“We’ve spent some time together, you and I, but you don’t know me, little one. You don’t know what I’m capable of,” he warned.
My pussy clenched down hard at his threat. I pushed back against his chest, fighting him every moment that I could.
“Let me go,” I snarled.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, omega. There are plenty of alphas that would have already punished you for challenging them like you are doing to me,” he growled.
The rising tension between us was so thick that I could cut it with a knife. With him so close like this, his scent surrounded me, and I could feel my body responding to him. I could feel the slick gathering between my thighs. Since I’d escaped into the inner walls of the castle, those needy feelings of desire had faded, but now with him in such close proximity once more, they had returned with a vengeance.
Maybe that’s why I continued to push him.
Maybe I just wanted his attention focused on me.
Maybe I just wanted him to touch me.
I growled at him again.
His eyes darkened and his hands descended to my dress. He tore the thin fabric straight down to my belly as if it was made of paper. With purposeful intention, he stripped me. He didn’t say a word, which only added to the growing fear simmering deep inside my belly. When he’d ripped every last shred of clothing from my body, he slapped his hands against the wall to either side of my head. I jumped, but as he stared into my eyes, I found myself unable to look away.
A hard shudder of anxious arousal shook me from within. My nipples pebbled into firm little peaks and my pussy couldn’t stop tightening with need.
“Are you afraid, omega?” he asked.
“No,” I spat. I lied straight through my teeth.
It was then I really focused on how much bigger he was than me. He stood a least a foot and a half taller. He was wearing a simple beige cotton shirt and tightly fitted cloth pants that showed off his muscled physique. He towered over me and I could see those muscles rippling with restraint. I found myself questioning just how strong he was.
“You should be, little omega. You’ve got a hard punishment coming. It’s going to hurt. Before it’s over, you’re going to scream. You’re going to sob. You’re going to beg for mercy but I’m not going to stop until the entire castle knows that you’ve been thoroughly dealt with,” he warned.
My mouth went dry. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I said nothing at all. I hadn’t forgotten about that first night we’d met. I hadn’t forgotten how much just his hand had hurt on my bare bottom and in between my thighs.
With one hand, he curled his fingers around my throat. His palm pressed firmly against my windpipe, just enough to limit the air I could pull in with every breath. He squeezed a little tighter, sending a clear message that he was in control and I wasn’t.
His other hand slinked across my collarbone, slow and sensual until he grasped my left nipple within two fingers. He pinched it gently at first, then more firmly before he twisted it hard. He pulled my nipple toward him and I cried out as a stinging blossom of pain burst across my breast. I tried to arch toward him to lessen the discomfort, but the way I was pinned against the wall limited just how much I was able to move.
When he finally released my aching bud, a second wave of hurt followed and I sucked in a breath just as his fingers captured my other breast. I tensed, knowing what was coming and not being ready for it all the same.
It hurt just as much as the first, if not more so because I had already begun to fear those punishing digits.
“Are you afraid of me now, omega?” he asked.
I couldn’t help myself as I growled in return.
“No.”
He chuckled and swiftly gathered my wrists in his hand before pinning them against the wall far above my head. I tried to pull out of his grasp, but his hold was firm. I fought him, but with every movement I was exceedingly aware of the jiggle of my breasts, of the way my back was arched as if I was presenting my chest for him, and of just how hard my nipples were for him.
I reddened at the realization.
“The first night we met, I spanked your bare little bottom, didn’t I, omega?” he asked.
“Bastard,” I scoffed.
“Answer me, omega,” he growled. His alpha was demanding my obedience and my omega cowered nervously before him.
“Yes, Alpha,” I finally managed to answer through gritted teeth.
“You also learned that I wouldn’t hesitate to spank your pretty little pussy bright pink that night too, didn’t you?” he pressed.
I hummed with as much false bravado as I could muster.
His fingers tightened on my nipple, pulling it toward him harshly once again. I cried out as he twisted it cruelly, punishing me with just those fingers until I said the words he wanted to hear.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered.
“Tonight, you’re going to learn that your pretty breasts can be punished too,” he warned. His hand tightened around my wrists and he struck my right breast with his hand. The flats of his fingers caught my nipple, already sore and aching from being so thoroughly pinched and I cried out in shock.
Oh, gods. That hurt.
The tension between us imploded as he began to spank my breasts. Stinging pain radiated across my pale flesh as he punished them just as firmly as he spanked my bare backside that first time. I watched in horror and painful arousal as his fingers marked my skin. He would strike me, and the marks of his fingers would practically glow bright white at first, but then they’d turn pink. He didn’t stop when I cried out from his cruelty. Instead, he just ensured that he held
