by Marilynn Fae
He winds his arms tightly around her, lifting her off the ground slightly. "I missed you too, baby girl," he sighs. "Next time you need to go somewhere, just let me know, okay? I'll have someone drive you."
She nods even though he doesn't think she'll do that. He doesn't like letting her go anywhere without him and it's clear that leaving her alone was a bad idea.
He breathes in her crisp, sharp scent, or he was prepared for that. What he isn't prepared for is the intoxicating scent of her arousal. He grips a handful of her hair and tilts her head back, forcing her to look at him. "You should have said something if your heat isn't over," he says.
"I- I-" she stutters, trying to pull herself together. "I didn't want to be a burden," she says. She's a mess, breath coming in gasps too short to think.
She probably doesn't remember getting out of the house in the first place.
They are beyond fortunate that her first thought in her heat-addled mind is to come to him and that he had assigned her bodyguards.
"Have you done this before? Told me to leave when your heat isn't over?"
She shakes her head and he believes the raw honesty in those eyes. She had only one had previous heat before, the one which he triggered. She leans into his touch, trusting him completely even now, when he's upset and even his most faithful men would draw away.
"Someone could have gotten you," he says, the mere thought making his heart drop into his stomach. "You smell delectable right now, my love. I don't want other people to see you this way."
"I know," she whispers, rubbing her cheek against his palm. "I wasn't thinking. I wouldn't- I'd never do it again."
"I believe you," he says calmly. "But you must be punished. I need you to learn this lesson."
Her eyes grow almost comically wide and she looks even more angelic like this, younger than her age and so much lovelier. She trusts him so much more than she should and he isn't inclined to tell her otherwise.
He thinks of how easily she accepted him as her alpha and her mate, how easy it was to trigger her head and then make her promise never to leave him thereafter. He's lucky, of course, to have found her when he did, still so pure and innocent that she's never even had her heat before, that she trusted him a hundred percent when he told her he would take care of her.
And he would keep that promise too. He would never let her come to harm.
Sometimes, he thinks about finding her later, about what would have happened if someone other than him had decided to take her for themselves. She's such a trusting little thing. Her brother should never have left her on her own.
He doesn't ask that she quit but he's happy when she does it anyways. It's instinct. Now that she's pregnant, she doesn't trust anyone except for her mate. She wants to keep her kits safe.
He thinks he understands it a little more now, why her mother had spoiled their youngest sibling so much. It's not just that they are unable to hide their animal characteristics. They are so much like their animals that it is hard to tell the two apart. He had been in touch with Shifters who have mates like his and they are the similar in their experiences regarding their temperaments. More animal than human, especially when they're feeling overwhelmed. He's lucky his mate is so much smaller and weaker than her. He had seen research of Cat Shifter couples where the female would slash and claw their mates in the middle of intercourse.
Her voice brings his attention back. "What're you going to do?" she asks, eyes wide, lips red and lush, just begging to be kissed. Never one to deny himself, he leans down and captures her lips in his, giving her a filthy kiss.
"I'm going to put a vibrator in you and I want you to stay still and take it for as long as I wish. You are not allowed to come until I fuck you. Do you understand?" he asks.
She swallows and nods.
Chapter Twelve: Denial
"Stay," he says, putting her in the middle of office and leaving her side for a moment. She watches as he riffles through the drawers, through the various toys and devices that he uses on her from time to time. The knowledge sends a wave of goosebumps up her spine. When she woke that morning, she can feel his come still inside her, filling up. But as time passes and she washes away the scent of him on her skin, she begins to grow restless, like a fire is burning inside of her and the only way to put out the fire is to get to him.
He returns and pulls her forward to the couch set aside for more casual meetings.
"I want you to take off your pants and your underwear and spread your legs wide for me."
She is quick to obey, slipping her fingers through the hem of the pants she had put on haphazardly that morning and yanking it down. She isn't wearing underwear. It's most comfortable for her tail when she doesn't. She lets it curl around her waist automatically, hiding her nudity from his prying eyes.
"Open," he says.
She licks her lips and parts her legs. The end of the tail curls around her inner thigh, staying out of the way. She tries not to chew on her tail when he's watching. She knows it upsets him.
"Good girl." He pops the vibrator into her mouth and she hastily licks around the thick length.
She knows he's only doing this to make sure he doesn't hurt her when he puts in it, but she would have told him that he needn't have bothered. She's so wet and ready for him already. Cold air brushes between her legs when he pushes her down onto the couch and spreads her legs wide, hands on her inner thighs.
"I have several meetings today and none of them are shifters, so if you stay very quiet, none of them will be any the wiser," he says as he pushes the vibrator up between her wet lips, slipping easily into her hole. There's a thin cable connected to the end of the dildo and it slides in and in, disappearing inside of her. "Remember your instructions, baby?" He presses his fingers deeper inside her, pushing the vibrator deeper.
"Yes," she whimpers. A firm squeeze on the flesh of her thighs reminds her to amend it to a, "Yes, Daddy." Then, she moans, feeling the vibrator rub against her erogenous zone. She licks at her chapped lips and whimpers, struggling to stay still as he deliberately brushes his fingers inside her, splaying them wide to stretch her hole before pulling back.
