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It’s not too bad, she thinks quietly to herself as she closes her eyes and dozes.

  When they finally leave the room, she takes her time getting up. Her legs buckle when she tries to put weight on them, but on the third try, she manages to get upright.

  Jackson sits behind his desk, looking at her the whole time, smirking.

  Walking hurts. There’s not getting around it. Every step makes her inner muscles clench and she stumbles like a newborn gazelle trying to balance on new legs.

  “Poor puppy,” he says, finally taking pity on her, turning his seat to the side so she can stumble into his arms. He lifts her up and onto his lap, nuzzling his cheek against hers “Did you have a good nap?” he asks.

  She nods, blushing so brightly that she thinks her face would just be completely red. She remembers suddenly how wanton she had acted earlier. It’s one thing to do something like that in The Dungeon, where sex is expected, but this is a professional setting. “Am I going to get in trouble?” she asks meekly.

  His eyebrow arches. “For what?”

  “Um.” She feels rather silly now. Maybe she shouldn’t ask?

  “For what, love?” he asks and she melts.

  “For having sex with you here?” she whispers, feeling both timid and silly.

  The corner of his eyes wrinkle in amusement and he leans in to press a warm kiss on her forehead. “No one’s going to give you any trouble,” he reassures her and like with all the other things in her life, she trusts him completely.

  Chapter Eight: Fisting

  Sometimes, she wonders if she would still fall for Jackson if she had been warned about all the things that’s he’s into and he would get her into.

  She thinks- she thinks if he hadn’t gotten to her the way he had, she would have been too scared to step into a relationship with him and now- now they’re living together after only two weeks of interning with him because he hates her apartment and hates having to step foot in the place at all, but does it for her- because he loves her. And more than anything, he hates being separated from her. Moving in with him seems like the obvious choice.

  She’s still a little frightened of how fast their relationship is moving. After all, he’s still older than her and holds all the power in their relationship, but he’s also- he’s also incapable of saying no to her whenever she asks him for something.

  And yet, there she is, standing naked in his office in front of not just him, but another Alpha Werewolf whom he had just invited to take a taste of her.

  It baffles her how calmly he separates carnal pleasures from his possessiveness. Just the other day, he fired a man in the office for calling her slurs. She thinks she heard the word ‘bitch’ and ‘company slut’ being used and thought they were apt, but Jackson had the man leave the office in the matter of hours.

  She’s kind of still reeling from that.

  She feels a little bit like a slut, especially when he asks her to do something like this. Something she thoroughly enjoys as well, make no mistake about that, but also- also, it makes her something like a slut, doesn’t it? After all, Jackson only promised the man he could fuck her if he agreed to sign the contracts and work with them.

  She should probably feel a little bit objectified, but mostly, she’s just really, really horny. The other guy, Ivan, is really very hot and he looks at her like he’s never seen someone more beautiful. His golden-brown eyes are clouded over with desire and she wonders if he knows how hungry he looks right now.

  His body radiates heat and masculinity as he approaches her.

  Slowly, he circles his hand around her neck, leather collar in his hands.

  She tilts her head back dutifully and he brushes the hair out of her eyes before wrapping the collar around her throat, his touches sending ripples of pleasure down her spine. The collar is a new thing, thick and hard enough that she wouldn’t have to worry about getting chocked when he has other men participate in their sessions.

  “You did well, pup,” he says.

  “Thank you, Alpha,” she whispers, heart pounding her chest.

  She hasn’t really done much at all, really, except sit in his couch and look pretty. Naked and pretty. Her job is to be distracting enough that the man would agree to just about anything. Being naked and aroused is very distracting, especially since Jackson had handed her a dildo earlier and told her to have fun with it.

  That’s after three days of orgasm denials too! Jackson seems to be able to sense whenever she’s close to an orgasm and pulls back just enough that she wouldn’t be able to reach it. It’s terrible.

  She was embarrassed about doing this in an office with staff moving about at first, but she’s desperate and the dildo is battery powered and vibrated! She stopped trying to be quiet after that, moaning and gasping through multiple orgasms.

  The place probably smelled so heavily of arousal, especially to their werewolf noses.

  Jackson yanks the collar down abruptly to make her arch her back in response, pushing her chest upwards.

  “Beautiful little pup,” he says and despite coming earlier on the toy, she feels herself growing wet for him all over again, quivering with need as he strips away her mental restraints with just his presence. “Lie on the table for me, pup,” he says, guiding her to the long table between the leather cushions. She sits down on the edge gingerly, gasping when the cold surface touches her skin, and then gradually lets herself be pushed onto the surface.

  Jackson spreads her legs side open, letting them both have a perfect view of her pussy. She had been very enthusiastic with the dildo, plunging it in and out of her without thought and her hole is still throbbing, trying to close up and failing.

  The stranger walks towards her, eager to look at her naked hole. Blood rushes to her cheeks and she closes her eyes in shame, only to open them a moment later when she feels fingers on her folds, pulling her pussy lips apart.

