Tank frowns.
“Just saying. I’d work there… for free.”
“You’re not going to be looking at any other wolf,” he growls. “Not while you’re with me.”
I blink. I didn’t realize I was with him, but I like the sound of it.
“For example, flirting with that cop this afternoon. Big no no.”
I hide a smile, feign innocence. “But-”
“I mean it.” His stern naughty Foxfire gaze makes me shiver.
Werewolves are possessive. Good to know.
“In fact, flirting with anyone in front of me earns you punishment.”
I lick my lips. “This punishment. Am I gonna like it?”
His lips twitch. “Yeah, baby, you’re going to love it. You’re a submissive, through and through.”
“How do you know?”
His voice grows deeper. “I can smell your arousal from here.” He saunters slowly toward me.
I sit on the edge of the bed and twitch my legs together for relief.
When he reaches me, he grasps both my knees and shoves them wide. “This pussy.” He stares at the apex of my thighs as if he could see through my jean shorts. The jean shorts that I should’ve left in Tucson, because I’ve been freezing my ass off at the much higher elevation of Flagstaff.
I fall back onto my elbows. My breasts lift and fall with my panting breath. “What about it?” I whisper.
He crouches down and gets eye level with the seam of my shorts. Leans in and uses his teeth against my most sensitive bits. “This pussy is wet right now just because I’m bossing you around. Isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes.” I say it on an exhale, so it sounds like a gasp.
He stands, pushing my knees back so they roll up to my shoulders. I lie flat on my back, offering up the goods like a submissive pup. He looks down at me, eyes glowing amber. “Show it to me.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me. I want to see that pussy begging for her punishment.”
OMG. Did he just personify my pussy?
I’m beyond turned on. There’s a rushing sound in my ears; my vision is going hazy. I fumble with the button of my jean shorts.
“Good girl,” Tank purrs.
Flicking it open, I wiggle the fabric down my legs.
“Are you… are you not wearing underwear?” he asks in strangled voice. Apparently he didn’t notice when we stripped to shift. He takes over when my shorts are mid-thigh, pulling them the rest of the way.
“I don’t like them.”
“I should punish you just for that. Naughty girl. Keeping that bare pussy so close to me all day long.”
“That makes no sense, wolf-boy.”
“That’s it, little fox.” He scoops his forearm under both my knees and pulls them up and to the side. I’m confused until his hand claps down on my now exposed ass. I squeal. He lands a few more swats, one on each side and one in the middle.
Holy mother of god! In this position, he can spank not just my ass, but my pussy, too, which protrudes between my legs.
His lips quirk up, and I know he’s noticed the moisture leaking from my foxy bits. He brushes his thumb lightly over them.
I jerk, every nerve ending lit up and sensitive.
“Are you beginning to see how this works, little fox?” He strums my bits again.
I’m forgetting my own name. “How what works?”
“Who’s on top here? And who’s on the bottom?” He smacks one cheek a couple more times, but he’s far more interested in making me shiver and tremble as he pets between my legs.
“I’m not ready to concede anything.” My voice sounds shaky and, considering my position, I don’t think he’s buying it. “I-I still have rights.”
“What rights?” He smirks. “I’m bigger than you.”
“That’s not fair.”
“That’s how it works. I’ll treat you right, baby. If I give you orders, it’s for your protection, not because I have a hard on for control. Dominant wolves want to protect the weak.”
“So you do want to protect me?”
“I have to protect you. It’s a compulsion.”
Disappointment spears through my haze of lust. It’s what I feared-he doesn’t want to be here with me, he’s just honor bound.
“So, when I give an order, you obey.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My tone is a touch snide.
He lifts my knees higher and delivers several more smacks, harder this time.
I yelp. “Tank-”
“It’s okay, baby. Take your punishment, and I’ll take care of you.”
“Please,” I gasp when he smacks particularly hard. It’s not so much I can’t take it, but I am super-duper turned on and don’t quite know what to do with that.
“You gonna be a good girl?”
“Yes, please. I’ll be so good.”
“You gonna do what I say?”
“Yes, big man.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. His cock bulges in his jeans. I’m not the only one affected by this.
He stops spanking me but rests his hand on my bottom, squeezing absently.
“Fuck,” he repeats. “I can’t believe you aren’t wearing underwear.”
He rubs his thumb over my slippery flesh and finds the sweet spot. He uses the lightest feather-touch along my aching bud. I suck in a breath, and he stops.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Uh no. It’s just-” I’m so sensitive. I was working and focused for so long, my foxy bits were ignored. “It’s been a long time.”
“Baby,” he murmurs and lowers my ass back to the bed, releasing my knees.
When he brings his fingers back between my legs, I catch his hand, pressing my fingers over his. I show him how I like it, not that he doesn’t seem capable of figuring everything-and then some-out on his own. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop.” His voice sounds even deeper than usual. “Play with your breasts,” he orders.
I relinquish my pussy to his care and slide my hands up inside my T-shirt, under the cups of my bra. Imagining my fingers are his, I pinch my nipples, tugging them, giving a little pain with the pleasure.