He smirked at me. “Then take that iPad and set it on the bedside table so I can see you.” I did, I kept a little stand there for it. “Now strip for me.”
“What?”
“You heard me, beautiful. Slowly.” I blushed, but I did it. I sat up, my legs over the edge of the bed, then I grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt with crossed hands and slowly pulled it up. His dominance was causing me to get excited, and I could feel the wetness starting to pool between my legs. I teased him when the fold reached my sensitive breasts. I pulled the shirt over my face, the fold catching the undersides and raising them up. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so as I slowly pulled up it caught briefly on my hardening nipples before popping free. “Amazing.” I smiled behind the shirt as I pulled it clear and tossed it to the bottom of the bed.
“Stand up and keep going. Make sure the iPad is facing me.”
I stood up, facing the camera as I rotated it to me. “So beautiful. Continue.” I couldn’t use my left thumb to hook onto the waistband of my sleep pants, so I put two fingers inside and two outside. Shimmying it down, I put them halfway down before I turned away from the camera. My ass was better than my fat stomach, right? I wiggled my ass at him a little as I forced them down, letting them fall to the floor I stepped out leaving only my thong.
“I didn’t think I saw panty lines. Now the thong.” It went off the same way. I snuck a peek back at him, he was starting to breathe harder and his erection was obvious.
“Lie down, head in the middle of the bed, legs towards the camera.” I sat down and laid back; it was weird, my head was down and my belly was in the way so I couldn’t see him anymore, I could just hear him. “Now, your fingers don’t belong to you. They are MINE. They do what I tell them to, understand?”
“Yes…” It was a breathy moan, I could smell my arousal as I spread my legs apart and felt myself opening to him.
“Run my fingers down your face, softly, like you are memorizing each curve.” I did, the tingles of the path exciting me further. “Now down your neck, together, and down to each nipple. Circle them softly.” I let out a moan. “Pinch them between your knuckles.”
I couldn’t use thumbs yet, but this worked. The pain morphed into pleasure, moving down my belly to my core. He had me teasing all around my breasts for a while before he moved ‘his’ fingers down my belly.
“One finger only, gently touch your lips. Brush over them bottom to top, top to bottom.” I did, and I opened like a flower to the touch. I started to move my hips up, my bud seeking the touch. “NO! Just the lips.” He had me tease myself for a few minutes before he allowed his finger to part my folds, then finally inserted itself in me. I let out a loud moan as I hooked his finger inside me.
“Pull my finger out and taste it.” I did, it was tangy and in need of him. “Now put two of my fingers in your mouth, get them good and slippery.”
I eagerly complied, and anticipated what was next, but he surprised me when he had me continue down after parting my sex again. “Put my index finger on your star. Rub it in circles.” I did; it was a different sensation, one I’d never explored on my own. “Now push it in there.”
“What?”
“My finger heard me and will obey.” It did; it pushed through the ring and inside me. I felt full, there was some initial discomfort but it soon passed. “All of you is mine, Ella, and I will bring pleasure to every inch.” He watched as I worked the whole finger in, then he told his finger to pump in and out slowly. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation, pretending it was him was strangely liberating and exciting. “Now add the other finger.” My ass resisted for just a moment before the second one went in, adding even more to the full sensation.
“Now take my left fingers and put them inside your pussy. Don’t stop pumping your right hand, either.” The feeling of a double penetration was sending me fast to the finish. He ordered his fingers to pump in alternately, then at the same time. He ordered them to go faster and faster as my breathing became shallow and my moans echoed through the room. He watched me, seeing the climax approaching. “Now take my fingers out of your ass and use them to pinch your clit.”
I exploded in climax, my legs and hips moving me up off the bed as his fingers brought me off. When the spasms finally stopped, I collapsed back to the bed. I didn’t even have the energy to look up at him, and I could just imagine what he was seeing from the camera viewpoint.
“Absolutely beautiful, my mate. I can’t wait until we can be together.”
“Me… tooo…”
“I have to go. Have a good night, baby. I love you.”
“I love you too.” The video call ended and I fell asleep, sweaty and sated.
