Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] (17 page)

Tremors of joy squeezed her tight. She hoped
he’d say that. He returned to her front and cupped her face. His kiss came out
hard and demanding, sending swirls of lust right through her veins. His tongue
begged for entrance, and she opened up to let him explore her. He tasted of
ketchup and pickles, a combination she found endearing. With her head held
captive, his tongue probed her mouth as if he was imagining what he was going
to do with his cock in a few moments. Thrills sped between her legs and she
stepped closer. The second her hips met his he broke the kiss.

His eyes were hooded and his mouth slack. “I
won’t last if you touch him.”

He got on his knees and as soon as he tugged
off her jeans, she stepped out of them. When he placed his face on her stomach,
a warm feeling of belonging swept over her. He didn’t give her long to enjoy
the sense of endearment, because his tongue darted out and encircled her belly
button. The moment he grabbed one ass cheek and squeezed, she wasn’t sure she
could wait for him to take his time.

“I want your cock.”

He looked up. “Not so fast. I want your body,
too, but I plan on savoring every inch of you first.”

She groaned at his torture. He used his index
finger and traced the line of her panties as it disappeared into her crack. She
clenched as she imagined the glory that was sure to come when Dante impaled
her.

He abruptly stood. “Didn’t Trax teach you
anything about clenching?”

She searched her mind. “I can’t remember.”

He shook his head and led her over to the
spanking bench. Knowing how much she liked the glory that followed the pain,
she gladly knelt. This time, she bent over the leather top and let her tits
hang over the lip.

“This has to go.” He first untied her hands
then unhooked the back of her bra. “I was so excited that I wasn’t thinking
about this. Maybe you shouldn’t wear one.”

“I’m not showing a house with my nipples
popping through my top.”

“I bet you’d sell a hell of lot more houses.”

She shook her head not able to come up with an
appropriate response.

He dragged the straps down her arms and dropped
her bra on the floor. He stepped away from the bench and walked to the back
wall. “You’re going to like this.”

He tore open the package, dropped the cardboard
on the floor, and returned. He waved what looked like pink clothespins.

“What are they?”

“These, sugar, will be something you’ll want to
have in your arsenal for all time. I know I should let you rest at least a week
before trying these, but I won’t leave them on long.”

He knelt in front of her and tugged on her
nipple. She gasped from having the sharp clamps on her tits the night before.
When he placed the clips on the ends, the pain took her breath away, but at
same time made her pussy clench and spew her juices. He added the other one and
tears formed in her eyes.

She was about to touch one when he pulled back
her arms and retied them. The pressure intensified the ache. He returned to the
front and moved a dial on the clamps.
Oh,
my God
. They began to vibrate, and she almost asked him to take them off.

Dante walked behind her. “You’ll get used to them.
Just breathe.”

Easy for him to say. He moved toward the door,
but when she twisted around, she couldn’t see what he was doing. He returned a
half a minute later.

He tapped her ass with something hard.

“What is that?”

“Sugar, no more questions.” Now he sounded like
his control freak brother.

He slapped the narrow piece of wood across her
ass.

“Ouch.” She was positive a welt formed.

He rubbed her ass. “Was that too hard?”

“Maybe a little.”

The next whack seemed twice as hard. Between
her nipples being painfully manipulated and her ass stinging, she was near to
tears. What she thought was a ruler hit the floor, and his cupped hand spanked
her. Somehow, a miracle occurred and the pain finally morphed into wild
contractions racing down her body.

He reached around her tits and shut off the
vibrations. “They’ve been on long enough.”

When he pulled them off, another wave of pain
slammed into her. She only had to wait a few seconds for the ecstasy to take
hold.

“We need to adjust you, sugar.”

“I thought I was getting your cock.”

“Trust me when I say you will be on the
receiving end momentarily, but I don’t think you’re excited enough.”

Was he kidding? Her panties were totally
drenched. He lifted her off the spanking bench and led her over to the massage
table. Without the use of her hands, it would be hard to sit on top.

Dante must have sensed her dilemma because he
lifted her up and set her down. Her ass burned, but she wanted his cock too
much to complain.

“Let me readjust those bindings. It can’t be
comfortable to lay on them.” He undid the ties, and when he lifted her arms,
her nipples rebelled. Then he tied her hands above her head.

“Ahh.”

“You got sore nipples, sugar?”

He’d planned on doing this all along. “No.” She
couldn’t help but be defiant.

“Great. Now I can suck on them to my heart’s
content and know you won’t be uncomfortable.”

Wait until she sucked on his cock. He’d be
sorry.

“Can’t have these on, can we?” He tore down her
panties and slipped them over one leg.

Just like Trax, he unhooked the clamps on the
table and opened her legs wide. Once more, he disappeared making her more
desperate with each minute that passed. He returned with more rope.

“Don’t need you trying to wrap your legs around
me when I’m trying to drink in your juices.”

“I won’t move.”

He laughed. “You got that right.”

He started at her ankle and attached the rope
to the table. Then he wound the rope up her calf and past her knee. He repeated
with the other side. Other than maybe lifting her hips an inch, she couldn’t
move her legs.

“Now for my feast.”

“Aren’t you going to get naked?”

“You want to see my glistening cock?”

“Yes.”

“I always like to oblige a pretty lady.”

He kicked off his shoes and tore open the fly
on his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so the second he pulled down his
pants his cock popped out. Too bad his shirt hid most of his glory. When he got
rid of his shirt and stood naked, her need heightened. She wanted him like she’d
never wanted anything before.

