CHAPTER TWENTYAutumn-8
After they cleared the dishes away, the two of them headed to bed, this time not bothering with putting on pajamas. Instead, Malcolm sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she slowly undressed in front of him, taking her time to peel off layer by layer as provocatively as she could muster.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes, very much so.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Anything you like. Maybe you should just take what you want,” she purred, feeling naughty and sexy, two things she’d never felt in her whole life, but there was something about him that brought it out in her.
When they had met, she had been filled with anxiety and self-loathing, and there was still a hint of that buried inside of her, but something new was beginning to emerge. She was hungry, wanton. Something about being alone with a wolf shifter gave her power, like she was able to cross all the boundaries and do what she wanted. She was no longer beholden to her father or betrothed to Trevor. There was no all-powerful thumb holding her in place. Instead, she was free to be whoever she wanted, and right now, what she most wanted to be was a fierce creature with an appetite for the flesh.
“You seem to be out of hand, young lady. Perhaps you need a spanking.”
“Perhaps you need one instead,” she told him.
He cocked his head to one side, studying her for a moment. She felt a little ripple of fear. Was she going too far? She hadn’t meant to do a one-eighty from being an innocent virgin to doing her impression of a Union Street whore. Perhaps she should tone it down a bit.
“Nah, I think I’d prefer to do the spanking,” he told her, grabbing her ankles to flip her over on her stomach.
She giggled as he grabbed both asscheeks with his hands and fondled them tightly for a moment before pulling both away. A loud pop filled the air around them as his hand came down solidly on her bare ass, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake.
“Ummph,” she said in response to the swift strike.
“Do you need another?” he asked.
“Yes, I believe that I do,” she replied, very aware of the effect that turning over her control to him was already having on her.
She would have thought it was the last thing she wanted to do, considering how she had been treated in her life, but with him, it was if everything were different. She wanted to let him have control, she wanted to let him have the power, and he took it, landing another slap squarely on her remaining check.
“Oh, yeah. That’s beautiful. My handprint looks perfect on your lovely backside,” he told her.
She could feel his cock pressing into her thigh. She enjoyed knowing that she had that effect on him and wanted to make him want her more. Her bottom stung with the blows from his hand, but she wanted more. She wanted him to spank her like she was a wolf bitch and spank her like she belonged to him and him alone. He was all too happy to comply.
“Get up on your knees,” he told her.
Autumn climbed upward, positioning herself on all fours, and waited for another slap on her behind. Instead, she felt him moving backward, spreading her legs further apart and then pulling her back so that she was sitting on his face. He looked up at her, reaching around to knead her tits with his hands as he lapped at her center, tugging at her clit with his teeth and tongue fucking her as she smeared her juices across his face.
Each time she got close, he would pull away, building and building toward what felt like a bomb ready to explode inside of her. She was on the edge again as he sucked on her clit and then let go, but this time, he slipped from beneath her, moving behind her and pulling her roughly back up onto her knees with his arm around her waist.
There was none of the gentleness he had shown their first time as he positioned himself behind her and buried the full length of his massive cock inside her, causing her to cry out. His hand slipped forward, resting gently around her neck. He didn’t squeeze, but let it lay there, more symbolic of who was in charge than anything.
Then he pulled it away, his hands on either side of her waist as he slammed into her again and again, pumping her full of his hardness as she squealed and begged him for more.
“Is this what you wanted?’ he asked her, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes. Fuck me harder, Malcolm,” she grunted, her body rocking back and forth against his.