by James, Delta
“My glorious mate; how sweetly you respond to me.”
His rhythmic thrusting was strong and steady. Catherine felt her pussy contracting around him as she enthusiastically made his cock welcome within her warm sheath. She thought she’d never heard a sweeter sound than when Marco groaned and then growled in pure pleasure. Catherine used one hand to lean heavily against the wall. With the other she brought his hand up to her breasts.
He chuckled as he began to rub her nipple between his thumb and finger, causing her to gasp again. He moved his hand so that now his arm stretched across her torso and caught her other nipple between his fingers as he pinched and pulled her. His other hand quit grasping her hip but slid across the lower half of her body to trap her more fully and to allow her even less movement as he pummeled her pussy with his cock.
“Brace yourself, my Catherine, I mean to finish hard in you.”
She did as he ordered and felt herself open even further to him. He rammed her with his cock over and over. She felt her pussy start to contract in orgasmic spasms. But more than that, she could feel Marco reach his own finish and begin to pump her full of his seed. For the first time in her life, she understood what it was like to be taken by a man, what it felt to be used for her intended purpose, and more than that, what it felt like to be loved.
Loved? Where had that thought come from? He’d said nothing of love. But he growled low and long in her ear as he continued to pump his cum deep into her core. She felt the warmth of his feeling embrace her completely.
Finally, she felt him finish filling her. He snugged up against her bottom, making her wince. He pressed himself even more tightly against her. She had lost herself to his passion while he was fucking her, but now was reminded this same man had spanked her to tears before he’d taken her without any protection whatsoever. She knew instinctively that he was pressing against her to seal the entrance to her womb, trapping all of his essence within her. Even though it hurt, she settled her ass back against him within the cradle of his pelvis.
Marco continued to nuzzle her and make low growling noises, which only increased her sense of well-being. Why had no man ever thought to growl at her before now? Why had she never known what it was like to be possessed so completely and when she wanted it so badly? She found herself weeping silently.
“It’s all right, my Catherine. I’m here. I have you now.”
He withdrew from her with a loud groan, and her legs started to give way. She quickly found herself swept up into his arms and taken to the bed. He set her on her feet but held her steady as he turned back the covers. Once again he lifted her in his strong arms and cradled her against his chest before kissing her deeply on the mouth and then gently on each eye. He laid her down on her side ensuring she was comfortable and then tucked her in.
As he went to leave her side, she reached for him. “Marco?” she said quietly.
He smiled down at her and sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked her hair and leaned down to kiss her again.
“Do not fear, my Catherine. I will not leave you. I am just going to get undressed and arrange for dinner to be brought up to us in a few hours. Then I will join you in our bed and we will sleep and let your body recover.”
He ran his hand down her back and gently across her punished ass. She smiled. The caress was at once possessive, soothing, and a reminder of his dominance.
She watched him as he stood and began to remove his clothes. There was a grace and elegance to his movements that transcended his wealth and power. He was primitive and wild. He would expect and demand nothing less than her best. She knew he would support her in all ways and yet he would demand her surrender to his will.
He walked around the end of the bed, turning back the covers as he did so before joining her. She felt the mattress give with his weight and then felt his arm snake out around her middle and draw her to him. He kissed the back of her neck.
“Rest, my Catherine. I will use you hard and well this night.”
She shivered in response to him but snuggled more closely into his body as she shut her eyes and slept. Her dreams no longer contained the man who held her close, but the black wolf remained.
Chapter Ten
Catherine woke rested but a bit disoriented. Then it all came flooding back to her—being carried up the stairs of a grand hotel ala Scarlett O’Hara, having her mouth washed out with soap, getting spanked, being made to stand in the corner, and then being fucked there, all by a man she hadn’t even known existed a week ago.
Marco sensed her sudden restlessness and pulled her closer, offering her comfort even in his sleep. Once he’d settled down, Catherine extricated herself from both his embrace and their bed. Quickly and quietly she picked up her clothes and began to slip on her top and leggings. Sandals, bra, and panties could be added later after she got out of this room. And she knew she had to get out of this room and escape the web of seduction Marco was weaving.
She had flipped the deadbolt and was just reaching for the door when someone from the other side knocked, calling “Room service.” Catherine jumped back from the door and whirled around to see Marco had come fully awake. He looked pointedly at the bed and at Catherine. He said nothing but pointed to the corner.
“No,” she whispered.
“Yes, Catherine, or I will strip you first before I let the boy in with our meal.”
Catherine looked at the door and calculated her chances. If she could get to the door, perhaps the confusion of the room service person would give her time to get into the hall. Surely Marco wouldn’t chase her down in public.
“You’ll never make it and even if you did, I’d have no trouble catching you before you reached the stairs,” he said as if he could read her mind.
He got out of bed, crossed the room to her, and took hold of her arm. He cracked the door open and said, “Just leave it, I’ll bring it in the room in a moment.”
