by Delta James
“Speaking from experience?”
“Unfortunately, yes. The worst part is the damn thing leaves welts and you’re even more horny than before. Except then there is no comfortable way to fuck them… even in wolf form.”
“So you don’t mind that? I’d always heard females don’t enjoy sex as wolves.”
“An old wives’ tale propagated by females who don’t like sex at all. It still feels great and in wolf form, Bash can form a knot and knot and tie me to him. Not as long as Oliver can you, but still it’s pretty intense and amazing. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Bash said Oliver forced you to run and then to accept his claim. Did he claim you as a wolf?”
She shook her head. “No, but he wanted to and came close. He ran me to ground, but I changed back. He was still this enormous wolf and pushed me over on my belly. He wanted me to change, but I asked him not to. It got through to him and he changed back. He took me up to the house and made me accept his claim. Then he let Skylar talk me through what it really feels like to be knotted and tied. I have to say other than the whole destroying my pack and forcing me to become his mate, he’s been very kind and understanding.”
“Yeah, other than that…” They looked at each other and both began laughing.
They left the dungeons and continued to talk as they made their way back up the stairs to the wine cellar and then into the hidden passageways throughout the house. They came to the fork where Liza needed to go upstairs to her room and Roz could go to hers.
They hugged. “I love you, Roz. I know I keep saying it, but I’m happy you’re home.”
“Me too,” Roz said as she turned to go back to her room.
Chapter Twenty
She could feel his presence before she reentered her room. More than that, she could feel his anger. Roz slipped into the room, pushing the bookshelf back into place.
“That’s really cool. Liza took me for a tour. Some kinky sh—stuff you have down in those dungeons.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t I tell you to get to bed?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“Was there anything unclear in that order?” Oliver’s tone was neutral but the energy waves rolling off of him were pure anger.
“No, but…”
“So, you acknowledge that you were told to get to bed and that you disobeyed me?”
“Yes, baby, but…”
“Interesting that you keep mentioning your butt. Let me try to be clear… I want you to strip and go stand in the corner.”
“Oliver, come on, babe… we were in the house. We were perfectly safe.”
“Rozalyn, I told you to strip and stand in the corner. If I have to strip you and put you there, you’ll get spanked twice—once for each time you disobeyed me.”
“Come on, Oliver. The party was a great success. Neither of us were tired. Liza came down to say goodnight and I asked her to show me around. No big deal.”
“I’m going to count to three. If you aren’t naked and in the corner before I’m done, you will be spanked twice. I don’t know how much clearer I can make that. One, two, thr—”
“All right, I’m getting undressed.” Roz quickly did so then went and stood in the corner facing him.
“You turn around and put your nose in the corner. Naughty girls get sent to the corner to stand naked before and after their mate punishes them. I’ve been lax in that, but I assure you it won’t happen again.”
Roz turned around to face the corner. “Oliver…”
“Hush, Rozalyn. You can’t convince me that you or Liza thought what you did was acceptable behavior for two little girls who were told to get to bed. But I’m pretty damn sure by the time the two of you have been disciplined, you’ll think twice before doing it again.”
“Liza was just doing what I asked. Don’t let him spank her…”
“Bash will deal with his naughty mate as he sees fit, as will I. I rather suspect come morning, both of you will need a pillow to sit comfortably and will prefer to lie on your bellies or stand.” He got up and crossed over to her as she stood in the corner. He ran his hand down her spine and cupped her bottom as if weighing each cheek in his hand. He rubbed it sensuously. “Now, I’m not sure what Bash has in mind for Liza, but you, little girl, will be grounded to our room for the next few days unless you are with me. The passages and tunnels here on the estate are off limits unless I am with you and you have my permission.”
“Oliver, in all fairness you never said I couldn’t go into the passages and tunnels.”
“You’re right, but I never told you they were there. Maybe I did that as I didn’t want you looking for them and getting into trouble. But I’m quite sure I sent you to bed. Only when I came to join you, I found you missing.”
“I left the doorway open. You knew where I was.”
“I knew you had gone into the passages, but had no idea where you might have gone. And with some wolf wandering around who has every reason to want to hurt you.”
“But you have someone following him…”
“Yes, and we had people following you when those mongrels that turned you snatched you off the streets. Surveillance is not an exact science. Are you going to try to tell me that you thought I’d think nothing of the fact that you didn’t do as you were told and went wandering around when we have identified a probable threat to your safety?” He had continued to rub her bottom the entire time they talked.
Roz realized that escaping a spanking was not an option. All she could try to do was lessen the severity. “I didn’t think of the threat, but I figured you wouldn’t be all that happy that Liza took me on the grand tour.”
“Sweetheart, you sealed your fate when you disobeyed me, especially in light of a threat.” He patted her bottom, took her by the hand, and led her toward their bed.
Roz could see his belt laid out. It was one of her favorites, a beautiful, supple piece of black Italian leather. “Oliver, please?”
