The Alpha's Domination(17)

He released her hands and kept his gaze on her. “Test me, Dawn, and you’ll regret it.”

“I won’t, Sir.”

“Good.” Sliding to the floor, he cupped her tits, feeling the rounded tips fill his palms. They were so big that he couldn’t hold them within his hands. He pinched both nipples together. Dawn’s legs slid open revealing her creamy cunt to his gaze.

Closing the distance between them, he sucked her clit into his mouth.

She screamed, jerking on the bed. Her hands didn’t touch him.

He pinched her nipples a little tighter, rubbing the nubs afterward as he sucked, bit, and flicked her clit.

Her cum was soaking his chin, and he drank it up.

“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he said, waiting for her to do as he ordered. Her legs opened a little wider.

Pressing his tongue into her cunt, he glided his tongue up to circle her clit. He used his nails to pinch her nipples at the same time he bit her clit. The pain along with the pleasure must have set her off as she screamed out her release, filling his mouth with her cum.

He moaned, drinking her down, loving the taste. She rubbed her pussy all over his face.

When he was finished, he climbed up the bed smiling down at her. Daniel didn’t wipe the juices from his chin.

“Get in bed and remember my rules tomorrow.”

“What about you?” she asked.

He slapped her ass as she started to shuffle into bed. “I’ll deal with myself. Stubborn little subs don’t get to touch my cock.” He walked toward the open connecting door. Before closing it, he turned back to look at Dawn. “Remember, Dawn, I was the first man to bring you to orgasm. I can do that every night without effort. Your pussy is so fucking tasty.”

Closing the door behind him, he walked toward the bathroom. Staring at his reflection he saw the color change of his eyes. His wolf was close to the surface. Climbing into the shower, he turned the freezing cold water on waiting for the temperature to take care of his problem.

The water cascaded over his body doing little to relieve the ache her body had caused. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he growled. The taste of her pussy had been exquisite. She’d be a delight to have by his side to love, to claim, to fuck.

Ours.

Not only was he going to claim Dawn, he intended to own her. Closing his eyes, he pictured her creamy brown cunt, begging for his cock. She’d look so fucking good taking his dick into her body.

He was big compared to her. Daniel would need to take his time to get her ready to take his cock. She needed to be wet enough, slick, and he’d need to go slow.

She likes pain.

Maybe he wouldn’t need to go too slow. He could work with Dawn. First, he needed to strip down those walls she’d built up around her heart and her emotions. To a lot of people, Dawn was cut off, emotionless, depressed. He knew it wasn’t the case. There was no way a woman with that much passion locked up inside could be filled with nothing. He was going to bring her out, learn every part of her, and then show her how she could be herself around him. There was no shame in submitting to her mate or to embrace a life of a submissive.

Working from the root down to the tip, Daniel fucked his fist, moaning as the pleasure built inside him.

His seed spurted out coating the floor of the cold shower. He watched it wash away. The orgasm was nothing like what he wanted to feel, but once he was inside Dawn, he just knew it was going to be explosive.

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Dawn woke up to the alarm beside her bed ringing. She frowned, reaching out to press on the button to turn the blasted machine off. Staring at the time she let out a groan. It was seven o’clock. Who in their right mind would set the alarm for seven? The unfairness of it wasn’t even funny.

Suddenly, the memory of last night rushed over her. Sitting up in bed, she glanced around the room. The lace curtains were shut apart from the ones at the base of the bed showing the door connecting her room to Daniel’s. Her heart raced as her pussy flooded with warmth from what he had done to her last night. Glancing down at her nipples she saw they were slightly bruised. Her skin was dark, yet she saw the off purple of the bruise. Licking her lips, she climbed out of the bed and padded toward the doors. Sliding the curtain open she gasped at the view of the garden. There was a waterfall display at the forefront, which opened up into the most beautiful forest.

He warned us to be ready by seven thirty.

She checked the time and released a squeal. Ten minutes had already gone. Dawn ran for the bathroom quickly doing her business on the toilet before flushing the toilet then washing her hands. Once she finished washing her hands, she found a toothbrush, brushing her teeth. She ran her fingers through her hair, hoping to put some order to the strands. Nothing was working.