“Certainly, Mr. DeMedici,” the staff person said with appreciation as Marco slipped him a tip.
Marco closed the door and looked Catherine in the eye. “Naked. Corner. Now. Do not make me regret my largess in not allowing the boy to see your lovely backside as you stand in the corner.”
The low rumbling growl overtook her. She was becoming used to the sensation and could now distinguish between when the sound was angry, lustful, or just generally pleased. She shook her head.
“No, I won’t. I can’t explain what happened earlier, but I’m not up for a rematch.”
He surprised her by chuckling. “What happened earlier, my Catherine, was that you sought to deny and defy me and ended up with a backside full of my red handprints and a pussy full of my cum. The same thing that is going to happen to you once you have stood in the corner and we have something to eat.”
“I’m not going to stand in the corner.”
Marco said nothing but somehow managed to strip her clothes off her without any problem. He turned her toward the corner and marched her into it, accentuating each step with a hard swat to her still sore bottom.
“Now you stand there until I tell you different.”
She whirled around, her own anger flaring. “I won’t.”
Marco turned her to face the corner again before delivering several well-placed and hard swats to her sit spots, causing her to yowl in pain.
“You will.”
He let go of her but watched her for a moment. Catherine knew he meant to ensure she stayed put this time.
She heard him walk to the door and wheel the heavily laden trolley in. The smells coming from the food it contained made her stomach grumble.
“It seems my mate is hungry. I had planned for us to enjoy each other’s company while we dined. But I find myself wondering how best to use the food to reinforce the lesson it would appear still needs to be learned. Care to share your thoughts with me, my Catherine?”
“Quit calling me that. I’m not your Catherine.”
“But you are. And what’s more is that you know you are
. As you once again seek to deny that, I fear we will need to repeat the entirety of the first lesson and add to it.”
Catherine turned around. “Look, I really don’t know who you think you are or why someone hasn’t come to check on me after that little stunt downstairs, but I’ve had enough. I’m leaving.”
With as much dignity as she could summon, Catherine boldly walked out of the corner. Marco caught her by the arm then wrapped it around her waist, bending her slightly before he landed a flurry of hard, well-aimed swats to her still very sore and now swollen buttocks.
“Ouch! God! Marco! Stop it! I’ll scream!”
“Go ahead,” he said in an amused tone. “I’m sure many a naughty mate before you has and many who come after you will. The walls are thick and the soundproofing insulation excellent. No one will hear you.”
He let her up and forced her to look at him. His smile was predatory and intimidating. He finished turning her back to the corner, pushed her gently and landed another stinging slap to her bruised derriere.
Catherine found herself going to the corner and standing quietly. She wondered how this had happened and why it felt perfectly normal. She also noted that her show of bravado had accomplished nothing more than getting her spanked.
“Marco?”
“Yes, my Catherine?”
“May I please come out of the corner and eat something. I’m hungry and haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“I would like nothing more than to share a meal with you. But do you have something to say to me first?”
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know. For pissing you off?” she replied in a tone of voice that clearly showed her irritation.
“Temper, temper, my Catherine. Losing yours with me will not serve you well. Let’s try having you repeat after me again as that seemed to work for you last time. You are sorry for leaving our bed without waking me.”
She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, hoping to stem her rising anger. “I’m sorry I left our bed without waking you.”
“And you’re sorry for getting dressed without my permission.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, my Catherine. In the future a repeat of either of those will earn you a trip over my knee. Say it.” The last he growled and smiled as she shuddered.
“And I’m sorry for getting dressed without your permission.”
“And you are sorry that you thought to yet again deny my call and sought to sneak out of the hotel.”
“And I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to your call and didn’t get a chance to get away from you.”
“Naughty mate. Are you really wishing to add to your punishment by continuing to misbehave?”
“You are not going to spank me again.”
Marco laughed. “I most assuredly am. What I’m trying to determine now is whether or not I will use my belt on you and leave a trail of welts across your beautiful ass.”
“You wouldn’t,” she cried as panic started to settle on her.
He nodded. “I will if I believe it to be in the best interest of correcting your behavior. Behavior earlier today you led me to believe I wouldn’t see again. Tell me, my Catherine, did you knowingly lie to me earlier today?”
The question was asked softly, but she could hear the steel that lay beneath it.
“I never said I wouldn’t try to get away.”
“That is true,” he said, chuckling. “I assumed when you admitted you had failed to heed my call that you understood you were my fated mate and that being with me was implied. But, as you say it is not, let me be clear. You are my mate. Your place is at my side and in our bed. You will not leave our bed without waking me to tell me you are doing so. If you do, you will be spanked. When you enter our bedroom you will strip naked and naked you will remain unless I give you leave to cover yourself.”
“Should I kneel in your presence and bring you your slippers?” Catherine muttered sarcastically.