“Don’t fuss, Roz. It’s beneath you and will do you no good. You, little girl, are about to get your first welting. Then you will go back and stand in the corner where I will join you, fuck you, and leave you to stand contemplating your painful backside and why perhaps you might want to do as you’re told in the future.”
“Oliver?” She tried digging in her heels, but the smooth hardwood gave her bare feet no traction.
He sat down and drew her over his hard thighs. He settled her so her head and upper body were on one side, her ass nice and high and her thighs and legs down the other side. She knew it was coming and knew it was going to hurt, but still when his hand connected with her bottom for the first time, she was surprised by level of pain that accompanied it.
“Ouch! Oh, my God, Oliver. Babe, I won’t do it again.”
He spanked her several times before saying, “What? Won’t disobey me again? We both know that’s not likely to happen in this lifetime. Won’t go into passageways or tunnels without permission? Perhaps, but highly unlikely.”
He spanked her hard, alternating between her left and right globes. She struggled and fussed. He finally had to pin her hands to the small of her back so that she couldn’t reach back to try to protect her bottom and to hold her in position.
“Naughty mate. You know better than to reach back and try to get away. You and I both know it won’t work and you’ll get spanked that much harder and longer.”
“Oliver. Stop, please. Don’t you want to knot me tonight?” She was desperate to get him to stop. She couldn’t imagine being knotted and then tied to him for a several hours on a raw, freshly spanked bottom.
“What makes you think I’m not going to knot you tonight? First, you’ll get punished and after I’ve fucked you in the corner, I’ll give my cock time to recover and form a proper knot. I have yet to decide whether I may knot you from behind.”
“No,” she wailed. “Babe, please. I’m sorry.” She started to cry. “Oliver, I’m sorry. Please.
Stop. It hurts…” Then words failed her and she just sobbed. The pain that he had ignited all over her backside was intense.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Her backside was a lovely shade of red. Only once had he disciplined her beyond that point. But tonight was different; he meant to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. The threat of real danger had raised its head. He ceased what had felt like an endless stream of hard swats to her rump.
Roz registered that the spanking had stopped and was getting her crying under control when Oliver picked up his belt, doubled it, enclosing the buckle in his hand and brought it crashing down across her entire bottom. She screamed. Over and over his belt laid a trail of fire across her backside, leaving stinging welts in its wake.
Roz’s sobbing resumed. Oliver wasn’t immune to her distress, but with the threat of the Serbs having returned, he needed to know he could keep her safe and that she would obey when ordered to do something regardless of whether or not she liked the idea. When his belt had left a pattern of vivid stripes all across her derriere, he stopped.
“You will learn to obey me. Any time you blatantly disobey me the way you did tonight, you can expect to get your pretty little bottom welted. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now you show me you learned your lesson and go stand in the corner. I want you to put your hands on the wall and push your bottom out.”
He released her and watched as she struggled to get up and do as she had been instructed. Her sobbing had quieted to a snuffling sound as she went into the corner, braced her hands against the wall, and put her bottom on display for him. He let her stand and enjoyed the view. Not allowing the knot to form was a supreme act of will, but he meant to take long, deep, hard strokes with his cock in her pussy.
Oliver stood and walked over to join her. He ran his hands up her ribcage and took her breasts in them. He smiled as he felt how hard her nipples were. That would mean that even a good welting had left her aroused and ready for his possession. He rolled her nipples in his fingers, alternating pinching and tugging on them.
He ran his hands down her sides and took hold of her to steady her for him to mount her. He let go of her with one hand as he opened his fly. His hard cock was freed and without saying a word, he positioned her so that he could plunge into her balls deep, the scratchy fabric of his trousers and teeth of his zipper against her striped bottom as he did so.
Even with the pain from the welting, even as upset as she was, her response to his carnal possession was swift and complete. Once again she screamed, but this time not from pain but as the vocal embodiment of her climax. He began thrusting in and out of her. He pulled back almost to the point of complete withdrawal and then slammed back into her until his balls were pressing hard against her.
Every time he thrust forward, the pain across the network of welts was reignited. Roz alternated between moans of deep sexual pleasure and ones of pain from his continued assault on her bottom as his groin made contact repeatedly with her backside. He brought her to orgasm several times before she felt his cock thickening as his cum started to rush down its length to be deposited in her pussy.
“God, yes, Oliver! Now, please!”
He started pumping his seed deep in her. When he had finished, instead of staying inside her until his cock had lost all of his rigidity, he withdrew immediately and watched as some of his essence dripped out of her gaping pussy. He turned to walk back to the bed and patted her flank lovingly.
“Good girl.”
Roz was taking great gulps of air. “I’m sorry, Oliver. Really I am.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Did I put enough sting in your tail that you’ll think twice before disobeying me again?”
“Yes, Oliver.”
“Was your little adventure with your sister worth getting a welting?”
“No, sir.”
“Do you understand it wasn’t the actual stunt that got you in so much trouble?”
