by Jenika Snow
“You’ve never wanted anyone?”
“No. You’re the only female I’ve taken to my apartment.”
“What about having sex?” Her cheeks heated, and Malcolm smiled down at her.
“Are you jealous?”
“Of the women you’ve been with? Yes. I want you, and I don’t want anyone else to have you.”
“Simmer down my little wild cat. You don’t need to worry. I’ve not been with anyone since you came into the club. You’re my mate.”
“You’ve not been with anyone?”
“I’ve touched other women. Subs at the club visit to get off, and we have to reward them in the way they want, need.”
“I know how the club works.”
“I’ve never gotten off with them when on stage. I only want you.” Malcolm didn’t want her upset, and thinking she didn’t mean anything to him. She did. She meant more to him than any other woman he’d been with. Madison was his mate, and that title made her mean more than most.
Who are you trying to kid? No one means more. She is the one.
The most important.
He’d die for Madison.
He opened his door with one hand while still holding her; he didn’t release Madison yet. He kicked the door closed once inside and locked it, securing them inside. Fellow shifters lived in the building, and they knew who he was, could probably smell the scent of their mating in the air, too. The aroma of their mating would be easily detected, acknowledged, and no male wanted to ever interrupt a mate when he was claiming what was his.
Madison belonged to him, she was bound to him and no one else.
Moving through his apartment, he set Madison on the bed, positioned her on her knees, and exposed her full round ass.
“Stay,” he said, ordering her.
“Malcolm?”
Grabbing a belt, he looped the end so that the metal buckle was nowhere near her perfect skin. The idea was to mark her flesh, to punish her, not to scar or seriously hurt her.
“Do you know why I’m going to punish you?” he asked, placing a hand at the base of her back. She moaned, arching up toward his hand, clearly wanting his touch.
“No, Sir.”
“I’ll tell you, little sub. I’m going to punish you for complaining about me carrying you. You were trying to say you were fat and too heavy, weren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will never put yourself down again, do you hear me?”
“I didn’t want you—”
“Did you hear me?” he asked, shouting over her.
“Yes, Sir.”
Whack!
He brought the belt down onto her ass, hard. Madison cried out, and he repeated the action.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
After another three, he stopped. He’d alternated between each cheek, spanking her ass, and punishing her.
Throughout each one, Madison cried out but she didn’t pull away. Her ass was a beautiful glowing red. Running his hands down the rounded curves, he slipped a finger into her pussy. She was soaking wet.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” he said, sliding a second finger inside her pussy.
“Please, Sir.”
“You’ve been very bad, and I think it’s only fair that you allow me to play.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Sliding two fingers into her pussy, he watched them disappear. Her cunt tightened around him, sucking them into her greedy hole.
Pulling out his fingers, he saw how slick they were with her cream. Putting the digits to his mouth, he licked her cream, before going back for more.
Each pump into her pussy had her moaning and begging for more. Lifting his cock, he fisted his shaft, and watched Madison take his fingers again. The tip of his cock leaked pre-cum, and he just couldn’t wait any longer.
He placed the tip of his dick at her entrance and moved his slick fingers to her anus.
Madison didn’t even tense. She pressed against his fingers, and he pushed past the tight ring of muscles. At the same time, he slammed his cock deep inside her tight pussy.
They both moaned together, and Malcolm cupped her hip, basking in the pleasure of her tight cunt pulsing around him.
“You’re so fucking tight and hot. You’re mine, Madison. I’m not letting you go. Not for anyone. You belong to me.”
“Yes, Sir, please, fuck me, take me, make me yours.”
Pounding inside her, Malcolm succumbed to the mating heat, riding her harder. He worked his fingers in her ass, stretching her to take him.
“It feels so good.”
Releasing her hip, he slapped her ass, creating a burn, and adding that element of pain to the pleasure that she craved more than anything.
“You’re going to cum for me?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything you want me to do.”
Sliding two fingers inside her ass, he was relentless in his claiming of her. Only when he felt the first stirring of his own arousal, did he bring Madison to orgasm. She came around his cock, and her ass squeezed his fingers. He was going to take her ass, claim her in every hole so that she didn’t have a doubt about who she belonged to.
Malcolm thrust inside her, and his arousal built, until with one final slam, he erupted inside her greedy pussy. Collapsing over her, he didn’t move, covering her body with his. He removed his fingers from her ass, wiping them off on a towel he’d grabbed when he’d gotten the belt, before wrapping his arms around her body.
There was no need for words as they both caught their breath.
Talk to her.
Tell her the truth.
Licking his lips, Malcolm kept his eyes closed as he started talking.
“I’ve done bad things,” he said.
“What?”
“You don’t know everything about me. I want to tell you the truth. I’ve done some bad things, things that will make you see me as more of an animal than a man.”
“I don’t care. It’s not who you are.” She tried to turn to look at him, but he stopped her.
