The Alpha's Punishment (2 page)

“No-o,” she moaned.

He pinched her nipples harder, making her writhe. “Try it again.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped. “Yes, I understand, but—”

“No buts. I want to keep you one stroke from an orgasm all day long. By the time I get you home and put my bareback cock inside you, you will orgasm so hard they’ll hear you in Africa. And when you do, your sweet little pussy will take every drop of my semen up inside of you to fertilize that egg you should be dropping any day now.”

She blushed, as she often did when he talked about getting her pregnant. He loved the thought of seeing her swollen with his child, starting the family he’d never known he wanted until he met her.

He switched off the anal vibrator. “You’re dismissed,” he said, giving her a wicked grin.

Her eyes watered, probably desperate for release, but she smoothed her hair and took a deep breath. “You’re killing me,” she whispered as she walked toward the door.

* * *

Oh, God. What was she going to do? That hadn’t gone as planned. She couldn’t think straight, her pussy still reverberating with the vibration of the toy he’d embedded in her. She tried to look professional, calm, and collected as she walked back to her office on wobbling knees.

Damn Ben Stone and his ability to turn her to a puddle of butter. Damn his sexy dark looks, authoritative command, and… tears sprang to her eyes once more. Damn his desire to start a family right now.

She opened the shades to her office window and looked out at the Denver skyline, the Rocky Mountains jutted majestically to the west. Maybe she should just give him what he wanted.

But what if she ended up resenting him and the child? What if she made a terrible stay-at-home mother and housewife? She didn’t really think she could handle being stuck at home all day by herself with a couple of kids—no matter how much she loved them. She’d always pictured having children later in her life, in her thirties, after she’d established her career. And she hadn’t really thought she’d stay home. Of course she and Ben hadn’t really talked about whether he wanted her to stay home or not, but his sister-in-law was a stay-at-home mom, so she had a feeling that was the way the wolves did it. They were a rather old-fashioned patriarchal clan.

She sank into her office chair, hoping the moisture seeping from her pussy didn’t soak through her panties onto her skirt. She leaned back and nibbled on her lip. To say she felt ashamed of herself was an understatement. She’d created quite a dilemma here, and the longer it went on, the worse it got.

She couldn’t talk to Ben now. It would be impossible.

She surged to her feet as the vibrator in her rectum came to life. Oh, dear lord. How would she survive this day? She looked at the clock as she gingerly lowered herself back down on her buzzing bottom. Only ten a.m. She would die before quitting time.

* * *

He turned on first one vibrator, then the other, and alternated for a solid thirty minutes before the lunch hour. When he stepped into her office to take her to lunch, he realized she wouldn’t make it through the day.

She looked feverish, her eyes wild and dilated, her lips pursed with tension. Her thick, reddish-brown hair looked rumpled, as if she’d been running her hands through it.

He would take her home, fuck her, and give her the afternoon off. “Come,
mi amor
. Get your purse, I’m taking you to lunch.”

She looked confused, as if the simple task of picking up her purse was too much to comprehend.

He grabbed it for her and helped her to her feet. “Come on, sweetheart. I’m almost through with you,” he whispered in her ear.

She slumped against him, clearly relieved.

He slid an arm around her waist to provide support and led her out. “Ashley isn’t feeling well, so I’m taking her home. I’m not sure whether I’ll be back,” he told Karen.

“Thank you, sir,” she said.

In the elevator, he flipped the switch on both vibrators, watching the torment bloom on Ashley’s face as he pushed her up against the wall and wedged one thigh between her legs. She whimpered and ground her mons on him. He cupped her ass and squeezed, savoring the feel of her muscled buns.

“I think you would have called the fire department if I left you until quitting time,” he murmured in her ear.

She bit his neck, which kicked his wolf senses into high gear, his teeth lengthening and his vision doming as his eyes turned yellow. The elevator dinged and they sprang apart as several people got on the elevator. He switched the vibrators off.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Stone,” said a man he recognized but whose name and position he couldn’t recall.

He nodded to him without answering.

