by Jenika Snow
“You want more?”
“Yes. You know I want more. I need more. I need your mouth on my body, please.” She was no longer ashamed of begging.
Suddenly, Vic had her down from the pulley, had her in his arms, and strode to the bench in the corner. He had her on the bench, her back to the leather, and her hands above her head, restrained. He spread her legs and was in front of her on his haunches seconds later. She stared down unable to do anything but look as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He moved his hands up to the lips of her pussy and opened her up. She cried out as he bit down on her clit, flicking the nub, and sucking it into his mouth.
After seconds of torturing her, he glided his tongue down to her entrance, and started to thrust it within her. She moaned, even more aroused by the fact she was restrained.
He adjusted her again, took the restraints off, and flipped her on her belly. Then he was gripping her ass tightly, slapping each cheek, and creating a delightful little burn.
“That’s right, baby, come for me. I want to taste your beautiful cream.” Vic held onto her ass tightly, keeping her in place.
She groaned out, arching against him. He flicked his fingers through the copious amounts of cream leaking out of her, and moved it to the puckered hole of her ass. Vic circled her ass, and she cried out as he pushed the single digit into her ass.
“That’s it, baby; I’m going to fuck your ass very soon. I’m going to own every single inch of you; and you’re going to give it to me.”
Kitty couldn’t hold back anymore. The pleasure and pain he’d given her body was too much. She came screaming his name, begging him, and pleading with him not to stop.
Vic continued to fuck her ass with his finger. By the time he released her Kitty was drained. She’d never reached such an earth shattering orgasm, and that was exactly what he’d given her.
He was relentless; he didn’t stop. Vic rose, turned her around, and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Wait, what about a condom?” she asked.
“I’m clean. We don’t carry any diseases.”
“What about pregnancy?” She wasn’t ready to have babies, not anytime soon.
Vic inhaled deeply, and Kitty’s cheeks heated. She didn’t smell.
“You’re not at the right time, not fertile. You won’t get pregnant.”
She didn’t want to fight. He set her on her feet and removed his clothes. Her heart was in her throat at the sight of him nude. He moved back toward her, lifting her up; the tip of his very long cock was at her entrance now, and Kitty’s eyes grew wide. There was no way she’d be able to take him; no way he would fit inside her.
He started to press his dick inside her, and she groaned. His dick stretched her pussy, making it burn. Vic reached down and caressed her clit, turning her on even more.
“Come on, baby, you can take my cock.”
Vic spanked her thigh, and to her shame, she grew even wetter. The combination of pleasure and pain took her to the brink of another orgasm. With each second that passed, he pushed his cock deeper within her.
Finally, he thrust the final inch inside her, and Kitty screamed. It was too much, the feeling so full. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck with his cock still deep inside her as her body grew accustomed to his possession. Soon, he shifted them forward.
“Where are we going?” she asked, gasping.
“The bed.”
He carried her to the small one tucked into the corner of the room across from them, one she hadn’t even noticed. It seemed this place had everything. He set her on the bed, still fully inside of her. She held onto him even as the pressure of him moving over her was to the point of pain.
One of his hands supported her head. The other cupped her hips, that sensitive, nerve-filled spot between her lower back. “You’re incredibly tight, baby.”
“You’re big.” She’d never known a man be so big. Gritting her teeth, she stared up into his eyes, and she just couldn’t think about what she was doing. She was naked in his arms, after being willingly beaten by a cane.
“Don’t think,” he said.
“You can’t stop me from thinking.” He gave her such a devilish smile that she questioned her own thought.
Vic pulled out of her until just the tip of his cock remained within her pussy. Biting her lip, she screamed his name, as he slammed deep, giving her no chance to grow comfortable with the length of him.
All thought left her mind, and all she could grasp was his touch on her body.
“No thought. You’re not allowed to think in this room. When we’re together, you belong to me, Kitty.”