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My mate was busy trying to keep abreast of what plans the Brainerd, St. Cloud and Grand Forks packs were hatching while still hiding our relationship. It was tough enough holding off on a mating, but even more so when you can’t tell your closest relatives, even your twin sister, anything. He did tell me she was getting cold feet about her arranged marriage to Alpha Lewis of the Grand Forks pack. She was hoping that she would find her true mate before graduation in May, and that would save her.
Craig and I talked at length about her part in it all. I was still upset with her for her part in my forced marking, but I had lost my zeal for revenge. She was my mate’s twin, and Craig said she was horrified at what happened to me. It was painful for her to watch the video of Scott Tanner’s trial and to see my testimony. I also knew I couldn’t forgive Carolyn and not forgive her if she apologized. I knew I would have to bury the hatchet with her before I could fully mate with Craig, for his sake.
I wasn’t ready to forgive the Alphas who had killed my parents, though. I owed them that.
My team had really come together, and I took great pleasure in watching the finances of a particularly greedy Alpha Marvin Goodwin go into the tank.
My human team in town had done good research, and identified the private companies he owned outright or the Pack owned. My vengeance wasn’t against the normal Pack members, so we didn’t hit those too hard. We were pressing him hard, and he was panicking. It probably didn’t help that two of his businesses had suffered catastrophic fires of suspicious origin, so much so that the insurance companies were refusing payout and the police were investigating.
Oops?
I had bought back the mineral rights he had extorted from me in the hospital last year for a song, no one was interested in them as oil prices remained down and production had cratered. My favorite hacker, Josh, had intercepted emails that showed he was considering taking over other Packs just to get their money. We had passed tips to our allies on this, and they were able to stop things before they went too far.
Marvin was out of options now. He had spent the last two days trying to find a bank that would loan him the $3. 4 million dollars his accountant had determined was his 2015 tax bill.
No one in town would dare loan him the money, we made sure of it. He was completely tapped out, and facing ruin, so he chose to betray all those who trusted him. Forging signatures of members of the company, he mortgaged the Pack lands, including all the member’s houses, for the money he needed.
My company purchased the mortgage from the issuing bank the day after it was issued. When he defaults, as he would, I would foreclose on them. His whole Pack would see what he had done to them, and would reject him. It was at that point, when he was an Alpha without a Pack, broke and dishonored, that I would kill him. I would make sure a decent Alpha would take over, and then return the pack member’s property.
I was working on my homework on a Saturday morning when a shout came from the office. I ran, well, walked as fast as my expanding belly allowed, and my jaw dropped at what I saw on the flat screen TV on the wall. We had installed surveillance systems to monitor the three Packs. Our shell companies had bought some small properties overlooking some of their lands. Moe had purchased some high-tech, super powerful remote-operated video systems that were probably not meant for civilian use. Josh had programmed them so we could get live feeds into our security monitoring system, and we could zoom and direct the cameras where we wanted. Right now, the screen was showing the front yard of David Lewis’ house outside Grand Forks. He was beating the living shit out of someone as his Pack gathered around in a large circle.
I watched for thirty seconds or so, the camera showing his back as he punched his victim repeatedly in the face. The victim’s features were blocked, until he tossed her to the ground and started to kick her as she tried to protect her face and stomach.
It was Olivia.
“Holy shit, Ella,” said Moe, “that’s Olivia Anderson.” I must have looked like I was going to throw up, because he moved between me and the screen. “Sit down, Ella.”
My mind was reeling, I may not like her but she didn’t deserve this. I called Josh in his basement office on my cell. “Josh, can you make a call that seems like it is coming from Grand Forks?”
“Of course, Miss Ella. I’m pulling it up the program now. What do you need?”
“Patch me in through that line and dial 911.” I could hear a bunch of typing in the background, and it wasn’t long before I heard a dial tone and the three-digit code.
“911, what is you emergency?”
“Oh god. He’s killing her, he keeps hitting and hitting her and he won’t stop!” I didn’t have to fake how panicked I sounded.
“Who, ma’am?”
“This big guy, he’s outside his front door. He’s at 1987 County Highway 35. I’m watching him from my car, he’s kicking her now. Hurry, he’s going to kill her if you don’t stop him!”