Chapter 77 AT THE EDGE OF SWEET RUIN
ALISANDER'S POV
One thick calloused finger that is wet and slick with something circles my hole once in a teasing manner before pressing inside.
I arch my back violently as a shocked shout tears from my throat.
Yurik doesn’t stop or anything to give me time to catch my breath.
He pushes even deeper in a slow maddening manner until his knuckle breaches me and then, he curls it.
I'm seeing stars and unicorns as he starts stroking and bumping against that spot inside that makes me forget everything about myself.
“Will you do it again?” he asks, his voice deadly calm.
How the fuck is he not affected by all this especially when I can't even formulate a thought?
I can’t answer.
Oh heavens! I can’t even think properly!
All I can do is moan loudly for the whole pack to hear.
I'm making broken and shameless moans as I surrender to whatever he is doing to me.
I'm sighing with pleasure. I'm forgetting all about his question as he adds a second finger, stretching me open with ruthless patience.
Smack on the outside while the fingers pump inside.
The dual sensation is maddening to me.
I'm having pain stinging across my cheeks and pleasure spearing through my core because of him.
My cock is leaking through steadily now, soaking the entire front of my shorts and smearing against his thigh with every involuntary rock of my hips.
“Answer me,” Yurik growls, his fingers crooking harder and curving upwards.
I choke on a whine. “No–”
Smack.
“Louder!”
“No!” I shout, my voice cracking. “I won’t–I swear–Ahh fuck! Yurik, please–”
He doesn’t stop.
He ignores me as he keeps the spanking steady in a punishing rhythm, while his fingers fuck into me relentlessly.
He's still hitting that spot over and over until I’m shaking, sobbing and grinding desperately against his thigh like a bitch in heat.
“Please,” I beg with my voice now hoarse and wrecked. “Please–let me come! I need to–”
He adds in a third finger.
I scream as I see white.
The stretch burns in a perfect, overwhelming way.
In the best way possible.
My hole clenches greedily around him, as my slick is dripping down my thighs and now soaking his leathers.
Now I'm soaked and dripping from both the front and the back.
He grinds his thigh harder and repeatedly while his palm cracks down on me again.
I didn't know he was ambidextrous.
I’m a babbling mess now.
I'm rambling nonsense pleas, Ragnar’s name, Yurik’s name and a lot of curses.
My body is lost between pain and pleasure and the unbearable need to come.
I fear I might explode if I don't.
He knows it.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
He’s not going to let me finish until he’s satisfied, and being the sadistic pervert that he is, I'm not so sure when this would be.
I guess this is my ‘punishment’.
Until I’ve learned and until the lesson sinks in deep enough that even I, a stubborn, defiant, former Alpha would understand the cost of risking what’s his.
I'm not so sure about why he chose this type of punishment.
If it's like this, he's just encouraging me to disobey more.
His fingers curl inside me again and I sob.
“Please–”
Smack.
The world narrows for me to the burn on my ass, the stretch in my hole and the friction against my cock.
The Alpha growl vibrating through his chest into mine is just an added bonus for me
And still, this bastard still doesn’t let me come.
It's been hours just like this.
This bastard has kept me on the very edge for hours now.
He'd drag and bring me all the way to the top then just slow down and stop.
When I think okay fine, it's over, this bastard starts again.
My cock and hole is abused to the extent that I can't feel my body anymore.
I'm reaching out and trying to bring out Sebastian to see reason with this monster but that traitor is leaving me to fend for myself all alone with him.
Bastard.
Yurik’s fingers are still buried deep inside me, three thick, relentless digits stretching me open and curled just enough to keep constant pressure on that spot that turns my spine to liquid.
At this point, I'm even tempted to pray to the moon goddess just to ask for relief.
I need someone, anyone to save me.
He's been doing this for hours now.
How is he not tired?
Tears start to pool at the corner of my eyes as I feel him spanking me now.
At this point, my body has confused the spanking with the edging and now even that felt like he was edging me on to.
He hasn’t moved his fingers in what feels like forever, just holding them there, letting the stretch and the fullness do all the work.
The unyielding pressure is bringing stars in my eyes while his other hand keeps up that slow rhythm of smacks across my already burning ass.
Every impact jolts through me like lightning straight to my cock.
Every grind of his thigh drags the soaked fabric of my shorts across the swollen, leaking head of my cock.
I'm going to die from all this!
I’m dripping everywhere, and I mean everywhere.
Slick is running down my crack and pre-cum is soaking through the thin cotton until it clings transparently to my shaft.
My balls are so tight they ache with every heartbeat of mine and my whole body is trembling and shaking like a leaf against the wind.
“Please,” I rasp again. My voice is wrecked and hoarse from shouting, sobbing and begging. It doesn't help that I have not had a lick of water since I woke up. “Yurik–please–I can’t–”
Another smack.
The sound cracks through the room as a new fresh heat sparks across my left cheek.
I jerk forward, grinding my cock harder against his leg without even meaning to. The friction is maddening, it's too much and not enough all at once.
Oh this sadistic annoying bastard!