Chapter 50: Shut The Fuck Up!
Narrator’s POV.
“What happened to your hand?”, the alpha king asked his chosen for the tenth time; he was growing impatient with her, why would she not just fess up?
“It is nothing Dwayne”, she shrugged, how could she tell her mate that the woman he had told her to stay away had ‘accidentally’ clawed her. She had chosen to believe it was an accident, Fiona was her friend, she would never try to cause her any harm.
“You have a fucking bandage on your hand and you are telling me that it is nothing”, he said incredulously, he could not believe she would lie to him like this,
“I am serious, my love. I just scratched my hand, it is fine”, she lied further. She hated lying to Dwayne, but she had to do it to protect her friend. He would not understand or see it how she saw it; he would assume she did it purposely and go after her, she certainly did not want that to happen.
“I can tell you are lying, why would you lie to me?”, he looked very hurt as he placed a sad frown on his lips,
“Now, let’s not be a hypocrite, Dwayne”, Daphne frowned as well, she could not believe that he was telling her not to lie to him when he was darn good at doing it to her.
“What is that supposed to mean?”, he cocked an eyebrow up and folded his arms over his chest,
“I am just saying that you lie to me, a lot”, she knew these words would hurt him, but she said them anyways, trying to prove a point to him,
“I had a valid reason for lying to you that one time”, he wondered how their simple conversation of him asking her how she got an injury had quickly turned into a fight.
“Because I accepted it, does not make it valid”, Daphne’s tone rose higher as she said this,
“Are we fighting over this?”, Dwayne asked, “I asked you how you got a fucking injury and you are giving me this kind of bullshit? Are you fucking shitting me?”, he had never sworn so much in one sentence,
“Do not swear at me”, she warned him, pointing her finger at his chest,
“Now, let’s not be a hypocrite, Daphne”, he quoted her own words in anger, she had no right to tell him what he could and could not do. He was the goddamn alpha king!
“Do not fuck with me, Dwayne”, she yelled at him,
“I am just saying that you swear at me, a lot”, he quoted her again with a triumphant smirk on his lips. He was still basking in his glory when he noticed something being thrown towards him, he dodged it quickly, letting the glass vase shatter on the wall and floor to the floor, “Are you fucking crazy, bitch?”, he yelled at her in surprise.
“Stop quoting me, you animal”, she said shoving him in the chest,
“Stop acting like a bitch, and I do not mean the good kind”, he had once again quoted her, she had said this the first day they met, the day he chose her to be his mate.
Smack!
Daphne’s eyes widened in surprise as her palm lay flat on his cheek, “Fuck, Dwayne. I am so sorry”, she could not belief what she had just done and neither could Dwayne; his shocked face and speechless self said it all. She quickly retracted her hand and placed her head on his chest as tears filled her eyes, “I am so sorry”.
“Did you just hit me?”, he took a step back from her as anger surged his body. He grabbed her wrist tightly and pushed her unto the wall roughly, she gasped in pain as her back hit the hard surface,
“I said I was sorry”, she whimpered timidly, her current attitude was a great contrast to how she had acted a few seconds ago.
“Sorry really does not cut it, Daphne”, he growled at her, she cowered down but he raised her head back up, “Look at me when I am talking to you”, she whimpered again,
“I said I was…”,
“Shut the fuck up!”, he yelled at her, cutting her short. He was tired of hearing her apologize over and over, she had slapped him across the face, no apology could ever change that. “You have been a very naughty girl Daphne”, he whispered into her ear, she shivered and pressed into the wall. He pushed off the wall, releasing her and going to the bed to sit, “Strip”, he ordered.
“What?”, Daphne was confused, why was he asking her to remove her clothes,
“Do not make me repeat myself”, he growled at her, “I said strip”, he demanded. She winced but nodded, pulling her blouse off her head slowly, she did the same to her jeans. She paused half naked and waited for his next command, “Why are you still standing there? I thought I told you to strip”,
“Completely?”, her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets and she felt very self-conscious; this was not the first time she would be naked in front of him, but this felt different from the other times.
“Yes”, he nodded, giving her a very harsh stare. The stare reminded her of the ones her mother used to give her when she had done something wrong, which was almost every single day. Silently, she removed her bra, releasing her breasts from their bondage. Then, she slid her panties off her hips, letting it fall to the ground while she stepped out of it. “Come here”, he tapped his laps and she knew what she was supposed to do.
She placed her bare ass on his jean clad thigh, the rough material harsh on her lower region. He took a rubber band and tied her head into a ponytail, wrapping her hair around her hair tightly, “You have been a very naughty girl, Daphne. I must teach you a lesson”, he stood up and once again placed her on the wall, rougher than before.
“Shit”, she whimpered as her head hit the wall,
“I do not want to hear your voice unless you are yelling my name in pain and pleasure”, he bit on her earlobe roughly and pushed her further into the wall. He placed his lips on hers harshly as he squeezed her soft breasts with force, “You want to be a bitch? I will show you how a real bitch is treated”, he used a hand to unbuckle his belt, letting his jeans pool unto the ground around his ankles. He released her once more and pushed her unto the ground, making her kneel before him. He went further to pull his boxers off with his jeans, his large cock in line with Daphne’s small mouth.
Without warning, he shoved his large cock into her mouth, grabbing her hair and wrapping it around his hand once more. He used his hand to push her head unto his length, he wanted her mouth to take all of him, if it was possible, she should take his balls as well.
Her make-up was now smeared all over her face as she was being man handled by the man she had fallen so deeply in love with. If she said she was enjoying being treated like this, she was telling a huge lie; this was incredibly demeaning.
He kept on pounding into her throat; even when he felt his release, he did not stop. He exploded into her mouth, not caring how it made her feel this time, he was so ill bent on teaching her a lesson.
She felt his hot load shoot down her throat as he removed his cock from her mouth, allowing her to gasp for air. A second later, he carried her up on the wall again, slamming his huge self into her tiny unlubricated hole. She was not feeling any pleasure from the way he was treating her, only pain and hurt. Tears fell from her eyes as she screamed and pleaded for him to treat her with more care, but he was already too far gone.
She understood that he was punishing her for slapping him, but this was uncalled for; he had gone too far with this, fucking her on the wall like she was just a twenty-dollar slut he had picked off on the road.
Soon, she could feel her own climax coming, her body betraying her like the traitor it had always been; but before she could even release, he shot into her and pulled out of her quickly, making sure she did not come down from her high.
He dropped her and she fell to the ground, sobbing in pain, “Next time you decide to slap me, your punishment will be worse”, he took his clothes from the floor and walked away from her, leaving her to cry. She still could not believe he had done that to her, she, the luna queen of all lycanthropes was treated by her own mate in such a manner.
She felt shame and embarrassment wash over her as she replayed the scene that had just happened a few minutes ago, did this make her his sex slave? Was he just waiting for her to finally let him in so he could do this?
Was this how it was going to be from now on?