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“Make me forget?” I practically begged, dropping to my knees. His eyes widened in shock but his cock hardened at the sight of me waiting. Wrapping my hands around him, I stroked him slowly until he was rock hard under my attention. He was thick and I knew this would be a challenge, but one I was more than happy to face.
Opening my mouth, I guided him to my lips, teasing the tip with my tongue. He let out a low, satisfied noise that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. His fingers tangled in my hair as I flattened my tongue, torturing him each time he pulled out and snapped his hips forward. My hands moved to his ass, squeezing the work of art in my hands. I glanced up at him, nearly coming from the sight alone. His hair was even more tousled, his eyes unfocused and his face slack as he lost himself in the pleasure I was giving him.Fuck he’s sexy.
Just like I’d asked, he wasn’t gentle, groaning as I gagged around him. I put all my focus on making the alpha lose control. His pace picked up, fucking my throat roughly enough I knew it’d be sore tomorrow, but that was exactly what I needed.
“Up,” he ordered. His voice shook, his control all but lost now. I didn’t stop, knowing damn well he’d punish me for it. He grasped at the shower walls, bracing himself as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him off with everything I had. It was less than a minute before he was spilling down my throat, my name on his lips like a curse and a prayer.
Satisfied with myself, I pulled away and stood, facing him with a smug grin. He leaned in, resting his forehead to mine.
“You’re a brat, aren’t you?” he accused softly, voice still shaky from his orgasm. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Torture me with orgasms sounds like a solid start,” I mused, backing out of the shower slowly. He narrowed his eyes and shut off the water, watching as I turned and ran.
“When I find you, it’s over,” he growled, running after me. My laughter echoed against the high ceilings as I ran through the hall, ducking into a room I hadn’t been in before. My steps faltered at the sight of the bed in the middle of the room, restraints fixed on the four corners. The black satin sheets were clean and crisp, the corners tucked in professionally. The twisted metal frame gave the perfect place to fix the restraints.
The room itself was pristine but not clinically so. The dim lights and dark-red walls gave it a cozy, inviting feel. The bed may have been the centerpiece of the room but the display on the left wall was what drew my attention.
Hanging there, was a vast display of leather riding crops, handcuffs, and blindfolds. As far as BDSM went, it was light, but it was the last thing I expected.
“Uh, Callum?”
“Yes, little wolf?” he growled right in my ear, making me jump. “Intrigued?”
“Mainly why you have this when it’s just you and the pack here and you don’t let outsiders in,” I joked. But my mouth had gone dry, and I was more than willing to play with him. But I couldn’t shake the hint of jealousy that was snaking through me.
“Have you played before?” he asked. Shit. Apparently I was so shocked I lost my filter completely.
“No,” I admitted. “But I’m willing.” Goosebumps erupted on my skin, not just from the after-shower cool air, but from what was about to unfold.
“That makes me incredibly happy,” he groaned. “And to answer your questions, I’ve had a few play partners, but it was casual. No strings attached.”Good. That I could handle.
“So, what should I do, Alpha?” He took a deep, calming breath.
“Hearing you say alpha is so much different than anyone else. It’s fucking hot,” he said. “Go lie down, little wolf. I think you demanded that I torture you with orgasms. Red to stop, yellow to slow. Got it?”
“Yes,” I whispered, moving to the middle of the bed and lying down, stretching my arms and legs out. The satin sheets clung to my wet skin, but Callum didn’t care and neither did I.
“Now that’s a sight,” he praised me. My skin flushed at his attention, and I bit my lip, feeling almost vulnerable under his heavy gaze. His steps were slow as he walked to my left ankle first, teasing his fingertips over the skin there, feather-light and gentle, yet it had my breathing increasing in anticipation. He secured the strap around my ankle before moving on to the next. He repeated the process until I was restrained, spread out for him, chest heaving, and pussy dripping already.
“When I said torture,” I hedged. “I didn’t mean literal torture, you can move faster, Alpha.”
“Oh no, little wolf. You’re not in charge here.” He chuckled. Callum walked to the display, choosing a long, sleek riding crop.
I’d never played in pain before, but I liked things rough so I wasn’t worried. But I had a feeling that Callum wasn’t a sadist, but a pleasure Dom.
He walked around me, trailing the crop over my skin, starting at my temple, down the side of my face, then down my chest, teasing over my nipples before striking my breast. It wasn’t hard, just enough to sting. I gasped and arched against it. He smirked down at me, completely enraptured in his role as he continued to tease. Small circles and light touches, then a snap I could never predict. He followed the trails of water down my body, the sting more intense anywhere I was still wet, heightening both the pleasure and pain.
I rocked my hips into nothing, nearing on desperate to get relief when he finally moved lower. Of course he teased my thighs instead, skipping over my wet pussy, refusing to give in. My hands instinctively pulled at the restraints so I could reach him, but they didn't budge. Letting out a growl of frustration, I gave them one last hard yank and glared up at him.
“Patience, little wolf. I want you salivating for me, desperate and on edge.”
“I already am,” I protested. That earned a slight snap against my inner thigh. This one stung more than the rest and my breathing increased again, glaring down the alpha circling me like I was his prey. “Please, Alpha.”
“What is it that you want, Vanya?” he asked, continuing to tease down one leg, then back up to my pussy. He swirled the crop around my clit. I whimpered at the sensation but he was gone just as quickly, back to teasing down my skin. The alpha was clearly reveling in his power, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he watched me unravel under his teasing.
“To come,” I pleaded again. “Fuck me, Alpha.”
He stopped and let out a low rumble. “That’s not fair,” he protested. “That name, that voice, how can I resist.”
