Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

K endra

I woke with a start, the first rays of morning sunlight cutting through the thick canopy of leaves overhead, warming my skin. My muscles ached, and I shifted, wincing as I sat up, the events of the previous night flooding back in a rush. The memory of being hunted, captured, and then Rowan tearing through the wolves like a storm… It all felt like a blur, like something out of a half-remembered nightmare.

I blinked, trying to clear the fog from my mind, and that’s when I looked around and spotted him.

He sat a few feet away, crouched on a fallen log, his broad shoulders illuminated by the soft morning light. In his hands, he held a long branch, and I watched, transfixed, as he dragged the edge of a knife down its length, shaving away thin curls of wood. The branch was smooth, pale hickory, and as he worked, I realized what he was doing.

He was carving it into a switch.

My ass clenched nervously.

My breath hitched, and I felt a shiver race down my spine, equal parts fear and something else I couldn’t quite name. He must have heard me, because he paused, his head tilting slightly, and then those intense blue eyes locked onto mine. For a moment, neither of us moved, neither of us spoke, and I felt my heart pound faster, harder, under the weight of his gaze.

“You’re awake,” he said finally, his voice low, gravelly, and I couldn’t help but notice the faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, as if he’d caught me doing something I shouldn’t have. “Good.”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

“What… what are you doing?” I managed to ask, even though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.

Rowan’s gaze flicked back to the switch in his hand, and he continued carving, the movements smooth and controlled.

“Making sure you don’t run off again,” he said simply, and there was a hardness in his tone, a finality that sent another shiver down my spine. “You shouldn’t have left, Kendra. It was far too dangerous.”

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him that I had to go back, that I had to warn Mariah and Lia, but the words died on my lips. The intensity in his eyes, the way his fingers tightened around the hickory branch, told me he wasn’t in the mood for arguments.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?” he continued, and there was an edge to his voice now, something sharp and firm. “You could have been killed.”

“But I wasn’t,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my heart was racing. “You found me. You saved me.”

“Yes,” he growled, and the sound was almost feral, his gaze boring into mine. “I saved you this time. But what about next time? What happens if I’m not there?”

I didn’t have an answer for that, and we both knew it.

He stood then, the switch in his hand, and took a step toward me, his expression dark.

“I told you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous as he loomed over me. “You’re mine, Kendra. And I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Including welting your bare little ass whenever you need it.”

He took my arm and I tried to pull it away, but he didn’t relent. Instead, he jerked me toward the same fallen log he’d carved the switch on and bent me over it. Placing the thin branch to the side, he pressed one hand onto my lower back and snaked his other hand beneath me to unbutton my jeans.

Without any pomp or circumstance, he yanked them down to my knees, baring my ass in one swift motion and I yelped out loud as the cool mountain air caressed my naked cheeks.

My stomach dropped.

He’d spanked me once before with just his hand.

I had no doubt that it would be ten times worse when he had a switch in that same hand.

“Please! I won’t run again!” I cried out.

“I’m going to make sure of that,” he growled, and my stomach dropped to the pit of my toes. I struggled for a moment, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t break free. He had me pinned and my mind reeled as I realized that I was about to get my ass switched for the first time in my life.

“I just wanted to warn my friends! They’re going to take them. They’re talking about taking girls when they’re eighteen and I just wanted to get to them before it’s too late,” I tried.

“I would have helped you, little mate, but instead you ran off without me and put yourself in danger, all while knowing the wolves were still tracking us,” he scolded.

“I—” I tried, but there was really nothing to say. He was right.

“You should have trusted me, my sweet mate,” he said softly, and the guilt ratcheted through me despite everything I tried to do to fight against it.

It was true. I hadn’t even given him a chance. He hadn’t given me any reason not to trust him. He’d saved me, carried me through the woods when I could barely keep my eyes open, and yet I’d slipped away the first moment I could, thinking that I had to do this alone. That I had to be the one to save Mariah and Lia, without asking for his help.

I’d been so afraid of him trying to stop me, so afraid of the possibility that he might think my friends didn’t matter, that I’d convinced myself running off was the only option. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t true. He would have understood. He would have helped me. And instead, I’d just made everything worse, put myself right back into danger.

“I’m sorry, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat, the words swallowed up by the darkness. “I should’ve trusted you. I should’ve let you help.”

“That’s right. You should have, bad girl,” he scolded, and I bit my lip, tensing nervously as his fingers grazed against my bare ass. “You put yourself in danger, Kendra.”

