Chapter 47

Richard

Isabella didn't answer immediately, only letting out a soft, needy moan as his fingers circled her swollen clit before dipping shallowly into her entrance.

"Answer me when I ask you a question," Michael commanded, his voice carrying that unmistakable Alpha authority that made most wolves instantly obey. He emphasized his demand by plunging two fingers deep inside her, making her gasp.

"Yes, sir," she admitted, her cheeks flushing deeper, her hips instinctively rocking against his hand. "The spanking made me wetter. I like the pain... like what it makes me feel. Needed." Her confession came with an almost desperate edge to her breathless voice.

I caught Michael's eye over her shoulder, a silent communication passing between us. We'd never shared a woman before, never like this, never with a potential mate.

"How many orgasms do you think she can handle?" I asked Michael, my hands sliding down Isabella's sides, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. "Eight?"

Michael smiled, his predatory expression revealing the danger hidden beneath his cultured exterior. "I think our little pet can take a bit more. What do you think, baby? Ten orgasms, can you handle that?"

I leaned close to Isabella's ear, my hot breath on her skin, whispering with a hint of challenge: "What do you think, little wolf girl? Can you take it? Can you be pushed to your limits by us again and again until you forget your own name, remembering only what we call you?"

Her breath caught sharply, her body trembling like a leaf in my arms. I could feel her heart pounding like a drum, her skin burning hot with desire. "I don't know, but... I want to try, sir. Please... I want to try for you, for all of you."

The submission in her voice nearly made me lose control. My cock was painfully hard, throbbing like it might explode, desperate to bury itself in her wet heat and fuck her until she cried. Fuck, not yet. Tonight was just about showing her what she could endure; the real claiming would have to wait.

I nodded to Michael, who reached up to release the chains from the ceiling hook, leaving the cuffs on her wrists but finally allowing her to stop standing. She immediately leaned softly against me, her legs weak from the prolonged tension and arousal, barely able to walk steadily.

I wrapped one arm around her waist, stabilizing her delicate body, her curves pressing against my hard chest, her ass perfectly positioned against my erection, the softness of her flesh palpable even through my pants.

My wolf growled, desperate to tear off her clothes right now. With my other hand gripping the chain between the cuffs, I led her toward the massive bed, taking a deep breath, greedily inhaling the scent of her desire mixed with my own—sweet, intense, addictive as poison.

With a gentle push, she fell gracefully onto the silk sheets, her black hair spreading across the pillow like spilled ink, her body forming a picture of complete submission on the silver-gray bed, beautiful as a fucking work of art.

Michael took her cuffed wrists and secured them to the headboard, stretching her arms above her head, leaving her body completely open to us, utterly defenseless. I selected several items from nearby—a feather, a small vibrator, a silk blindfold, and a soft leather whip—deliberately placing them on the bedside table where she could see them.

When she saw these items, her eyes widened, especially at the whip, her breathing becoming more rapid, her thighs unconsciously pressing together, as if both anticipating and fearing what was to come.

I climbed onto the bed, propping myself on one elbow beside her, my fingers brushing away a strand of black hair from her flushed face, my touch as light as a tease. "You're fucking perfect," I said, staring into her eyes, each word utterly sincere. "Damn, you're absolutely made for this."

My hand slid down, gently caressing her reddened buttocks, checking the heated skin, my fingers deliberately grazing between her ass cheeks, causing her to shiver. "How's your ass? Should we treat it now, or later?"

"It's fine, sir," she assured me quietly, her body subtly leaning into my touch, as if begging for more. "It feels good."

I picked up the leather whip, the soft leather heavy in my hand, the tip swaying slightly. I waved it in front of her eyes, observing her reaction. Her pupils contracted slightly, her throat swallowing once, but there was no fear in her gaze, only deeper desire. "Want to try this, little wolf girl?" I asked softly, my voice hoarse with temptation.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice carrying a tremor of excitement. "Please... I want to try it."

"Good girl," I growled, satisfied with her obedience. I leaned down to kiss her lips, briefly but intensely, then pulled back, flicking my wrist to land the whip lightly on her inner thigh, just enough force to leave a shallow red mark without breaking the skin but sufficient for her to feel the sting. She gasped sharply, her body trembling, her sex becoming visibly wetter, glistening fluid flowing from her entrance.

"How does that feel?" I asked, striking the whip lightly against her other thigh, the sound crisp, leaving a symmetrical red mark.

"Good... very good, sir," she panted, her voice mingling pleasure with a hint of shame, her legs unconsciously spreading wider, inviting more.

I continued, the whip sweeping lightly across her abdomen and beneath her breasts, controlling the force perfectly, each stroke making her tremble, raising fine red marks on her skin like an obscene painting. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, her body arching slightly with each fall of the whip, her labia swelling further, wetness dripping onto the sheets, emitting an intense scent of desire.

Michael sat down on her other side, his golden eyes flashing with predatory light in the moonlight. We exchanged a glance, both bending forward simultaneously, each taking one of her nipples in our mouths.

Her back immediately arched, a scream erupting from her mouth, pure pleasure exploding like electricity. The sting of the whip contrasted sharply with the gentleness of our mouths, overwhelming her with sensation.

My hands roamed her body, possessively tracing her curves, satisfied to see goosebumps rising under my fingers. Her legs opened automatically, shamelessly displaying her sex, the wet entrance glistening in the light, beckoning me closer. My throat tightened, my mouth nearly watering.

My fingers found her clitoris, already swollen and hard, the small bud emerging from its hood, so sensitive that it trembled at the slightest touch.

I deliberately circled around it, applying gentle pressure, forcing her to arch upward, gasping for breath, while Michael continued sucking and gently biting her nipples, his teeth leaving shallow red marks on her skin.

Damn, how sexy she is now !