Page 62 of Dominion

“I really don’t think so. But he was always very protective of his girls, like you are,” she said, touching his face.

He leaned over and kissed her, doing his best to caress her with his lips, instead of attacking. He’d never been one to ‘make love’—it wasn’t something wolves did, but for her, for his Ashley, he would try. He slipped her bra down over her shoulders, kissing along her collarbone. Her scent filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. Sliding his body over hers, he ran his thumb lightly over her pebbled nipple, kissing down her throat. She wove her fingers into his hair and arched against his touch. Her skin was impossibly soft, her body so slender and lithe beneath him.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely.

“You’re a fucking God,” she answered.

He chuckled. “Language, sweetheart,” he warned, flicking his tongue in her ear and nibbling on her lobe. He had her bra off and her skirt up, his index finger stroking along the dampened silk gusset of her panties.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she dared, lifting her chin like an insolent child.

He chuckled and sat back, straddling her, and made a show of rolling up his sleeves. “You are determined to have your bottom warmed by me tonight, aren’t you?”

Her eyes darkened and she squirmed underneath him. The scent of her arousal reached his nose like nectar.

He pinned her wrists to the bed beside her head. “Where do you think you’re going?” he drawled.

She giggled.

He looked into her eyes and lifted his weight off her just enough to roll her to her belly. “Pull down your panties, Ashley,” he murmured, releasing her wrists and climbing off her.

She hesitated.

He waited.

Turning her head to look at him, she lifted her ass in the air and reached down with both hands, sliding her panties down to her thighs.

“Good girl.” He grabbed the pillow from the bed. “Lift your hips again,” he commanded, and slid the pillow under her pelvis when she complied. He ran his hand over her naked curves, doing his best to ignore the cast on her leg that screamed for him to treat her as fragile. He focused instead on her gorgeous ass, lifted and presented for his chastisement and his cock pushed painfully against his pants.

He brought his palm down, watching her cheek flatten and spring back. He slapped the other side, waiting for the red prints of his fingers to stand out against her milky skin. She wiggled her ass for more. He bit back a groan. Knowing she craved his dominance sent a shot of pure lust rocketing through his body. Wolves were born to dominate, at least alpha wolves were. Having a female who offered herself up the way Ashley did fed some inner source of virile power.

“I think I may have to give you regular spankings,” he said, slapping one side of her ass, then the other. “I can’t have you acting out just to earn a punishment.”

She moaned wantonly.

He picked up the pace, spanking a little harder as he focused on slapping the low middle of her cheeks, just above her sweet little pussy.

“Oh!” she gasped.

“I expect your instant obedience and complete respect, or you’ll be spending all your time in the corner with your panties down and a bright red bottom on display.”

Ashley made a keening sound, as if she was about to come. He wondered if he could bring her to climax just through spanking. He picked up the intensity a little more, still spanking right over her sex.

Her fingers closed on the sheets, and she lifted her head, giving a throaty cry over and over again. “Rub your clit, Ashley,” he commanded, his voice thick.

She didn’t seem to understand at first, but he didn’t pause the spanking, still paddling her with a steady beat. After a moment, she reached a hand down between her pelvis and the pillows and immediately came undone. Her bottom clenched up, legs straightening as she arched.

He slid his own hand beneath her and shoved her hand aside, vibrating the pad of his finger over her sensitive nub.

She vocalized her release with a louder cry of pleasure, humping his hand as she came. Nothing could be more satisfying than pleasing his female.

“Beautiful girl,” he murmured. He caressed her heated cheeks, then slid his fingers between her legs and stroked her swollen, wet pussy.

He’d had her from behind the first time. This time he wanted to see her face. He shucked his clothes and grabbed a condom from his wallet. Rolling her over to her back, he pulled out the pillow and climbed over her.

She took the condom from his hand, ripping open the foil wrapper and rolling the rubber on his cock. He positioned himself directly above her honeyed slit, her heat pulsing against his sensitive organ. She rocked her hips and reached down to guide him in.

He pushed slowly, relishing the moment of entry and the dizzying effect of the walls of her vagina hugging his manhood like a glove. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders and he stopped, giving her a chance to grow accustomed to his size. After a beat, she began to move, lifting her hips to take him deeper.