprinted to the office. I was vaguely aware of Corbin leaning against his SUV, his arms crossed over his chest. I didn’t get a good enough look to know if he was being smug, but my imagination filled it in just fine.

  “Here you go,” I said as I burst into the office.

  The woman looked at the time. “With ten seconds to spare,” she said, taking the key. “That’s quite a man you’ve got there. I hope you enjoy him.”

  If she only knew.

  Chapter Thirteen

  When I came out of the office, Corbin had pulled the truck up to the door. I jumped in, and he took off.

  “That was fun,” he said, grinning. “Did you enjoy it? Let me tell you, that orgasm was sweet.”

  I refused to take the bait and instead stared hard out the window.

  “Baby, can we talk seriously for a minute?” he asked.

  “No.”

  He started laughing. “How does this work? You cross the line, I punish you with some very good sex—good for me, at least—and now you’re angry?”

  I whirled to face him. “You suckered me into a bet that you knew was uneven. You could probably call up one of your contacts and get feeds from every public video camera in North America. In the meantime, I have to go around, trying to interview Chaew’s kindergarten teacher and the dental hygienist who used to date his mechanic’s neighbor. How the hell is that fair?”

  “I’m not saying you don’t have a point, but the terms of the bet aren’t death, or that you saw off your leg with a butter knife.” He definitely wasn’t laughing now, and the muscles in his upper body were becoming rigid. “I want to take you, the woman I love, on vacation for a month.”

  “But—”

  “But nothing.”

  “It’s not nothing,” I said. “Stroop Finders needs the money from finding Chaew.”

  “I have money.”

  Gritting my teeth, I shook my head. “We can’t take it. We have to earn it.”

  “Then let’s work together,” he said. “The two of us will have no problem apprehending him.”

  “I…” I considered that. It seemed like a good compromise. “And the bet?”

  “The bet stands.”

  Shaking my head, I said, “No. It’s not that I don’t want to go away with you for a month, for a year, but the company needs me. People depend on us for their paychecks.”

  “Then we’re at an impasse.” He sounded like he was getting angry again. “You should know I wasn’t planning to call in favors to get this guy,” he said, “but you’re making me regret that decision.”

  “Oh, you’re so damned noble,” I said sarcastically.

  “If you don’t know that by now, I don’t know what to say. Here’s my next best offer because, baby, I’m eventually getting that vacation. Just because you don’t understand work-life boundaries doesn’t mean I’m going to let you pull me into the insanity.”

  “So go without me,” I said, and even though I was annoyed, my pulse sped up at the distressing thought that he might do exactly that.

  “Here’s my next best offer,” he repeated, apparently deciding to ignore my outburst. “We share all our information, and whoever gets him, gets him.”

  That was far better
than I’d expected. “Deal. Where are we going, by the way?”

  “I’ve got a lead.” He stopped at a red light and looked at me, blue-green eyes burning intensely. “Feel free to tell me again how noble I am.” He leaned over to slide a burning hot hand between my legs.

  I gasped and squeezed my fingers around his thick forearm. “Please,” I moaned.

  “You didn’t get yourself off in the bathroom?” His gaze flickered to my hair, and a teasing smile turned the corners of his lips up. He was so unfairly hot. “I mean… What were you doing in there?”

  Shoving his arm away, I snapped down the visor. My hair had dried into an uneven cloud of frizz. “Goddamn it. Do you have a comb?”

  “I’ve got a brush.”

  “Fuck your brush,” I said vehemently.

  Corbin threw back his head and laughed. “That particular brush is at home. I’m beginning to think that being spanked has traumatized you.”

  My fingers danced over my ruined curls. They felt like sadness. “You don’t understand curly hair,” I said, glaring at him. “You made knots.”

  “I think it looks hot as hell.”

  “It looks like I was fucked and didn’t bother showering after.”

  “Like I said.”

  I shot him a dirty look, then set about doing my best to fix my appearance. As expected, my best wasn’t good enough.

  “Maybe you can stop at a gas station,” I suggested, looking out the window for one.

  “Why?”

  “So I can buy a hat,” I admitted.

  “I think you should embrace the look, start a new trend.” He shrugged. “But I know just the place.”

  I watched Corbin while he drove. His face was, objectively, perfect, the features balanced and symmetrical. He could have been beautiful, but his strong jaw, peppered with stubble, put him firmly into the category of handsome.

  What he was doing with me, I couldn’t guess.

  A few minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of a shopping center. I realized something. “Um… All my stuff is in the office.”

  Corbin dug into his pocket and handed me three $100 bills.

  “This is overkill. All I need is a hat. Don’t you have anything smaller?”

  “I did, but I had to spend it to teach you a lesson,” he said with a grin. The skin on my ass seemed to get hot again, sending delicious tingles through my entire body.