Black Velvet (10 page)

“How are you doing, Joy?”

“Green, Sir.” She couldn’t manage anything more.

“I’m taking over the counting, sweetheart,” he said as he shifted beneath her.

The hard length of his cock pressed against her lower belly, making her wholly aware of him. The throbbing in her clit increased. He lifted his hand and brought it down again, two on each side, never striking the same spot twice.

“Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,” he said, a moment later, the last one came down, more powerful than the rest, “and fifteen.” The heat bloomed in her ass, spreading fast until her pussy clenched hard around nothing. She moaned, needing so much more.

“How does she look, Jake? Do you think she’s taking her punishment well?”

Warren’s voice came to her from far away. She was aware, yet distanced from everything, floating in the calm place where nothing but sensation existed.

“Her ass looks like it’s on fire, and her pussy is wet, very wet. I think she’s enjoying her punishment a little too much.” Jake’s deep baritone drew her a little closer to reality.

“How are you doing, sweetheart? What’s your color?”

Warren’s hand was rubbing slow circles on her hot ass, making it near impossible for her to concentrate on his words, but she forced the word out. “Green.”

“Next is the paddle. I’m going to go fast, to get it over with, but if you need me to stop, you say your safeword, and I will stop.”

She took a deep breath and nodded.

It only took a moment, and then the sharp whap of the paddle made contact with her skin. She cried out, and for a second, she thought of moving, but Jake’s hands held her where she was meant to be. A second later, the sharp bite came down on the other side.

“Color,” Warren’s voice was more strained than she’d ever heard it.

She breathed through the pain, letting the heat sink in. “Green.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper.

“Fuck,” he said a little under his breath. “One, and two,” he called out, paused, then raised the paddle again. “Three, and four.” He only hesitated long enough to listen for her safeword before he delivered the final blow. “And five.”

The paddle hit the floor at his feet, and a moment later, she was in his arms, being carried into a private room.

She couldn’t lift her head from where he cradled it on his chest. Her ass was on fire, and her pussy throbbed, but she was boneless in his arms.

***

Warren held Joy close. As cathartic as spanking her ass had been, he wondered if he’d gone too far, but he didn’t have time to worry about it. Joy was deep in subspace and needed care. Once she recovered, she might tell him to go to hell, but until then, he would hold her and care for her.

He laid her in the center of the bed and grabbed the soothing aloe vera cream he’d brought in. He spread it over her heated flesh, rubbing gently until it was all gone, then applied some more. With a bottle of juice, and a sweet chocolate truffle waiting for her on the table next to the bed, he climbed in, pulling her into his arms before covering them both with a soft blanket.

It took a little while, but Joy finally sighed and pulled her face out from where she’d nestled it against his neck. He didn’t speak, didn’t make any demands. He held her, stroking his hand up and down her back as she returned to earth.

She snuggled deeper, sneaking her arm over his waist to hold him closer. “Where are we?” she whispered.

“Still at the dungeon, sweetheart. You took your punishment, and then I brought you in here to recover.” He sat, taking her with him, cradling what was sure to be a very sore bottom between his thighs to keep the pressure on it light. “I have a little treat for you and a drink if you’d like it.”

He took the truffle and held it to her lips. She opened her mouth, letting him take care of her without even looking at what he had offered. The moment it hit her tongue, she closed her eyes and moaned. Only once she’d savored it for as long as she could did she open them again.

“That was delicious, thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, Joy. Now have a drink.” He held the straw to her lips, and she sipped.

“Thank you,” she repeated.

“How are you doing, Joy? I was pretty hard on you today.”

She smiled up at him, a dopey kind of smile that made him want to grin right along with her. “Still green, Sir.”

What had he ever done to deserve such a strong and wonderful mate? He pressed his lips to her forehead and tucked the blanket around her again. “Let me know when you’re ready for your reward, sweetheart.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “My reward, Sir?”

“For taking such good care of our pack. For saving Jamie. For being so fucking amazing that I can’t believe you’ve agreed to be mine.”

“I’m ready, Sir.”

He wasn’t convinced. “If you’re ready for your reward, then get dressed, we’re getting out of here,” he said, watching her carefully.

Her eyes rounded, and her mouth dropped open, but she didn’t hesitate long before getting out of bed and searching for her clothes. She was steady on her feet and focused on her task. When she spotted the neatly folded clothes he’d left on the table, she headed straight for it. “Is this what you’d like me to wear, Sir?”

“It is.”

She pulled her gray sweats, the ones that drove him crazy at the gym, over her ass, and a light pink T-shirt over her head. When she turned to face him, he groaned and had to adjust his leathers, giving his cock more room. At the gym, she always wore a sports bra beneath her tanks, but he had purposely left it in her dresser when he’d gone in there to find this comfy outfit for her. He’d wanted nothing but loose, soft clothing to touch her tender skin. But the effect of seeing her nipples pebbled and waiting for his attention had him harder than he’d been all day.

He got up to join her, pulling her in for a lingering kiss before he grabbed his black T-shirt and slipped it over his head. “Let’s go.”

Joy didn’t know what to expect. After the spanking she’d gotten at the club, she thought Warren would reward her with mind blowing sex and multiple orgasms, but he’d surprised her by telling her to get dressed so they could leave. He kept one hand on her knee as he drove, rubbing maddening little circles through the soft material of her pants. Was he going to bring her to the gym? She sure as hell hoped not. As much as she had enjoyed her time at the club, her ass was still sore, and the thought of putting it through a workout wasn’t a pleasant one.

When he passed the gym and headed down the street to their complex, she breathed a little sigh of relief. Whatever he had planned for her reward was probably at his place.

