The Alpha's Punishment

by Renee Rose

  The Alpha’s Punishment

  By

  Renee Rose

  Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Renee Rose

  Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Renee Rose

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  Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC.

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  Rose, Renee

  The Alpha’s Punishment

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

  Images by The Killion Group and Bigstock/Pellinni

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Chapter One

  It started with a little lie. Just one.

  Her alpha wolf, Ben, had had her wrists pinned over her head as he drove forcefully into her and he said something like, “Your body belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

  She had moaned, “Yes, sir,” her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure at being taken roughly.

  “I’m going to come inside you today, Ash,” he’d said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  It hadn’t mattered. She was on the pill—which he knew—but Ben Stone was a dom through and through and understood she liked to feel as though she had no choice. She had come with a scream, arching and shuddering beneath him and after he’d found his release, he’d lain down beside her, stroking a hand over her hip.

  “I think we should make pups,” he’d said, his breath warm against her ear. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she’d breathed. She would’ve said yes to anything he’d said at that moment. Post-coital murmurings probably shouldn’t be counted as declarations of intent. And she hadn’t realized he meant soon, as in ‘let’s start now.’ They weren’t even married yet. Not that human contracts meant much to him. As far as her shifter was concerned, he’d marked her and she was his. Forever.

  The discussion about babies had been five months ago.

  “I can’t figure out how to talk to him about it,” she confessed to her twin sister, Melissa, on the phone in her office. She lowered her voice, because even though a couple of walls separated her glass-windowed high-rise corporate office from Ben’s, she never knew what he could hear with his superhuman senses.

  “Just tell him! This is getting stupid, Ash. If he thinks you guys are trying to get pregnant, and you’re still taking the pill, it’s dishonest. Is that the kind of marriage you want to have?”

  “No,” she said, resting her chin in her hand. “But he’s going to be mad.”

  “Mad that you’re not ready to have kids?”

  “No… well, I don’t know about that. Disappointed, probably. But definitely mad about the fact that I’m taking the pill.” Her stomach knotted up thinking about it. There was no way out of the situation that she could see. If she talked to Ben, she risked his disappointment, or worse—anger. And he probably would decide she deserved punishment for her deceit. But she wasn’t ready to have children. She was only twenty-five and Ben, the multi-millionaire CEO of Stone Technologies, had just given her a job as his personal assistant, which came with intoxicating power and excitement. So going off the pill was out of the question. She’d been around and around this circle of thoughts for the past five months without arriving at a solution.

  “Ashley,” Melissa said, affecting a stern tone. “You’re being a coward.”

  She slumped in her chair. “I know.”

  “Go tell him right now.”

  Her insides twisted. “I can’t.”

  “Now, Ashley. I’m serious. This is just stupid.”

  She exhaled. “Okay. You’re right.” She stood up. “I’m going.”

  “It will be fine.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “It will be. Call me and let me know how it goes.”

  “Okay-bye,” she said all in one breath. She put the phone down and walked toward the door before she could chicken out.

  The top floor of the building was busy, with upper level management holding meetings in their offices or talking on their phones. When she’d first come to this floor to interview, it had been dead silent, with just Ben and his secretary, Karen, occupying the space. He had kicked everyone else off the floor, preferring solitude in his grief over his brother’s death.

  She walked past Karen’s desk. “Is he busy?” she asked.

  “He’s alone.”

  She tapped on the door and swung it open.

  “Miss Bell,” he said coolly, using the stern employer tone that made her panties wet. The green eyes that turned gold in wolf form surveyed her critically.

  She walked in and shut the door. “Mr. Stone.”

  He leaned back in his chair, shoving his laptop back on his desk. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and he looked every bit the powerful Latin American millionaire, both in demeanor and stature. “You’re late.”

  “I am?”

  “Yes. I got hard for you an hour ago. Lock the door.”

  Her belly fluttered. She turned the lock on the handle. “I, um, wanted to talk to you about something.”

  He gave his head one decisive shake and she shut her mouth. “Not now.” He pointed at the floor at his feet. “Come over here.”

  Her nipples hardened in anticipation of whatever game he had in mind. But she needed to talk to him now, before she lost her nerve. “Ben?”

  He arched a brow as if to ask whether she dared defy him.

  She licked her lips and walked forward to the place he’d indicated.

  “On your hands and knees. Facing away from me.”

  Okay… maybe she would tell him later. She lowered into position, her fitted work skirt and blouse making the stance seem all the more degrading.

  Ben lifted the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to her waist.

  She shivered.

  He pulled her panties down to mid-thigh.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Quiet,” he snapped, delivering a loud smack to the back of her right thigh. He knew she hated when he made noise like that, the idea of Karen or anyone else hearing their exploits too humiliating to contemplate. Everyone already assumed she’d slept her way to the top, and she’d be fighting that perception for years. “Do not speak unless you’re spoken to.”

