Oh, wow. No pressure at all.
“Uh…But what if the marriage ended in three weeks? How would that look? Wouldn’t that also make people question your virility?”
“Let’s worry about that then, shall we?”
Before I had a chance to argue, he swept me off my feet with his shifter strength, and carried me down the hall and to the bedroom. He dropped me on to the bed.
“By the way, I don’t know how you do things where you’re from, but tradition says that in the bedroom, the Alpha always takes the lead. I am the boss in the bedroom. End of story, period.”
While I was still spluttering with indignation, he grabbed the front of my shirt with his two hands and ripped it in half.
“Hey!” I squealed. “I don’t have another shirt!”
“Well then. I guess you’re trapped in the bedroom with me. Or, if you want me to get you another one, you’ll have to ask very, very nicely. I do accept sexual favors as bribes.”
He grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them off before I could argue with him.
Then, he gestured at the table full of sex toys.
“You know what happens when a pack member disrespects an Alpha, don’t you?”
Yes, I must certainly did.
“Well, er, in California the Alphas tend to be very forgiving,” I lied. “They tend to give the offender a second chance.”
That was not true. Nowhere in the world was it a good idea to show disrespect, or in any way displease an Alpha.
“Really? If I called your pack to verify that, what would they say?”
My cheeks heated, and I stared at the ground.
“Oh, Josephine, you are getting yourself in deeper and deeper,” he said.
“I see that now,” I murmured. “Too late for a do-over?”
He laughed at that. “I’m going to let you pick your implement of punishment.” So, that would be a no.
I looked over the table hesitantly. “Um.”
“Or, I can pick.”
That sounded dangerous. I quickly pointed at a riding crop. He grabbed it, picked it up, and handled it lovingly.
“Lie face down on the bed,” he said sternly.
“By the way,” he added, “Your safe word is tomato. I would never take a woman who doesn’t want me. If you say the safe word, I will stop immediately, and go to sleep in my own bedroom.”
Meekly, I turned around and complied. The comforter was silky and soft, and smelled sweet, like pine needles.
I tensed, waiting for the blow, but instead he trailed his fingers lovingly along my buttocks. Everywhere that he touched, my skin lit up with pleasure.
“You like it when I do that?” he crooned.
“No,” I lied again.
He ran his fingers along my pussy lips, which were oozing with the juices of my arousal. I whimpered in pleasure, and squirmed at his touch.
Crack! The whip came down, and struck my buttocks, living a stinging stripe on my skin. I jerked and cried out.
“I’m your husband. I’m also the Alpha. You shouldn’t lie to me. Every time that you do, I will punish you. Now, let’s try that again. Do you like it?” He traced the red stinging line gently with his fingers.
“Yes,” I gasped, shuddering with pleasure.
So, the reputation of the Timber Valley pack was partly true. They were domineering and kinky. I’d just never realized how incredibly sexy it was to be dominated – if it was by the right man.
“You deceived me by wearing that charm,” he said. Crack! The riding crop came down, and I jumped again, and let out a squeal.
“You climbed out the window and ran away from me, your husband.” Crack!
Oh, mercy, I could feel those stinging lines. At the same time, I felt a heat flaring through my body that I’d never experienced before. I felt hollow and filled with liquid desire. Every inch of my body was exquisitely sensitive, craving Maxwell’s touch.
I’d dated a few guys in college, had sex with two of them. They were okay. I didn’t orgasm. I’d learned to take care of myself, after we were done. I even faked orgasms with them, just to be polite.
Right now, I was incredibly close to coming without Maxwell even entering me.
As if he read my mind, he slipped his fingers between my legs, and began rubbing the pad of his thumb on my clit. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my body.
“Oh,” I whimpered, and moved my legs wider apart. I never wanted him to stop.
“How does that feel?”
“S-so…good…” The heat was building, gathering in a point low in my groin. It was a pressure that was as painful as it was pleasurable. I needed release.
It seemed as if he could read me all too well. “You’re not allowed to come yet.” He pulled his hand away.