Next, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, sliding them slowly over my hips almost as if he was sending a message that he could do whatever he wanted with me. He pushed them down to my knees before he tore them from my body in a feat of strength only a man of his kind could be capable of. I whimpered nervously, standing before him now in only my panties and my hiking boots.
I’d never been stripped like this. He was tearing my clothes from my body and throwing them aside as if they were nothing just sheets of paper.
It was terrifying. It was arousing. It was all that and more.
“Don’t,” I tried to say.
“It’s not up to you anymore, little omega. It’s up to me, as your alpha,” he answered. I trembled before him and he caressed my breast gently before sliding his fingers down my belly and cupping between my thighs.
“You protest, but your little pussy is telling me what you need. You’re so wet that I can smell you and now I can feel it against my palm. You want this and as much as you try to deny it, you need your alpha to put you in your place. You need me to punish you, don’t you, little mate?”
He wanted me to answer. I couldn’t give it to him.
His fingers traced along the hem of my lacey blue underwear, teasing me with his soft touch. Without thinking, I just reacted, and my hips curled forward toward him.
I wondered what his fingers would feel like as they touched the place I so desperately wanted to be touched, what they would feel like as they pressed deep into my pussy. Fuck. I wanted him to take me and I hated that I did.
I was so aroused. I’d never felt this turned on in my life. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be reacting like this, but I couldn’t make it stop.
His fingers grazed over my mound, finding my clit and circling gently over top of it. He teased and taunted me until I was breathless with need and then he slipped his hand beneath the lacey fabric of my panties, gripped and tore it from my body in one brutally hard motion. I cried out as the fabric pinched at my wet folds. It hurt and I whimpered from the painful bite. I tried to press my fingers in between my legs. He didn’t let me.
Instead, he placed his finger there in my place. Carefully, he pressed against my wet channel, but he didn’t enter me. He just held it there instead, a firm reminder that he could do as he pleased with me and I had no power to stop it from happening.
“Such a very wet little pussy. I think you want me to punish you, don’t you, little mate,” he murmured, and I rocked my hips against him, trying to give myself relief but he pulled his hand away and I found none.
Unexpectedly, he curled those wet fingers around my wrist as he sat down on a nearby boulder. Before I even had a moment to stop what was happening, he jerked me forward and I fell over his thighs, completely naked and vulnerable to whatever he had planned for me.
Fuck.
I tried so hard to get away so this wouldn’t take place, but now it was happening anyway. I attempted to push myself up and his hand curled around my hips, pressing down firmly and holding me in place. All of my efforts to squirm and break out of his grasp were thwarted and I found myself drumming my toes against the ground in defeat. He chuckled and pressed his palm carefully against my bottom before he glided it over top of my bare flesh.
I stilled, suddenly far more nervous than before.
His fingers dipped between my thighs and slid along my wet folds. The direct contact of his skin on mine was humbling, thoroughly reminding me that I was helpless to whatever he wanted to do with me. His touch glided back and forth. I whimpered, with either pleasure or shock I didn’t know. Without thinking, I arched my back and aided in his explorations. He found my naked clit and circled it, ensuring that he kept the pressure light enough to tease me into a mindless frenzy of need.
He continued taunting me, edging me closer and closer to orgasm until I thought I would break apart over his knees.
“This wet little pussy knows that your alpha is about to teach you a very first lesson. It knows to obey its master,” he said quietly, and a tremor of pleasure quaked through my thighs. I was ashamed that he was right. I was soaking wet for him as I lay naked over his lap about to be spanked for the first time in my life.
His fingers abandoned my soaked pussy and I whined in disappointment. He’d left me on the edge of release and my core throbbed with need.
His palm returned to my naked backside.
“Can you feel how aroused I am when I’m about to spank you?” he asked, before he lightly slapped my right cheek, just jostling my bottom enough to make my pussy clench down hard.
I could feel it. His hard cock was pressing into my hip and I wanted nothing more than for him to lift me up and sit me down right on top of it.
But I wasn’t going to get that. I had a punishment coming first.
He lightly smacked my ass once again and I lifted my hips, an invitation for his fingers to make their return to my needy little pussy. They didn’t and I pouted with disappointment.
Instead, they roughly squeezed the flesh of my bottom before his palm spanked me hard for the very first time. My mouth opened wide in shock as the sound echoed all around me, bouncing off the trees deafeningly loud and so very shamefully. Anyone nearby would be able to hear what was happening and know that I was getting punished in the way that naughty little girls were meant to be punished. He spanked me again and I squeaked in surprise as the sting came over me for the first time.
Fuck. It hurt quite a bit more than I expected. His palm was broad and as he spanked me, the area of it encompassed much of the entirety of my backside. He slapped each cheek hard after that and I tried to kick and escape it, but his aim proved to be true each time. I whimpered loudly as the full realization of how very unprepared I was to be spanked by him.
“You don’t have to do this, Kiba!” I exclaimed, trying one more time to appeal to his senses and stop the spanking before it went too far.
“I really think I do,” he answered and then the spanking truly began.