  Her pussy clenched. ‘Yes, sir’ rose to her lips and she bit it back. She imagined what it would look like if someone walked in, and reminded herself she had locked the door. But what if she hadn’t turned the knob the entire way? Or what if someone tried it and found it locked—they would know instantly what had been going on. Not that everyone didn’t whisper about her anyway. That was part of why she didn’t want to start a family yet. She had to prove herself here—prove she was more than Ben’s eye candy, that she had a brain and could make good decisions.

  But she lost all thought of anything work-related when the bulbous tip of something hard and plastic pushed against her sopping entrance. She jerked in surprise, then stilled, panting as Ben parted her inner lips with the toy and thrust it forward. He pushed it in, stretching her wide, then pulling it back out.

  She gasped at the loss of sensation.

  He repeated the action, fucking her with the toy.

  She craned her neck to see over her shoulder, winning another sharp slap.

  “Eyes on the floor.”

  “Yes, s—” Damn. She’d failed again.

  He made a tsk-ing sound. “Disobedience will always be punished,
Ashley. You know that.”

  She whimpered.

  He ran a warm hand over her bottom. “Tonight I’ll give you a bare-bottomed spanking to teach you to mind,” he said, relieving her fear that he would do it then and there, where others would hear. He rubbed the smooth plastic tip of the toy around the seam of her entrance, then thrust it inside her. It disappeared, small enough to fit in her greedy channel.

  She heard the flick of a button and then her insides began to vibrate. She wobbled, her knees no longer holding her up, and she dropped her bottom toward her heels.

  Ben’s hand caught her ass before it reached its destination, sending her flying back into position with a yelp.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned, forgetting again not to speak.

  “Naughty.”

  “I know,” she moaned. “I’m sorry.”

  He chuckled. “You will be.”

  She shifted from one knee to the other, essentially wagging her tail in a growing desperation. The vibrator was too much—sensations overwhelming her and sending her over the edge, ready to orgasm at a moment’s notice.

  “Please, sir?” she whimpered.

  “Put your chest and head down on the floor,” he ordered.

  She hesitated, the position so degrading she thought she ought to protest.

  “One…”

  She dropped into the described position before he reached two.

  * * *

  Ben admired his beautiful mate in the humiliating pose she’d assumed. Her head turned to one side, showing him her big blue eyes were already glassy. He loved to watch her lose control. He found her surrender intoxicating, her ready submission giving him a heady sense of masculine power.

  “Reach back and hold your cheeks open.” His voice had a roughened edge to it as his own need mounted.

  “Ben—” she panted.

  “Now, mi amor,” he said firmly. “And you are to be seen and not heard.”

  “Oh, God,” she moaned, clearly incapable of obeying this directive.

  He smirked and watched as she reached back and gripped her own ass, pulling her twin globes apart to reveal her tight rosebud.

  He opened a tube of lubricant and dropped a dollop from a foot in height, loving the way she jerked in surprise at the sensation.

  I love you. Now was not the moment to say it, but he did. He adored Ashley Bell. Everything about her rocked his world—each day they spent together only deepening his need for her, his desire to take her ceaselessly never quenched. It was deeper than sex, though. Well, maybe not, because their sex was profound. But Ashley meant everything to him. She had wit, intelligence, and a generosity of heart he could never hope to imitate. She made him feel alive again after his brother’s death. Or maybe for the first time ever.

  Every time he told her about some terrible piece of his life, she swallowed it, accepting him, healing him, loving him.

  He leaned forward in his office chair and touched her clenching rosette with the pad of his thumb, circling the tight ring of muscle. He gradually increased the pressure, stilling his movements. The moment she let him in, he retreated and replaced his thumb with the head of a second remote control bullet vibrator.

  She mewled as he insisted, breaching her tight sphincter.

  “No,” she moaned. “Too much, too much, too much.”

  “Hush. I decide what’s too much. You can take this. Be a good girl and open for me… just a little further to go.”

  As always, she obeyed him, her trust making him feel as tall as a mountain. He inserted the bullet all the way into her rectum, leaving just the cord outside to pull it out. Picking up the other remote control, he switched this one on as well.

  She made an incoherent sound and collapsed on the floor, her knees splaying open.

  He reached under her and brought the pad of his middle finger to her clit, circling it. “Don’t come,” he warned.

  “Oh, God, please?” she wailed. She sounded close to tears, but he knew they were the ecstatic kind, the kind he loved to tease from her with too many orgasms or edging. “Please, you have to let me, sir. Oh, please, I’ll do anything.”

  “Stand up.”

  She pumped her hips against the floor, as if hoping to find something to rub her clit against.

  He slid his hand under and slapped her pussy several times, loving how dripping wet she’d become.

