Chapter 9 Punished Pleasure
Isabella’s POV
“Listen to yourself,” he murmurs, cruel amusement dripping through every word. “Already moaning like the slut you are. Bet you hate how bad you love my fingers inside this pussy, don’t you?”
Without warning, he adds a third finger inside my core. The stretch burns, but it turns liquid and sweet almost instantly, forcing a loud, shameless moan out of me.
My head falls back against the wall as the tears begin to stream down uncontrollably now, but they aren’t just from pain. They’re from the awful, twisting pleasure that’s building too fast.
“Say it,” his voice snaps me back to reality. His free hand fists my hair, yanking my head to the side so he can bite the tender skin under my jaw. “Say who this pussy belongs to!”
“You,” I gasp, the word ripping out of me instantly, “It’s yours…Alpha…please—“
“Shut the fuck up!”
A laughter tears out of him—dark, satisfied. Then, he does not give me any moment to recover as he pumps his fingers harder, faster, the wet sounds echoing through the entire room.
My knees buckle underneath, but his tight grip on my hair and his arms pinning me against the wall keep me upright.
“That’s right,” he growls. “Every inch of this tight little pussy is mine to use. And now, you’re going to cum on my fingers like the desperate little slut you are before I even put my cock in you.”
I’m shaking so hard now as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my belly. My hips rock against his hand—chasing it, hating myself for it.
“Oh…fuck!”
Another shameless moan tears from my throat as he curls his fingers again. Presses. Rubs.
“F…fuck…I…I’m cumming!”
The orgasm hits faster now, my legs giving out as wave after wave of immense pleasure crashes through me. My inner walls pulse around his fingers, slick and greedy, I’m sobbing by the end, my body twitching with aftershocks.
Landon doesn’t give me time to recover.
He pulls his fingers free, and I whimper at the emptiness. Before I can even draw a full breath, his hands clamp around my waist, lifting me off the floor like I weigh nothing—effortlessly, and throwing me onto the bed.
The mattress bounces underneath me as I land on my stomach with a grunt. I try to force myself up on my elbows, but he’s already behind me. One massive hand presses between my shoulder blades, pinning me face-down.
The other yanks my hips up until my ass is in the air, knees spread wide.
“Keep those legs open like the slut you are.” He orders.
The next thing I hear is the rustle of fabric behind me, then the blunt head of his cock nudges inside my entrance. No warning. No gentleness.
He slams in with one vicious thrust.
Pain immediately flares bright and sharp, but it’s swallowed almost instantly by the stretch of my pussy around his cock, the way he thrusts so deep I feel him in my throat.
I scream into the sheets, my fingers gripping them as anchors. But Landon doesn’t pause, doesn’t let me adjust.
He thrusts in hard—punishing strokes that rock my whole body forward. The chain on my collar rattled with every brutal snap of his hips.
“You think you can just walk up to my door?” he growls. “Think you can listen to me fuck someone else and I’ll let you walk away so easily?”
Another thrust. Deeper. Harder.
“I own you,” he snarls, “I own this tight little cunt of yours. Your moans. Every fucking tear on your face belongs to me.”
I can’t speak now. Only broken cries and gasps escape me as my body betrays me again—clenching around him, slick and eager even as tears soak the sheets.
He leans over me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. Then his mouth finds my ear, “Looks like you’re dripping for me, little rogue,” he hisses.“Taking every inch of my cock like you were made for this. Say it!”
“I…I was made for this,” I sob, the words tasting bitter and true at the same time as it rolls out of me.
“Good girl.”
The praise is mocking, but it still sends a fresh wave of heat through me. He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit again. He wastes no time and begins to pinch hard— then rubs in tight, ruthless circles.
“I want you to fucking cum,” he commands. “Cum all over my cock while I remind you what happens when you disobey.”
He doesn’t need to say it again, because I’m already close. Too close. His fingers and Cock at the same time inside my pussy—they all pile on until I can’t hold back.
I cum with a shameless, loud sound, my body convulsing around him. The only thing I see are stars bursting behind my eyelids, and I’m shaking so hard I think I might break apart.
He doesn’t stop.
He thrusts brutally into me through it all, his hand clamps on my hip, fingers digging bruises into my skin.
“Fuck…!” he snarls.
One last brutal thrust, and he buries himself deep inside me, cumming with a guttural glow that thunders through the entire room. Heat floods my entire body as thick, endless pulses fill my pussy, making me whimper all over again.
His cock twitches inside me, marking me from the inside out, and for long seconds we stay like that. Both of us are breathing heavily. Then, he pulls out slowly and I feel the wet slide of him leaving as he rolls off me.
I collapse fully onto the bed, limbs heavy, my chest still rising and falling heavily. The tears keep coming—silent now.
“Get up!”
Landon says without looking at me. I begin to hear him move now, putting on his clothes one after the other in a calm, controlled manner. Like he didn’t just tear me apart.
I try to force myself up the bed, but my arms shake. I manage to push myself to sit, then to the edge of the bed. He glances over me—those deep, piercing cold eyes sweeping my wrecked body, down to the mess between my legs.
“Clean yourself up,” he orders. “You’re serving at the pack dinner tonight, because I want you there. Looking like the obedient little toy you are.”
“Y…yes.” I manage to force the words out, despite the pain shattering through every part of my thighs.
Landon doesn’t spare me another glance, he buttons his shirt and starts to adjust the ceremonial robe over his shoulders. The gold embroidery catches the light—beautiful, nothing like the violence that just happened here.
“Don’t make me come looking for you,” he adds. With that, he walks out of the room.