"What is it? I want to hear you say it," he prompts.
"No- ah- No coming," she tells him obediently, repeating the mantra over and over again in her head as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of her, deliberately pushing her to the edge.
"Good girl," he says and turns the vibrator on. It doesn't start moving straight away. She knows he has it designed to go off at random intervals, lasting different lengths of time so that she is always unprepared. "Have something to read," he continues, bringing her a book from inside his desk drawer. It's a Science Fiction book she had seen him reading earlier at home. "Don't talk to anyone without my permission, alright, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy." His pupils are blown black with desire and he surges forward to capture her lips. She likes that even now, she can affect him by just calling him that. His left hand rests on her tail and he draws his right fingers out from her tight heat. He licks his fingers clean, enjoying the taste of her on his tongue.
It makes her blush brilliantly.
He drapes a jacket over her legs instead of helping her put her pants back on and the idea of someone coming in to see her half-dressed like this makes her body throb with lust. They wouldn't be able to tell that she has a vibrator inside her and isn't wearing any pants underneath his jacket, but she can feel the soft texture of his suit against her skin and the slight throb of something foreign inside her body.
He leans down and captures her lips in another searing kiss, nipping her bottom lip and biting down a little before releasing her.
She curls up on the couch and turns to the first page of the book. Her skin still feel like it's on fire, but now that she's close to her Alpha, she feels less like she's suffocating. It's an irritating sort of burn, one that makes her body ache with desire, but does not demand that she touch herself just yet.
It isn't so bad, a
t first. In fact, after ten minutes passed, and then twenty, she almost forgot about the vibrator inside her. The novel he gave her is interesting and she losses herself in the story.
The door to his office opens abruptly and she glances at the man walking in for a second before her attention returns to her book.
She doesn't listen to their conversation. Much of it doesn't make sense to her anyways. It's work stuff, things she no longer need to participate in. Sometimes, she misses the work she does in the basement but then she'll remember how uncomfortable it made her to have to be bundled up and pretend to care about things she doesn't actually care for.
The first vibration of the dildo inside her makes her cry out in shock. Thankfully, they are alone at that time. Mateo doesn't give her any attention beyond a quick glance in her direction and a slight smirk in the corner of his lips. She tries to distract herself with the book. At first, it is easy, the low vibration hardly enough to make her lose control. She's glad he decided to put it inside of her instead of on her nipples or clit. She's so much more sensitive there and would orgasm in no time at all.
Then again, that's probably why he did it. This way, he can let the agony build and build.
She squirms on the couch when the vibration continues, rubbing between her walls and making her tense all over. She grows wetter between her legs. Whenever she shifts, thinking that moving would make the ache better, she only manages to get the vibrator rubbing a different part of her and make things more unbearable.
Mateo is meeting with only a few of his high-level employees today, giving out work and getting updates. Most of them are aware of her position in his life and doesn't indicate that they notice her presence beyond a quick glance. They know Mateo's possessiveness when it comes to her. It is practically in every new employee's handbook now.
1. Do your work.
2. Don't look twice at the Alpha's mate.
She bites the inside of her cheek to keep the sounds from leaving her lips as the vibrator's torment continues. There's nothing to distract her. She had been staring at the same page for the past ten minutes without reading a single line.
She muffles her moans in the back of her hand and turns her back to Mateo and his employee so that they wouldn't see how much she's struggling to keep herself from coming. She wishes Mateo would stop working and come and touch her instead. The thought of his warm palms on her skin, lips on hers and his cock inside her makes her tremble. She shifts her weight sightly, feels his jacket shift on her lap and reminds herself that she can't come. She's not allowed to come.
She whimpers.
Chapter Thirteen: Complete
She's a crying mess by the time he decides that she's suffered enough. It's only been a little over three hours. She cries so beautifully, sniffling into his jacket all curled up and still trying her best to be quiet. The sight of her in the corner of his eyes is entirely too appealing. He had been half-hard the entire time, precum wetting his boxer briefs. He's had to stay seated throughout his few meetings so it's not so obvious that he's getting harder and harder.
The employees coming in today know better than to look twice at her. He appreciates employees who know their place.
After sparing a moment to watch her sniffle and writhe a little more on the couch, he walks to the door to make sure it is locked, and then returns to her side. She peers up at him with tearful eyes, looking ever so lovely on his couch. Her stomach has gotten rounder in the past few months and she knows it will only grow bigger with time. He'll have to put her in house arrest for the last few months to be safe. The doctor thinks she's carrying more than one, but they haven't had an ultrasound yet to be sure.
He pulls the jacket away and watches the way her thighs are clenched tightly together, hands around her waist as she holds herself tightly. He pinches her chin between his fingers and tilt her head up so he can have a good look at her.
She's all but lost in the haze of arousal, body trembling and shaking. Saliva trickles from the corner of her lips and she has to blink a few times to focus on him. "Daddy, please," she whimpers.
