Chapter 220 – Ella and Sinclair

Ella

“Please, please, please?” I begged, resting my forehead on my forearms.

Sinclair rumbled thoughtfully, swatting my bottom with one powerful hand while the other skillfully moved between my legs. He’d been at this for over half an hour, though it began as punishment. He’d bent me over the mattress, peppering my behind with soft spanks as he lectured me about honesty, health, and safety. My legs gave way, and he moved me onto my hands and knees. That’s when he began tormenting my neglected sex—no doubt unable to resist the arousal his chastisement had created.

He leaned down to kiss me between my shoulder blades. “I don’t know,” he said devilishly. “As naughty as you’ve been, I don’t think you deserve to come yet.” He sank two thick fingers inside me, using his thumb to circle my clitoris and his fingers to find my G-spot.

“Dominic, I can’t hold out any longer,” I whimpered, trying to wiggle away. This only earned me a few especially hard smacks. The pain bloomed over my heated skin, sending delicious currents of electricity to my already overwhelmed erogenous zones. The sting perfectly complemented the pleasure, and his dominance reduced my wolf to a puddle of goo.

“Don’t even think about coming before I give you permission, little wolf,” he warned, a dark edge in his deep voice. “You’ve been running wild without me, and that ends tonight.”

I bit my lip, whining pitifully as I fought to control myself despite his expert touch. It was useless; the heady combination of pleasure and pain was unbearable. His fingers thrust into me, stretching me—preparing me for his cock. The anticipation only excited me further, and when he felt me begin to spasm, he pulled his hand free and swatted my swollen clitoris. I moaned helplessly as I lost control, overwhelmed by sensation.

He returned to stroking me as I rode the shuddering bliss, his hands driving me even higher. He didn’t let me come down, forcing me to a second, terrifying peak. I didn’t recognize the keening cry that escaped my lips, and when I could think again, my mate’s husky voice was full of triumph.

“Oh, you bad girl,” he scolded, sounding not the least bit disappointed. He returned to spanking me, his fingers coated with my wetness, enhancing the burn. “You have a lot of nerve, trouble. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Your… fault,” I gasped, tears burning my eyes. “You made me.”

I found myself on my back, my mate hovering above, his eyes glowing. He flashed his fangs in a lethal grin. I knew I was right—he’d wanted me to lose control. “Excuses, excuses,” he growled, kissing his way down my body. “Greedy little wolf—stealing orgasms that belong to me.”

I tossed my head back and forth as he nipped and licked my thighs, knowing arguing was useless when his inner animal was unleashed. “Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured, chuckling at my crimson flush. He hovered his lips over my still-pulsing clitoris and blew cool air on it. I hissed at the sensation. “Are you sore already, mate? I’m just getting started.”

“Am I done being punished?” I asked softly, unsure if I wanted mercy or more torment. My insatiable wolf urged me to ask for more—to provoke him—but my body would pay the price. I felt Sinclair delving into our bond, sensing this truth. He wouldn’t stop until my wolf was satisfied, but a wave of tenderness washed over me.

“Not even close,” he crooned, kissing me. It was a chaste kiss, considering what he’d done, but when he pulled back, he cupped my cheek, his gaze intense. “I won’t give you more than you can take, Ella, but we can always pause if you’re overwhelmed,” he reminded me. “You’re safe, and I love you. Just keep the bond open.”

I nodded, and he kissed me again, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I got lost in the feeling, already wondering how long I’d have to wait before he claimed me fully. He chuckled, kissing his way down my neck and petting my hip.

“Wait,” I objected, wanting to pause, but not for the reason he thought. He looked up from his exploration of my breasts, giving me his full attention. “I really am sorry for everything that happened while you were away,” I whispered, tangling my fingers in his hair. “For everything I did.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we’re past all that,” he purred, stroking my sides as he sucked one nipple into his mouth. “This is just for fun now,” he continued in my mind, flicking his tongue over the bud and teasing the other with his fingers. I arched into his touch, relief coursing through me. I knew this fight would be one of many, and there would be times he was wrong and I was right. But not this time, and it was incredibly freeing to feel such catharsis—as if I’d paid my penance and we could move forward on even footing.

“Fun for who?” my wolf sassed, apparently ready to run rampant with her clean conscience. “As far as I can tell, you’re the one having all the fun here.”

He nipped my breast with his canines, looking at me with a devious expression. “That reminds me,” he said in a tone that made me wary. “I took quite a journey through your dreams, little mate—into your nightmares.”

“You did?” I asked, curious about how he’d accomplished this, and why he was telling me.

“Indeed,” he nodded, looking more predatory. “Including a very heated fantasy you haven’t shared with me.”

If his dirty talk made me blush, this was nothing compared to the embarrassment and panic I felt. “Which one?” I gulped.

He cocked his head, as if surprised there were multiple. “I think you should guess. Start with the one that excites you most—since you’re so worried about having fun.”

His response made me realize he was fishing, trying to make me reveal dreams he hadn’t witnessed. I narrowed my eyes. “Oh no, you don’t, Dominic,” I countered. “I’m not going to let you embarrass me even more.”

“Embarrass?” he interrupted, frowning. “What is there to be embarrassed about? We all have fantasies, Ella.”

“Oh, would you like to tell me some of yours? Or some of the weird dreams you’ve had that have no basis in reality? I’m pregnant, by the way—half my dreams are crazy!” I reminded him, getting worked up.

“I remember, baby,” he replied, kissing my belly and purring to calm me. “And I’ll gladly tell you my fantasies. Though I have to confess that I already have plans to enact them with you when we have the time… and equipment.”

The last word made me squirm, but his purrs were working. “Just tell me what you saw,” I pouted.

He took pity on me. “Well, you were wearing a bright red cloak, but otherwise you were stark naked…”

“I remember,” I winced, avoiding his gaze.

His suggestive purrs pulled my attention back. “We already have this room, which looks like a forest, and I’m sure I’ve seen a red coat in your closet.”

“You mean, you actually want to…?” I trailed off, shocked by his eagerness.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he asked, sitting up and pulling me with him. “I love seeing you turned on, so I’m bound to find anything that gets you excited sexy.” It made sense, but I felt uncertain. Sensing this, he growled, “Besides, it’s not as if it would be difficult to get into the role—if I was out in the woods and saw your luscious body flashing at me from under a little cloak, I wouldn’t be able to resist gobbling you up. I might even want to make you pay for teasing me.”

“I think I would feel silly,” I confessed, even as a shiver ran down my spine. “What would I even say?”

He flashed his fangs, trailing his hand down my body. “That’s the beauty, sweetheart. The lines are already written for you.”

My sex clenched, and I took a deep breath, summoning my courage. I began to back away, widening my eyes innocently. “My Mr. Wolf, what big hands you have…”