“I know,” I agreed, tears welling up in my eyes, spilling over despite my best efforts to hold them back. “I didn’t think?—”

“No,” he cut me off, his voice ominous. “You didn’t think. And now, you’re going to have to face the consequences of that. You ran from me, Kendra. You didn’t trust me, and that… that’s something I can’t just let slide.”

My breath hitched, and I felt a strange mix of fear and longing twist inside me, a heat pooling low in my belly.

“I… I know,” I stammered, my voice barely more than a breath, and his eyes darkened, flashing with something that made my heart skip a beat.

“You deserve to be punished,” he said, his voice a low growl, and I shivered, the words sending a jolt of electricity through me.

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing, and I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from the forest floor. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again, my voice shaking.

“You will be,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but no less intense. “Because you’re mine, Kendra. And I’ll make damn sure you never forget that.”

I swallowed hard, looking over my shoulder and meeting his eyes as he cupped my bottom cheek with one big hand.

“I’m going to start with my hand, but I’m going to finish with the switch, my naughty mate. You should know, though, that it’s going to hurt and you’re going to be one very, very sorry girl by the time I finish welting this bare little ass.”

A soft whimper slipped free from my lips at his words.

My body trembled, and I tried to pull away, but Rowan kept a firm hold on me. His fingers grazed against my skin, tracing over the curve of my bottom, and then, without warning, he brought his hand down with a loud crack.

The sound of it smacking my naked flesh was deafening, almost like a gunshot in the center of the woods. My entire body jolted forward from the impact, and I sucked in a breath, trying to quiet a cry before it emerged from my throat.

His hand came down again, hard and fast, the heat from the contact stinging and radiating out in the shape of his palm. I sucked in a breath, but his palm rained down on my ass again and again in a flurry and there was nothing I could do other than just lie there over that fallen log and take it as gracefully as I could.

It didn’t take long for the pain to start creeping through, spreading out over my entire backside, a deep, throbbing ache that only got worse with every slap. My breathing quickened and I closed my eyes, trying to keep myself calm even though his hand felt like burning fire striking my ass.

He was merciless, his fingers digging into my flesh as he spanked me, the heat of his palm searing into my skin. I gasped and wriggled, but his grip only tightened, keeping me in place despite everything I did to try to fight him.

He spanked me harder and my legs kicked out, but that did nothing to stop him. In fact, the moment my foot grazed his shin, he slapped the backs of my calves as punishment. The incredible sting caught me off guard and I couldn’t help but cry out.

“Stop fighting me, bad girl. This is a punishment. It’s supposed to hurt,” he scolded, his hand coming down over and over, his palm like a branding iron on my bottom.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain, but it was no use. He spanked all over, from the tops of my cheeks to the backs of my thighs. The sting was overwhelming and then something occurred to me.

This was just the beginning. He was still going to switch me after this.

A shiver ran through me at the thought, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips, a sound of fear and pain and desire all tangled up together.

His hand stopped, and for a moment, the only sound was my ragged breathing.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “Did you enjoy me spanking your bare ass, bad girl?”

“No!” I cried out, trying to wriggle away from him, but he held me firmly in place, his fingers dipping in between my thighs, and I was mortified when they slid across the rampant wetness he found there.

“Oh, I think you did,” he murmured, and I could hear the amusement in his voice, the dark satisfaction that made my cheeks burn with shame. “I think you liked being spanked.”

I bit my lip, refusing to answer, and he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers racing through me.

“You’re such a bad girl, Kendra,” he whispered, and then, without warning, his hand came down hard on my ass, the pain sharp and stinging. “I think I’m going to have to spank you even harder just to make sure that you learn your lesson.”

Before I could respond, his palm crashed down again, sending waves of heat and pain rolling over my entire body. He spanked me harder than before, the slaps echoing through the trees.

I yelped, but he didn’t stop. In fact, it seemed to spur him on even more. He spanked me faster and harder, his hand coming down with a vengeance, turning my ass a blazing red. The heat grew until it was unbearable, spreading out over my skin, and I writhed, kicking and thrashing as the pain consumed me.

And then he stopped and thrust his hand in between my thighs, finding my clit in an instant and rubbing hard enough to send my entire body spiraling.

