Abel was so much bigger than she was, his muscles thick, tightly bunched.
He looked every single part the alpha.
“What do you want to do?” she asked.
His hand went to her stomach, and he stood behind her, his presence surrounding her with warmth.
Nothing else mattered to her in that moment, just him and what they were doing together.
“I want you to look at yourself in the mirror.”
She didn’t want to do that, but as he was the one in charge, she followed his instruction. He stood behind her, and the sight that met her gaze surprised her.
She stood completely naked, the metal shackles in contrast against her pale skin. He held her captive. She couldn’t fight what he wanted to do to her.
“Are you a virgin, Cassie?”
“No.”
His hand slid down her body, cupping her pussy. It was the first real touch she’d ever received. Losing her virginity had been a total bust, and she’d not allowed any other man to get close to her.
“How many men?”
“One. One time.”
This made him pause. With his other hand, he cupped her cheek and forced her to look at him. “You’ve only been with one man?”
She nodded. “Yes. It wasn’t a good experience. I saw no reason to repeat it.”
He released a curse, and she felt him start to withdraw.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
His gaze was once again on hers.
“I know I’m inexperienced, but that could be a good thing.”
“Cassie, I want to pound my cock inside you so you forget absolutely everything. That you feel me deep inside you for days and weeks to come.”
To her that sounded really good.
“I’d like that.”
“I want to fuck you. I don’t want to make love.”
“Making love is way overrated. I’d like to know what a good fuck is like.” Her cheeks were on fire with this dirty talk. “Please, Abel. I’m not made of glass. I won’t break. I’m quite tough.”
She saw his battle and hated that he felt that way. She didn’t want him to fight this.
“If it gets too much I’ll ask you to stop. I promise.”
Abel stepped up close to her, and she felt like she’d won something. She didn’t know what until his hand moved between her thighs.
“Has any man worshipped this pussy?”
“No.”
“I’m going to do everything to you, Cassie. I’m going to own your mouth, your pussy, your ass. I want it all, and I want to wipe away every single fucking memory of that bastard. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, alpha.”
“Good girl. The moment you step into this room, you become mine. My little plaything. You’re my woman, and I will do what I want to you.”
“Yes.” His dark promises were filling her with so much need, the yearning so deep within her.
His fingers moved between her slit, and he plunged them inside her. She was wet, and it made it easy for him, but she was tight, and she winced at his roughness. She didn’t make him stop though.
He started with two fingers, pumping them in and out, drawing them back to her clit. She watched his hand work on her body, the mirrors showing her everything. Even the way he looked at her. His chin against her shoulder. His lips grazing her ear.
“I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen, Cassie.” His other hand moved up her body, cupping her tits. “I’ve spent a great deal of time imagining these in my hands or bouncing in front of my face as I fuck you.”
He swirled her clit then moved back down, thrusting inside her.
The hand on her tits stroked down, moving behind her to palm her ass.
“Your old pack were fucking idiots. I’m pleased they cast you out, Cassie. I’m so happy they were blind to the amazing woman that you are. They didn’t get to see what I do, and how much you excite me. I can’t fucking wait to claim you as mine, to have this tight cunt bouncing on my dick. It makes me harder just thinking about it.”
He stepped right up close so that his cock was against her back.
The hard ridge of his length surprised her with its sheer size. She shouldn’t be as she’d seen him already by the pool.
Abel wasn’t a small man, not by any means. He was large.
“When we’re here, I want you to get completely naked. No one else is allowed down here, so you will always be safe. I want you to sit on the bed, spread these juicy thighs, and play with yourself. Every time you’re here, I want you wet.”
He reached up to the shackles that bound her arms, and he opened them. Dropping her arms, he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed.
“I didn’t mind,” she said.
She rather liked being held there.
“I know, but I want you on this bed.”
He placed her on the edge, and leaned over her, taking hold of her hands and keeping them locked to the bed as he took possession of her mouth.