“I don’t want you to move. Just listen to me, and afterward, if you wish to leave, I’ll take you home.” It would kill him to let her go, but he’d do it, for her, for his mate.
“You’re not going to get rid of me. I love you, Malcolm.”
He really hoped she was strong enough for what he was about to tell her.
“It happened some time ago. I was newly turned and still learning my own body. I had gone for a run in my wolf form when I killed someone.”
“Who was it?”
“A hunter or hiker, I don’t know. He was human though. He stumbled upon me in my shifted form. He was afraid at first, but then went on the defense. In my shifted form, I thought as an animal, saw him as a threat with his weapon, and was ready to protect myself, to attack. He decided to stand and fight. I can still remember the scent of his fear and anger, of his disgust. He attacked me with a knife and if I hadn’t killed him, he would have killed me. I couldn’t allow that, wouldn’t die that way. There was no fight or flight insistinct, only for me to fight.”
“Fight or flight?”
“Yes. My wolf wouldn’t let me run. He made sure I stayed and fought. It ended bloody, and the human’s life lost.”
He expected her to run out, to leave him. When she touched him, he flinched, not meaning to.
“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. I will keep your secret, but don’t expect me to judge you. If he had killed you, I’d never have gotten this chance to be with you, and call me selfish, this is what I want.”
She had turned slightly so that he saw the look in her eyes. There was no judgement, only love staring back at him.
“I love you, Malcolm. I love you with my whole heart, and nothing you do is ever going to change that.”
She pressed her lips to his, sealing her fate and binding herself to him forever.
Several weeks later
This was her life now, what she’d thou
ght about when she saw herself with the man she loved. She watched him on that stage, felt the thickness in the air as he set things up for his scene at Club Corruption.
It had only been a few weeks, but things had become closer with them, more electrified. Even after haring about what he’d done, about the fear he harbored, that he thought he’d hurt her, she only saw a goodness in Malcolm.
He had darkness in him, his animal always at the surface now, always watching her. His wolf was like a protector, always making sure she was in his line of sight, that she’d never be threatened. It was strange, having this intense connection with someone, having a mate.
God, just thinking about that, feeling the connection she had with Malcolm was like she’d been missing something in her life this whole time.
She turned from the stage and scanned the crowd gathered tonight. They’d come to watch Malcolm preform, but not only him. Madison stared across the room at Dmitri, one of the Dom’s that preferred darker scenes.
Blood.
Knives.
Screams of pleasure and pain … but mostly of pain.
Those were some of the things he liked to give his subs, to give the audience. Malcolm was a sadist, loved giving her pain with her pleasure, and she loved being his masochist, but there was something harder, darker about Dmitri.
She turned from Dmitri bringing a knife across the thigh of one of the women in his scene.
Madison stared at the man, the wolf shifter that she loved so much it hurt. He stood still on the stage, staring at the crowd. And when his gaze landed on her, she felt like the world tilted under her. He lifted his arm and held his hand out to her. She was his sub, the only female he did scenes with now, and it was such a heady rush, a heavy sensation that felt almost surreal.
Never had she thought that she’d be in this situation, having a mate, or loving a wolf shifter, but she had all of those things and more.
She moved toward the stage, climbed the few steps it took to be on the podium, and as she stood there in her corset, the laces tied tightly, all she felt was the tether to Malcolm being pulled tighter. She was bound to this man, willing to give herself to him, accept anything he told her, and she knew he would do the same for her.
And as she slipped her hand in his, let him pull her toward the hardness of his body, all she could think about was that there was nothing greater in this world than feeling like she actually belonged, and that she was loved.
The End
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Owned (Club Corruption, 3)
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Dimitri kept his beast locked up tight as he ran the side of the blade across Lidia’s thigh. She was such a hot little slut but one that didn’t like to go too far. Lidia was his mate, destined to be his, yet she fought him at every turn. She wouldn’t see him outside of Club Corruption. He’d tried, but Lidia just wouldn’t allow it, keeping him at arm’s length.
“You’re going to do everything that I want you to do,” he said, sliding the blade up the inside of her thigh before sliding his knife underneath her panties, and slicing them off. He was an expert when it came to the knife, yet there were only a couple of women who allowed him to get close to them. Lidia was the only one who let him go so far. He saw the trust she held for him. She would be bound, with no way of getting away from him, yet she wouldn’t trust him enough outside of the club to even go on a date with him.
It was time for his woman to realize who owned her, who she belonged to. He’d held himself away from her, and now he was done. He was done waiting for her to get over whatever shit was going on in her mind.
She loved it when he played with his blades. Trusted him enough not to strike her skin and kill her. There were days he wanted to throttle her. He was the only man made for her. He’d love her with all of his heart and soul. They belonged together.
“Yes, Sir,” Lidia said.
“No, yes, Mate. No more running, Lidia. We belong together. Stop running from me, and I can give you more than this. I can make all of your dark desires come true.”
To be continued…