I didn’t even know I was on the edge of an orgasm until it crashed over me, unexpected and explosive. I cried out, my muscles tensing, and for a moment, I lost myself, the pleasure overwhelming, drowning out the pain. I ground my hips against the rough pads of his fingers, feral sounding moans emerging from my throat.

I hated it.

I loved it.

I wanted more of it.

“I bet you liked that, naughty girl. You liked me spanking your ass bright red,” he teased.

“N-no,” I protested, but the stutter of my voice gave me away.

“You can deny it all you want, little mate, but I know how hard you came all over my fingers,” he taunted, and my face flushed red hot.

I didn’t have a chance to respond.

Because in the next moment, he lifted the switch and swung, the sound of it cutting through the air piercing and quick.

The pain was instant, harsh and biting, like a thousand tiny needles piercing my flesh. The air stuck in the back of my throat and my eyes opened wide as I grappled with the stinging pain. It was far more intense than his hand and it continued to build long after the switch had whipped my bare flesh.

“Oh, please! Please use your hand!” I begged.

He paused for a second before I heard the swishing sound once more. It slashed across my backside like an arcing line of fire, fierce and burning and this time, I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. My legs kicked out again, a strangled scream bursting free from my throat, but he didn’t let up.

Instead, he brought the switch down again, the stinging lines of fire blooming across my ass, and then again, and again, the pain growing, the heat building. My legs kicked, my toes curled, and I tried desperately to wriggle away from him, but every movement made the pain even worse.

“Rowan! I’m sorry!” I wailed, but he still didn’t let up.

Instead, he brought the switch down on the backs of my thighs and I shrieked, the sting overwhelming and instant with every terrible strike.

He whipped me mercilessly, the stinging pain blossoming over every inch of my skin, until all I could feel was the agony, the burning ache that seemed to spread throughout my entire body. With every strike, I could feel the welts rising, could feel the burning pain intensifying along with them and I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure, but it was hard.

There was nothing I could do to stop this. Rowan was going to whip me with that horrid switch until he decided I’d had enough. He was in control and not me, and despite everything I tried to do to stop it, my pussy clenched hard anyway.

What was wrong with me? Why was this turning me on when it hurt so much?

I didn’t know, and I didn’t have time to figure it out.

He switched me all over, the pain unbearable, but I forced myself to take it because I didn’t have a choice.

“Please!” I cried out again.

“I’ll never give you more than you can take, bad girl, but you need this,” he replied, switching the backs of my thighs almost exclusively now.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

Tears began to prick at my eyes, and I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to hold them back, but the pain was too much. It burned, a white-hot heat that sent shivers racing through me, and then, before I could stop it, a single tear spilled over, and I started to cry.

I buried my face in the crook of my elbow, trying to hide, but Rowan must have noticed because the fall of the switch slowed, each one hot and burning. His hand on my back pressed down, holding me in place for several more searing hot strikes as I sobbed.

I felt every strike right down to the depths of my soul.

Finally, he put the switch down right in front of me before he pulled his hand away from my lower back and ran his fingers over the mass of welts that covered my bare ass. He was silent for a moment, his fingers tracing over the stripes, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that raced through me, the heat that pooled between my thighs.

I was still soaking wet. I could even feel a single drop of arousal rolling down my inner thigh.

I sucked in a breath, sniffling as tears continued to fall down my cheeks.

Rowan’s hand came to rest on my back again, gentle now, soothing, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Now, little mate, who do you belong to?”

“You! You, sir,” I wailed.

“Good. Because it’s time I finished your punishment with my cock.”

My pussy clenched hard and that’s when he slapped between my thighs. The sting was sharp and quick, but it was the wet splatting sound that really made my cheeks flush bright red.

“This sweet little cunt is soaking wet, mate. You need my knot deep inside you. You need me to fill you up with my seed, don’t you?”

I shuddered at his words, and he chuckled, his hand dipping between my legs, stroking through my folds, teasing at my entrance. His fingers lightly circled my clit, taunting me with pleasure just out of reach and despite the burning ache still searing across my ass, I began to rock my hips in tune with his movements.

But then he pulled away and the sound of his zipper lowering was all I could hear.

I didn’t have a chance to brace myself before he thrust his thick length deep inside me, stretching me around him, filling me completely. His cock was so big that the stretching burn caught me off guard and I shrieked, but despite the pain, my pussy swallowed up every inch of his cock.

Rowan growled and I could feel the vibrations rumbling through his body as his hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he plunged deep.

