“Good.” I roll to the edge of the bed and stand up. “But I think you’ll get it a whole lot better when I hammer it home.”
I hold out a hand in invitation, and her brows shoot up to her hairline. “Now?”
“Best to do it while the lesson is fresh in your mind.”
She huffs, and I bite the edge of a grin as she carefully untangles herself from Wings’ arms. She shuffles over to me and I scoop her up, carrying her over to the padded bench I brought in from my room. As I lower us onto it, she reaches out to touch the leather upholstery. “How long have you been planning this punishment, exactly?”
I arrange her across my lap, amused by how stiff her limbs are for something she clearly wants as much as I do. “It’s not like I need to be clairvoyant, Abbie.”
“Because youexpectedme to fuck up?”
I push her head down, ignoring her glare as I run a hand over her rump. Her ass cheeks are round and firm in her sleep shorts, but I know they’ll be soft and loose once I warm them up. “Because I want to spank you most days, and I knew a reason would fall into my hands eventually.”
She huffs, but her spine is slowly unclenching, and she lifts her hips as I ease her sleep shorts down. No panties, and I run an approving finger down the sweet crack of her ass. Slick is already leaking from her pussy and I clench my thighs, well aware that she can feel the muscles shifting under her. Arousal is heavy in the air, my pheromones thickening in anticipation. I watch herlick her lips, but there’s still too much sass and pride in her, and I need to make her feel small and soft. She needs to cling to me, the way Wings clings to her, even in his sleep. It’s the only way she’ll truly understand that her life isn’t just hers anymore.
“Unclench, sweetheart,” I tell her, running my finger over her crack again. Her thighs quiver, but she relaxes an inch, and I dip my finger between her cheeks. I don’t focus on her hole, since we haven’t discussed ass play yet, but I hook my finger lower, gathering some slick from her folds. I drag it back through her crack, watching her muscles flex at the sensation. “You’re wet now, but you’ll be dripping when I’m done.”
“You’re sure about that, Pres?”
I smirk. So much sass for someone who’s already squirming with need.
“I know it.” I wrap my hand around her throat, feeling her claiming bites quiver under my touch. “Your body is mine, Abbie, so I know exactly what turns it on.”
She makes a helpless sound, and I realize my voice has dropped lower. It’s shifted to a dominant register, something that few of my designation can reach. It vibrates in my chest, a dark hum as I circle my hand on her ass. It covers most of her cheek, and I smile at the coarseness of my skin against the pale, pretty globe. “I’ll give you two to start; one for each cheek.” Her head bobs, somewhere between a nod and a protest. “And don’t forget, clenching just makes it hurt more.”
She starts to turn towards me, but I press one hand between her shoulder blades as I bring the other down on her ass. Two quick spanks, equally placed and hard enough to make her skin bloom with heat.
“Ow!” she hisses, trying to push herself up to escape the sting. “What the fuck?”
I press my chest down against her spine, rubbing my chest hairs against her aching ass. “Just as sweet as a kiss,” I taunt, watching the color burn in her cheeks.
“That was closer to a bite, Ark!”
“Want to stop, sweet girl?” I touch her face, skimming her lips and rubbing my slick-coated finger over the tip of her tongue. “Or do you want to be a good girl and come for your alpha?”
Her lashes flutter, so rapidly I can almost hear her brain overheating. “I want… I was just saying…”
“Stop or go, Abbie.”
She huffs again, but her ass slowly presses up against my hand. “How many?”
“As many as it takes,” I murmur, rubbing the pink marks on her cheeks. I’d give just about anything to sink my teeth into them, but I might have to save that for a future punishment. Knowing Abbie, I won’t have to wait long. “But I’d say ten per cheek should be enough. Do you think you can take that many, butterfly?”
She tilts her head, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. “If you think I can, then you must be right.”
“Good omega.” I let her see my smile. She can already smell my arousal and feel the hard ridge of my cock pressing between her ribs, but I tell her anyway. My girl likes to be praised, even if she’s too stubborn to admit it. “You’re making your alpha very happy, sweetheart.”
She blushes and relaxes even further, and I talk her through the next four swats, taking her up to a total of five per cheek. Her ass is a rosy-red vision, and she’s squirming so hard, her hair is sweeping the floor. I gather some more slick from between her thighs, rubbing it into her pretty bud before licking it from my fingers. She sniffles and squirms as I squeeze each cheek, but she jolts in surprise as Bluff steps out of the bathroom, buck naked and sniffing the air.
“Looks like I’m already dreaming,” he says, circling my bench. “Are we playing, or are we teaching our naughty girl a lesson?”
A bit of both, but we’ve worked hard for her submission and I’m not going to relent now. “We’re showing Abbie how important she is to us.”
Bluff plants his feet right beneath her downturned head, his hands on his hips. It’s a dominant position, and I can feel Abbie’s shiver as she breathes him in. “What he means, princess, is that we’ll walk into fucking fire for you, so think twice before you light a match.”
She lifts her head, tears of a different kind welling in her eyes. “I don’t want that. Ever.”
“Well, you’re stuck with us, sweetheart, so get used to it.” Bluff’s voice is hard-edged, but he drops to his knees in front of her, cupping her face in his hands. “Such pretty tears for a naughty girl.” He leans forward and laps one off her cheek with the flat of his tongue. “Tasty, too.”
