by Delta James
* * *
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. As the other women from Bae Diogel had caused no further issues, Dylan allowed them to leave their residences and roam the grounds either around the houses by themselves or with one of his pack members as an escort. They bristled a bit at having their freedom curtailed, but both Roz and Skylar tried to soothe their feelings by repeatedly pointing out they could still be confined to their rooms.
Darby seemed the most distressed and Roz tried to speak with her.
“I don’t like it, Roz. I’m glad that you, Sky, and Anna think you can live with these men and find some kind of happiness, but it doesn’t negate the fact that you were forced.”
“No, Skylar and I had a choice. We chose to run. We just weren’t able to outrun them.”
“And Anna?”
“She too agreed to become Josh’s mate. Have you seen them together? She seems to be quite taken with him and he positively dotes on her.”
“I won’t agree to be mated again. I won’t.”
“Then you put Dylan in the position of having to select your mate and if you still refuse, he’ll force you to run.”
Darby shook her head. “I’ll kill any male who tries to take me. I swear it.”
“Darby, please, try to calm down. Dylan isn’t going to give you to someone who will abuse you.”
“He doesn’t know that. I won’t live that way again, Roz. I won’t.”
Roz watched her walk off with a feeling of dread.
* * *
Roz and Oliver stayed for a few days. The plan was for them to leave prior to the weekend guests arriving. Oliver had a vintage Rolls Royce brought down to take them home complete with liveried driver. The car in which he’d originally come was driven back by Greg. Roz had been enchanted with the car and the driver who had been with Oliver for years. Oliver enjoyed being able to please her and rarely left her side.
Skylar had never seen Roz so happy or so at peace. Oliver seemed to have quickly figured out how to give his mate what she needed. Roz reported to Skylar that he was strong and was proving to be a strict mate, but he was fair and kind, even indulgent. And he seemed more than willing and able to take care of Roz’s strong libido.
Roz hugged Skylar. She felt tears threaten to fall.
“I have so much I want to tell you, but there isn’t time. Thank you for accepting me from the first time I rolled up to Bae Diogel. And thanks for being here for me during all of this.”
“This isn’t goodbye, Roz. Both Dylan and Oliver have said that they expect us to keep in touch with each other and all of the rest of our former pack mates.”
“I’m scared, Sky. I’d rather face that pack of Serbian wolves again. You and I both know I’m no great lady for a great pack. I am so going to fuck this up.”
Skylar hugged her dearest friend. “No, Roz. Oliver loves you and his pack is so happy that you’re coming home. You’ll be fine. Your sister has done a great job. And Bianca and I are both just a phone call away. And if you fuck up? I guarantee you, Oliver won’t care. He adores you and he’s been in love with you since before you got turned. So, go be happy with your mate.”
“Oliver thinks trouble is coming…”
“Dylan does too. But he thinks whatever happens, the packs that opposed the Ruling Council and some of those here for the house party, including the New Orleans pack, will band together. Who knows, they might find it’s a good thing to have a bunch of rogue females in their midst.”
Roz gave Skylar one last hug and then impulsively hugged Dylan and whispered, “If you hurt her, I swear I will hunt you down and rip your throat out.”
Dylan chuckled. Having overheard her, Oliver emitted a low, deep growl. “You will apologize to Dylan at once.”
“I won’t. I meant it.”
Oliver put Roz in the back of the Rolls and turned to Dylan. “My mate will call with her apology before we get home.”
“She’s fine, Oliver. I didn’t take any offense.”
“You didn’t, but the same can’t be said of most other alphas. She needs to learn to be more respectful in general, and if nothing else, to do as she’s told when I’m the one doing the telling.”
Skylar started to speak and Dylan hushed her. “He’s right. She needs to learn. Unlike you, she has never been held accountable.”
Oliver kissed Skylar’s cheek and shook Dylan’s hand. “Again, my friend… many thanks for everything. If/when trouble comes, we will be at your service. And like our friend in New Orleans, we have been stockpiling weapons for a while.”
Oliver got into the Rolls next to Roz and the chauffeur closed the door, got into the front, and started the car to head for home.
* * *
Roz had put herself with her back in the corner of the spacious back seat and looked at Oliver, who was quiet as they made their way down the drive on the way home. They exited Dylan’s estate and headed north.
Roz watched as he closed the soundproof divider between front and back and hit the button that caused the back windows and divider’s tint to darken to the point that nothing could be seen from the other side.
“I didn’t know windows could do that,” Roz said. She knew Oliver was angry with her, but she found she didn’t like him being silent.
“I’ve never had to use that feature before. But then, I’ve never had a mate that would require that I discipline her in the car.”
“What? You can’t do that… not in the car.”
“I can and I will.”
“Oliver…”
“Rozalyn, did you not threaten another alpha male?”
“Well, yes, but only to remind him to be good to Skylar.”
“Do you think Skylar needed to threaten me to ensure I was good to you?”
“Uhm, no?”