He was so big, so thick, that he filled every inch of me.

He wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t expect him to be. This was a punishment fuck, and it was supposed to hurt. The longer that this went on, the more I began to understand that he wasn’t fucking me for my pleasure. He was fucking me for his.

He slammed his cock into me again and again, the sound of our bodies slapping together, of his balls smacking against my swollen, welted flesh, echoing through the trees.

He used me. Hard.

And the entire time, he growled and groaned and snarled behind me, the sounds animalistic and feral.

I cried out, the pain of his thrusts combining with the agony from the welts on my ass, until it was all I could focus on, the sensations overwhelming. Before long, it was my entire world, consuming me whole as his cock sank into me over and over again. I whimpered as my core squeezed tight, and I realized I was on the cusp of another orgasm more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced before.

I couldn’t believe it, but despite everything, my body responded, and I knew in the next moment that I was going to shatter into a million little pieces and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The wave crashed over me, and I screamed, the pleasure mixed with pain sending my mind reeling, my body quivering as my inner walls fluttered around his cock and then clamped around him.

He grunted, but he didn’t stop fucking me. Instead, he just pounded into me like a jackhammer. The pleasure made my head swirl up into the clouds and then I was falling into the depths of a black hole of pleasure that seemed to have no end and no beginning. It just went on and on until my eyes rolled back in my head and my body writhed beneath him.

Still, my fucking didn’t end.

He slammed into me with firm heavy thrusts, jerking my body forward with every single one.

And then, he did something I wasn’t ready for.

He swirled his thumb in my wetness before he roughly shoved it into my bottom hole. I shrieked and cried out at the sudden intrusion, but there was nothing I could do about it. My legs trembled as the burning stretch ricocheted through me, hot and shameful. He fingered my bottom hole so roughly that it pinched tight, simply adding to the pain that was still burning across my welted ass.

Still, my pussy clenched tight around his cock.

Still, I moaned.

Still, I could feel another orgasm already building deep inside me.

“Good girls get their wet little pussies fucked. Bad girls get their tight little asses fucked even harder,” he growled, and I whimpered, the sound sending a thrill through me, even as I fought against it.

His finger slipped out and the blunt head of his cock pressed against my bottom hole, and I tried to wriggle away, tried to get free, but he was too strong.

“Please! Not there!” I begged, but that didn’t stop him.

Instead, he gripped my hip with his free hand, holding me still as he pressed harder, the pressure growing, and I couldn’t help the way my body tensed, couldn’t help the panic that rose up in me. I tried to squirm, but he thrust forward, and a sudden volley of searing hot pain blossomed around my asshole and sank deep inside me.

“Oh! Please!” I wailed.

His cock throbbed and swelled inside me, the feeling strange and new and altogether too much. The pain was so intense that tears flooded my vision and dripped down onto the log.

He pushed deeper, forcing his cock further inside my tightest hole and I couldn’t believe how big he felt.

“No! Please! I can’t take it!” I cried out, but it didn’t stop him.

Instead, he continued to sink his thick length deep into my virgin ass and I bit down on the crook of my arm, trying to quiet a shriek that still burst from my throat, until he was fully seated inside of me.

I felt like I was going to be split in half.

A sob ripped from my throat and then he started moving. He didn’t give me a moment to adjust.

Instead, he pulled back and slammed forward, his cock sinking into me with a vengeance. I cried out, the burning ache biting into my core.

He thrust again, and I could feel my bottom hole squeezing him tighter. I keened, the pain swelling up from deep within me and spiraling up and down my spine.

It was too much. Too intense. Too overwhelming.

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as his cock sank into me again and again, each thrust rough and harsh and unforgiving.

At first, the pain was piercing, but soon enough, it started to fade. Then it slowly turned to a dull ache, and then suddenly it didn’t hurt as much anymore.

In fact, it felt the opposite.

It felt good.

No. Better than good.

It felt amazing.

Tension coiled low in my belly and I rocked my hips back into his, meeting him thrust for thrust, the burning ache giving way to a pleasure so intense that I thought I might come from his cock in my bottom alone.

A part of me hated the feeling.

But another part of me loved it.

Loved being filled up in such a shameful way.

My cheeks flushed and my heart pounded, and I couldn’t stop myself from wriggling my hips, from grinding my ass back against his pelvis, taking him deeper.

“That’s it. Take my cock up that tight ass. Feel every inch of me sink into this hot little hole,” he growled.

