Beyond the Dark (Red 3)
Staying is so much better.
Sucking it up is so much better.
Being strong and brave and wonderful is so much better.
I can do this.
I move my feet slowly. I place one foot in front of the other as I move toward my wolf. I move toward Nash. The space in our room has never felt so huge before. It’s never felt so scary before.
I don’t even know exactly what I’m scared of. The pain? Maybe. Maybe a little. I know this isn’t going to be fun at first, but I know the slow burn the spanking builds is going to make me wet. I know it’s going to make me excited.
If Nash wants to play this way, I have a feeling he’s going to want to try other things, too. He’s not just going to spank me and let me come. He’s not going to spank me and then give me an amazing orgasm and call it a day. No, if Nash wants my submission in this way, he’s going to want it in others.
He’s going to make me trust him.
He’s going to make me fall apart beneath his touch.
And I’m not sure if I’m ready.
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“You have five seconds to get in front of me or you’re getting a double dose of spanking,” Nash says calmly. His voice is deep, husky. He’s aroused. I can see his dick straining at his pants, and I can see why he kept his slacks on.
If he took them off, we’d already be having sex. There’s no way I’d be able to resist bolting to my knees in front of him, taking his cock in my mouth, and sucking him until he was about to come. He’d turn me around and bend me over, slamming into me until I screamed out my orgasm.
Still, Nash’s threat works because I manage to scurry in front of him before the five second countdown ends.
“Good girl,” he says, and I feel a rush of pride jolt through my body.
Good girl.
He thinks I’m a good girl.
The idea is sweet to me and the compliment feels nice. Some women might feel patroniz
ed, might think he’s treating me like a pet, but I don’t mind. I like it. I like the way he murmurs to me. I like the things he whispers.
“Now, let’s get you out of that dress, shall we?”
I nod, suddenly unable to speak. If I say anything at all, I’m going to start begging, and that’s not the way we’re playing right now. This is all about Nash and his control right now. It’s all about me giving myself up to him as an offering. It’s all about trust. It’s all about our power exchange and right now, Nash holds all the cards.
I won’t beg him.
I bite my bottom lip to stop from asking him to just kiss me, to stop from asking him to suck on my nipples just a little. They’re already hard and pointy and it’s all I can do to keep from playing with them myself.
I watch Nash take me in. He looks at me with those dark eyes, watching me like he wants to fucking devour me. I know he’s going to ravage me tonight. I know he’s going to take everything I have to give, and I love knowing we’re in this together.
I love knowing that after all this time, he still looks at me like I’m a luscious treat just for him.
I love knowing that he still wants me, needs me, gets me.
“Turn around, Scarlett,” he says, using my given name. Most people call me Red. Most people just know the color of my cloak. Most people don’t see beyond that, but Nash does. Nash sees me.
Slowly, I turn around so I’m facing away from him. I hear Nash get off the bed, but he doesn’t speak right away. Not just yet. First, he touches me, and my whole body comes to live. He strokes up and down my arms, gently tracing my skin with the tips of his fingers.
Then he shifts his fingers, just a little, and I feel the sharp sting of his claws as they scratch my skin. I’ll never get used to these half-wolf shifts he can do, but tonight, it’s incredibly arousing as he touches me with his claws. He doesn’t pierce my skin, but Nash puts pressure on my arms, and I’m very aware of how powerful, of how strong he is.
He shifts his paws back to fingers and resumes touching my skin. I try to stand quietly, try to keep my breathing even, but it’s hard. It’s nearly impossible. I feel like the whole world is spinning and my heart is going crazy. I breathe in and out, but then I stop.