by Delta James
“Sonofabitch,” she said as she reached for them again.
Without saying a word, Oliver took her by her hair and led her into their bath. He pressed her into the vanity, turned on the water, and soaped up his hand, holding it in front of her face. She shook her head.
“Rozalyn. Open your mouth.” She shook her head again. “Now, Rozalyn or you go over my knee for spanking before, get your mouth washed out, and then back over my knee for another spanking. Is that what you want?”
She shook her head and looked miserable.
“I’m waiting, mate. What we alpha males really don’t like is when our mates are anxious and fretful and instead of allowing us to comfort them, they get out of sorts and earn themselves a spanking. Open. Now.”
He didn’t raise his voice, but the low menacing growl underneath his tone told her he was in no mood to be disobeyed.
“I’m sorry, Oliver. Please don’t. I’ll come back to bed.”
“Yes, you will. Just as soon as I’ve washed out your mouth and punished you.”
“No,” she said, stomping her foot.
Any thought he’d had toward being lenient with her went out the window. She was clearly stressed past the point of being eased back into good humor. What she needed at the moment was to have her mouth washed out as punishment, a stress-relief spanking to get that out of her system, and a bout of hard, dominant lovemaking. Then tonight, he’d knot and tie her and let her fall asleep still tied intimately to him.
He held up his hand. “Last chance before you get a spanking before and after I soap your mouth. And if you’re not a very good girl when I get you back in bed, you can get another spanking after we’re done making love.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
He kissed her. “Not as sorry as you will be.” This time when he held his hand up, she obediently opened her mouth and he proceeded to coat her tongue, the insides of her cheeks, and her teeth with the sudsy substance. He let her rinse her mouth and then led her to one of the oversized chairs that were in their sitting room. He sat down and pulled the sweatpants all the way down until she stepped out of them.
“Oliver, please…”
“Enough, my naughty mate. You earned this spanking all by yourself, but I will be here to give it to you to ensure that you settle down and behave.”
Even though she knew it was coming, it was still a painful surprise when his hand came crashing down on her bare backside. “Shit,” she hissed.
Oliver spanked her hard and fast. “What did you say?”
“I said that hurts. Please stop.”
“It didn’t sound like that to me. Are you sure that’s what you said? It sounded a bit like more cursing.”
“Please, babe. I’m sorry. Please?”
He continued to spank her, watching her bottom change colors and enjoying the way her supple globes felt beneath his hand. There was something very erotic about spanking his mate. Part of it, he knew was the actual sensation of his hand connecting with her ass. Part was the power dynamic between them. And part was knowing how aroused she would be when he mounted her and began punishing her pussy with his cock.
He heard her begin to cry. It was difficult for Roz to cry in front of him. It made her feel too vulnerable and too exposed, but he had come to learn that the most effective spankings were those that continued until she had given in and let down all her defenses. He stopped spanking her and began to rub her punished backside.
“Better?” he said in a kind, quiet tone.
“Yes,” she snuffled. “And I hate not only that it is, but that you know it.”
He chuckled. “Yes, my Rozalyn. I am well aware of the fact that you require a certain level of dominance on my part to keep you at your best. I am also well aware that you have everything under control for the party tomorrow night. And I am keenly aware that once you’ve been given a good spanking that you are in dire need of my hard cock in your pussy.”
She giggled. He allowed her to get up, but only to go as far as pulling her into his lap so he could remove her sports bra and dry her tears with it. He tossed the bra as far as it would go. Roz’s nipples were hard, begging for his attention. He did not neglect them. He reached up and lovingly rolled one nipple in his fingers, massaging the areola. The other nipple he took into his mouth, sucking greedily and causing her to squirm in his lap and moan.
Oliver stood with Roz in his arms and carried her back to their bed. Placing her on her back, he positioned himself between her thighs and slid his hard cock past her swollen outer lips and into the warm, wet silken sheath she kept between her legs just for his pleasure.
“Oliver.” His name was more a sigh than anything else.
“Yes, sweetheart, I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
He held her close and began to stroke her slowly and deeply. Her orgasm was swift and powerful yet quiet. She didn’t call out his name, but merely shattered in his hands and sighed with deep satisfaction. He could feel the tension leave her body as it strove to become one with his. He kissed and nuzzled her as he murmured words of comfort, love, and passion.
Roz tried to move to return his thrusts but as usual he held her close. Oliver believed that they both gained more pleasure and satisfaction when there was no doubt in either of their minds who was in control. As she usually did, she struggled to try to wrestle some of that control away from him. He simply held her tighter and plunged more intensely in and out of her. Normally, she would try to fight him but when her bottom was tender from a spanking and he held her buttocks in his hands, she was quick to capitulate to his dominance and allow herself to respond without reservation. Once she had done so, he would ease up on his hold of her sore backside.
He continued to hold her as he thrusted deeply and repeatedly into her core. She climaxed twice more for him before he picked up the speed with which he stroked her. She clung to him and dug her nails into his back. He fucked her harder and as she toppled over into another orgasm, he joined her by obtaining his own release and bathing her soft sheath with his cum.
