Chapter 78 MY PUNISHMENT
ALISANDER'S POV
“You can,” Yurik says calmly and almost bored. “And you will.”
His fingers twitch, just the slightest crook and I choke on a sob as that spot lights up again.
My hole clenches greedily around him, trying to pull him in deeper, but he doesn’t give me more.
He just keeps the pressure steady and shallow, denying me the hard thrusts I’m dying for.
Another smack, a lighter one this time hits me in an almost playful manner. The contrast makes me whimper.
I hate how my body responds.
I hate how much I like it.
I'm an Alpha for goddess sake!
My cock throbs painfully, trapped and leaking between his thighs and my shorts.
He won't even let me touch myself except for the torturous drag of wet fabric and the hard muscle of his thighs.
Every tiny shift of his leg sends sparks up my spine and I am so close, so fucking close.
But the bastard knows exactly when to ease off and when to slow his fingers until I'm crying and bucking my hips, chasing a release he won’t give me.
“How many times did you feed him the Acmonite?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
I can’t think. “I–once–fuck–!”
Smack.
“Once,” he repeats, like he’s tasting the word. “And once was enough to nearly kill him.”
I sob openly and shamelessly, my tears mixing with sweat, dripping on the sheets. “I’m sorry–I won’t–”
“Not good enough.”
He adds the slightest twist to his wrist, barely anything but I scream, my back bowing so hard I nearly slide off his lap.
My cock jerks, leaking another thick pulse of pre-cum that soaks through my shorts completely.
“Please–”
Smack.
“Beg properly.”
The word rips out of me before I can stop it. “Please, Alpha–please let me come–I’ll be good–I swear–”
He stills completely.
His fingers are still buried to the knuckle as his palm is resting hot and heavy on my stinging ass, but there's no movement from him.
I whine out broken and desperate sounds.
“Yurik–”
“Say it again.”
Fine. If this is what will cause this sadistic bastard to let me come.
“Please, Alpha–”
“Louder.”
“Please, Alpha!” I shout, my voice cracking on the title I swore I’d never call anyone ever in my life.
“Please–let me come–I’ll do anything–!”
He hums like he's considering it.
My hand, shaking and desperate, slips between us, trying to find or to touch something, anything.
My palm accidentally brushes the front of his leather trousers.
He’s… really hard.
He's training against the tight leather like he’s about to burst through the seams.
A wicked idea sparks through my confused mind.
Looks like he's not the only one not affected.
I bow forward in a slow manner, stretching my body over his lap until my face hovers just above the bulge.
I dart my tongue out, pressing it flat against the leather as I outline him through the leather–
A massive hand fists in my hair, yanking me back as I yelp with my mouth open and saliva stringing from my lips.
“No,” he growls, his voice darker than I’ve ever heard it. “You don’t get to distract me.”
He drags me back up until my chest is flush against his and my back is arched painfully with my ass still high on his lap.
This new angle makes his fingers sink even deeper inside me as I cry out with hips jerking involuntarily on him.
Then he starts again but harder and faster this time.
His fingers slam home, hitting that spot with perfect accuracy in a brutal manner as his palm cracks down repeatedly on my ass.
Each smack is harder than the last, reigniting the fire across my cheeks until I’m sobbing openly.
I’m lost.
Completely and utterly lost.
“Please–please–ahnng–Yurik–Nghh–Alpha–please–”
He doesn’t answer, he just keeps going.
I’m crying with tears streaming down my face, and this bastard actually licked it off of my body.
My voice is now gone, reduced to hoarse whimpers and broken moans, my body is one continuous tremble of crying and whimpers.
“Please–”
Smack.
“Ahh Yurik–”
Smack.
“Alpha–”
Finally, the bastard finally changes the rhythm.
He's stroking faster and going harder inside me as his palm cracks down one last time, hard enough to leave a perfect handprint before he goes back to stroking my abused cock.
“Come,” he commands.
The word rips through me like lightning,he doesn't have to tell me twice.
My whole body seizes, my back bowing off his lap and my mouth open in a silent scream that turns vocal halfway through.
I sound raw and shattered with his name tearing out from my ruined throat in a broken wail.
I come so hard my vision blacks out at the edges.
Hot stripes of white paint his thigh, soak the shorts and drip onto the sheets beneath us.
My hole clenches around his fingers in violent spasms as if milking them with slick gushing out of me, soaking his wrists.
.
I keep coming, wave after wave, over and over as I'm shaking, sobbing and oversensitive.
I'm even still grinding weakly against his leg because I can’t stop it, it's too good.
He works me through it, slowing but never stopping as his fingers are curling gently now with his palm rubbing soothing circles over the burning skin of my ass.
When the last tremor finally fades, I collapse forward as if I'm boneless with my face buried into the crook of his arm.
He doesn’t pull his fingers out immediately, he keeps them inside while his other hand strokes down my spine in a long, calming manner.
“Never again,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost sounding tender.
I can only nod.
I'm too wrecked to even speak.
He finally withdraws and removes his fingers slowly, making me whimper at the loss.
Then he gathers me up like I'm made of air,.turning me so I’m cradled right against his chest.
His arms close around me and for the first time in a very long time, I feel… safe.
“Sleep,” he says quietly. “We’ll talk when you wake up.”
I’m already fading away. It's a miracle I can remain alive even after everything.
The exhaustion is crashing over me like a tide but I manage one last, hoarse whisper against his throat.
“Yurik? It was all worth it.”
He huffs a low laugh at my statement.
“Stubborn bastard.”
His lips brush my temple in a fond manner.
“Sleep, Alisander.”
And I do, I've earned this.
Best punishment ever.