The Alpha's Captive (12 page)

She let out a little whimper and tried to relax, glad for the fact that he had applied generous amounts of lube before making his entrance. The lubrication made the passage of his thumb smoother, but it did nothing for the hot flush of humiliation that threatened to consume her as he pulled his digit out of her rectum and pressed the rounded tip of the thick rubber plug into her bottom, pushing it in firmly, spreading her anus around the greased rubber, making her stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

Panting with arousal and a little bit of pain, Hannah was splayed in place beneath the alpha’s palm, her bottom becoming a vessel of his will as he worked the plug in as deep as it would go. Slowly but surely, she felt the stretching increase until finally her anus closed around the narrow neck of the plug, the base sitting securely outside her body, holding it in place.

“Very nice,” Lorcan said, patting her bottom in a pleased fashion. “I think this will be conducive to much better behavior.”

“That’s it? You just put it in?”

“Go and get cleaned up and put something on for dinner,” Lorcan said. “We’re having a semi-formal meal this evening to properly welcome Kent.”

“Who the fu… who is Kent?”

“He’s the man we were welcoming the other night,” Lorcan said. “Unfortunately, that event was rather postponed due to various events.” He gave her a significant look. “I do not want tonight to be interrupted. So you will be on your best behavior, understand?”

Hannah did not argue. Lorcan’s demeanor was that of a man who did not wish to be pushed further, and she could not imagine what he would do next if putting a big plug in her bottom was a step he had already taken.

She did as she was told, demurring to his will as she took a shower. The hot water stung the welts on her bottom and the plug was not exactly comfortable either. The longer she wore it the less uncomfortable it was physically but the more significance it took on emotionally. He had declared that her bottom be stretched for him, and no matter how well she was dressed she would know it was there. He would know it was there.

Feeling very small and naughty, Hannah dressed for dinner. Clothing had been procured for her, from where she did not know, but a red silk dress hid her nudity and her sins. Lorcan wore a formal suit and together they went down for dinner looking every inch the lord and lady of the manor—if one ignored the way the lady squirmed when she sat and blushed every few seconds.

Fortunately for Hannah, the nice newcomer named Kent was the focus of the conversation and nobody noticed how quiet she was. After all, she was not really part of the pack. Most of the time the others ignored her. Lorcan demanded they respect her, but they didn’t seem to like her. Her presence was probably as strange and inexplicable to them as it was to her.

The plug in her rear was not painful, but she could not forget about it. Every little movement she made caused it to move inside her, a reminder of Lorcan’s claim over her. And yet what did his claim mean? What would it bring her? A lonely life on the outskirts of a pack she could never belong to?

As the meal went on, her mood darkened more and more. She should have been sitting at that table as an equal. She shared blood with the pack through Honoraria after all, but because she was no wolf, because they were all so close with one another, she was nothing but the alpha’s bit of ass on the side.

Her temper finally ran out somewhere around dessert. Having picked at most of her meal, she still wasn’t hungry and the chocolate cake and its ample ganache did not tempt her either.

“Do not sulk, whelp,” Lorcan murmured in her direction. His words made her temper flare, the final lecturing straw that broke the camel’s back. She was not sulking. Well, perhaps she was, but she was sulking for very good reason. She felt alone and she felt sad and the plug in her bottom reminded her of a helplessness she did not enjoy.

Without a thought for the consequences of her actions, Hannah scooped up the cake in her hand and mushed it directly into Lorcan’s face.

There was a collective gasp, and then a roar of laughter as her act left the great alpha looking very silly covered in cake. Knowing she had about .02 seconds to make her escape, Hannah pushed back her chair and took to her heels, hiking up her skirt to take the grand staircase two and three steps at a time.

“You rebellious little brat!” Lorcan thundered the words as Hannah shrieked with laughter. “Get back here!”

Going back to him was the last thing on Hannah’s mind. Should she have made such a public display of insubordination? Perhaps not, but he had it coming. Did he truly expect her to be some mild and obedient little captive?