“Stay where you are,” he ordered as he hopped out of the truck and came around to her side. Just as he had done at the club, he took her in his arms and carried her.

“I can walk, Sir,” she said with a giggle, but then wrapped her arms around his neck and let him do as he pleased. Arguing with the man might delay her reward, and she didn’t want that.

“I know. Humor me,” he said as he made his way through the lobby and to the elevator.

She half expected him to kiss her, or do something on the way up to his apartment, but he smiled at her and waited for the ride to be over. When the doors slid open, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Candles covered every surface, hundreds of them. Soft music filled the air.

Warren walked over to the couch and set her gently down before getting on his knees in front of her. “I want to claim you in every way I can, Joy. I want to see my ring on your finger so that men all over will know you’re taken. I want to put my collar around your neck, so Doms know you’re mine. And I know the pack will expect to take part in the ceremony, but for tonight, I want it to be just us.”

Warren huffed out his breath. She’d never seen her big, bad, Alpha anything less than confident. It was kind of cute.

“I’m messing this up,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“You’re not. Maybe you’re overthinking it. Maybe for once, we should let our instincts take over and see what happens, Right now,” she said as she stood and waited for him to join her, “my instincts are telling me to do this.”

Joy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She brought her hands up beneath his T-shirt and lifted it, revealing all the sculpted muscles she’d admired but hadn’t had the chance to explore. When she lowered her head to him and flicked her tongue over his nipple, he groaned and fisted her hair, but didn’t try to control her exploration. She didn’t wait for his command, didn’t wait for an invitation. She brought her fingers down the front of his leathers and undid the button before sliding her hand inside to his hard cock.

“You know, I haven’t decided,” she told him, her voice huskier than normal, “whether I want to bite you here,” she leaned into him and nipped his shoulder, before making a trail down to his chest with her tongue, “or here.” She bit him harder, leaving a pink mark on his skin.

Warren stiffened, and a growl rumbled out of him. Not an angry sound, but the sexy kind a wolf made when it wanted to play with its mate. She slid his zipper down before getting on her knees. “Or maybe, this is a better spot?” she asked him, as she nipped at the sexy area on his lower abdomen where a small trail of darker hair pointed to her prize.

She pulled his pants down to his knees and looked up at him, her heart pounding. His cock, long, and hard stood at attention, curving toward his belly. She’d never taken a man before. Not like she would take him. “Tonight, I’m doing this for me. Because
I
want to. I want to taste you, touch you. I need to own you, Warren. Tomorrow I’ll be your sub, and I’ll enjoy every second of it, but tonight, I’m your mate. And I’m taking what’s mine,” she told him before she took him into her mouth. His hands tightened in her hair, giving her just enough tension to make her scalp tingle.

“Fuck, Joy,” he said with a hiss as he let his head fall back.

She took him in, over and over, letting the taste of him coat her tongue, relishing in the sounds of his quick breaths, and his helpless little thrusts as he made her take him a little bit deeper.

When his hands tightened in her hair, and he tried to pull her away, she looked up at him and held on. Her growl vibrated all around him, which only made him moan louder. His fingers relaxed. She licked and sucked, all the while, keeping her gaze locked onto his. She waited until his eyes lost a bit of their focus before cupping his balls in the palm of her hand. Giving him a light squeeze, she growled again.

“Baby, I can’t hold on,” he said, in a strangled whisper.

She didn’t want him to hold on. She didn’t want him to hold back. He was hers, and she would have him. All of him. She moved faster, sucking; licking, retreating, until his short little thrusts became more erratic, and he pumped in and out of her mouth. When he finally moaned, and his whole body became rigid, she took him in one last time, swallowing everything he was giving her as he came for her. Only once she’d taken every last drop, did she let him go. “Mine,” she said before she found that spot she loved so much and bit him—hard.

Warren moaned as her teeth sank deep. One second he was still as could be, the next, he was all over her. He had his arms around her and her lips crushed beneath his. His tongue invaded her mouth taking what he wanted, what he needed, leaving nothing behind. Her T-shirt came off with a quick jerk, and the sound of tearing material. He lowered her to the floor, pulling her pants down and off before he settled between her thighs and ground his cock against her throbbing clit.

***

“I can’t wait,” Warren growled against her lips as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, positioned himself, and sank all the way in.

He couldn’t stop, couldn’t help himself. Having his mate claim him in the way she had had brought the wolf to the surface, and he had no hope of reining it back in. He didn’t want to. His balls slapped against her ass with each savage thrust, making her moan as he pounded into her. He tilted her pelvis a touch more and her little moans disappeared, replaced by louder, needier cries. Even though he’d just come down Joy’s throat, he was ready to burst. He lowered his head to her breast, licking around one pebbled peak, before grazing it with his teeth. When she arched her back, begging for more, he couldn’t deny her. He sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over and around it as he kept applying pressure.

“Yes, please, Warren,” she begged as she met his thrusts with her own.

The little muscles inside her pussy tightened around him, strangling him, robbing him of everything except the pleasure rushing through him. He needed her to feel the same jolt of pure ecstasy that had exploded through him when she’d bitten him.

Warren pulled away from her nipple with a pop, then lowered his mouth to the swell of her breast. “Mine,” he said again before he bit down, claiming her.

Joy cried out as her pussy clenched and released around him, milking him, driving him closer to the edge. Her nails dug into his back, adding an edge of pain that sent him cresting his climax again. He couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. He kept fucking her, taking her, wringing every last bit of pleasure from her body. When she started chanting his name, her fingers tangling in his hair, he drove harder still.