"You let someone in the house when I wasn't home," he growls, pinning her down on the bed, hands on her wrists locked above her head, the weight of his body on her hips as he straddles her. "Who did you let into the house?"
"I- I-"
"Who was it?" he demands.
She squirms under him, hands fluttering and then heartbeat racing when he loses patience and ties her hands over her head on the headboard. "Daddy?"
"Who did you let into the house, baby?" he repeats.
"Mr- Mr Erik. He was looking for you," she says quickly. "He brought a gift and I thought- I thought it'd be polite to let him in. He left really quickly, Daddy. He did!"
"You let him in," he snarls, leaning down to breathe in her scent, checking to see if he had touched her.
"He says he was looking for you," she says timidly.
"Of course he said that," he growls, pinching her by her chin so she is looking at him. Her eyes are filled with tears and Erik can smell the tell-tale sign of salt in the air. "And you let him touch you, didn't you? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" he licks up her face. "Did you think I wouldn't be able to tell that someone has touched what's mine?"
"Daddy," she sobs.
"Did you smile at him, darling? Touch him and scent him like a little slut? Like a whore," he growls and she sobs louder.
"Daddy, please. Please. I'm not- I won't-" she whimpers.
Erik feels a little bad to have put her in that position. He knows the man would be incensed when he returns to find that his mate had let a stranger in. Erik even understood that he would be territorial afterwards, but he is curious to see the extent of their relationship, curious to see how far he would push her.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpers as he bites the nape of her neck again, leaving angry red marks on her skin, starkly colored against her pale skin.
"Did you think I wouldn't know? Did you think I am stupid enough to not hear the rumors about the new Alpha sniffing around in my town, my territory? Are you sick of me already? Would you replace me for someone newer? More interesting?"
"I won't," she whimpers, shaking her head frantically. "I'm yours, Daddy. Only yours. Please, please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She's trembling violently under him, pulling at her arms and trying to free herself. She bucks upwards and writhes on the bed but that only causes her to rock against his body, brush against his cock that is pressing on her stomach. "I love you, Daddy. I love you."
"Terrible little mate," he growls, scooting back and leaning down to close his jaws on her waist. "You always know just the right things to say, don't you?" he rumbles, sucking love bites on her skin like he's laying claim to her body.
"I love you. Only you," she promises. "Please, Daddy. I'm sorry."
He kisses down from her waist to her legs. "You're a terrible temptation. Look at you, rutting up to me like you can't wait for me to fuck you already," he grumbles, pressing his face against her hip.
She sobs miserably as he eases her legs open, spreading her and pushing her back to lift her ass from the bed. He parts her legs as wide as they can go as he continues to lift her up, folded her onto herself until her toes are touching her fingers.
"Look how easily you spread your legs for me, baby," he says. "Did you spread your legs for him too?"
She is sobbing too hard to hear him, though there is something else to it too.
Erik realizes with a jolt that this is another game to them. His show of possessiveness that others would find abusive is arousing for the both of them. Underneath the fear and anxiety is an overwhelming scent of arousal and desperation.
He presses his face between her legs and his mouth covers her heat readily.
She bucks up into his touch as she cries, whimpering and gasping desperately as he tongue-fucks her. Her sobs are interceded with low moans as the man presses his tongue into her wet hole again and again.
Despite himself, Erik can't help but agree with the man. She does sob like a needy whore, the sounds coming from her lips absolutely perverse. Her little body trembles, hands pulling against her restraints. Her tail is pinned wraps around her inner thigh and brushes against his face, as though trying to push him off but she is nowhere near strong enough to do so.
His hands are on her thighs, keeping her in place as he eats her out, licking and tongue-fucking her, sucking her clit and teasing her until she is gasping, panting for air. "Look at you, so pretty and pink and open already. I barely even touched you," he says. "You're a little slut, aren't you? Just like your mother. Opening her legs for anyone with a cock." His forefingers delve into her tight heat and pulls in opposite directions, spreading her open.
"No, no, Daddy," she moans loudly, head thrown back, body arching like she no longer has control of her own body. "I 'm not- I won't- I won't," she stutters.
"You're such a little cock whore. Your pussy is so wet. Should I finally fuck you today, darling? Take your virginity and make you mine."
"Yes," she whimpers. "Yes, Daddy. Please. Please, fuck me," she babbles, blinking away tears. "Daddy, please."