To set the scene, this follows on a few pages down from last week's tease. Henry is furious with Joanne for having exposed her powers to his enemies. She's receiving her first spanking, and Henry has just threatened to use his belt on her ass, if she doesn't take her punishment....
Oh. My. God. He couldn’t mean that, could he? Yet, the pressure on her back keeping her in place and the lazy circles he drew around her clit told her otherwise. Pleasure surged through Joanne, and she whimpered her denial when he withdrew his fingers, after sliding them through her folds. The wet sound her pussy made as he took his thick digits away should have embarrassed her, but his deep rumble of approval left no room for that.
“Beautiful, little red. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
He pressure on her back ceased, and Henry tugged her up by her hair, and twisted her head round to ensure she could see him. Heat rose in her cheeks, when he showed her his fingers, glistening with her arousal, and licked them clean. His wolf showed in his eyes, and a deep rumble came from his massive chest. A sound not unlike a tomcat might make when he is happy, and the vibrations of that sound settled straight in her clit. She wriggled, and tried to squeeze her thighs together to relieve that ache in her pussy, and his expression darkened.
“Oh, no you don’t, you naughty little witch. Your orgasms belong to me, and you will not try and get yourself off.”
In a blur of movement the hand he’d been licking clean swung to her ass, and Joanne screamed at the sharp pain that radiated up from her abused butt. Henry smirked, and maintaining eye contact with her kept on paddling her behind in a series of hard swats that seemed to go on forever. Joanne squirmed and screamed, and she was pretty sure she even pleaded with him to stop, but he didn’t pay her any heed. On and on the swats came until her whole body seemed on fire, and the pain morphed into something else entirely.
Just as quickly as he’d started, he stopped, and the stillness of the room seemed too loud. Joanne struggled to draw breath into her lungs, and she almost jumped off his lap, when his hot palms massaged her tender flesh, while murmuring endearments under his breath. His deep voice pulled her further into that strange floaty feeling, where sounds seemed muffled, yet every sensation appeared heightened.
When he ran what felt like one finger through her slit, Joanne jumped, and Henry chuckled.
“Oh, yes, time to make you truly fly, little red. I want you to come hard, and for as many times as I demand.”
He continued his slow strokes through her labial lips, dipping into her pussy hole, just enough for her internal muscles to clench around the invasion, and the familiar tingles started. Slowly, at first, and then in ever tighter circles of need, her body strained toward something spectacular. Over the roaring in her ears, Joanne concentrated on Henry’s voice, as he called her his good girl, and took her up the rungs of arousal time and time again. Each time he pulled away before she could tumble into her release with a stern, “Hold it girl, no coming until I tell you to.”
Each time he withdrew he swatter her ass lightly, and heat flared out from her butt to every part of her body, until her whole being was consumed by the scent and heat of the man surrounding her. A sharp sting trawled up and down her spine, the tiny pinpricks of pain pitching her higher into that maelstrom of hitherto unknown sensation, and then he was back between her legs. Slow strokes through her slit, around her clenching clit, and back to her pussy hole. Joanne gushed more of her juices with every stroke, and his solid erection firmed under her belly. Like a heated iron it branded her skin through the thin layer of her dress, and she wished with all her might that he would just end this torture and shove his thick cock into her. It would hurt, of that she was sure, but she was fast becoming to associate pain delivered by Henry with all-consuming pleasure.
As though he had read her thoughts, he pushed two digits into her channel, and pumped them in and out slowly in shallow strokes that pitched her right back up to the brink of exploding.
“Please, please, I need to…. Oh god, oh god….I can’t.”
“Fly for me, little red.” The words delivered with a voice thick with lust, sent her tumbling over and every muscle in Joanne’s body tensed. Even her toes curled under, as her vision dimmed with the sheer force of her orgasm.
“That’s my girl, so fucking beautiful. You’re soaking my jeans with your cum, girl, and your fingers are gripping me so tight. Tell me you want my cock, tell me you’re mine.” Joanne nodded, unable to get her voice to work as her body shook and shuddered. As the last aftershocks abated, she became aware of new sensation, as Henry slid his fingers out of her pussy and up to her anus instead. He circled the rim with one finger, and her breathing sped up as he gently pressed one finger against the opening, while resuming his manipulation of her clit.
“Good, girl, let me in. When I claim you, I’ll do it while buried balls deep in your ass. Will you let me do that, little red?”
“Ye-es, yes, god anything. Please, I’m so close again.” Joanne gasped the words out as he slid one slick finger past her ring of muscle. It burned and then that pain too dissipated as he began to thrust in and out her dark hole. When he pinched her clit, Joanne came a second and a third time, as the waves of arousal all merged into one. The world tilted, and by the time she finally had her breathing under control she was sat back on his lap, cocooned by his body strength. Henry had somehow rid himself of his shirt, and she nuzzled into his hair-roughened chest, dimly aware of his using the pitcher of water left on the side table next to her chair to wash his hands.
Waves of embarrassment pulled her under, as it dawned on her why he did that, and his pectorals flexed under her cheek, as he used his shirt to dry his hands, before he pulled her even closer.
How long they sat there with the fire slowly burning down, Joanne couldn’t say. She might even have fallen asleep, for all she knew, perfectly happy, and sated in the arms of the man she loved.
That thought made her sit up straight, and Henry released her with a sigh.
They’re the men mothers warn their daughters to stay away from.
In 1957 the tiny village of Middle Brook is caught between two warring MCs, the Mongrels and the Lupines. As a fledgling Guardian witch, not yet in full control of her immense powers, Joanne Lilley knows to stay away. When she witnesses the Mongrels leader being run off the road, the instant connection she feels to the wolf shifter changes everything. Is he the one destined to awaken her?
Henry Hastings is the Alpha of his pack and the village’s Protector. He’s a man with a vision—all shifters will unite against the evil that haunts Cumbria at night—something the Lupines vehemently oppose. Finding his mate is a young and innocent witch wasn't part of that vision, but the fates have decided.
Being with him places Joanne in danger, as her awakened powers are sought by his enemies.
When disaster strikes, Henry is faced with an impossible choice…
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