Because my wolf craves the game, I kick and try to throw myself off him, but he's quick, clamping his leg over mine and pinning my wrists behind my back. I love feeling his physical power, how easily he holds me in place for his punishment. He keeps slapping my ass. The heat his spanks produces is wonderful. Intoxicating.
"You over-estimate my control, muñeca. You think I can give you what you desire without tearing you up?"
Tearing me up sounds a little scary, but I do still have faith in him. He won't lose control. Not when he cares this much about keeping me safe.
"Fates. This ass." I'm guessing that's a compliment. The rich baritone of his voice reverberates in my lady parts. He slaps one of my cheeks and then the other. "It was made for spanking."
I shiver, the idea of real discipline at his hands making something strange slither in my belly. Wolves are, by nature, ruled by physical dominance. Swift corporal correction comes within the pack, and also between partners. Wolves heal quickly, so there's no harm, no foul to any of it. It's dominance played out, re-establishing who's on top. I've never been afraid of it, but I never knew it would be this exciting. Sexual. Pleasurable. Or maybe it's just this way with Carlos. Or during the full moon.
But no, I know the thrumming need between my thighs has nothing to do with the full moon and everything to do with being mastered by this sexy wolf, having my ass painted red by his large, powerful hand.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the throb in my swollen sex. Carlos spanks me with a steady beat. As the pain begins to set in, I squeeze my bottom and writhe over his lap, trying to dodge the slaps. "Carlos," I gasp. My ass tingles and burns.
"Sedona." His deep voice is still rough. He catches the back of my thigh, where the flesh is more tender.
"Oh!"
His erection juts into my hip, torturing me with its closeness, as I tortured him earlier.
"Please," I plead.
His spanking hand fists my hair and he pulls my head up. "You think I have any control when you're wiggling this juicy ass all over my lap?"
"More," I gasp hoarsely.
He growls, a rich sound that rumbles in his chest and sends my toes curling. When he starts to spank again, the slaps fall even harder, but my flesh, already warm and tingling, seems to welcome the blows. I still squirm under the onslaught, my better instincts trying to avoid the pain, even as my baser ones welcome it.
"Carlos." Need threads my voice.
"That's right, beautiful. Say my name." He catches the back of my other thigh, making me cry out. "Say it again."
"Carlos!"
He picks up both the speed and intensity of his slaps, so the blows fall one after the next, stinging and smarting every inch of my bottom.
"Ouch, Carlos! Ow, please! Oh... oh!" It's too much and not enough all at once. I lift my bottom to greet his hand, part my thighs, moisture dripping from my wanton pussy.
"Please what?" He's panting as hard as I am.
I kick my feet and hump his lap, wild for something more, something less, for everything.
He pauses, then gives me one more hard slap and pulls me up to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He parts his knees, dragging my legs, which were tangled over the tops of his, wide. "You still want more, Sedona?" His breath is scorching hot on my ear. "You're going to get this pussy spanked." He wraps a firm arm around my waist and brings his hand down between my legs.
"Ooh, ooh!" I squeal, but leave my knees open.
He slaps again. With his other hand, he crushes my breast, massaging too hard. After the third spank against my dripping folds, I practically sob with need. Thankfully, his fingers stay and cup my mons. I squirm against them. He screws one finger in and I grab his hand and urge it deeper. "So wet for me." He groans, like a broken man. "Impossible to resist."
I struggle, need making me impatient. The struggle satisfies everything, though. I manage to squirm out of his grip and he tackles me onto the bed, catching my wrists and pinioning them in one hand over my head.
He rises up over me. Dark determination wrestles with wild wolf in his expression.
I spread my legs, curl my pelvis up for him as his hips settle over mine. He brings one hand down to grip his cock, pain rippling over his face like he's fighting for control.
"Yes, yes, Carlos." I'm moaning like a porn star and he hasn't even penetrated me.
He rubs his cock over my slit and I moan louder.
This velvet soft flesh over rock-hard muscle is precisely what I've missed my whole life. Fingers are a poor substitute. "Give it to me."
In a single thrust, he fills me and I scream in shock. His cock is so much bigger than his finger. I feel the head hit deep inside while he stretches my entrance wide.
"Sedona!" His eyes fly wide, only frenzied breaths issue from his frozen form. "Ángel, no."
I guess it's obvious I was a virgin. I don't know why I didn't want to admit it earlier.
His gaze glows pure amber now, sweat drips down his temples, but somehow he keeps from moving his hips. He's a goddamn saint for holding back. I may have begged for it, but I struggle to catch my breath from the burst of pain when he plowed me open.
"You should have told me," he growls over clenched teeth. "You deserve so much better than this."
He may regret popping my cherry, but I'm not sorry. Already, the sharp pain is gone and the sensation of being filled by him is pure heaven. My hips move of their own accord. "Shut up." I thrust them upward. "Give it to me, Carlos."