“Careful, my Catherine. You have already earned yourself a spanking. Were I you, I would be trying to soothe my mate’s anger, not encouraging it to grow. You implied that I had not been clear in my expectations. I am attempting to remedy that.”
“So you expect me to give up my life and stay with you. And when we go in our room I’m to get naked. And what, you’ll fuck me whenever you like?”
Catherine watched as he raised his head and sniffed the air before replying. His smile was at once predatory and lascivious.
“Yes, and given the state of your arousal, I do not believe that you find the prospect of my taking you again to be unwelcome. Now where was I? Ah, yes, being more clear about how I expect you to behave. You will mind me and be respectful...”
Catherine couldn’t help herself. She started to laugh.
“Can you hear yourself? Do you actually believe the crap you’re spewing? First, I’m not even convinced I believe in this fated mate bullshit. Second, I don’t know that I want you for a fated mate. Third, I’m not going to wake you up in the middle of the night if I have to pee. Fourth, I’m not getting naked for your fun and amusement. And as for the rest of that claptrap—not happening.”
Catherine was now on a roll. She could feel her strength and belief in herself and her abilities come surging back to the forefront of her being. She strolled out of the corner. It occurred to her that it would probably be more effective if she had clothing, but she had a point to make.
“And let me tell you another thing,” she continued. “I’m not sure what came over me earlier when I allowed you to spank me and then fuck me without any kind of protection, but neither of those things will ever happen again. As far as you dictating to me what I will or will not do, that would probably be more of a concern if I were planning to be anywhere around you, which for the record I won’t be.”
Marco watched her quietly. When she took a breath, he growled long and low. As always it wasn’t so much the sound that rattled her as it was the feeling it evoked throughout her entire being. And as she had a few other times, she also felt a wave of energy that felt a lot like a gust of wind knocking her back.
She watched with a kind of fascinated horror as Marco sat down and spread his legs.
“Are you quite finished with your tirade, my Catherine?”
“I am not your fucking Catherine, you arrogant jackass,” she shouted.
He said nothing but patted his thigh.
Catherine could not explain the sudden burst of apprehension that started to gather in her belly. As she noticed that feeling, she could also feel the well of desire beginning to pool below it.
Marco patted his thigh again and growled at her.
All of the power, energy, and determination she had been building deflated like a balloon that had been pinched shut and now was opened. In its place was a feeling of dread, which only fed the feeling of arousal that was coursing throughout her entire body.
She shook her head, “No, Marco.”
“Yes, my Catherine.”
“I’m sorry I lost my temper.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Apologizing without my having to prompt you is a step in the right direction. However, apologizing after the fact will not negate your punishment for doing so in the first place. And I would have thought that a taste of soap would have given you pause before using foul language with me again so quickly.”
Again, he patted his thigh.
“No, Marco,” she said as she walked toward him like a man on his way to the gallows.
She stopped to stand between his legs. He said nothing more; didn’t pat his thigh; didn’t offer to take her hand to help her into position; just waited. He never took his eyes off of her.
“Marco?” she asked quietly, trying to keep from pleading.
“Now, Catherine.” His voice was quiet but the command in it was unmistakable.
“Help me, please?”
Something about the tone of her voice must have broken through his
steely resolve. He took her hand and instead of guiding her over his knee, he pulled her from between them, closed his legs, and helped her to sit on his lap.
She didn’t realize she’d begun to cry until he took a handkerchief and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“Tell me why you’re crying?”
“I... I don’t know. I don’t seem to know anything anymore.”
With that confession the tears started to fall freely. Marco wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close into his massive frame. She snuggled into him and had her head tucked under his. He rocked her quietly and just let her weep. He seemed unconcerned about time and sought only to comfort her. Finally, she was able to regain her composure.
She was still unsure as to what to do, but seemed content just to sit in his lap and accept the solace that he offered. Her quiet reflection was interrupted when her stomach rumbled again.
“I think, my Catherine, that before we do anything else, I should feed you. I want you to stand up and go back to your corner. Yes?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He helped her stand and she went to stand quietly in the corner. She could hear him roll the trolley from just inside the door to what sounded like over by the settee. She could hear him lift the cloches from over the plates. Wonderful, tantalizing aromas wafted across the room to her. She wanted to turn around to see what he was doing, but refrained from doing so.
“Catherine, come here.”
She turned and saw that Marco had resumed his place on the settee with the trolley full of food within easy reach.
“Come and sit on my lap, tesoro.”
“I don’t suppose I could put something on.”
He said nothing, but merely quirked his eyebrow at her.
She sighed. “That’s what I thought. You do know I find all of this extremely embarrassing, right?”
“There is no reason for you to be embarrassed. You have a beautiful body and it gives me great pleasure both in how it feels and how it looks. I think you spending some time unclothed will remind you to behave yourself and that you are no longer in charge. Now come sit with me.”