Coming to the top of the stairs, she took first one turn then another through the warren of corridors, far enough ahead of him that he could not easily track her. After dashing through several rooms, she ultimately took refuge behind a floor-to-ceiling-length curtain, becoming one with the thick fabric.

It was a good hiding place and she hoped he would not find her there. Reckoning would come at some point, she knew that, but the longer she could stave it off, the longer she could enjoy the feeling of rebellious independence rushing through her veins.

Four paws, not two legs entered the room. He had shifted in order to track her. Smart move. Hannah tried to stay very still. Perhaps he’d lose her scent amongst the dust and the history in the room. The place must smell like generations of people.

Alas, it was not to be. Lorcan threw back the curtain. He was naked as anything could be, his tall muscular frame primed for action. Hannah looked into his eyes and let out one last rebellious laugh before she was grabbed, hauled across the room, and thrown across his bare thigh.

“You are a very naughty girl,” he growled down at her. “I told you to behave yourself.”

“I don’t care what you told me!” she yelled back over her shoulder. “I don’t care what you say, don’t you get it!? You’re not my boss.”

“I’m your alpha.”

“No, you’re not. Wolves have alphas and I’m not one, so take your growly shit somewhere else, fluffy.”

“Did you just call me… fluffy?” He let out a laugh of real amusement that reached the beams of the ceiling and came back down to meet her bottom just as his palm slapped her pink rear once more. “That is not one I have heard before.”

“Glad you like it, Fido.”

A hard slap made her yelp like a pup and sent rough tingles shooting over the surface of her rear. Though he had laughed at her jest, Lorcan was not playing with her. Not in any sense. As the spanking began again, Hannah started to twist and writhe, the sensation overloading her nerves and making every part of her reach, feet kicking, butt clenching against the plug lodged firmly in her tight little ass.

“You need to learn to behave yourself, Hannah,” he reiterated.

“Why!? You want to keep me cooped up in this prison until I die. Well, I won’t die here, Lorcan. I’m going to escape, and you can’t stop me, I don’t care how much you hurt me.”

She made her statement defiantly through a barrage of slaps that made her squeak through some words and gasp between others. He could thrash her, he could tie her up, he could keep her in the deepest dungeon along with Sacha, but she would never, ever stop trying to escape. She had not come all this way to be trapped by some monster of a man.

Lorcan stopped spanking her for a moment and ran his palm over her heated ass. “I am not doing this to hurt you.”

“Really? Because that’s exactly what spankings do, they hurt.”

“I mean I am not keeping you here to hurt you,” he corrected himself, swatting her lightly. “Your mouth never stops running, does it?”

“Just like I’m never going to stop running,” she shot back. “I’m going to get out of here, Lorcan. And you can’t stop me.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said, pulling her up from his lap. The room they found themselves in contained a great deal of old, overstuffed furniture. Lorcan took Hannah to a chaise and pushed her over the well-padded end of it, throwing her skirt back up over her waist in one easy motion. She expected more spanking, instead she felt his fingers at the base of the plug.

It was the oddest sensation to have it moving inside her, first forward and then back and then around and then… she gasped as he pulled it from her bottom entirely and replaced it with something much longer and much thicker.

His cock stretched her little anus, sliding into that tight but prepared space in one long, smooth stroke. The plug had done its job. She was not tense, but being forced to accommodate a larger object did sting a little. Lorcan slid slowly inside her all the way to the base of his cock and then pulled out in one equally long and torturous stroke.

“You understand now, don’t you,” he growled down at her.

She did understand. There was no denying the point the alpha was making now, holding her trapped over the chaise with strong hands and an even more powerful body. Hannah squealed loudly as he fucked her bottom, his hands clamped at her hips, his cock punishing her in the most tender place she possessed.

Having her bottom taken was nothing like having her pussy fucked. Her bottom walls did not clench and the pleasure did not immediately ripple deep. Instead the heat came from the extreme vulnerability of the position and the stretching of her anus as he made use of that tight little hole more for his pleasure than for hers.