“That’s my good girl. Wouldn’t it have been easier just to return to our bed when I asked? But then I think you needed me to spank you, didn’t you?”
“No. I don’t need you to spank me.” He squeezed her bottom. “Ouch!”
“What happens when naughty girls lie to their mates?”
“I didn’t lie.”
“Didn’t you? Aren’t you feeling less anxious about the party now that you’ve been spanked and fucked?”
“Yes,” she purred. “But it’s the fucking that does the trick.”
“It’s the combination of the two, and you know it. Now thank me for spanking and loving you.”
“Oliver, no.”
“Rozalyn, yes. Or do you need another round of soap followed by another spanking?”
“No,” she half wailed and half moaned.
“Then do as you’re told.”
“Thank you.”
“All of it.”
“Fine. Thank you, my generous mate, for spanking my ass and fucking my pussy.”
Oliver rolled off of her and sat up on the edge of their bed. He knew he should take her to task over her sassy response but he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at her. “You are incorrigible. You are a very naughty mate. I think tonight, you need to get your backside rewarmed…”
“No, I’m sorry. I’ll say it like a good girl.”
“You had that chance. Besides by tonight you will have worked yourself up again. So a stress-relief spanking for you unless you earn yourself a serious trip over my knee. And then I will knot and tie you until you fall asleep.”
“Oliver…”
“Enough, my Rozalyn. Behave yourself today and that stress-relief spanking could lean heavily on the erotic side.” He lightly patted her backside as he got up to start his day.
She lay there watching him as he walked away. She loved the way he moved. Like everything else about him, there was an inherent grace a
nd power to it. And it wasn’t just the way he moved, there were so many things she loved about him. And although he often told her he loved her, she had yet to tell him that she feared she felt the same way.
* * *
Roz got up for the second time and put back on his sweats and her sports bra. She grabbed his one and only hoody and slipped it on, having learned quickly that wandering in their house with her bra showing would earn her a quick, but thorough chastisement.
She wandered into the dining room, grabbed a cup of coffee, and sat down next to her mate.
“You need to eat something, sweetheart.”
“I’m not hungry,” she said.
“Not a request, Roz. Get something to eat. If there isn’t anything that appeals to you, I’m sure Robert will fix whatever you like.”
“Really, babe. I don’t think I can eat.”
Robert appeared silently behind her. “You really should eat, mistress. I can make banana nut pancakes for you or perhaps a smoothie or yogurt parfait?”
“Do you just like appear out of the ether?”
He laughed. “No, but I do try not to disturb. So, what would please you?”
“To be left the hell alone and not pestered about my eating habits?”
The tall, distinguished chef chuckled. Oliver scowled.
“Perhaps, my Rozalyn, you’d prefer to tell me in private back in our bedroom? I could have Robert bring it to you there while you rested a while longer.” He quirked his eyebrow at her, his meaning all too clear.
“No, Oliver, I’ll eat. How about a yogurt parfait… that sounds delicious. And maybe an English muffin?”
“I’ll have it to you momentarily.”
He disappeared just as silently as he had appeared.
“Seriously, babe. I think he’s a great guy, but he’s kind of spooky.”
Oliver chuckled as he leaned forward and kissed her. “He does seem to simply appear and disappear, doesn’t he? We often tease that he isn’t quite human, far too ethereal. But he’s an excellent chef.”
Robert brought her the food. She tasted the parfait. “Yum, Robert. This didn’t come out of a carton and fruit bowl.”
He smiled. “No, mistress, we make our own yogurt. We make most things here on the estate. I try to keep our food as free of chemicals and preservatives as I can. Will you be available later today to finalize tomorrow’s menu?”
“Absolutely. Whatever time works for you.”
Roz could hear her sister bounding down the stairs. “Good morning, Razzy. Morning Oliver.”
“Razzy?” Oliver said with a rueful smile.
“Don’t even think about it. She’s my baby sister and has called me that since she first learned to speak. But she is the only one who gets to call me that.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Bash as he joined them. “I rather like Razzy. Perhaps we should all call you that.”
“Go ahead, tough guy. See what that gets you. Keep in mind I waited years to get even with Greg… and I’ve always liked him. You on the other hand, not so much.”
“You wound me, mistress.”
“I would, but it would upset Liza and Oliver has forbidden my threatening or harming any member of our pack. Otherwise, you and I would have rumbled.”
Bash leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “I love you too… Razzy.” He danced away before she could connect her fist with some part of his body.
“Oliver…”
“Bash. Enough. If you continue to tease her, I’m going to let you fend for yourself.”
Roz turned and grinned evilly at him. “Come on, Bash… tease me again.”
“Nay, that’s not a fight I can win. Because if I injured you when I bested you, our beloved alpha there would rip my throat out for harming his mate.”
Roz turned back to looked at Oliver, who smiled and nodded. “In other words, you’re the only one I have to worry about?”
“Whatever you’re thinking, sweetheart, stop right there. Yes, in general, no one will ever lay hands on you except me. Unless given leave by me to do so. In the event I am going to be away, I will entrust any consequences for your behavior to Bash. I think if you ask the unmated females in our pack and your sister, they will tell you that finding yourself on the receiving end of spanking from Bash is not where you want to be.”