He slammed inside her once again, and the pain from his invasion turned into the most amazing kind of pleasure. She thrust upward to meet his hips, groaning like an animal herself as he hit the spot inside her that almost had her flying in ecstasy.
Vic didn’t give up; he pushed her to the peak, exhausting her with pleasure.
This is how it would always be with them.
Kitty was so close to coming, but Vic wanted her frustrated, to claw at his back, and scream until her voice was hoarse, and then he’d give it to her. He pounded inside her one final time before pulling out of her body. Standing by the edge of the bed now, he wrapped his fingers around his cream soaked cock, and watched her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, rising onto her knees and moving to the side of the bed.
“I’m not ready for it to end, and I never said it was going to be a quick fuck.” He stared into her eyes and lifted his hand up to lick her cream from his palm. The lust shining in her eyes was driving him crazy.
She leaned forward and wrapped her hand around his cock. He closed his eyes, moaning at her touch on his skin. She was his mate, and it felt so damn good when she willingly touched him. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tightened his grasp as her mouth took his cock. She sucked him deep into her mouth, and he stared, watching his slick prick disappear inside her mouth. All he wanted to do was throw her back across the bed and fuck her like the animal he was, but he held himself back. Kitty was still a human woman, and he didn’t want to terrify her. The last thing he wanted was his mate running away from him.
With the way she was bent over him, he saw the wonderful welts he’d given her, and he couldn’t look away. She was all his, and tonight he was going to make sure she became addicted to his touch.
Vic watched his cock slide in and out of her mouth, but pulled out of her with a resounding pop; he didn’t want to come this way. He turned her around and pushed her face down on the bed. He wanted her ass filled with his spunk, wanted it dripping down her anus and pussy, along her inner thighs, and soaking the sheets. He wanted his masochist filled—by him, with him—until she couldn’t get enough.
He reached for the lube on the small table by the bed. The room was set up for an entire night of play, an entire evening of unobstructed, private torture, and agony. Along with unimaginable pleasure.
Vic spread her cheeks apart and just stared at the tight ring of muscle for a second. Tilting the bottle, he let the clear liquid slide down the crease of her ass and over her hole. He used his thumb to spread it around and then pushed it inside, making sure she was nice and slick when he shoved his dick into her.
“Vic.” The one word came from her as he removed his thumb and replaced it with a finger, before adding another one.
Scissoring the digits inside of her, stretching her so she could take his thick dick had sweat dripping down his spine, his wolf coming to the forefront even more. He wanted to shift, wanted to mark her in the way only his animal would allow, but this was about his human side right now.
He needed this, needed her surrender like he needed to breathe.
He coated his erection with the lube, making sure he was slick so she could easily take him. Then he was right back behind her, guiding his dick into her ass without delay. He placed his hand on the nape of her neck, pressed her face into the mattress, showing
her he was the one in charge; he was the dominant one.
The tip of his dick popped through the tight ring of muscle of her asshole. He let go of the root of his cock and started to push into her fully, feeling her muscles stretch around him and take his length.
The sensation aroused at pushing through all of her hot, lube-slicked tightness had his head falling back and his eyes closing, his pleasure mounting. He waited a few seconds while he let her adjust to his size. Being balls deep in her ass was exquisite torture. Kitty breathed hard, her pants of pleasure and pain filling his ears. Then he started moving back and forth. She tried to turn her head, but he pushed her face down on the bed with a hand to her neck, needing her to submit like this. Her ass was in the air, her body stretched out, and his wolf howled in desire that she was presented to him in mating.
The air left him harshly when she squeezed her inner muscles. He pulled almost completely out of her ass before thrusting back inside her hard enough that her upper body shifted forward on the bed, her cry or pleasure and pain loud, distinct.
“That’s it, baby. Give yourself to me. Just let go.” In and out, he moved within her, increasing his speed every second until his entire body was covered in sweat, and a few beads from his temple dripped onto her back. He pulled back only far enough to look down at where his dick was deep within her ass. The sight of the thickness of his cock tunneling in and out of her body, the ring of muscles snugly wrapped around him, had his orgasm rushing forward. He curled his fingers into her neck and she moaned. “I want you to come while I’m ass fucking you. I want you to get off knowing your mate is hurting you but pleasuring you, too.” He brought his hand back and smacked her ass hard enough that a red handprint formed instantly.