“Hi, Charlie, how are things in R&D?” Ashley asked, playing her part of personal assistant perfectly. She’d been pushing him to foster better relationships with his employees and she somehow seemed to know every one of them.

Charlie lit up at the recognition. “Great,” he said, looking to Ben. “We’re finished with the prototype Superstation. Would you like to test it out?”

He didn’t answer. His old leadership habit had been to keep everyone out—to refuse to interact unless absolutely necessary. Now, he knew he had to if he wanted to improve morale, but he didn’t know how far to go. If he wasn’t careful, he’d get pulled in a million directions.

“Mr. Stone’s schedule is tight this week, but if you email me, I’ll set up thirty minutes next week for you to show him everything.”

Charlie looked slightly flustered, as if he didn’t know whether he’d been put off or not, but he bobbed his head. “Okay, sounds great.”

“You have my email, right?”

“Uh… [email protected]?”

Ashley gave Charlie one of her megawatt smiles, which caused a growl to rise in Ben’s throat. “That’s right,” she said cheerfully as the elevator stopped again and the doors slid open.

“Okay, thanks,” Charlie said, backing out, looking from one to the other of them, a bit dazedly.

The doors closed and he took Ashley’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“You growled.”

“No,” he denied it. He had almost growled.

“I heard it, wolf. What gives?”

“Wolves give notice of their property when another male is looking.” He watched the effect of his politically incorrect statement on Ashley’s nipples as she tried to muster indignation. “And I’m mostly wolf right now,” he admitted in a rough voice.

She smiled at that, pressing against him, the lust shining in her eyes.

The elevator stopped on their parking garage floor and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her out.

She shrieked. “Stop, someone will see.”

“I don’t care,” he said, too far gone into what she called Neanderthal mode. She was his. It was time to drag her back to the cave and have his way with her. He flicked on the pussy vibrator, chuckling as she jerked and crossed her legs, trying to rub them together for more friction.

He opened the passenger side door to his black Mustang and settled her in, flicking on the anal bullet just before he buckled her seatbelt.

She arched and her hands shot to her sex, her pelvis undulating to meet her fingers.

“Ah, ah,” he said, prying them away and placing them on the dash. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. Your pleasure is at my discretion, remember?”

She moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head back and forth on the backrest.

He chuckled, shutting the door. As he got in the driver’s seat, he flipped off the pussy vibrator.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Ben, I can’t take this.” Tears of sexual frustration edged from the outer corners of her eyes.

As always, the scent of his mate’s tears subdued him, even though rationally, he knew they were a sign of her imminent pleasure, not harm. Still, his instincts screamed for him to fix it, and he flicked off the anal vibrator as well.

Her moan was one of disappointment this time.

“I know,
mi amor
. I’m going to take care of all of your needs as soon as I get you home.”

She turned her head and blinked at him as if seeing through a haze. “I love you, Ben Stone,” she murmured.

Something more powerful even than lust rocked him, puffing up his chest with warmth. “I love you, too,
mi reina
.”

When he pulled up in the driveway of the house they’d rented while they had their dream house built, Ashley opened the car door and bolted for the house. He chuckled, throwing open his own door and giving chase. He caught her fumbling with the keys. Yanking them from her hands, he managed to open the door and half-carried, half-dragged her inside, tearing her clothes off as he went.

He flicked on one vibrator, then the other. He’d stripped Ashley out of her sexy skirt and jacket and had her blouse halfway unbuttoned as he pushed her backward toward the bedroom. Blouse off. Bra unhooked. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, pouncing over her.

Panties down.

He pulled the pussy vibe out of her dripping cunt without bothering to turn it off.

She reached for the button on his pants and undid it, freeing his length as he claimed her mouth. He wanted to devour her, eat her alive. His teeth had lengthened, his vision had sharpened, which meant his eyes had changed from green to gold. He licked into her mouth, holding back the growl of domination that rose in his throat.

Not that Ashley ever protested when he took her roughly.