  She cries out in shame and tries to close her legs together, but their hands are on her thighs, keeping her legs spread open.

  “Do I need to tie you up, pup?” Jackson chastises.

  She squeaks and shakes her head. It’s not that she’s afraid of being tied up. She enjoys it for the most part, but she’s feeling so exposed now already and being tied up will make her feel even more trapped. The lights are too bright, both from the large windows and from the internal lighting, and everything is so clean. Even after a week of working here, she still feels out of palce. Maybe it’s because she’s naked for so much of her internship.

  “Then be a good girl and stay still,” he says.

  She nods and does what she’s asked, keeping still even though it feels so good, too good, her body aching to move and twist around, either to escape of have more of their fingers inside of her. She keeps still and chews on her lower lip as the stranger slides his finger into her hole, one at first, and then two and three.

  The other man is pumping his fingers in and out of her too, spreading her open from the inside out. His eyes never leave her face, memorizing every reaction.

  She tenses involuntarily when she feels Jackson pull his fingers free, and then the stranger is fingering her alone while Jackson holds her down.

  “Arms up, pup,” Jackson says and she feels his hands on her wrists, pulling her arms up and over her head. She likes to tie her up spreadeagle, arms and legs parted into a starfish position so he can have access to all of her at once, but they only do that at home in their bed. Or in The Dungeon. She doesn’t want to be tie dup in the office.

  She knows from past experience that her arms will start aching soon from being in that position, but it’s still comfortable now and she’s glad he’s not tying her up.

  Jackson’s touch leaves warm sensation on her skin and she leans into it without thinking, but he holds her firmly in place with a hand on her chest that quickly drifts over to her breasts, playing with the sensitive, pebbled buds.

  The stranger continues to press his fingers into her molten heat, four fingers in and trying to get h
is thumb into her as well, which is proving to be a challenge because she’s always been a small woman and while he’s not as big as Jackson, Jackson has also never attempted to put his entire fist inside her before.

  She starts struggling anew, pulling away from him, heels digging into the smooth surface of the table, but between Jackson and him, she doesn’t have a chance of escaping.

  He presses his thumb in, wriggling his fingers inside of her to stretch her out more. She’s leaking arousal fluid, so hot and wet that she can hardly stand it, and then he’s in, stuffing all five fingers inside of her.

  Pleasure and pain spikes through her body and she cries out loudly from the overstimulation, her ragged breathing betraying how close she is to another orgasm.

  Jackson swallows her gasps, pinching and tugging her nipples, twisting them to push her over the edge and she’s coming, sobbing and gasping as her body tightens around the fist inside of her cunt, fingers wriggling and touching all the spots inside of her to make her black out.

  Epilogue

  She passes out a lot during sex, Jackson notes with a small grin. He doesn’t mind it. She’s inexperienced and so very small and fragile that it’s a lot of for her to take.

  He admits, he took advantage of her that night.

  She’s young and horny and has no idea what she’s getting himself into, letting her body be used in such a way by an Alpha Werewolf. He almost knotted her that very night, but she had been such a slight thing and she had passed out right after sex too. He had to dig into her wallet to find her address and almost had a heart attack when he found out where she stayed.

  The place is a dump and he worries about her safety all the time.

  It had come as a shock to him to have fallen for the young wisp of a thing so quickly. He caught her scent from inside a cafe and couldn’t resist.

  He was repulsed with himself at first, taking advantage of the young thing so thoughtlessly, taking her virginity with his fingers and then fucking her on the side of the road like she’s some sort of cheap whore. Except her scent is so sweet when she’s humiliated and aroused and he can’t resist doing that over and over again, fucking her in public places, making sure that they never get caught, but the risk factor is always there, making her scent so sweet and terrified all at once.

  Introducing her to The Dungeon had been a spur of a moment thing. He wants to know how she would react, and then it spiraled into something more and she lets him get away with just about everything and that kind of power shouldn’t send a warmth through his body but it does.

  He’s never felt so relaxed and calm, so at peace as he had than when he’s with her.

  And then there was that asshole in The Dungeon who joined in without permission. He made sure that chase the man out of his territory the very next day and son of a tycoon or not, he would have trouble finding any companies willing to work with him.

  Jackson has always been rather protective of what he deemed as his.

  The next few weeks following the incident is… difficult. He wanted to give her time, but not so much time that she would begin to question the nature of their relationship or worse still, find someone else. He’s stolen a few of her clothing and he presses his nose to her clothes, breathing in her scent as he pumps his cock and comes.

  It should disturb him more, this sudden intense fixation. She’s so young, so innocent. But he only feels certain. The alpha in him feels more present now, more aware. He’s never wanted to knot someone so much before.

  If she decides he’s not enough for her, he doesn’t know how well he would take it, but he has a feeling that’s not the case.

  His lovely pup has always been a little bit frightened and uncertain. Perhaps she was just a little scared and needs an extra push.

  So, he makes a plan to have her come to him.