She cried out for more.
He let his gaze travel over the bruises forming on her ass and smoothed his hand over them. He was very close to coming, but he wanted to feel her clench around him as she found her own release first. He needed her to get off at the same time he did.
Vic was panting now as he increased his speed, doing everything in his power to hold his orgasm back. Pulling out and resting the tip of his dick at the entrance of her ass, he slammed into her with so much force that he reared his head back and growled. He did this repeatedly, and then he felt her ass clench along his shaft, her orgasm close.
He fucked her harder, slapped her ass with his hand over and over again. She cried out long and hard, and he pumped into her faster and harder. Her orgasm was like a drug coating the air. He couldn’t get enough of it. He inhaled deeply and let his own orgasm burst forth.
Groaning out and coming forcefully in her ass, he filled her up, marking her, fully claiming every fucking part of his mate until there would never be any doubt that she was his. When his pleasure subsided, Vic pulled out of her ass, and collapsed on the bed beside her. She fell forward, breathing heavily, covered in perspiration. After a few minutes, she rolled onto her back and Vic admired the way her large breasts swayed from the action. Her eyes were closed, but when he reached out and pushed a strand of her damp hair away, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“You’re mine, Kitty. I’ve taken you, claimed you, and because of that, you’ll always be mine.” He pushed himself up and stared down at her. Do you understand me, understand what that means, Kitty?
She swallowed and then licked her lips. “Yes,” she said softly.
“Is that what you want? To be owned and possessed by your mate?” There was no running. She wouldn’t leave him, wouldn’t try to escape, She was his irrevocably, and he could see that affirmation in her eyes.
“And being mine means no other man will touch you or look at your body, Kitty,” he said on a growl. “You’ll not strip anymore. I’ll find you work where you keep your clothes on.”
It didn’t take her more than a few moments to answer, but before she did, she pushed herself up on the bed and looked down at her hands. “I’m not a normal person, Vic.” She looked up at him. “I have no family, no friends. I’m alone in this world, and stripping was what made me feel alive, because when I was stripping I could be someone else, could pretend that I wasn’t this girl who had lost everything. I’m just a girl that takes off her clothes for money.” She breathed out. “I don’t expect you to understand,” she said softly.
He could sense her loneliness, could feel it as if it were his own. “I understand, baby,” and he did. Before he’d met his mate, he hadn’t known what it meant to be whole. He hadn’t realized that he’d had been lonely; he had used random women to try and sate the hole in his soul. But then he’d seen Kitty, had been overbearing with her, possessive and territorial. She hadn’t run though; she had come to him with an open mind, and he’d shown her that she’d never have to be alone again.
“You’re my mate. There isn’t anything or anyone that can change that,” he said and cupped her chin. “And because of that, you’ll always have someone. I’ll always be in your corner, be on your side.” His wolf rubbed along his skin, wanting to comfort his mate. “This is fast, and yes, very crazy, I admit, but you’re mine, Kitty. I’d kill anyone that thought they could take you away from me.” He knew his eyes flashed white with his wolf, but she didn’t shy away; she wasn’t frightened.
“This is all so confusing. How I feel for you, about all of this, confuses me.”
“I know, baby,” he stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Just say you’ll be mine and you’ll never be alone.
She stared at him, her acceptance, confusion, and wariness thick in the air. “I want to see where this goes, even if a part of me is afraid.” She smiled, and he didn’t wait to pull her in and cradle her body against his. She was his mate, his life, and although Vic was dangerous in his own right, he’d make the world safe for Kitty.
Because once a shifter found his mate, he’d move heaven and hell to make sure nothing broke that bond.
The End
Bound (Club Corruption, 2), Malcolm’s story, coming soon.
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