“That would be correct. And even if your threat was needed, first, you do not threaten an alpha male. Dylan would have been well within his rights to ask that you be disciplined in his presence. And second, did I not tell you to apologize?”
“Uhm, yes.”
“Do you think your answer was either appropriate or respectful?”
“But I didn’t upset him… he laughed.”
Oliver turned to look at her directly. “Do you see me laughing or even a little bit amused, little girl?”
“No, but if he didn’t care…”
“I think he cared, but he chose not to see you punished in his presence. We’ve been friends long enough that he knows I will see to your punishment. He also knows you are new to the idea of being accountable to someone other than yourself.”
“So, the first thing that happens when you get me home is I get spanked?”
Oliver laughed. “No, little girl, I wouldn’t put it off that long. I want you to come over here and put yourself across my lap.”
“Are you fucking nuts? I am not going to let you spank me in the back of a Rolls.”
“Language, Rozalyn. If you curse again, I will wash your mouth out when we get home. I told you to come put yourself over my lap.”
“Oliver, no.”
“Rozalyn, yes. You are in enough trouble as it is. Do not continue in your disobedience and make me use something more than my hand on your bare bottom.”
“You can’t…”
“I can and I will. Do you need me to force you to obey me to get your spanking? I assure you it would be better for your pretty little backside if you didn’t.”
“Wouldn’t you rather fuck?”
“As a matter of fact, I would. And I will once I see to your punishment. By the time we get home, you will be one well-disciplined and well-loved mate.”
Seeing that she was making no move to obey, Oliver reached for Roz, who began to fight. She was going to need to learn quickly that going into fight mode with him was never a good idea. He quickly deflected her blows, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and dragged her over his knees.
Before Roz even had a chance to take a breath, he began to land stinging bl
ows to her backside. The strength of the swats was much worse than it had been the first time he spanked her.
“You will learn, my Rozalyn that once I’ve made the decision to spank you that it is best to yield to me and take your punishment.”
“Oliver, please… this hurts.”
“And it will hurt a great deal more before I am finished. Once you settle down and take your warmup spanking like a good girl, I’m going to bare your bottom and you and I will have a discussion as to why little girls do not threaten alpha males and/or blatantly disobey their mate. If I don’t feel I’m getting through to you with my hand, I will take my belt to you. I think, sweetheart, you will find that riding in a car on a welted bottom is extremely uncomfortable.”
He continued to spank her as he lectured her. Her bottom felt as though it were on fire. Roz recognized that while this might be only her second spanking, Oliver had considerably more experience. Roz kicked and tried to get free from him. She found he was far too strong for her struggles to make any difference. Hard strike after hard strike rained down on her backside. Oliver smiled as she finally decided to give and lie across his lap taking the spanking.
“That’s better.” He stopped. “You can get up for a moment.” She did so quickly. He ran his finger down her face.
“I’m sorry. I’ll call and apologize to Dylan.”
“Yes, sweetheart, you will, but only after I’m finished with you. Now strip.”
“What?” she said, somewhat shocked and yet annoyingly aroused by the idea.
“You heard me. I don’t like having to repeat myself. Strip yourself naked and then lie back down over my lap for the rest of your spanking.”
“Oliver, no. It hurts. I’m not going to be able to sit down comfortably on the way home.”
Oliver smiled. “I do like how you have begun referring to our home as home. And I may be persuaded to stop and get you a pillow to help with your discomfort, but that will depend on how you take your punishment. Rozalyn, I won’t tell you a third time.”
Roz had already come to recognize the steel in his voice. She began to get undressed. She got down to her bra and panties and went to put herself back over his lap.
“No. I said naked. The other night I didn’t make you strip, but from this point forward, you will be naked whenever I have to discipline you. Take off your bra and panties.”
“Oliver, please. I won’t do it again.”
“I daresay you won’t once I’m through. Take them off, Roz or I will do it and you will not be given them back when we get out at home.”
She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. He sighed appreciatively as her breasts fell free, exposing her hardened nipples. He reached across to her and fondled her nipples before pinching both of them, causing her to take a sharply inhaled breath. She had to sit to finish removing her panties and winced. He patted his lap. Reluctantly, she crawled back over his lap. He rubbed her bottom soothingly.
“That’s better. Can you tell me why you’re about to get your bottom spanked?”
“Because that’s the way you bastards get off.”
“Tsk, tsk. That’s not true and you know it. I get off as you so crudely put it when I have my cock buried in your pussy and am fucking you good and hard, which, my Rozalyn, will come after I have finished spanking you.”
With that he once again began to spank her. The sensation of a hard hand connecting with her naked, already punished backside was far more painful than either spanking he had given her before. She had made a vow that she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. That lasted for two solid swats.
“Oliver, I’m sorry. I’m getting spanked because I was disrespectful to Dylan and then disobeyed you. Please, let me call Dylan to apologize. Please!”
“I’m glad to hear it. It will not negate your behavior but will keep me from welting your backside when I’m done with this part of your spanking. You need to learn that I will hold you accountable for your bad behavior. When you misbehave, act in a disrespectful manner, break a rule, or disobey me, you will earn yourself a very sore bottom. I will not allow you to continue to behave as you did before you became my mate.”
