Chapter 7

Chapter

Seven

S uddenly Renata had the overwhelming feeling that Bran didn't just play at D/s. He lived it and would expect his mate to live it as well. How had she missed that when he talked about obedience? She'd never been good with doing what she was told, regardless of who was doing the telling. Truth to tell, she was a bit of a brat and often ended up being the dominant one, directing her partner toward what it was she wanted and never being pushed past her boundaries. She wanted someone to take control and to give her what she wanted and needed without her having to give them step-by-step instructions.

"Phoenix."

"Like the city in Arizona in the States?"

"No, like the bird that rises from the ashes."

He slid his hand up between her legs, just shy of the promised land. She lowered her hand to his and guided it to where she wanted it. His finger circled her clit and she moaned appreciatively, but the sound was cut short when his finger and thumb took her clit and gave it a sharp pinch.

"You may have played that way with some guy at a club, but I don't play that way."

She pushed his hand away. "Then maybe I don't want to play at all."

His feral grin returned in spades. "Have those Doms been more interested in fucking you than seeing to your needs?"

Before she knew it, Bran had flipped her upper body over the edge of the tub so that her ass was pointing skyward. He had her pinned down with his hand at the small of her back. He stood up in the hot tub.

"We're going to get this straight from the beginning. Me, Dom. You, sub. If you've got a problem with that, use your safeword and we'll call it a day. If not, you're going to take five."

"Bastard," she snarled.

"Not—Your—Safe—Word—Sweetheart," he said calmly as he smacked her ass once with each word.

Shit. Bran knew how to give a spanking, and not the fun kind. She knew the hot water had intensified the sensation, but damn, that had hurt. He stood, waiting for her—but to do what, she wasn't sure.

"I'm sorry?"

"I don't know who trained you, but he ought to have his teeth knocked out. When you're being disciplined, you call me Sir. Try again, and I warn you, acting out will only make me spank you harder. Go with your gut, Renata, and try again."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"There's my good mate," he crooned as he hauled her up against his body and kissed her, dominating her mouth in a way that made her entire body light up with need and desire. "This is how it is between fated mates. We may as well start the way we'll go."

He set her back on the edge of the tub and she winced. The pain from her brief spanking probably wouldn't last until morning, but right now it made her backside very tender.

He took her chin in his hands and tilted her head, so she had to look him in the eye. "Submit, Renata."

"Yes, Sir," she said choosing for once not to hide from who she was at her core. Deep down she was not a sorceress or a she-wolf, but a woman who had a deep need to submit. However she would do so only to a man who deserved her and would honor that submission. She knew, in the depths of her soul, Bran was that man.

She relaxed her body and let her legs part for him, a deep peace falling over her as he stepped between them again and sank to his knees in front of her. He inhaled deeply, smiling.

"You're more aroused that you were before I spanked you," he said as he dragged his finger through her swollen labia and flicked her clit. "Gorgeous, wet and ripe."

He penetrated her softened and primed with his finger, curling it upward to sweep along the top of her core, making her shudder.

"That's better," he said, lowering his face so that his mouth hovered over her sex. He breathed in her scent. "God, you have the sweetest fragrance."

His tongue darted out and licked from her opening to her clit and back again. She tried to control her reaction, willing her breath to slow. Bran caressed her breast with his free hand and traced her areola with his fingers before giving it a harsh tug.

"All of your orgasms, shudders, shivers, trembles… All of them are mine. You don't withhold them from me, or I'll tie you down and force so many from you you'll be begging me to finish inside you."

She looked at him sharply. How the hell could he know one of her deepest secrets? How did he know that she wasn't truly replete until she'd felt her partner's cum flooding her pussy?

"Yes, Sir," she said trembling at his touch.

He wrapped his muscular arms around her thighs and spread her wide for his enjoyment. He teased and tortured her with small, gentle licks that encompassed her swollen clit as well as her pulsing cunt, which she was sure would be dripping if Bran hadn't been greedily lapping up her honey.

Bran's mouth latched onto her clit, sucking it deep as he penetrated her pussy with two fingers, scissoring them once they were in place. Renata cried out, not quite a howl, but damn close. Renata had a feeling that before it was over, she would be screaming the full-on cry of a she-wolf being satisfied. As he stroked her sweet spot, he suckled her clit and she felt an intense orgasm wash over her, engaging her mind and body in a way that she'd never experienced in the past.