She was not immune from arousal though. Within a few dozen strokes of the alpha’s thick cock inside her tight bottom, Hannah’s pussy was ripe with juices, swollen lips responding to the pounding in her rear with an attempt to draw Lorcan lower.

He ignored the call of her dewy chalice and instead continued to fuck her bottom hole, slapping her cheeks every other stroke so she would not forget that she was a naughty girl being punished.

“Is this what you needed, Hannah? To be fucked in your arse? Do simple spankings and reasonable warnings not get through to you?”

He emphasized his questions with sharp slaps to her cheeks, which produced little grunting squeals from Hannah.

“No!” she gasped.

“I don’t know, brat,” Lorcan drawled. “It seems to me that the only time I know you’re behaving yourself is when one of your orifices is wrapped around my cock. It seems to me that you’re a very naughty girl who needs to be fucked and fucked hard just to behave herself.”

His words heightened the effect of the thrusts, his lecturing making her face go as red as her dress. Though his cock was buried inside her bottom, he nevertheless managed to sound completely composed as he made her aware of the fact that she was being disciplined.

Another barrage of slaps landed on her spread bottom cheeks and Hannah’s body responded with a welling of pleasure that made every part of her body feel hot and tense. In spite of the fact she was being punished, in spite of the fact she was sure she would never sit properly again, in spite of everything, her cunt was clenching hard and the little pleasure bud of her clitoris was painfully erect.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

Hannah had no words with which to reply, just a long moan that could only be interpreted in the affirmative. Lorcan continued fucking her ass with long strokes, but he began to touch her more gently. Instead of slapping, his hands began to caress her bottom and then down her thigh and then slide underneath her hips to… touch… her… clit.

When Lorcan’s fingers brushed against that needy little bud, Hannah’s entire body contracted in an orgasm that hit her like a bolt of lightning, jetting through every nerve in her being. She cried out at the top of her lungs, her gasps mingled with Lorcan’s growl as his hips stiffened and drove forward and his cum began pumping inside the tight cavity of her bottom. He had finished as he had started, deep inside her once virginal little ass. She could feel the flush of heat inside her, and as he withdrew some thick strands of cum emerging with his cock, painting her well fucked anus with a balm that tingled.

Lorcan slid his arms up her body and gently pulled her up into a standing position, turning her to draw her into a forgiving embrace. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other slid up under her fallen skirt to cup her bottom. Hannah nestled her head against his broad chest and then, for reasons too many to count, the tears came. Tears she could not stop.

“Shhh, little one,” Lorcan tried to soothe her. “You are forgiven.”

But she was not forgiven. She was still a prisoner. Still a little fuck toy for the alpha. Still a duck out of water. Still so very far from home, and in spite of the arms around her, still alone.

“I’m taking you to bed,” Lorcan said, lifting her limp, chastised form in his arms. “You need a good night’s sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Hannah could not sleep. She was tucked under the sleeping alpha’s arm and he was deep in dreams, but she had been awake since he had kissed the last of her tears from her cheeks and soothed her until he’d given in to sleep.

It was not the lingering ache in her bottom that kept her awake, it was the fact she could not forget about the power the wolves shared, how the pack was united in a way she had never experienced and would never experience as a mere human. In spite of Lorcan’s efforts, Hannah’s sense of isolation was growing by the day, the feeling that she was cut off from the world and out of place besides.

If only she could talk to him about it, but Lorcan would not entertain any conversation at all on the subject. If she broached the topic at all he would glower and not speak. That alone would not dissuade Hannah though. Honoraria had become a werewolf, so it was obviously possible. He could make her as he was if he wanted to. But he did not want to share that part of himself. He did not want her to be part of the pack. He wanted to fuck her and enjoy her and keep her from the gift he enjoyed.

As she laid there in the dark of night, resentment and anger began to direct her thoughts. Lorcan would not bring her into the pack, but Hannah knew there was one person who was not reluctant. One person who had been all too willing to turn her from the beginning: Sacha.