The strong, steady blows continued to cover her bottom, occasionally traveling down to include her sit spots and the backs of her thighs. She cried and pleaded for him to stop, but she had ceased to struggle. He continued to spank her, ensuring that her entire bottom was a deep red and that she would be good and sore when he was finished. She cried but no longer fought him as she submitted to his authority. Finally, the spanking relented and he rubbed her very sore backside in a comforting manner.
“Have you learned your lesson, little girl?”
“Yes, Oliver. I’ll try not to do it again.”
He chuckled. “That’s not exactly what I wanted to hear but is perhaps more honest and I will honor that.”
He traced his finger down between her ass cheeks and slid between her legs. Oliver smiled as she opened her legs to him.
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned.
He slid his finger into her soaked pussy and chuckled again. “My, my, it would seem my good girl gets highly aroused by her mate’s discipline.”
“I know,” she cried softly. “That’s just wrong. I’ve never liked pain.”
“It isn’t the pain, sweetheart, it’s the display of dominance to which you are responding… as you should. Knowing that I am dominant to you and that I can and will keep you safe produces an aroused response that lets me restore the balance between us when you’ve earned yourself a spanking.”
He withdrew his finger and quickly replaced it with two as he pumped her pussy. She moaned and he could feel her body beginning to respond in a way that he knew would lead to an orgasm. He withdrew his fingers and petted her backside affectionately but as a reminder of who was in charge when she let out a sound of exasperation.
“I want you to get on your knees and lean over on the seat.”
Roz did as she was told. He pressed the upper half of her body down into the comfortable, soft leather. He rolled off the seat and onto his knees behind her. He opened his trousers and his erect cock sprang free. “Spread your legs, little girl. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”
Roz complied and climaxed as he penetrated her and sank balls deep into her wet pussy. The contact his groin made with her well punished backside caused her to gasp in pain. That pain was quickly replaced by the pleasure he was forcing her to feel. His cock plunged in and out of her, rubbing the inner walls of her pussy. She could feel her tight cunt contract around him in rhythm to his thrusts.
He might well be the sophisticated and urbane Oliver Halsey to the world, but Roz now knew that bubbling just underneath that civilized façade was her one true mate. A primal alpha wolf who would claim his mate whenever and however he chose. And as his fated mate, she would always be wet and willing to submit to his need to claim her.
He held her hips steady as he began to stroke her in a dominant manner, groaning as he did so. Oliver fucked her methodically, ensuring that she climaxed several times. His stroking became more powerful and frenzied as he started to race toward his own release. He brought her to orgasm one last time before finally allowing himself his own release.
When he was finished he leaned over her. He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck with his mouth, shaking her gently before releasing her to nuzzle and rain kisses along her neck and the tops of her shoulders. His hands went under her torso and played with her nipples. Roz could feel that his cock had lost most of its stiffness but he seemed reluctant to withdraw from her. Truth be told, she didn’t want him to.
“Oliver?” she whispered.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“When we get home, can you knot and tie me again?”
His quiet laughter was filled with renewed lust and love. “Will that make you feel better about having to be disciplined on the way home?”
She nodded, not trusting that her voice wouldn’t crack with
unshed tears.
“Yes, my Rozalyn. I will knot and tie you tonight. In fact, I think it best we spend the next few days in seclusion to truly enjoy and explore each other. Would you like that?”
“Yes, but could I just say hello to Liza? It’s been so long since I’ve seen her.”
“Of course. I suspect there will be a celebration of our union when we arrive home. You can spend time with your sister at the party before we withdraw to our rooms.”
He finally uncoupled from her. He retook his seat, holding Roz in place by merely keeping his hand in between her shoulder blades. He was quickly learning that a well sated Roz was much more likely to be soft and compliant to her mate’s demands. He zipped the fly of his trousers back up and then drew her between his legs, still on the floorboard, leaning her head against his inner thigh.
She started to struggle against him. “I need to get my clothes on.”
“No. You need to do as you’re told. We have a long drive before we get home. I plan on enjoying you several more times before we get there.” He handed her his cell phone. “Now you call Dylan and apologize for your naughty behavior.”
She smiled up at him and took the phone.
Chapter Fourteen
The phone call with Dylan had gone well. She had been respectful and contrite. Dylan had been gracious and told Roz she was welcome to stay in close contact with Skylar. He also reminded her that she would do best to learn to obey Oliver. She had laughed ruefully and admitted that she was figuring that out.
When she was finished, she handed Oliver his cell phone back. Looking up at him, she suddenly felt very shy. She recognized that sitting naked at his feet between his legs was probably the most submissive position in which he could have put her. What bothered her most was how much she didn’t mind.
Oliver watched the emotions play across her face.
“What are you thinking, sweetheart?”
“That I like sitting here naked on the floorboard at your feet between your legs.”
“And that’s a problem?”
“I shouldn’t like it.”
