Fate made her his. He just has to hunt her down…
For centuries Emma has sought to keep herself from being bound to a mate, immortal or otherwise. But Jean-Cristophe is an alpha wolf, and he will take what belongs to him.
She will be claimed, marked, and ravaged until she screams his name, even if that means first stripping her bare and spanking her until she is sore, sobbing, and shamefully in need.
Author: Delta James
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 53,500 words
Giving her no respite, Jean-Cristophe licked, kissed, and sucked his way down to her pussy before probing it with his tongue. He plunged it inside her, darting it back and forth as he explored and tasted her. She twisted and squirmed, but he held her fast as he treated her to an extended tongue fucking. As he pressed his thumb against her dark passage, Emma cried out as she came again.
“Are you ready to give your submission to me? To learn to obey me in all things?”
“No, please?” she begged.
Emma needed him to cease this exquisite torture. She hated that he could render her so needy that she was willing to do whatever he wanted just so he’d sink his cock deep within her and allow her to come.
“You will submit and then you will ask me to take your bottom hole for my pleasure.”
“Yes, Emma. You will show me that you have learned to accept my dominance and mastery over you. I will give you no further relief this night until you have come from having your ass taken for the first time.”
He reached back between her legs and stroked her pussy, plunging his fingers in and out to ramp up her need for him. Emma’s body arched as her desire spiked and she felt as though she were on a roller coaster as it reached the top of a steep climb before cresting it to race down at breakneck speed. Just as she began to tumble into the abyss, he withdrew his fingers and blew gently on her heated folds before he raised himself on his elbows.
“Damn it, Jean-Cristophe,” she cursed and was rewarded with two sharp swats to her engorged vulva. She screamed partly in pain and partly in frustration.
“You will ask me to take your back passage or I will take my relief in your mouth, shooting my seed deep into your belly before I put you back over my knee and take my belt to you. When I have welted your backside sufficiently, you will beg me to claim your last virgin hole.”
Emma cursed him again as he flipped her back onto her belly, swatting her backside as she screamed into the bedclothes. She knew she would do as he wanted. The worst part was so did he.
His self-satisfied chuckle made her wish for the earth to open up and swallow him whole. Unfortunately, Emma knew all too well that her wish would not be granted and that she would have to yield or do without the satisfaction that only Jean-Cristophe could give her. His ability to force her to submit was a bitter pill, but she knew she had no choice but to swallow it… along with her pride.
“All right, you win; I yield.”
“And what have I won, ma coeur?”
“Would you please take my bottom hole?”
Jean-Cristophe scooped out more of her natural lubricant and applied it to the tight ring of muscle that had guarded it from ever having been breached. She saw him slather more on his fully engorged cock. She mewled anxiously and tried instinctively to move away as he pressed its head against her dark rosebud. He gripped the top of her shoulder and held her in place. He didn’t mount her forcefully, just pushed himself into her slowly but inexorably. She felt each and every inch of his staff as he slowly sank himself into her until her ass was hard up against his hips.
“Just relax and accept, Emma,” he said soothingly. “I will see you pleasured from this act as well.”
Before she could make any retort, he began to stroke her bottom hole in the same way he did when he was leisurely plundering her pussy. The discomfort of his having breached her anally with his cock for the first time slowly began to give way to a new kind of carnality she had never indulged before. She could feel her nipples harden, her clit and vulva become even more engorged, and her pussy begin to pulse as Jean-Cristophe began driving into her.
“Jean-Cristophe,” she moaned.
“Come for me, my Emma.”