Not-So-Fated Mates

Chapter 15: Sweet, Sweet Torture

Layla POV

    Heat poured through her, pooling in her belly and almost shocking her system. Her desire heightened with each passing second, especially when he leaned down and nipped at her neck before whispering in her ear, the heat from his breath causing her to shiver, “Take your shirt off.”

    It sounded like an order coming from him, and damn if she didn’t like it. As she did as she was told, she marveled at the fact that an order could turn her on. Normally, orders pissed her off unless coming from a select few people, such as her alpha. Yet here, in the bedroom, coming from the man who could make her melt with his passionate kisses, it felt all too right. Once the shirt was off, she saw him giving her black, lacy bra an appreciative look. “Good girl,” he growled, sending a shock of pleasure right to her core. “Now the bra.”

    She whimpered quietly as she obediently reached around and undid the clasp, gasping when he reached out and pulled it off of her, throwing it carelessly on the floor near her shirt. He palmed her firm breasts, gently flicking her n*****s, which responded by standing at attention for him. A soft moan escaped her, arching into him, silently pleading for more. Again, he whispered in her ear, “Tell me what you want.”

    “More,” she responded breathily. He grinned evilly, bringing his mouth to one of her n*****s, suckling it gently as he massaged the other breast. Her entire body responded wantonly to the pleasure he gave her, and already she could feel how wet and hot her p***y was. Yes, she’d pleasured herself before, but that was a long time ago, and she’d forgotten how good it felt. Ever since finding her mate and the pain that followed, she’d given up on any kind of s****l pleasure. It just hadn’t felt right. But this, this felt more than right. It felt so amazing, she was pretty sure it beat out any time she’d ever played with herself. And he was only just starting.

    Suddenly, he nipped at her n****e, causing her to cry out as she reveled in the mix of pleasure and pain. She peeked down at him, seeing he was looking up at her, his eyes dilated and full of s****l promise, driving her crazy. He switched sides, playing with the other breast while using his skilled mouth on the other before gently digging his teeth into that one. She threw her head back with a gasp, her p***y throbbing with need. “Pants,” he ground out as he pulled away to pull his shirt over his head.

    In just a few seconds, her pants joined her shirt and bra, leaving her with only the black lace panties that matched her bra. He sucked in a breath as he looked her over, making quick work of his own pants before freeing the belt from them. “Do you trust me?” he asked, licking his lips.

    She tried to think for a second, struggling as he’d seemingly turned her mind to mush. “Yes,” she finally responded, wondering what he was up to.

    “Good,” he smirked. “Give me your arms.”

    His order confused her for a moment, until she took in the belt dangling from his hand and the mischevious look on her face, gasping as she made the connection. Her p***y throbbed harder, clenching at the thought of what he was going to do as she slowly held out her arms to him. He pushed her wrists together before wrapping the belt around them, carefully ensuring it was a tight fit, but loose enough it wouldn’t hurt her or cut off circulation. “Not as good as handcuffs or a rope, but it’ll have to do,” he observed, tapping on the belt. “Now, be a good girl and lay down, hands above your head. You’re not allowed to move them from there unless I say so.”

    Lord, she felt like she could c*m just from this. Something about being helpless and being ordered around by this man did things to her. Things that she felt she ought to have been frightened of, but, somehow, she wasn’t. When she had done as he’d instructed, he crawled onto the bed, looming over her, his body almost fully on display with the exception of the gray boxer briefs still guarding his d**k. She gasped as she looked at it, seemingly fighting the fabric to get to her. It was large. So large she was afraid it wouldn’t fit.

    “Like what you see?” he chuckled as she stared, open-mouthed.

    “Will-will it even fit?” she squeaked.

