"I'm sorry, Daddy. I won't-" she sniffs. "I won't do it again."
"I know you won't," he says. "But you have to be punished, don't you, darling?"
She nods again, though obviously reluctant.
"There's my good girl," he says, tweaking her nipple, free hand holding her through the thrashing that follows. "Shh..." he coos, doing the same with her other nipples, pinching and pulling the sensitive tip to have her cry harder from the overwhelming sensation. "This time, it's just the two of us. The next time you displease me, I'm going to have Dom join us. And then, Adam and Nigel. And then I'll have my entire pack take their turn on you."
Her breathe hitches as she cries harder. "No, no, Daddy. Don't," she pleads. "I don't- I don't want them," she whimpers, her cries growing more panicked, cat ears swiveled back and tail curled up between her legs. "Daddy, please don't do it."
Letting go of her, he steps around in front of her and tips her head up, pinching her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger.
Her eyes are wide with fear with tears still streaming down her face. "Daddy," she whimpers.
"You're mine," he says. "Just mine, Baby." He wipes her tears with the palm of his hands. "Shh... Shh... It's alright. Daddy won't have to do it if you behave. Now, open," he says.
Her lower lip trembles and she opens her mouth wide.
He loses no time kissing into her mouth, licking and tasting her, scent-marking her inside as well as out, licking the tear tracks on her cheeks and down her to her neck, kissing bruises on her pale skin. She arches into his touch, seeking his contact as desperately as an animal in heat.
She is still dazed from the consuming kiss when he pulls back so she only manages to blink at him as he steps away.
"Daddy's going into the house to get you some new toys. You're going to stay here and be good, okay?"
Erik watches as the man turns his back to her and steps away, strolling down the path towards an open gate and walking straight into the entrance of the cabin between rows of blossoming colorful flowers.
She wriggles in her restraints, as though testing the give of the ropes, and then she whimpers, tensing the muscles on her inner thighs. She pulls her legs up, tilting the chairs with her for a fraction of an inch, and then she gives up and the chair falls back down. She does this again and again, trying desperately to lift her legs up so she can ease the ache on her legs. At last, she gives up, sobbing quiet tears.
It's a lovely sight. He wishes he could step out from the shadows and show himself to her, but he knows well enough that he would just frighten her needlessly if he does it.
Chapter Four: Punishment
The man spends so long in the house that Erik begins to worry for her. She is worried too, casting glances towards the house and then around her, afraid of being caught like this, so naked and exposed as she is.
Erik licks his lips. His mouth has gotten dry. He longs to touch. Wants to touch.
Perhaps- perhaps he would offer to pay for her? No. That wouldn't work. The man is possessive. But he had brought it up himself earlier, had he not? If she disobeyed him again, he would punish her with his packmates.
He could make this work in his favor. Alphas are strong, but he has Alphas under his command and their respective packs. He might not be able to beat the man with brute strength, but he has the numbers, the power.
She is still struggling and trying to lift herself up when the man reappears at the door. In his arms, he is holding a large box that makes her eyes widen and her lips part in shock. She quickly shakes the expression from her face and yanks at her hands, wanting to be free.
"Stop that, darling. You're only going to hurt yourself," he says once he's close enough to her to touch. He places the box on the ground in front of her so she can see exactly what he's taking out later. Then, he stands and examines the bindings on her wrists, making sure she hasn't hurt herself in the middle of her struggles. He kisses her fingers when he's done and follows her gaze until they are both looking at the box. "Recognize this, don't you, baby?" he says once he's close enough, placing the box in front of her so she can see exactly what he's taking out of it.
She starts to struggle anew. "No, Daddy. Please," she whimpers.
He seems to soften a little at the sight of her fresh tears, standing up to press a kiss on her forehead. He combs her hair away from her eyes and rubs the space between her cat ears that are swiveled back. "Shh... It'll only hurt a moment, and then you'll feel better, wouldn't you?"
She hiccups and for a second, seem to genuinely be considering his reasoning. "I don't- I don't want to," she whines.
"I know you don't, Baby. But you were bad."
"I wasn't," she argues, puffing a little, and meeting his eyes. At his arched brow, she deflates. "I was- maybe- maybe a little bad," she concedes, head bent, chin kissing her chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispers.
"I know you are," he says. "But this will make you think twice before you decide to do something so stupid again. Someone could've taken you, darling. Do you know what people do to Shifters as pretty as you, darling?" he asks.
She nods.
"What do they do?" he demands.