“Sh… shoot. A girl can’t catch a break. So, are you planning to leave me?”
“Not unless absolutely necessary.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. “I would be bereft without your company. You, my Rozalyn, are as necessary to my existence as breathing.”
Liza watched as her sister blushed and leaned over to nuzzle Oliver. Liza smiled and looked at Bash, who was smiling too. It made them both happy to see that the two people they loved most in the world, save each other, had formed such a strong bond already.
“Roz, I have a question for you about your dress.”
“Liza,” she whined, “you said you’d figure it out.”
“And I will, but do you want a color or black?”
Roz looked at Oliver, who responded to the un-verbalized question. “I am sure you will look spectacular in anything, although personally I prefer nothing at all, but only when we are alone.”
She laughed. “You know, Halsey, sometimes I forget you’re such a guy.”
Chapter Seventeen
The morning of the party, Roz awoke with a sense of well-being. She was wrapped in Oliver’s arms. He was already awake and seemed content just to hold her and let her sleep. The evening before, Oliver had fulfilled what he deemed his obligation to her. He had undressed her and put her in the large soaking tub to relax. He’d had dinner brought to their room and they had snuggled on the bed naked while they ate it.
Roz had difficulty focusing on anything Oliver said as she was fascinated watching his cock harden and then the knot begin to form and swell. As she usually was, she was more interested in having him knot her than doing anything else. She always giggled when she remembered when she was fearful of his knot, and then didn’t enjoy the lengthy tie that came afterward.
What she hadn’t anticipated was his following through on putting her back over his knee for a stress-relief spanking. She had fussed when he went to draw her over his knee. One hard slap to her backside had reminded her that she wasn’t in charge of when or how she was spanked and that submitting to his discipline most often resulted in less discipline.
It was the first time Oliver had set out to deliberately make the spanking highly erotic. He had interspersed swats to her backside with lengthy fondling and fingering. She squirmed and cried out, but mostly not from pain. The strikes were hard enough to result in a lingering sting, but there was far more pleasure than pain. She came twice before he deemed her to have received enough stress relief that she was ready to be knotted and tied.
Oliver had placed her on her back on their bed. He had kindly put a pillow under her aching backside. Parting her legs, he breached her before her body could even register he was about to do so. As always having the knot forced up into her hurt, but her body had now come to anticipate the pleasure that would follow and was quick to relax and accept his deep penetration. He settled within her and once the knot had swollen to seal her to him, he began to rock her.
Oliver delighted in her response to him. He had found his mate welcomed his knot and everything that went along with it. Many alpha males considered it the greatest gift if their mates didn’t try to restrict them to only once a month. Roz gave him no restrictions whatsoever. She always clung to him as he rocked her, climaxing repeatedly. When he would begin to flood her sheath with his cum, her pussy would spasm around him, coaxing every last bit of him to be deposited.
After the frenzy of the knotting, the calm intimacy of the tie was treasured by them both. She often fell asleep in his arms tied to him only to awaken long after he had finally slipped from her body.
Such was the case this morning. Only this time, he had knotted and tied her
twice. She stretched along his frame and nuzzled him. She looked out the wall of glass at the back of their room. There was a faint glow on the horizon, but the sun had yet to start its ascent into the sky.
“Good morning, my beauty, did you sleep well?”
She giggled. “I did. And you know that. You ensured that I slept deeply and happily. Nothing better than to fall asleep tied to you only to be awakened sometime later to be knotted and tied a second time. It’s early, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I’d guess shortly before five. I know you have a busy day planned, but it is too early for you to get up and you will rest before the party starts.”
“I have too much to do to rest. I’ll do that after the party is a success.”
“No, you will come to our room, get undressed, and lie down. If you can’t sleep, fine. But you will stay in our bed and rest.”
“I’m telling you I don’t have time,” she said, starting to get angry with him.
“And I’m telling you that you will make the time or I will. And if I have to make the time, I will make enough time that I can remind you why it is better to do as your mate tells you than to force him to have to impose his will on you.” She started to protest and he silenced her with a kiss. “Sweetheart, if you continue to fuss and argue with me, I will think that there was too much of an erotic component to your spanking last night. If that’s the case, I can remedy that right now.”
She sighed. “No, I’ll behave. God, do you know how much I hate that? I hate having to do what you tell me! It’s not fair.”
“I know. But do you understand that knowing that, how much I cherish you doing so?”
“But I don’t want to. Isn’t there supposed to be a point where I want to willingly submit?”
He chuckled. “For some women, yes. It becomes deeply ingrained in them and they find great comfort in submitting. In most cases, at least with shifters, they were raised that way. But you and your sister were not raised in a pack. In fact, the two of you had to make a go of it from a fairly tender age on your own. You had to learn to trust your own instincts and decisions. And then you had our way of life, our very existence forced on you. So, while I deeply appreciate and recognize when you choose to submit, I never expect it. Nor does Bash. Liza struggles the same way you do.”
