Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,91

His hand landed on the small of her back.

"Settle, Naya." His command was low, rolling through her

She moaned, her bottom hole spasming around the plug.

Walking around her. His bobbing cock reminded her of the first time she'd seen him clearly, waiting to be called to her nest.

He showed her where he wanted her hands and how to rest her legs. The bench had a place for her hands to clench over round dowel handholds. Bending her knees, her Monster maneuvered her legs so that her they rested on the side padding. It wasn't uncomfortable, other than her breasts being smashed and her head being in a downward position.

"I could restrain you with belts and buckles. Do I need to?"

Locked up a bit in her head at what was happening, she heard him speak, but not the question. "What?"

He lifted her up again and shoved a pillow under her torso, easing the pressure on her breasts caused by the flat bench. His cock was close to her face, the rich smell running up into her olfactory senses and resetting all her thoughts, taking her mind out of the strange position.

She opened her mouth, straining for a lick, but he jerked away. "No. You haven't earned that."

Her whine was all protest.

"Baby wants that, does she? I don't think so. Baby is not in charge." His hands went to her hair, pulling it down from where it was pinned and gathering it up the side. His claws scraped her scalp, making her shiver.

His actions were just shy of threats.

"I want you to stay where I put you. You let go, kick, or move, you get more strokes." His tongue was thick. Naya could hear his beast in his words. "Tell me what I just said to you."

"You want me to stay where you put me. If I let go or kick, I get more strokes. What strokes?"

He disappeared from her line of sight and returned with a flail. The wand-like end of it that fit in his hand was leather-wrapped, and on the other end was a careful weave of dozens of strands. He lifted it and pulled it slow across the skin he'd exposed at the back of her neck.

A stroke.

It followed his progress as he moved out of her eyesight and behind her, where her bottom was in the air, exposed.

"Hold on tight. Don't move. Take your punishment, or you will get more," he reminded her. "I'm going to adjust the bench a bit and open you up for one more thing before we get started."

The back end of the bench lifted. Naya clenched her eyes shut and held on. She heard him move something and her legs opened as the back half of the bench spread her apart. Setting down again, he messed with the height of her body, lifting as he moved things.

"Very nice,” he said against the skin of her inner thigh. A sweet kiss was followed by a shallow bite. "Such a pretty little thing. Sweet little thing. Is my treasure gonna be good for me?"

Kiss, bite.

Kiss, bite.

His teeth pinched. His mouth sucked. Pleasure and ownership. Hands touching, letting her feel where he was as he made his way back to her dripping, exposed core.

"Look at that poor pussy. This poor neglected pussy. Have to be so careful. My child is growing in there. My woman is sheltering life there. Can't stuff you full of my knot. Gonna have to stuff you full of something else. Good thing I have that something right here."

She heard his movement, and then he was in front of her again, something new in his hands: a knife and a fat piece of root.

He sliced down one side with a claw, breaking the skin and releasing a spicy, warm fragrance Naya instantly recognized. "Do you know what this is?"

"Yes." She knew. But why did he have it? Why was he using the knife to carefully peel it?

"Tell me."

"That's ginger."

"Yes. Have you ever tasted fresh ginger?"

She flicked her eyes over his face. "Yes."

"You know its effects."

"Yes."

The spicy scent filled the room now as he peeled the skin off the fat root. "I'm going to give this to you, and you are going to hold it for me."

Her response to open a hand for it was reflexive, but he pressed down on her shoulder. Naya didn't understand what he wanted.

Voice deep in his chest, he asked darkly, "Did I say you could fuckin' move?"

She shook her head.

"I want you to listen. I want you