He sits beside her on the couch and pulls her into his lap. She stumbles to climb onto him, straddling him and rubbing herself against his half-hard erection, trying to get him to penetrate her. "Patience, darling," he says. He slides his fingers between her legs and isn't at all surprised to find her soaked. He spreads her lips apart and penetrates her with two fingers, reaching for the vibrator buried deep inside her. His other hand presses the controls, turning it on.
"No, no, please," she cries. She must be feeling painfully empty. Small whines builds at the back of her throat and she's rocking her hips against his fingers, undulating in a motion that is both perverse and incredibly alluring.
"Are you going to come, baby?" he asks, breath fanning out across her shoulder. He sucks at the flesh there and can almost feel the beat erratic beat of her heart on his tongue.
"I won't," she says frantically. " I won't. I won't."
Such an obedient little mate. He takes the vibrator out and rubs it against her clit.
Her response is instantaneous. She cries out loudly, fluffy ears swiveling back and all the fur on her tail bristles as she arches up, looking as though she had been electrocuted. It's a lovely, lovely sight. He wishes he could immortalize it. He takes it away and watches the way she's heaving, licking at her lips, tongue moist and glistening.
"Do you want me, baby?" he asks.
"Yes," she cries. "Yes, yes, please." He guides his erection against the heated flush of her heat and she grinds downwards unconsciously, wanting him deep.
He grabs her by her waist and yanks her down, filling her to the base. Her lips part as though to scream again and he manages to silence her with his lips this time, closing his mouth over hers and swallowing her moans and cries. "That's it," he groans, pulling her up and then letting her sink down again and again. "Ride me, baby. You look so lovely like this." And she does, every bounce of her hips accompanied by her breasts moving up and down as well, cheeks flushed pink and wet with tears. Her rounded stomach only adds to her attractiveness. His own success of breeding her fills him with a sense of satisfaction. Having her naked in his office will never fail to please him.
"Please, please-"
"You can come when I do, baby," he says.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispers breathlessly, clinging to him with her arms around his neck. She really is a sweet thing, eager to please.
He slaps her ass a few times to make her relax. Her walls are tight around his cock, clenching and releasing as though trying to milk him. She's trying so hard to please and it's intoxicating. He doesn't think he will ever have enough of her. "You're mine," he growls out, on the edge of a snarl, threatening anyone to disagree.
"Yours," she agrees easily, clinging to him. "Yours, Daddy. Please. Please come inside me. I want you to fill me up, Daddy.'
It is her words that push him over the edge. He feels himself losing control, orgasm rushing in around his peripheral vision, surging out from his body and filling her heat. His cock grows thicker almost instantly, the head thickening to keep her from pulling away, filling her hole to encourage his seed to take. She's so small, so lovely, it stretches her tiny hole even more and she clings to him so tightly that her nails dig into his shoulder through his shirt, enough to pierce through skin. She rubs her cheek to his and he can't push back the instinct to bite, to claim, to keep her from moving at all. He closes his mouth over her shoulderblade, sinking his teeth deep enough to leave marks on her skin and draw blood to the surface. He rumbles and lets out deep roars that warns others to stay away.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasps and cries out through the pain. If it were anyone else, the pain would make them draw back in instinct. Her reaction is to sink in deeper and take him inside her. "I can't- I can't- It's too much," she whimpers.
"Come now, darling. You can come," he tells her gently, licking the wound on her shoulder with something akin to regret. There are a litany of scars
there already. He's aware that he shouldn't mark her like this, but his instinct is impossible to fight against sometimes. At least he can find solace in the fact that she sometimes does the same, leaving claw marks and bites on his skin when she isn't in the mood for sex. He can pin her down just fine when that happens, but only after making sure she is ready to submit.
He feels the flutter of her lashes against his cheek and hears his sniffles. She comes undone with a low keening purr that vibrates through his bones. Afterwards, he would try and recreate that sound again and again but for now, he is content rubbing his cock inside her, feeling his cock harden and grow close to another orgasm.
"You're so good, so good for me," he says.
"I'm- ah- I couldn't- you're so big," she babbles, unable to speak coherently through the pain and the inescapable pleasure. "I want- I want-"
"I know, darling," he coos when she starts to cry harder, overemotional and melodramatic. He can't help but find it endearing. She's overwhelmed so easily and they've only just gotten started. He's going to come inside her a dozen more times before he's ready to let her free from his lap.
His gaze wanders to the vibrator he had set aside and he smirks. Perhaps being it's not her fault she's overwhelmed. She had been so good, holding herself back and not letting herself orgasm even though he knows she had been close more than a dozen times in the past few hours.
"You've been such a good girl, baby," he praises, rubbing her back and letting her cry herself out. His cock throbs inside her, occasionally coming and filling her even more even as she hiccups and sniffles against his chest. It makes his heart feel as though it is being squeezed.
Her body would react too, slowly stir with desire and he would rut inside her. His little mate feels so good against him. She takes a few sharp breathes when his cock thickens again. Her tail sways almost lazily behind her and he resists the urge to grab and hold it still.
