Why oh why had she ever told him she hated impact play? Why was it when he felt he had no choice but to discipline her in the way she-wolves had always been punished, did it get to her and tear her up? Jed was as tough as any wolf she’d ever known, but he had a soft place for her.  Except when she put herself in danger. Then all bets were off, and he made sure she sorely regretted doing it.

Today she was in trouble because she’d mouthed off at him and shown him the sharp side of her tongue. He hadn’t said anything until after dinner and they’d walked into their room. He’d closed the door with one hand and smacked her ass with the other.

“Naked, now,” he growled.

“I may have lost my temper a bit earlier today…”

“May have lost? Oh no, baby, you lost your shit big time and then proceeded to prove my point. I said naked, now, and I meant it.”

“No,” she snarled.

Okay, so she’d used bad language and curse words. Jed had been an asshole. Before she had a chance to argue her position, he grabbed the soft, padded handcuffs he kept in the dresser drawer by the door. They clipped together and he had a piece of chain that was just the right length with a snap on the end. Jed had made this set of restraints specifically for her so that he could quickly and efficiently bind her to the iron ring embedded in the wall of their bedroom.

Lifting her off the floor, he carried her to the wall and had her tethered in no time flat. Out of habit, she jerked against the restraint, but it did no good.

“Damn it, Jed, turn me loose. I’ll get undressed.”

“Time for you to obey has passed. I’ll take care of it myself.” He pulled his antique dagger from the drawer as well.

“I just bought this,” she snapped.

Holding the back hem of her shirt so that the material was taut, he sliced through the back it before caging her within his arms. He reached around and sliced each of the buttons off before slitting the shoulder seams. The main bodice of the blouse fell to the ground in four pieces. Jed cut through the front, back and each strap of her bra, rendering her naked from the waist up. Finally, he slid the knife down the seam of her skirt and removed it so she was standing completely naked except for a pair of thigh high stockings and stiletto heels.

“Better,” he growled seductively, chuckling as her nipples immediately stiffened. It was as if his growl brought her body to aroused attention.

He walked back to the dresser drawer, and she glanced under her arm to see what he was getting. Damn! It was an anal plug and some lube. He opened the tube and when the scent reached her nose, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t the ginger or peppermint kind. Coating the plug with it, he came back to her and kicked her legs apart. He opened her cheeks to gently insert the plug.

She had become reconciled to anal sex. The worst part was the bastard could always make her come. He took fiendish delight in it. He rimmed her asshole, teasing it until it opened enough for him to slip the tip of the plug in. He pulled it back and pushed it in again, deeper this time. He fucked her with it until he could slide it all the way to its flared base and then left it there.

“This shouldn’t take more than half an hour,” he said calmly as he patted her bottom. “When I return you can tell how well you will behave in the future and how much you’d like my hard dick shoved up your little hole.”

Kat pulled against the restraints. “Jed, please. I said I was sorry.”

“And I believe you, sweetheart. But you’re not as sorry as you’re going to be.”

She heard him leave and screeched in frustration. She continued to pull at the restraints even though she knew she couldn’t get away. Kat considered trying to turn herself around so she could kick at him, but the last time she’d tried that he’d spanked her soundly and then returned her to the wall.

***

Finally, he returned, walking over to her and running his big hand down her spine as he tugged at her stiffened nipple. He took his cock in his other hand and stood squarely behind her so that she couldn’t try to close her legs. Gently, he removed the plug and pressed his cockhead against her relaxed rosette until he slipped inside.

Tight. She was still so tight. Every time he fucked her ass, he thought her darkest sheath was going to strangle his dick, but the sensation of dragging his cock in and out was amazing. And the best part was, she always came.

He continued to press into her, gaining ground inch-by-inch, never retreating as her puckered hole clenched around him. He pulled back and then thrust in, shallow at first, but deeper with each stroke.

“Oh God, Jed. Please baby, take me. I’m so sorry. I know better than to behave that way, please, please, please.”

This was how he liked her, willing to wheedle and cry to get what she craved. It wasn’t just his cock that his mate wanted, it was his dominance. Luckily for her, he loved giving her both.

Jed continued to fuck her slowly, steadily, rhythmically, gaining more territory as her body relaxed and gave over to him. Finally, he was settled in, balls deep. There was no more ground to conquer. He held himself there, pressed against the globes of her ass, and groaned in sheer tortured pleasure.

He reached around to cup her breasts and roll her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them until she came. She called for him in Italian as she writhed on his cock. God, she loved his cock. Loved how he fucked her with it. Loved to suck it and was pretty much ready to fuck any time, any place, any way.

He dragged himself back, almost all the way back. Before she could protest, he slammed back in, drawing back and doing it again. He found an easy rhythm, slowly withdrawing before forcing his way back in.  Her body stiffened in anticipation and she began to convulse with the power of her climax, just in time for him to shove himself in one last time, filling her back passage with a seemingly endless stream of cum.

When he’d finally emptied himself in her, he eased out and walked into the bath, wiping his cock down before turning on the water. He grabbed another disposable wipe and came back to clean her up. There was nothing too dirty, just some excess cum, but he knew the liquid of the wipes was soothing to sensitive flesh.

Jed released her wrists and let her sag into his body. Scooping her up he walked into the shower, closed the door to the stall, and let the heat and steam surround them. This was the first place he’d ever fucked her. The same night he’d claimed her. The claiming mark had healed but had left the prominent scar common to an alpha’s bite.

He held her gently and soaped her body, then rinsing her clean before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. He wrapped his arm around her to hold her up and reached for a fluffy towel with his other hand to rub her body with. Kat moaned and preened under his touch as he slid the towel all along her body, starting with her hands and arms, working up to her neck and shoulders before gliding down to her breasts.

God how he loved her breasts. He paid extra attention to them to ensure the were dry. He moved the soft towel first over one breast and then the other and back again. He knelt and turned her around, using the vanity to help keep her on her feet. He gently dried her mons and between her thighs, merely blotting her pussy before moving down each leg to dry her feet.

He stood up, lifting her chin so that she was forced to look him in the eye. “Don’t do it again. Next time we do this on the main stage at Torch Light.”

“Is… is that supposed to be a deterrent?”

“Brat.”

“I’m your brat, Sir.”

He grinned. “Damn straight.”