He removed his fingers and licked her one last time before drawing back. His fingers were still wet with her juices, and he put them in his mouth and sucked them clean. She couldn't take her eyes off him, and her body shook with pleasure. Bran rocked back on his feet, stepped out of the tub, and reached back in to sweep her off the edge. She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm probably going to regret this," he murmured.

She stiffened in his arms. "Well don't let me force you to do anything you don't want to. I can grab my things and be out of here in nothing flat."

"Renata, baby, cut me some slack. I don't regret anything I've done where you're concerned. I have a sneaking suspicion that if I asked any of the dungeon monitors where you've played, I'd be told you're notorious for topping from the bottom and when you don't get your way, you act out. For the record, that's the she-wolf in you. Most she-wolves who do best with an alpha male don't submit easily or even willingly to start with. But I'm told by my friends that have accomplished that feat, that when a strong-willed she-wolf does choose to submit, it is the sweetest surrender."

Renata remained silent, giving his words thought. She'd never been talked to this way. It was clear that Bran would call her out on things she'd gotten other men to unwittingly do for her.

"I ought to make you wait at least until after dinner to give you my cock," Bran continued. "But I think I might just die. I have never wanted any woman—human or she-wolf—even half as much as I want you. And that little mini tantrum you started to throw should get you spanked, not fucked, but I'm so fucking hard for you, it's not even funny."

"I probably should let them know at the dormitory that I'm not coming back tonight." She had started to get an idea of what saying yes to earlier was going to entail, and it was clearly not going to be a quick fuck followed by a steak dinner.

"You'll be back tomorrow to get your things. And you can call them when we come up for air. I have to feed you at some point."

"We can finish the appetizers. I know what I want for the main course, and it isn't steak."

He carried her to the bedroom and set her feet on the floor without turning her loose. It was as if the idea of not touching her was unthinkable. He turned back the covers and scooped her up before laying her on her back in the middle of the bed. She leaned back, still basking in the afterglow of the orgasm he'd given her in the hot tub.

She spread her legs in blatant invitation. He looked down at her with a predatory, possessive look. She knew she should say her safeword and run like hell. Branson Norris wasn't playing. He meant to claim her and take her to mate. All the things she'd been told by her aunt and mother played inside her brain, but her heart and soul shouted them down. She belonged to him, and they both knew it.

Bran crawled onto the bed, making himself comfortable in the place she'd so blatantly offered him. She was completely open and vulnerable to him. She was still wet. Or wet again, she couldn't tell. All she knew was she wanted his monster cock shoved deep inside her. He covered her body with his own, slipping his hands under her ass to cup her recently spanked globes, holding her steady as he pushed himself ever so slowly into her.

It had been a while since she'd let a man fuck her. Her pussy was tight and hot and seemed to be trying to pull him deeper. She moaned in utter bliss as he forced himself in further. His hazel eyes widened, and his pupils dilated with lust as he groaned. He continued to press himself deeper inside until he was balls deep. Renata's body shuddered as she adjusted to his size. She could feel the connection between them—it was more than physical, more than lust. This was something so much more.

Bran withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in. Her cunt fought to keep him inside.

"Please, Bran, fuck me. I need you."

She hated the desperation in her voice, but it seemed to do something for him. She had a flash of a distant memory from a past life. They would spend hours in bed, fucking and pleasuring each other. She could feel the way he made her sore and satisfied at the same time. Regardless of how tired she might be or how much her body needed to rest, she knew she would never refuse him and would revel in his lovemaking each time he reached for her.

He gave her more of his weight and nothing had ever felt more right. It was as if he was that piece she'd always felt was missing. He completed the puzzle that was her life. He held her steady and began to thrust powerfully. He was ruthless in his need for her and relentless in pursuing what he wanted.

Bran pounded into her, each surge forward harder and deeper than the last. Her hands came up to grasp his strong biceps before moving to his back. She drew her nails down along either side of his spine. He hissed and hammered her pussy, emitting a fierce growl that made her climax in response. He continued to fuck her through the orgasm and his cock began to twitch and swell. Her sheath clamped down on his pistoning sword and he began thrusting even harder as he released his cum to bathe her ravaged pussy.

Renata's howl was cut short as he brought his mouth down on hers, drinking up the sound. He collapsed on her, giving her his full weight. She stroked his back and made soft, purring noises as he lay atop her. Finally, he rolled from her body, bringing her to lay close by his side. She rested her head on his shoulder, his powerful arm stretching down to run his finger along the cleft of her ass. He pressed against her dark rosette, and she squirmed, eliciting a swat to her backside.

"That's mine too, and I'll have it soon enough."