She nods in understanding, and I respond with a smirk.
“You are aware that punishment is necessary, correct?” I state, dismounting the bed to retrieve my riding crop.
She inclines her head, a little smile gracing her lips. She attempts to rise, but a growl from me serves as a reminder of my authority, prompting her to return to her previous position, her eyes filled with defiance.
She is undoubtedly inviting retribution, my wolf, Arden, chuckles.
I approach her, pausing to appreciate the flawless contours of her posterior, her slender waist, and her bosom. Notwithstanding our disparities, Nellie is remarkable, and my wolf and I occasionally violate her form to satiate our desires. She is the ideal submissive, deriving pleasure from suffering and willingly complying with my requests.
Although we harbour no affection for one another, we possess a mutual understanding in the bedroom, having mutually consented to assume submissive and dominant roles during our encounters, with no further engagement outside of those interactions. We are permitted to engage with other partners at our discretion, provided our bedroom remains exclusively ours.
I trace the leather tip of the riding crop over her bare shoulders, sweeping aside her hair before guiding the crop up her spine. Nellie contorts her back in response to the sensation, her breathing accelerating as I approach her posterior. I remove her ball gag, with Nellie moistening her lips as she anticipates directions.
“Five licks for insubordination.”
“Merely five?” She purrs, aware that she is provoking me.
I swiftly seize her by the neck and elevate her, positioning her back against my bare chest, while Nellie endeavours to suppress her eagerness; but, I can detect her erection intensifying with the expectation of her punishment.
“Given your apparent eagerness to retort, let us explore the capabilities of that petite mouth,” I provoke her, a sneer forming on her lips. I position her so that she is at eye level with my genitalia. “Consume,” I command, as Nellie eagerly moistens her lips.
“Affirmative, Alpha,” she responds, deliberately accentuating her posterior for my advantage.
I grasp her hair to prevent it from obstructing her and direct her along my length, her tongue caressing me as she deepens her intake. I gently retract her, her cheeks indenting as she performs oral stimulation on me.
“Do you enjoy that?” I snarl, striking the crop against Nellie’s exposed posterior. “Do you relish being my submissive?”
She reacts by brushing her tongue over my tip, eliciting a shudder of pleasure along my spine. She engulfs me completely once more, and I commence thrusting into her mouth, observing in ecstasy as she struggles with my girth repeatedly.
As I approach climax, I withdraw, her mouth producing a pronounced pop. She whimpers as I compel her to kneel once again.
“Open,” I instruct, grasping my p***s to achieve climax.
Nellie opens her mouth, extending her tongue to consume my semen, her tongue gliding over her lips to capture every each drop.
I take a rag to clean her chin, and she smiles at me with avarice.
“Thank you, Alpha,” she purrs. “Thank you for ejaculating in my mouth.”
“I am not done with you yet,” I assert, pressing her face into the pillows and elevating her posterior. “You still require your additional punishment.”
“Indeed, Alpha,” she chuckles, swaying her hips. “Kindly discipline me.”
“Fifteen licks for exhibiting a smart mouth, but you may request cessation if it becomes excessive,” I caution, to which she responds with a nod. “Verbal communication, Nellie. I require words.”
“Affirmative, Alpha,” she responds. “I shall employ my safeword.”
Content that we concur on this punishment, I strike her naked posterior with the crop, eliciting a gasp from Nellie as her skin flushes a vivid pink where the leather tip contacts her body. The aroma of her arousal intensifies, further igniting my need.
“Thank you, Alpha,” she breathes, a small amount of fluid trickling down the side of her thighs.
I administer 14 additional strikes with the crop, each time Nellie expressing gratitude for the chastisement. Aware that her endurance is waning, I extend her legs to their maximum and insert my tip between the folds of her entrance.
“Are you prepared to be my obedient submissive?” I enquire, placing lips on her shoulder. “Will you comply for your Alpha?”
“Yes, sir,” she pleads as I glide my fingertip over the edge of her slit to provoke her. “I-I will behave now. I… I promise.”
I prolong my teasing, observing her toes curl and uncurl as she struggles to suppress her groans.
“You may vocalise your pleasure now,” I concede, prompting Nellie to emit a prolonged, indulgent groan of relief.
“Thank you, Alpha,” she weeps, her body contorting as I thrust into her.
The sound of skin striking and her gasps compose an exquisite symphony, drawing me increasingly closer to climax. Nellie’s legs tremble, her muscles contracting as she nears her peak.
