Chapter 46

Richard

I watched Isabella bent over, her sex completely exposed to our hungry gaze. The elegant curve of her spine, the perfect fullness of her ass, the obvious gleam of wetness between her thighs—it was a fucking masterpiece of submission that made my cock throb painfully against my zipper, so hard I thought I might tear through the fabric.

The wolf inside me was screaming to pounce, to possess what was mine, to sink into that wet heat and mark her as my own.

As she maintained her bent position, perfectly following my command, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. God, she was gorgeous—all soft curves and pale skin, black hair hanging like a curtain beside her face. The scent of her arousal filled the entire room, sweet and intoxicating, making my wolf howl with primal hunger.

Over the years, I'd had countless women—beautiful, willing bodies eager to please an Alpha—but none had affected me like Isabella. From the moment she first walked into my club that night, my wolf knew before my conscious mind did. Mine. Ours.

Just remembering her scent that first night made my mouth water. I'd wanted to bend her over the nearest surface and take her then and there, consequences be damned. Even now, the wolf inside me paced restlessly, desperate to taste her, to feel her body yield beneath mine, to hear her cry out as I filled her completely.

What made her so different wasn't just her scent or the fact that she was a Golden Omega. Looking at her now, trembling slightly from maintaining her exposed position, I knew my decision to offer the contract had been the right one.

Even Kevin—silent, brooding Kevin—couldn't take his eyes off her. In all our years of friendship, I'd rarely seen him so affected by any woman. His knuckles were white where he gripped the chair arms, his breathing carefully controlled. Whatever fight he'd been in earlier had left him in a dangerous mood, his control precarious.

I should have been concerned about his state, worried about the violence simmering beneath his skin. But somehow, I knew Isabella could reach that dark part of him. Her gentle nature had a way of soothing the beast in all of us.

I prolonged the moment, keeping her in position longer than necessary, savoring the exchange of power. The dominant in me reveled in her willing submission, her trust in us to be so vulnerable.

"You can stand up now, baby," Michael finally said, his voice rougher than usual, thick with barely contained desire.

Isabella slowly straightened, swaying slightly as the blood rushed from her head. She quickly regained her balance, standing naked before us, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, nipples hard and jutting in the cool air of the room.

Fucking stunning. Her body was perfection—full breasts with rosy nipples practically begging to be sucked, a slender waist flaring out to generous hips, long legs that would wrap perfectly around my waist as I drove deep inside her.

Her sex was visibly wet, desire glistening on her inner thighs. I could almost taste her on my tongue, imagining how sweet she would be when I buried my face between those perfect thighs and made her scream my name.

I rose from my chair and walked to a cabinet specially designed against the wall, my movements deliberately slow and controlled despite the insistent throbbing in my pants. I selected a pair of padded leather handcuffs, fingering the soft fur lining designed to protect her delicate skin. The silver chain connecting them glinted in the moonlight-like illumination, making my pulse quicken at the thought of how she would look bound at my mercy.

"What's your safe word, Isabella?" I asked, my voice steady despite the hunger that was nearly ripping me apart from the inside.

"Coffee, sir," she answered without hesitation, her voice slightly breathless, pupils already dilated with anticipation.

"Good girl," I praised, watching how the compliment visibly affected her—pupils dilating further, blush spreading down to her chest, nipples hardening even more. "Now, raise your arms above your head."

She obeyed immediately, lifting her arms in a graceful motion that enticingly raised her breasts. Damn, seeing those perfect tits thrust forward, begging for my attention, I was literally salivating.

I approached her slowly, deliberately letting her see the naked hunger in my eyes as I secured the cuffs around her wrists. I reached up to adjust the chains hanging from the ceiling, securing her arms above her head, a position that thrust her breasts forward, nipples hardened to stiff points begging for attention, stomach taut, legs slightly parted.

Stepping closer, I let her feel my erection pressing against her ass, letting her know just how much she affected me. I leaned down to trail kisses from her shoulder up to her neck. Her pulse pounded rapidly beneath my lips, her scent growing stronger with arousal.

"Do you like being restrained like this?" I murmured against her skin.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice slightly trembling. "I love it."

I stepped back two paces, surveying her body before suddenly delivering a sharp smack to her ass. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, followed by her startled gasp that went straight to my cock, making it jump excitedly.

"Did I do something wrong, sir?" she asked, confusion in her voice, though her scent told me everything I needed to know—the smack had intensified her arousal, making her sex even wetter.

"Not at all, little wolf girl," I assured her, my palm pleasantly stinging from contact with her soft flesh. "Sometimes pain isn't punishment. It can be a reward, a way to awaken desire within you." I moved closer, my breath hot against her ear. "I've wanted to turn that perfect ass of yours red since the first time I saw you. I've dreamed of hearing you gasp and moan as I leave my mark, watching your juices run down your thighs as pain transforms into pleasure."

I delivered another smack to her ass, this one slightly harder, watching the pale skin turn a delicious pink. Her breathing quickened, her back arching slightly, her hips unconsciously pushing back toward me in invitation to continue.

With each contact of my palm against her flesh, her scent grew more intoxicating, filling the room with the musk of desire. Between smacks, I massaged and caressed the reddened skin, soothing the sting, reinforcing the pleasure.

After the fifth smack, I paused to admire my handiwork—her ass now a beautiful pink, her body trembling slightly, each breath accompanied by a soft moan.

"You're taking this beautifully," I murmured in her ear, my hand stroking the heated skin of her ass. "Your body responds so perfectly."

Michael rose from his chair and approached, moving in front of Isabella, effectively sandwiching her between us. Kevin remained seated, his dark eyes never leaving her, his broad chest rising and falling with controlled breaths.

Michael's hand slid between Isabella's thighs, finding the abundant wetness there. "You're absolutely soaked," he observed, his voice low and approving as his fingers slid easily through her folds.

"Look at this, Richard. Her little pussy is practically dripping." He lifted his glistening fingers to show me the evidence of her arousal before returning them to continue his exploration. "Is that for Richard? Did his spanking make your pussy this wet?"