He steps in closer, and I instinctively reach out to hug him; but, he quickly grabs my wrists, and guides my arms back down to their sides.
“No. I can touch you; but, you can’t touch me.”
I’m a bit bewildered and disappointed over why I can’t touch him back … I think it’s totally unfair … but, being the typically subservient individual that I am; I obediently comply. … Daphne, of course, isn’t happy about this at all; and, whines out to me…
“This isn’t right … I want to touch our mate!”
I know you do … so do I. But, he doesn’t want us to; so, I don’t think he’s going to let us even try.”
“But, he’s our mate … I want to touch our mate!”
Daphne takes control over my body, and has me reach out for him. Again; he grasps hold of my wrists … a lot tighter than before … and, aggressively shoves my arms back down to their sides. He snaps…
“I told you not to touch me! Don’t you understand English?”
I immediately avert my eyes downward, and slowly nod.
“Good. … Okay then; from now on, keep your hands to yourself.”
You hear that, girl; you need to control yourself.
Daphne disappointingly grumbles, “Fine; whatever.”
He takes hold of my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers; pinching down on them, while slowly twisting them back and forth. A wave of euphoric ecstasy surges throughout my body, as it rigidly tenses up. Shortly, hot, viscous juices start squirting out my vagina; splattering out from between my tightly clenched thighs. … Daphne rapturously howls out orgasmic screams.
Suddenly, he releases my nipples, and brusquely spins me around; then, tightly grips onto each of my buttocks. He briefly squeezes down on them a few times; then, spins me back around.
While intensely looking down at me, one of his derisive sneers emerges; as he snidely remarks…
“I knew it; just like I said … you’ve got no ass.” He gives my breasts a quick squeeze. “And, with the exception of those plump, perky nips of yours; you don’t have much in the tits department, either.”
He starts walking away; while, insultingly commenting, “It’s no wonder you’re still a virgin. You don’t exactly have what I’d call a fuckable body.”
I snatch up the robe; and, fight with it as I hurriedly fumble to put it back on. I feel both infuriated and ashamed. Infuriated because this asshole jerk had just basically violated my body. Ashamed because I willingly allowed him to do it.
Daphne’s also infuriated; though feeling more dejected than ashamed. I hear her furiously growling…
“You lousy, mother fucker! You’re our mate; why are you treating us like this?! … I wish Pomona could shape-shift; so, I could come out and rip your fucking throat apart!”
He continues, “Don’t worry, though; you don’t have to be a virgin for the rest of your life. After all; you seem to be able to attract the attention of worthless, human scum.”
He opens a closet, and takes out a large shopping bag; then, throws it over at me … with the bag hitting me in the face, before falling to the floor. It’s contents spill out … it’s a new, branded outfit.
“Yes; it is very expensive … much too good for your pitiful body. But, what I can I say; I have my image to maintain. I couldn’t let the saleswoman at the hotel’s boutique think that I’m some sort of cheapskate.
Now; hurry up and get dressed. I’ll have my personal assistant get a cab for you. … Be sure that I never see your face again.”
He leaves. … Tears start streaming out the corners of my eyes.
Oh, Brianna; does this mean I’ll never get to see you again.
**Pomona’s POV**
I still can’t believe that I allowed myself to be taken in so easily by that jerk … what was I thinking?
Besides, even if he was willing to accept me as his mate, nothing would have come of it; since I’ve already been promised to the Stratus Pack’s Alpha, as the finalizing compensation for the impending alliance between our packs. I’ll be sent off to him sometime next week. I’m essentially already a married she-wolf. … Oh no; does what happened today make me an adulteress? I’m screwed if anyone finds out. … Crap!
Why did I do it … why did I give in to those lustful urges of mine? But, I couldn’t help myself; I’ve never felt that attracted to anyone in my entire life … not just attracted; but, sexually aroused and drawn to him. I mean, to be totally honest, I will masturbate from time to time, when I’m feeling excessively horny; but, I think that I’ve cum more today because of him, than from all of my previous masturbation combined.
You know what, I need to stop being so hard on myself; what happened today wasn’t all entirely my fault. After all, it was Daphne who first sensed that Mr. Moneybags was our mate; so, she’d naturally want to be with him. And, given my obediently subservient, weak nature; I’m always easily controlled by Daphne’s wishes and whims … although, I’ve really never had a problem with that; knowing how Daphne always had my best interest in heart.
That was; up until today’s fiasco. … Anyway, what’s done is done; no sense in dwelling over it. Our paths will probably never cross again. Sorry, Daphne: it just wasn’t meant to be. This is the life we were both cursed with since birth.
The thing that I’ll most regret, and feel heartbroken over; is that I’ll probably never get to see Brianna again. Even though I was intensely, sexually attracted to her father; I felt more of a bonding, emotional connection with her … I mean, for some inexplicable reason, even only after having this one single, chance encounter; I feel almost as close to her as I do with Bellona … and, I’ll miss her way more than I’ll ever miss that jerk.