  “Stand up,” he repeated, giving a disapproving edge to his voice.

  She scrambled to her feet, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.

  He pulled her panties up, enjoying her expression of horror at being dismissed without reaching orgasm.

  “No…” she murmured.

  He pulled her skirt back down and smoothed it for her. Grasping her waist, he tugged her down, spinning her to sit on his lap with her back toward him. He stroked his hands down the tops of her legs, up the insides of her thighs to cup her mons.

  She squirmed against him, trying to get off.

  He slapped her panty-clad pussy. “Naughty.”

  “Oh, Ben,” she whimpered.

  He pinched her nipples, both at the same time—hard. “I want you to go back to your office and work on your reports.” He turned off the vibrator in her pussy. “I will be using these intermittently on you today, but you do not have permission to climax. Do you understand?”

  “No-o,” she moaned.

  He pinched her nipples harder, making her writhe. “Try it again.”

  “Yes, sir,” she gasped. “Yes, I understand, but—”

  “No buts. I want to keep you one stroke from an orgasm all day long. By the time I get you home and put my bareback cock inside you, you will orgasm so hard they’ll hear you in Africa. And when you do, your sweet little pussy will take every drop of my semen up inside of you to fertilize that egg you should be dropping any day now.”

  She blushed, as she often did when he talked about getting her pregnant. He loved the thought of seeing her swollen with his child, starting the family he’d never known he wanted until he met her.

  He switched off the anal vibrator. “You’re dismissed,” he said, giving her a wicked grin.

  Her eyes watered, probably desperate for release, but she smoothed her hair and took a deep breath. “You’re killing me,” she whispered as she walked toward the door.

  * * *

  Oh, God. What was she going to do? That hadn’t gone as planned. She couldn’t think straight, her pussy still reverberating with the vibration of the toy he’d embedded in her. She tried to look professional, calm, and collected as she walked back to her office on wobbling knees.

  Damn Ben Stone and his ability to turn her to a puddle of butter. Damn his sexy dark looks, authoritative command, and… tears sprang to her eyes once more. Damn his desire to start a family right now.

  She opened the shades to her office window and looked out at the Denver skyline, the Rocky Mountains jutted majestically to the west. Maybe she should just give him what he wanted.

  But what if she ended up resenting him and the child? What if she made a terrible stay-at-home mother and housewife? She didn’t really think she could handle being stuck at home all day by herself with a couple of kids—no matter how much she loved them. She’d always pictured having children later in her life, in her thirties, after she’d established her career. And she hadn’t really thought she’d stay home. Of course she and Ben hadn’t really talked about whether he wanted her to stay home or not, but his sister-in-law was a stay-at-home mom, so she had a feeling that was the way the wolves did it. They were a rather old-fashioned patriarchal clan.

  She sank into her office chair, hoping the moisture seeping from her pussy didn’t soak through her panties onto her skirt. She leaned back and nibbled on her lip. To say she felt ashamed of herself was an understatement. She’d created quite a dilemma here, and the longer it went on, the worse it got.

  She couldn’t talk to Ben now. It would be impossible.

  She surged to her feet a
s the vibrator in her rectum came to life. Oh, dear lord. How would she survive this day? She looked at the clock as she gingerly lowered herself back down on her buzzing bottom. Only ten a.m. She would die before quitting time.

  * * *

  He turned on first one vibrator, then the other, and alternated for a solid thirty minutes before the lunch hour. When he stepped into her office to take her to lunch, he realized she wouldn’t make it through the day.

  She looked feverish, her eyes wild and dilated, her lips pursed with tension. Her thick, reddish-brown hair looked rumpled, as if she’d been running her hands through it.

  He would take her home, fuck her, and give her the afternoon off. “Come, mi amor. Get your purse, I’m taking you to lunch.”

  She looked confused, as if the simple task of picking up her purse was too much to comprehend.

  He grabbed it for her and helped her to her feet. “Come on, sweetheart. I’m almost through with you,” he whispered in her ear.

  She slumped against him, clearly relieved.

  He slid an arm around her waist to provide support and led her out. “Ashley isn’t feeling well, so I’m taking her home. I’m not sure whether I’ll be back,” he told Karen.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said.

  In the elevator, he flipped the switch on both vibrators, watching the torment bloom on Ashley’s face as he pushed her up against the wall and wedged one thigh between her legs. She whimpered and ground her mons on him. He cupped her ass and squeezed, savoring the feel of her muscled buns.

  “I think you would have called the fire department if I left you until quitting time,” he murmured in her ear.

  She bit his neck, which kicked his wolf senses into high gear, his teeth lengthening and his vision doming as his eyes turned yellow. The elevator dinged and they sprang apart as several people got on the elevator. He switched the vibrators off.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Stone,” said a man he recognized but whose name and position he couldn’t recall.