I whimpered, the pleasure intensifying, and then he reached beneath my hips and found my clit.

He rubbed it in slow, firm circles and a shudder rippled through me, the feeling too much and not enough all at the same time. I keened, a soft, strangled sound, and Rowan chuckled, his voice low, husky, and it only added to the intensity, the thrill, the way the heat pooled in the pit of my stomach.

Then he started fucking me harder.

Until the sound of our skin slapping together was all I could hear, and my vision started to blur, my breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. His fingers started rubbing my clit more firmly and lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my system, hot and heavy.

I whimpered, but Rowan didn’t relent. Instead, he kept fucking me, kept thrusting his cock deep into my ass, and soon enough, I could feel myself hurtling toward the edge, could feel the pleasure swelling up, threatening to consume me whole and there was nothing I could do to fight it.

I was at his mercy.

And that was the thought that finally sent me spiraling.

I cried out, my body trembling as the orgasm slammed into me, stealing the air from my lungs and sending me hurtling through the darkness. I didn’t know up from down, couldn’t tell left from right or if I was rising or falling.

I just came and I came hard.

My muscles tightened, my pussy clenched, and a scream burst free from my throat as the waves of pleasure crashed over me again and again. It felt like an eternity, a lifetime spent in the throes of ecstasy, and all the while, Rowan fucked me hard, his cock sinking into my ass with each thrust, forcing my orgasm to stretch on and on.

He didn’t stop fucking me, even when my pleasure began to fade and even when every thrust made my asshole burn with rising heat. My nails dug into the fallen log beneath me, trying to hold on as he punished my asshole with his cock.

I was panting now, and my eyes rolled back in my head as another orgasm slammed into me so hard that it rocked every single one of my senses.

A deep, guttural roar tore free from his lips, and his cock swelled inside of me, stretching my asshole even further, the burning sensation so intense that I didn’t think I could take it, but there was no choice but to do exactly that.

So I took it.

I took it hard .

My eyes rolled back in my head and my vision turned white as my climax burned through me, sizzling bliss blazing through every nerve in my body. My toes curled and my back arched, taking him as deep as I dared, which just made my orgasm sear that much hotter.

He roared again, his fingers digging into my skin, and I knew the sound must have echoed through the entire forest, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way his cock throbbed inside of me, the way he sank deep into me with every thrust, and the way my body was burning with heat as I took every inch.

It was like hell and heaven all in the same breath.

“Are you ready to take my knot, mate?”

I whimpered and nodded, my body trembling, and then he slammed into me.

His knot swelled and caught at the tight ring of muscle at my bottom hole, and my eyes flew open. His cock stretched me impossibly wide, his knot tugging at me with every movement, and a moan tumbled from my lips, the sound catching me by surprise.

I couldn’t help it.

This felt so fucking good.

Better than anything I’d ever felt before.

“You’re going to take every inch of my knot in your tight little ass, aren’t you, bad girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I wailed, and the base of his cock swelled even wider, stretching me so far that I thought I might split in half. My eyes watered and I blinked them rapidly, trying not to cry.

“Good. Because that’s where you deserve to be fucked,” he growled, and then he was coming.

I could feel his seed filling me up, and it was so intense that the pleasure and the pain combined, and the tears spilled over.

A single tear tracked down my cheek and Rowan leaned forward and licked it off my face.

“You’re such a bad girl,” he whispered, and I shuddered, the words sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine.

The feeling was too much.

Too overwhelming.

His fingers started rubbing my clit hard once more and I couldn’t stop the climax that steamrolled through me a second later. I screamed, my body writhing, the pain and the pleasure combining, and all I could do was lie there and take it, take him.

His knot kept us connected and his cock spasmed inside me, filling me up with his seed again and again, and all the while, he fucked me. He kept thrusting, his cock sinking into me, and I keened, the feeling too much, and yet not enough, and before long, the pain gave way to pleasure, the ecstasy washing over me like a tidal wave.

“I’m so sorry, sir!” I wailed.

“I know you are, my good girl. I know,” he said softly.

His fingers started to rub my clit even harder, and before I knew what was happening, I was lost. My entire body shook and trembled and another orgasm swept over me, making my muscles tense, and then they finally gave out, and I collapsed forward onto the fallen log, tears rolling down my cheeks as my body quaked with aftershocks.

I closed my eyes, and the entire world went black.