She nodded.

“On my lap. Face away from me.”

She obeyed, he helped her to stand from kneeling so she wouldn’t lose her balance.

“Legs outside mine, I want your cunt spread wide open for me.”

Her heart pounded as she adjusted how she sat. He moved so his c**k rested between her legs, up against the folds of her pu**y.

“Hot. Scorching hot and creamy wet. My favorite,” he said in her ear before biting down on the lobe. “Use my c**k to make yourself come.”

Desire for him ran through her like honey. Sticky-sweet and warm. Languid, she moved, undulating while she held his c**k against her on the opposite side as the full length of him stroked against her.

“Tell me how it feels,” he gasped.

“Good. Oh Ben, so good. Your c**k is rubbing over all of my pu**y. I’m so slick and my clit is so hard.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to angle you just right and slide into your cunt. After two orgasms you’ll be nice and ready. Swollen and juicy. I’m going to pound and watch that weight swing back and forth, knowing it’s tugging on your ni**les. You know I’ll make you finger your pu**y, I love the way you feel when you come around me. At some point, I’ll pull the clamps free and you know what you’ll feel then. You do remember, you just spilled honey all over me. Close now, hmm?”

She swallowed back something utterly incoherent as the ridge of his c**k stroked back and forth over her clit again, sending spirals of pleasure through her, blinding her.

It was then he bit her on her shoulder, prolonging the orgasm as her wolf stirred, loving that bit of dominance she could understand as well.

He helped her to stand and did as well. While she watched, he stroked himself, still bathed in her honey while his eyes never left her face. She whimpered and he stopped.

“What is it?”

“I want it to be me doing that.”

He chuckled darkly and then licked his fingers, nearly sending her to her knees. “Go stand next to the bed. Palms flat against the mattress.”

She moved, knowing what was next. Her body trembled in anticipation. He hadn’t flogged her in weeks. She felt as if she’d drown in the intensity of his need for her. But his very being anchored her, kept her from slipping away completely.

Anxiously, her body attuned to the sounds she knew would come. First the creak of the handle as he gripped it. Then the slither of the tails as they slid against each other when he weighted it properly in his grasp. She scented the leather, the oil from his hand on the handle. The combination of the sounds and scent of the flogger in this man’s hand devastated her in a way little else did.

And then the first, cool, feather-light touch of the tails as he lightly drew them over her shoulders, down the line of her back, across her ass and up her thighs.

By the time he shifted subtly behind her, moving back to get full extension of his forearm and wrist, she’d slid deep into the narcotic bliss of subspace. Limbs heavy with pleasure, she registered the first sting on her left thigh. And then her right. Over and over again, in multiple places from the tips of her shoulders to the backs of her thighs. He’d spread her stance wide enough that he tickled her pu**y, swollen and sensitized with just the barest tip of the tails.

Heat built over her skin as the percussion sent blood to the surface layers, making it more sensitive to every touch.

Dimly, she heard the thud as he tossed the flogger to the side, felt the wetness of a tongue sliding down the line of her spine, down the seam of her ass and straight to her pu**y.

She cried out, beginning to rise from the heady languor she’d been in, arching toward him. “Please, your cock, please,” she begged, her voice a slight slur.

The blunt head of his c**k was pressing into her gate before she’d even realized he’d stood. He’d truly become fast since his conversion.

“Cripes, you feel good.” He adjusted her, one hand at her hip as the other grabbed her hair the way he knew drove her insane as he made good on his promise to f**k her so hard the weight between her br**sts would swing.

His c**k slid in deep, retreating with a wet, slow sound. She didn’t want him to leave, moved her body with his with a sound of entreaty and he leaned down, careful not to put pressure on her back and with the hand that’d been in her hair, pulled the nipple clamps off.

She gasped at the wave of sensation, first pain and then the warmth of pleasure flooded through her. Her ni**les throbbed with sensation, driving her close to coming right at that very moment.

“No, no. Not yet, red wolf. I want to feel the way the muscles on your forearm cord as you make yourself come.”

His voice was everything. Dark and velvet, filled with longing, with adoration and love, with arrogance and self assuredness that absolutely marked him as an alpha man and a very Alpha wolf.

She gave herself to him as she did every time he asked because she loved him.

Because he took her love and the gift of herself and he made her feel as if she were the most special, beautiful creature alive. Even with Lucas it had never felt so intimate, so intense and loving even as it felt deliciously wicked and taboo at the same time.

As her fingers danced around her clit, he spoke to her low and intense. Told her he loved her. Told her how beautiful she was, told her he lived to wake up to her face each day and she knew he meant every word. Those words, the reverent way he spoke to her, treated her, sounded in her ears as the mammoth climax hit, sucking her under with an anguished cry as she shoved back to meet him, to take him in as deeply as she could while her body clutched his.