  He has to admit, he’s impressed by the little pup. She’s a high achiever despite her circumstances and works harder than anyone he knows. She works two jobs on top of her degree and spends the rest of her free time with him, but he’s caught her getting up in the middle of the night to finish up her courses and he feels a little bit guilty, hogging her time like this, but he can hardly help himself. She’s so lovely and he wants to keep all of her.

  But he has to do this carefully. It’s not just their age difference.

  He doesn’t want to overwhelm her and scare her off.

  But when he has her in his grasp again, he can’t help himself from claiming her straight away, taking her on the spot and filling her up so she would smell like him, like his.

  He moves slower after that, gradually convincing her to move into his apartment and adjusting his life to make space for her, keeping her there.

  And then there’s just so much he could do to take her apart that he doesn’t know why he even bothered staying away in the first place.

  He watches as Calvin gets his entire first up her cunt. He doesn’t worry about her getting hurt because she’s taken his knot before and his knot is much thicker.

  She cries beautifully taking the man’s fist, making such lovely noises too, punched out little whines every time the man curls his fingers inside of her.

  He holds her as she shakes apart, and then passes out on the table.

  Calvin looks up at her, eyes questioning, wondering if he’s supposed do stop.

  They should. He’s already taken so much from her. His grin is savage and he fucks her mouth as Calvin fucks her cunt and fills her with seed.

  He doesn’t know what he’s done to get so lucky with the sweet little pup, but he’s never going to let her go now that he has her in his grasp.

  END

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  “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” she whispers in the dark.

  He startles. He had been close to falling asleep when her soft voice woke him. “Baby?” he asks without thinking and tenses.

  She doesn’t seem to mind, nuzzling up to him with a happy little sound. She’s turns around some time when he was drowsing so that she’s pressing her breasts to his chest, blinking up at him, the perfect picture of innocence. Surely she’s doing this on purpose. “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” she clarifies.

  “There’s nothing wrong with you,” he says automatically, arms tightening around her torso without thinking. It presses her even closer and he regrets doing it, immediately loosening his hold on her.

  “There must be,” she insists.

  “What makes you think there’s something wrong with you, baby?” he asks.

  “Nobody wants to have sex with me,” she says.

  He sees red. He swears under his breath and shuts his eyes for a moment, trying to push away the thoughts of her and sex with someone else. “That can’t be true,” he says.

  “It is,” she sighs, like she’s resigned herself to never having sex with anyone. “They have these parties where everyone just sorts of have sex with everyone and I’m never invited.”

  Because he would kill anyone who thinks they could touch her without taking full responsibility. She sounds just a little bit disappointed and he tries to think about it from her perspective. “What about Sam?” he asks and flinches when her scent sours with disappointment.

  “I never really clicked with him,” she says. “He didn’t make me feel safe. Not like you,” she adds that last bit softly. Then, like a lightbulb going off in her brain, she asks, “Would you have sex with me?”

  He feels as though all the blood in his body has gone to his cock. His wolf howls with joy. Yes, yes, yes. Mate. Claim. He chokes those back. “That’s not- You can’t ask that, darling,” he says. He shouldn’t have let her sleep in his bed the past few days. And he had been doing such a good job raising her prior to this too. He must have fucked up at some point, done something wrong to make her ask something so perverse.

  “Why not?” she asks, looking completely innocent, clearly expec
ting him to answer.

  “It’s not- It’s not something you do with family. Surely you know that,” he says. She’s studying to be a doctor. She’s the top of her year. There is no way she doesn’t know.

  “You’re not related to me by blood,” she says softly, eyes wide, hopeful. “I’m adopted, Will,” she reasons like he’s the one being unreasonable.

  A better man would tell her that it doesn’t matter if they’re related by blood. He practically raised her and he’s in a position of power. He would be taking advantage of her.

  “You’ve taught me everything else I know. Why not this?” she persists.

  “This is different,” he says.

  “Please,” she leans up until her breath fans his chin. She looks so perfect like this, offering herself up to him like some sort of virgin sacrifice- exactly like a virgin sacrifice.

  He presses her back, hating himself.

  He doesn’t expect her to surge forward, refusing to be pushed aside so easily. He doesn’t expect her to throw herself on him, pinning him down with the weight of her body, legs straddling his hips, the shirt she’s wearing hiking up to her waist and showing him what he has been suspecting for the past several days. She’s wearing nothing underneath.

  His hands grasp her hips almost instinctively, worried that she would fall of he lets go. They used to play like this, when she was much, much younger. There’s nothing innocent about the way she’s leaning against his cock, her opening wet with arousal even though he hasn’t done anything at all.

  The shirt stretches around her breasts and he can see through the thin material that her nipples are pebbled and pink, just begging to be kisses, sucked, and fondled. His cock twitches, growing harder still.

  Her eyes glitter with unshed tears, mouth pursed in a lovely pout that he longs to kiss away. “Please,” she whispers, leaning forward to press her lips to his. It’s not like her usual kisses. She doesn’t pull away, kissing him on the mouth, pushing past the fold of his lips and trying to lick inwards. It’s wet and slick and she whines when she doesn’t get her way straight away.