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I carefully reached behind my back and undid the clasps of my bra one by one. The delicate lingerie popped open from the back and I hesitantly rounded my shoulders forward, allowing the straps to slip down my arms. Carefully though, I held the cups in place with my fingers. I didn’t bare myself just yet.
Instead, I swayed my hips from side to side. Kiba growled low in appreciation and my core squeezed tight. I moaned softly, feeling the seat of my panties grow even wetter against my skin. When I was ready, I allowed the bra to drop to the floor, revealing my breasts to his view. My nipples were already pebbled into tight little buds, just begging for his fingers to pinch them and for his lips to suckle them, maybe even for his teeth to bite them.
Perhaps he’d do all of the above.
I fingered the edge of my panties next, just slipping my fingertips beneath the hem and gliding them along my flesh. It seemed as though my nipples peaked even harder than before, aching for him to take me hard just like I needed, just like what I wanted.
My skin blazed with scalding heat as I carefully slid my panties down my hips, inch by inch until I paused, right before I completely bared my pussy to him. Instead, I slipped my fingers in between my thighs, just touching the soaking wetness that was dripping down my folds. I just glanced against my sensitive clit and gasped at the incredible sensation that jolted through me at that simple touch.
“Naughty girl, touching yourself without permission. It appears I’m going to have to start reminding you of your place with that naked bottom over my knee, isn’t that right, little mate?” he whispered, and I whimpered with arousal.
My hand stilled and for a moment, I contemplated removing my fingers, but I wanted more than just that touch. I wanted to come. Through hooded eyes, I gazed up at him and boldly decided to continue even though he was watching. He smiled and his eyes darkened, suddenly reminding me of a feral beast about to strike.
And he was coming for me.
“Keep it up, little mate, and that bare little bottom isn’t the only thing that’s going to get spanked tonight,” he warned, and a visible shudder racked my small frame. I bit my lip. Was I brave enough to continue? Could I handle his punishing palm?
Did I want to? What if I did?
I wanted to be thoroughly reminded of my place. I wanted to forget everything that happened in the past and I wanted to only think about the future.
About us. About the child he was going to put in my belly tonight.
Nothing else.
He stalked toward me and I backed up into the wall. His large frame surrounded me, making me feel smaller and more vulnerable than ever. One hand slapped against the wall next to my head and the other knocked my hand out of the way, only to grasp my panties in his thick fingers instead.
“I’m going to very much enjoy turning that bare little ass of yours and that pretty pink pussy red with my palm, naughty mate.”
“I’m not afraid,” I countered, even though I knew it was a lie.
“You should be,” he answered darkly and my pussy clenched hard in response. He pulled at my panties just a little, dragging the lace across my clit, back and forth. Waves of desire compounded through me, swirling and intensifying with every last stroke. I moaned and shuddered with need, arching my hips against him and silently begging for more.
“Are you enjoying this?” he asked, and I should have heeded the warning in his tone, but I didn’t. I was too far gone to recognize how his body had stiffened or the simmer of a threat that was hidden behind his words.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured as I edged my own fingers along his strong forearms.
He chuckled, amused at my reaction. Then he stopped rubbing my clit with the lace of my panties. I whined at the loss of sensation, wanting more than he’d given me.
“What do you need, little mate?”
“To be reminded of my place, sir,” I replied.
“That’s exactly what’s going to happen. Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, feeling my arousal catapult inside me, looking for an out.
“Good.”
His grip on my panties tightened and then he roughly ripped them from my body. The fabric pinched hard at my sensitive lips and fiery agony burned across my wet folds. I pitched forward, but his body was there to block me, forcing me to quiver through every last wave of painful sensation that washed over me.
“Did that hurt, little mate?”
“It did, sir,” I whimpered.
“It was supposed to. And I promise you this, that little pussy is going to be a whole lot sorer by the time I’m finally through with you, omega,” he said firmly.
My legs trembled and practically gave out beneath me. The need to flee quivered through me for a long second before I pushed it away. I had feared him before but now I did more than ever and by the look in his eyes, he knew it too.