“Yes, sir. It was that you sent me to our room and to bed and I went into the passages and tunnels and down to the dungeon. Although the argument could be made I did come to our room…”
“But you didn’t go to bed.” He had to stop himself from chuckling. She was fairly unrepentant. “And arguing with one’s mate after being thoroughly spanked and fucked might not be the best idea.”
“Probably not. How about if instead I tell you what I’m sure you already know. But I don’t want you to think I’m saying it just because you’re angry with me.”
“I’m not angry with you, mate. I’m worried for your safety.” She spun around to face him. “And even more worried that so shortly after having both your bottom and pussy punished that you would so willingly disobey me by taking your nose out of the corner. Do I need to repeat the lesson so soon, mate?”
Roz turned back around just as quickly. “I’m sorry, Oliver; really I am. And no, I don’t need a refresher course. You made your point. But it’s not as easy for me as you think it is. Until you ran me to ground I’ve never had to answer to anyone… and I liked it that way.”
Oliver chuckled. “I know you did. But I think you don’t mind too very much having a mate who loves you enough to hold you accountable and keep you safe. What is it you wanted to tell me?”
“I love you,” she said quietly.
Oliver said nothing, but took a deep breath before responding. “I hoped you did even if it was only half as much as I love you. I do appreciate that you didn’t try to use it to leverage your way out of your punishment.”
“It wasn’t that I didn’t consider it.” She giggled. “And no, I don’t mind too very much that you love me enough to want to keep me safe—although that may be something of a losing bet. Jesus, why does it feel like you’re still spanking me?”
“That would be the welts, sweetheart. They are still forming and will not give you any relief until they are done. And then they will just hurt until they heal.”
“The spanking that keeps on giving.”
“Yes. Usually only used when one has thoroughly pissed off one’s mate. Disobey me in a way that could jeopardize you or our pack, and you and my belt will have another session. Clear?”
“Crystal.” She looked under her arm to look back at him. “What are you doing over there anyway?”
“Enjoying the view.”
“Not funny.”
“Not meant to be. Seeing you standing there with your pretty, freshly spanked and welted bottom is a thing of beauty. Adding to that is the recent memory of what it felt like as I thrust in and out of you with my groin connecting with that punished backside. And then there’s the knowledge that I’m going to knot and tie you before the night is over.”
“For once that is not such an appealing process. Can I have an extra pillow or two underneath my sore butt?”
“Perhaps. If I knot you from behind you won’t need it. If I knot you as I have in the past, I may choose to ensure you remember the consequences for disobeying one’s mate and alpha.”
“Oliver, please? You always say that once I’ve been punished, the slate is wiped clean and I am forgiven.”
“That is true.” He stood and walked back over to her. Running a single finger down her side, he said, “And do you feel punished, my mate?”
“Yes, Oliver. The spanking was bad enough. But you didn’t stay coupled to me like you normally do and then you just put so much space between us…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to hold back a new round of tears.
He pulled her out of the corner and turned her into his arms. She clung to him. “It’s all right, sweetheart. I forgive you. I’m sorry you made me have to punish you so thoroughly. And especially tonight. Your party is going to be the hit and talk of the season.”
“I don’t care about some stupid party. I care that I made you so angry without even thinking about it. It was just kind of a lark.” He took his shirttail and brought it up to dry her tears. “And then you’re so freaking nice and loving to
me. I love you and I don’t deserve you; I really don’t.”
“You do. You deserve to have only the best in all things. And there is no better mate for you than me. No one will ever love you more or better. But you are going to obey me or pay the price.”
She nuzzled him. “I know. But you know I would never endanger our pack.”
“I do, but if something happened to you, it would affect them and they would endanger themselves to get you back or to avenge you… but they would have to get in line behind me.”
Oliver swept her up in his arms and carried her to their bed. “Get in the middle of the bed, Roz, on your hands and knees.”
“But I thought…”
His low growl cut off her protest.
“Yes, sir.”
She got up into the middle of their bed and positioned herself so she could keep an eye on him. She smiled as she watched him undress. The smile broadened into a greedy grin as he removed his trousers and shorts and his cock with its swollen knot was revealed.
Once he was as naked as she was, he crawled up onto their bed. Kneeling before her, he said, “Open.”
She complied and he slid his hard cock into her warm mouth. “You are not to move out of this position until I put you where I want you to mount and knot you. You may lick and suck but do not move your head.” She couldn’t answer him as her mouth was full of his hardened manhood. Slowly he began to rock his hips back and forth, in essence fucking her mouth. Instead of grasping her head in his hands, he reached under her and began to forcibly fondle her breasts and nipples.
Roz moaned. There was a delicious way that Oliver could play with her that was not gentle, but never crossed the line to abusive or outright painful. He continued to plunge in and out of her mouth as she licked and sucked him. He milked her entire breast, culminating in tugging her nipples downward. She could feel her orgasm starting to build. There was part of her that was fascinated with the fact that he was so skilled and powerful a lover that she would often climax before he ever touched her below the waist.