“Please let me suck on you.”

“Not a chance.”

When he turned slightly, the light bounced off
the cum oozing out the top. He stepped between the sides of the open table and
dragged his thumb over her clit. The seductive assault made her little bud
strain. She bit down on her bottom lip.

“You like that?”

She licked her lips. “Yes.”

He leaned over and swiped a tongue across her
opening. He reached up and pinched her nipples. That made her buck, but her
pussy rejoiced. She had a love-hate relationship with the pain, but right now,
the love was winning out. She groaned and he twisted her nipples again. Bolts
of electricity radiated down the sides of her breasts. He pushed open the table
wider stretching her legs to the max. He lifted his head and blew on her pussy.

“Eat me.”

She didn’t watch to see if he smiled, but
knowing him, he did. He lowered one hand and pressed on her clit with his thumb
as he drove in three fingers. While she loved how he stoked her fire with his
fingers, she wanted the real thing.

He wiggled his fingers around. “I can’t believe
you’re so fucking tight.”

She didn’t think it was possible either except
from all the sex, her pussy was probably swollen.

“Please, Dante. I’m begging you.”

He narrowed the angle of the table and climbed
on top of her. “You will not climax or I will be forced to cut short our
lovemaking.”

What was up with these men and their rules? “I
can’t promise anything.” At least he didn’t insist she call him, Master.

He leaned over and drew a tender nipple into his
mouth. The suction brought tears to her eyes, but they turned to ones of joy
seconds later. “Do you want to reconsider?”

“Yes. I promise I won’t climax.”

“Good, because after I pummel your pussy I want
to fuck your ass.”

“Yes, yes. I want that, too.” So far, every new
experience had been wonderful.
 

He grinned and placed his cock at her entrance.
Her pussy throbbed with need. With one hard thrust, he drove into her. Every
nerve ending exploded and nearly tore her apart. Her stomach clenched and she
tried not to milk his cock as the fire inside escalated.

“I love everything about you.” He leaned over
and kissed her with more passion and tenderness than she could believe.

She opened her mouth and twisted her tongue
with his. No matter how much they explored each other, she’d never be
satisfied.

He broke the kiss and smiled. “I want you
wanting more. Satisfaction breeds contempt.”

Her brain was too foggy to understand, but she
needed him to move. She tried to wiggle her hips, but he clamped a hand on her
belly. Slowly, he eased out and then drove in again. This time he stretched her
even more, and she felt like she was burning up from the inside out.

“Please. I’m so close.”

“No. Don’t. I am far from done.”

She wasn’t sure how long she could last. He
thrust in one more time and held still for a moment before pulling out, then
jumped off the table.

“What happened?”

Dante wasn’t that cruel. Surely he wanted to
come, too. He unstrapped her legs and closed the table. In a flash, he flipped her
over. “Get on your elbows and knees.” His command sounded desperate.

She did as he asked. He trotted over to the
credenza and came back quickly. He dragged some of her pussy juice up her
divide and circled her hole. A citrusy scent permeated the air and cool goo
touched her ass. Was she finally going to experience his wonderful cock in her
ass, or was he going to tease her forever?

His finger stabbed its way into her back hole,
and he circled it around. This time, the pinch was slight, and she was able to
relax her muscles knowing what was to come would be divine.

He climbed back on the table and nudged her ass
with his cock. “Are you ready for the ride of your life?”

“Yes, please.”

Dante leaned over her, and as he kissed her
shoulder, he drew her breasts together with one hand and placed his cock at her
back entrance.

Don’t
clench. Don’t clench
. She
wanted to make this an experience they both would remember.

His rigid cock pressed against her muscled ring
and popped in an inch. Her mouth opened as she sucked in air. He gathered her
hair and pulled the mass back, forcing her to arch her back. Her belly
tightened and her tits stretched. She swallowed to gain some composure. Having
no control at all, he brought her to a new place.

He slid his cock out halfway and eased in. With
little thrusts, he edged his way down her dark channel. He let go of her tits
and dragged his fingers down her belly. Something sharp poked her. She didn’t
remembered him having such sharp nails.

A low growl seemed to come from his chest. “I
need to fuck you.”

“Yes. Fuck me hard.”

With her assent, he drove in hard. Had he not
been holding her head in a locked vise, she would have flown forward.

“By the moon above, I need you.”

He lowered his head and something sharp pricked
her neck. It was the same pleasant sensation as before. So deep in the throes
of lust she didn’t care if he did stabbed her over and over again.

She was able to thrust her hips back, which
only incited him more. He pounded into her relentlessly until she almost burst.
Her climax grew closer and she feared she’d lose control.

He returned his hand to fondle her nipples.
When he pinched one, she lit up. Shudders wracked her body as her pussy
convulsed. His last thrust tossed her over the edge, and her climax claimed
her.

“Oh, God. Yes. Dante!”

She let him sweep her away by the tidal wave of
desire. His burning cum seared her ass as he licked her neck, and his hot
breath streamed down her body. Her heart pounded in her chest as the pulses in
her ass and pussy finally slowed.

Dante rested his head on her back and let go of
her hair. He gently cupped her tits with one hand and massaged them. Had he not
had an arm under her belly, she might have collapsed.

“Liz, Liz, Liz.”

She smiled when he called her by her name.

He leaned back and his cock popped out of her.
“Be right back.”