* * *

Ashley thought she would die if she didn’t come. The vibration in her ass had turned her to jelly, her body quivering for Ben. “Please,” she whispered when he broke their kiss. She had his shirt in her fist, and she pulled it toward her, trying to drive despite the fact that she was on the bottom.

Thankfully, Ben let her. He took her with one penetrating stroke, entering to the hilt and staying there while she squirmed under him. She wrapped her legs around his back to pull him in deeper, lifting her hips to move him inside her.

Ben palmed the place where her neck met shoulder, holding her in place as he withdrew and entered once more, with force.

She moaned wantonly. “I need you… I need you, please.”

Ben’s mouth stretched into a wolfish grin, his teeth gleaming dangerously. He backed out and slammed in again, his eyes glittering gold, his expression hungry. He reached toward his pants still around his legs and she thought he would pull them off, but instead he retrieved a small electronic device.

Suddenly, the rate of vibration in her ass increased. She screamed, shoving her pelvis against him, trying desperately to get relief. Ben thankfully began to thrust inside her, shoving all the way in with a bone-jolting force.

“Oh, God, yes. Please…”

“I love it when you beg,” he murmured, his voice thick. He slammed into her again and again, taking her with the violence she craved, each stroke too much, too hard, each withdrawal too soon.

It seemed her entire body split open to him, her heart burst wide, her body completely his. She no longer squirmed or writhed or tried to direct the action, because working against him would have painful results. She gave herself over to him completely, his ragdoll, his marked mate, open for his seed.

“Come for me, Ashley,” he said in a guttural tone and slammed deeply inside at the same moment he tugged the cord for the anal vibrator, pulling it through the tight ring of her sphincter muscles and leaving it halfway out, stretching her wide with its buzzing girth. She shattered, her pussy clenching, her internal muscles contracting in wave after wave of mind-blowing release. It seemed to go on forever—both his orgasm and hers. She swore she felt the searing heat of his cum inside her, sensed the way her body joyfully received it, milking his cock and propelling it deep inside her. When at last, her muscles stopped their fluttering, Ben eased the vibrator the rest of the way out, but left his enormous cock inside her.

Without a doubt, this was the perfect way to make a baby. It had been a nearly religious experience and the euphoria flowing through her now was only interrupted by one thought: she’d screwed everything up.

Because of her deceit, there would be no wolf pup conceived that day. The pill would prevent it, and her soon-to-be husband had no idea of her sabotage.

She turned her head to the side as hot tears leaked from her eyes.

Ben kissed them away, the tenderness of his response only making her feel worse. He thought they were from the incredible orgasm, not the wracking guilt that darkened her chest. Easing out and settling beside her, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her face and hair, nibbling on her ear. “
Te quiero… te amo
.”

More tears. “I love you, too, Ben.”

He held her until her body stopped trembling and their temperature returned to normal.

“I’m going to go to the restroom and then I’ll make us some lunch,” she murmured, slipping out of his embrace. In the bathroom, she unzipped the cosmetic bag where she hid the pills and stared at them with disgust. Her stomach clenched and she wanted to throw up. If only she could throw up the half month’s worth she’d already taken. She wondered what would happen if she stopped taking them today. Was there still a chance for pregnancy? And if so, would the baby be healthy, or would the pills cause some abnormality?

The sound of the door opening behind her made her jump and gasp, yanking her hand with the pills behind her back as she spun to face Ben.

He froze.

It was stupid to try to trick him—he had shifter instincts she couldn’t understand. His hearing and eyesight were ten times better than hers.

His expression showed nothing, but any doubt she had of whether he saw something faded when he said in a deadly voice, “What’s that, Ash?”

Tears of shame immediately spilled from her eyes as she reluctantly brought her hand forth to show him. “I’m sorry,” she said, spreading her fingers to show him the pills.

He stared, a look of disbelief clouding his face. “What is that?” he repeated.

He was going to make her say it. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Staring at the pills, she repeated, “I’m sorry, Ben.” Her voice cracked on the words. “I’ve been lying to you. I—I just didn’t know if I was ready to have children.”