Bent over his lap

Mona POV

I opened the door, and he stepped inside, filling my bedroom with his overwhelming presence.

His scent hit me like a drug—dark cedar, rain, and dominant Alpha male. My wolf immediately rolled over inside me, whining with desperate submission.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure he could hear it. I was still flushed, thighs sticky with my own slick, the faint buzz of the vibrator still humming faintly under my pillow.

He frowned, those dark eyes scanning my face, nostrils flaring slightly as if he could smell my shame.

“You look feverish, princess,” he said, voice low and concerned, stepping closer.

He crossed the room in two strides and pressed the back of his hand to my cheek. His touch was warm, rough, and it sent another shameful gush of slick between my legs. My wolf purred at the contact. “Heat coming on?”

“I-I’m okay,” I stammered, barely able to meet his eyes. His thumb brushed my cheekbone, and I had to bite the inside of my lip to stop a needy whimper.

“I’m sure you’ll pass your entrance exam,” he continued, still cupping my face. “You’ve always been a good girl.”

“Yes…” I whispered, voice shaky.

His expression darkened as he pulled his hand away. “I hate the girls you’ve been running with since last month. They’re a bad influence. That club, the drinking… I hope they aren’t going to Moonshine College with you.”

“They are…” I whispered, eyes dropping to the floor.

“Stay away from them,” he snapped, the Alpha command in his voice making my pussy clench hard and more slick leak down my thighs.

“I can’t…” I half-yelled. “Mia, Cici, Sasha, and Laila are good girls!”

His hand shot out and wrapped lightly around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, asserting dominance. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. My breath hitched, nipples tightening painfully against my dress as my wolf submitted completely.

“If anything goes wrong,” he said slowly, voice dropping to that dangerous, growling timbre, “I will bend you over and spank you until you cry and submit. I won’t tolerate nonsense.”

He released me and left the room. I collapsed onto my bed, legs shaking, soaked and aching, my wolf howling for more.

The entrance exam results came back a week later. I failed. Badly.

My legs were shaky as I walked out of the testing center, the same trembling that usually followed my secret sessions with the vibrator. Cici and Sasha rushed over first, hugging me tight.

“Babe, it’s okay! You’ll retake it,” Sasha said softly.

Cici, the wildest of us, grinned like a devil. “Or fuck the exam entirely. Your rich Alpha stepdad can make a call and get you in. That man looks like he could ruin someone in the best way.” She leaned in closer, voice dropping. “Speaking of ruining… I let my father’s Beta fuck me last weekend. Bent over his pool table while Dad was upstairs. His cock was so thick, Mona. I was dripping down my thighs the whole time, trying not to scream. You should try something forbidden like that. Bet it would calm that needy little wolf of yours right down.”

Her words painted vivid pictures in my head. I squeezed my thighs together right there in the parking lot, fresh slick coating my thong as my wolf surged with dark interest.

I got home late. Mom was in the kitchen on her phone. He was waiting in the living room, arms crossed, looking every inch the powerful Alpha.

“Did you pass?” he asked calmly.

“No…” I whispered, voice breaking.

“What about your friends?”

“They all did…” I sobbed.

His eyes flashed with Alpha authority. “Upstairs. Now.”

My heart hammered as I climbed the stairs ahead of him, feeling his heavy gaze on my short skirt the entire way.

Once we were in my bedroom, he closed the door—but didn’t lock it. Mom was still downstairs.

“Daddy, please—”

“Quiet.” He sat on the edge of my bed and pointed at his lap. “Bend over.”

My wolf whimpered with both fear and filthy excitement.

I obeyed, draping myself across his powerful thighs, my stomach pressing against the hard muscle of his legs.

He flipped my skirt up without ceremony, exposing my bare ass and the tiny red G-string that was already soaked through.

A low growl rumbled in his chest. “This is what happens when you disappoint me and run with those girls.”

The first hard smack landed on my right cheek.

I gasped sharply, the sting blooming hot across my skin.

By the fifth spank, tears were streaming down my face and my pussy was throbbing viciously.

Each powerful slap made my ass jiggle, the thin string of my thong digging between my cheeks and rubbing against my dripping folds.

At stroke fifteen he paused, breathing heavier.

His big hand rubbed over the burning skin almost tenderly—then yanked my soaked G-string to the side, fully exposing my glistening, puffy pussy and tight little hole.

“What the fuck is this?” he growled, voice thick with lust. “You’re dripping down your thighs like a bitch in heat.”

I whimpered, pushing back shamelessly against his hand. His fingers traced my soaked slit before two thick digits pushed inside my aching pussy while his thumb circled my swollen clit.

I moaned brokenly, grinding against his lap like the desperate little omega I was becoming.

He was rock hard beneath me. The massive outline of his Alpha cock pressed insistently against my stomach through his pants. My wolf preened—he wanted me too.

“Such a messy girl,” he muttered, pumping his fingers deeper, curling them against that perfect spot inside me.

“If you keep acting like this, I’ll have to bend you over every night until you learn.”

Mom’s voice drifted faintly from downstairs as she laughed on the phone, completely unaware that her mate had her daughter bent over his lap with two fingers buried in her dripping cunt.

The risk made everything hotter. I was right on the edge, whimpering and shaking, when he suddenly pulled his fingers free and delivered the final five punishing smacks in quick succession.

My ass burned, my pussy clenched around nothing, and fresh slick ran down my thighs onto his pants.

He pulled me up by my hair, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were glowing gold, fangs slightly extended. For one electric second I thought he might kiss me—or pin me down and finally give me what we both needed.

Instead he wiped his soaked fingers across my lips.

“Clean yourself up and come down for dinner,” he said, voice dangerously calm.

He stood and left the room, leaving me trembling, ass red, pussy dripping, and my wolf howling for his knot.