    “I can make it fit,” he responded, his voice deepening. When she glanced back at his eyes, her own filled with her nervousness and uncertainty, he relented and explained, “Don’t worry, my little wolf, I’m not planning to hurt you. It’ll hurt at first, and you might be sore afterward, but that’s it. And it only hurts in the beginning because you’re losing your virginity. Any time after that, it won’t be like that. Are you okay with this?”

    “Y-Yes.”

    “You sure?” She pushed down her nerves at his question before nodding. She was sure. No, she didn’t want it to hurt, but he couldn’t help that. And hell, she’d been a virgin far too long. She trusted Drake, unlike the guys who’d propositioned her before, and certainly more than she trusted her supposed mate at this point. If anyone was going to be worth losing her virginity to, it was definitely this man, who made her feel more wanted and sexy than any man ever had. Who excited her every nerve ending with a simple kiss. With anyone else, she could never be sure it would be worth it. But he was different. “Okay,” he said, grinning again when he was sure she was was sure.

    He bent and kissed her before moving down to her neck, where he softly sucked at the skin right above her jugular, his teeth briefly applying pressure. Slowly, he moved down her body, kissing and licking as he went, and she found it almost hard to breathe the closer he got to her wet, hot core. Just as he reached the skin just above her panties, he suddenly skipped downward, tormenting her further as he started the same process up her inner thigh. She growled a bit in frustration, loving and hating his teasing all at once. He grinned against the skin of her thigh before gently digging his teeth into it in reprimand. “What do you want?” he said, his voice a bit muffled as he continued his attentions on the other side.

    “You,” she moaned out, writhing a bit as she bit her lip.

    “Me what?” he said playfully. When she gave him the evil eye, he chuckled and sat up, placing a single finger lightly against the fabric covering her p***y, causing her hips to buck in her need. “Do you want me here?”

    “Y-Yes, please,” she begged, trying desperately to grind against his finger.    

    He watched her intently as his finger moved, curling around the edge of her underwear and slowly pulled them down her long legs. Never had she wished so much that she had shorter legs than now, when he was pulling her panties down at such a torturously slow pace.

    When they finally joined her other clothes on the floor, he ran that same miscreant of a finger lightly along her engorged folds, watching as her eyes rolled back while the shocks of pleasure darted through her body, her back arching and hips bucking. “You’re so sensitive,” came his husky growl as she moaned for him. “I wonder how many times I could make you c*m just from playing with you.” She simply mewled in response, lost to the sensations taking over every part of her being.

    Just when she thought he couldn’t possibly torture her more, his roving finger found her clit, rubbing it slowly before gradually increasing the speed. Instantly, she was at the very peak, teetering at the edge, her breathing labored as everything began to tighten. He suddenly pulled away, and she cried out at the loss until another finger entered her throbbing p***y as the first came back to her clit. “c*m for me, Layla,” he growled, his finger pushing in and out as the other rubbed her clit harder than before. In an instant, she toppled over the edge, falling as her p***y tightened around his finger, coating him in her fluids. She came so intensely she couldn’t breathe, her entire body clenching as she orgasmed.

    Then, just as she was coming down and her body began to relax, almost vibrating from the pleasure flooding through her, he pulled his finger out before delving back in, this time with two. She cried out again before she came a second time, her brain exploding in rapture. He kept pumping his fingers in, spreading them as far as her clenched p***y would allow, prolonging her orgasm until every part of her felt like it was melting into a puddle on the bed.

    When he finally pulled them back out, she gasped desperately for air as she listened to him shuffle around a bit. She finally opened her eyes a bit when she heard the sound of a wrapper. Oh, right, condom. Thank God he had thought of that, it had slipped her mind before he started his sweet, sweet torture, and she certainly wouldn’t have thought of it now.

    After rolling on the condom with practiced ease, he sank until he was just above her, his arms resting on either side of her head as she felt the tip of his d**k at her entrance. Her breath caught as, once again, she wondered how the hell that thing was going to fit inside her. His saucy grin told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. “Trust me, my little wolf, you’re going to enjoy this.”