Sweet little wolf

Chapter 12

LEONE

She flinched, and I stepped back towards the door. I caught her hands and pushed her into the bathroom.

"Don't make me lose my temper, Seraphina." I barked. "Or–" I pressed my fingers to her lips, and she swatted it away. “– do you like being punished?”

She shuddered, drawing in a long breath as she shakes her head like a good puppy.

"Good. I thought so. I hate punishing you.” I answered softly, but she gave me this look, like I was out of my mind. And maybe I'm. But I don't give a fuck about her opinion. I'm in charge here and will forever be.

I moved to the sofa after wiping my hands off. "Make yourself comfortable on the stool."

I watched her move carefully without complaining and sat on it. My little wolf is too tired to fight me off, which will only make what I've in mind so interesting.

"Take off your clothes.” I commanded whilst leaning in comfortably on the sofa, eyes on Sera sitting on the stool in the bathroom.

"No.” She grinds out, shooting out of the stool and glaring down at me.

I snarled fiercely, losing my temper as I marched to her. My fingers trapped her jaw, and I raised her face up to mine. “Here's how this is going to work. You either do all I say obediently like the good girl you're or have me whip you into doing it," I bellowed.

She tried shifting away from my grasp, but I held on steadfastly. “I don't want to whip you again, little wolf. I already feel bad for doing that. Do your aching body a favor and swallow your pride.”

I turned around to leave but paused and looked at her over my shoulders with a smirk. “And just so you know, you're my wife. And this body is mine to use as I deem fit. You signed up for this when you agreed to the marriage.”

And with that, I turned around and headed back to the sofa.

"Now, let's start again.” I cooed.

“Take off your clothes, little wolf.”

Sera whimpered, her eyes glistening in the tears that'd be threatening to stream down her face. I must confess, she's the strongest and most rebellious wolf I've ever set my eyes on. Despite everything I'd done to her, she still looks at me with those hateful eyes and refuses to bow.

Well, I plan to see her crawl on her feet, face bowed, eyes filled with tears as she begs for forgiveness.

"Don't make me say it again.” I bite out.

Slowly the tears slipped down her cheek as realization dawned on her. I was serious about this, and it's time she started acting on it before I lost my temper and descended on her.

Her fingers loosened the remaining buttons on the maid uniform she was still in. She turned to glare at me, but I just nodded at her to go on. Her hands gathered the hem of the gown and pulled it over her head. I swallowed nothing as she was left in matching red lacy pants and bra.

Fuck! I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, but my eyes were still fixed on her.

"Everything.” I rasped impatiently, leaning forward.

She cast me a glance and began sobbing. What were the stupid tears for? I was forced to ask her to keep quiet but just let her be. After all, her voice is melodious, and her cries are boosting my ego.

Her fingers trailed to her back and loosened the book of her bra expertly. She heaved her body up a bit and tore the pants off her waist, and slowly wrangled her thighs as it fell off to her ankle before dragging them off with her feet in the most seductive manner I've ever seen.

Her hands flew over her shoulder, and she bent down, hiding her breast from view.

What the fuck?

"Don't crouch down. I want to see those beautiful tits you didn't mind displaying when you're trying to escape.” I said breathlessly.

She whimpered as she lifted her body up, her silver-blonde hair fell in a long wave, cascading over her shoulders. She whirled around slowly so I could have a better view of the breast but was still blocking them off with her hands.

Damn those tits! My eyes rolled into my head as I licked my lips unconsciously.

“Don't cover your breasts, little wolf.” I shifted again.

She let go of her hands over her breast. Her breasts were full and curved slightly upward, and they were the most beautiful things I've laid my eyes on.

These breasts were not like the other ones—these ones called to me. Her tits were shiny pink and pointed. Her beautiful pale thighs were seductive. The sudden urge to run the top of my tongue over it.

She was endowed beautifully well. Like something well sculpted with precise care. Like a replica of the moon goddess. For the first time in my life, I agreed grandfather made a good decision. This wolf was mine.

"Pour water on yourself. I want to see your body getting wet." I ordered, eyes glazed on her, knees shaking with want.

And now look, who's getting tortured? I'm turned on just by merely looking at her. Her hands grabbed the cup in the pail filled with water beside her and poured a substantial amount on herself. Her hair now wet clings to her body, and her body seems to shine under the influence of the water.

Fuck me! I should've done this on our wedding night besides spending my time fucking the stupid wolf.

"Soap your breast." I continued wickedly. I was torturing her but torturing myself too, which I don't mind.

She sniffed back tears, but they still came down in a massive torrent as she took the sponge—my sponge—and soaped it before running it gently on her breast. They bounced off on her touch and glistened. I could imagine my hands now running through those soft, beautiful breasts, pinching and squeezing the life out of her.

Get a fucking grip on yourself, Leone!

My hands snapped to the middle of my thighs as my monster threatened to burst free and have her breast fuck the life out of it. I was hard like a rock now, and I couldn't help but wonder if I should stop now before it gets too late.

"Soap everything, including your nipples.” My heart thudded as it ordered me to do this. I wasn't thinking with my brain, just following my damn heart.

The sponge circled on her nipples, and I wished it was my tongue doing that. She whimpered again and slowly but torturously circled the second nipple. My little wolf knows what she's doing. She did it a few more times, rounding the sponge over her breast in the most seductive manner while I watched on mesmerized.

"Soap your navel." and she did so instantly.

"Wash your groin and the lip of your pussy." She looked up at me and shook her head, her lips trembling, and her eyes seemed to be pleading with me not to do this. But I've started this, and I'm going to finish it.

"Now, little wolf." I glared daggers at her.

Her legs widened reluctantly, and the sponge crawled down her pussy before pulling up again to her navel. Just like her nipples, her pussy was pink, and she always took her time to shave because there was no single hair. The lips were smooth and looked like they'd never been eaten. Is my little wolf a virgin?

"Now your thighs and legs—everything my tongue will run through should be clean.” I blurted out before I could get a hold of myself.

Her head shot up, her eyes blazing with fury. “No! Your filthy tongue won't run through my body.”

Wow! I was taken aback by her outburst. And here I was thinking I'd broken her. She still got fire in her. Her mouths—if I get hold of them, I'd kiss the life out of it.

I smirked challengingly and met her eyes. “Watch me.”

She started crying again and washed her legs and thighs just as I'd commanded her. Only if she knows what she was doing to me. Only if she knew my body was on fire.

"Are you a virgin? Do you know the feeling of a hard cock being pressed between your swollen breasts?” I subconsciously licked my lips, and my body jolted at the thought of pounding into her mercilessly, wrecking her leg and destroying her pussy.

"Go fuck one of your numerous women. I'm not a whore.” She snapped, bringing me back to earth—pointing the sponge at me.

"I'm sure once I shove my cock into your pussycat, you'd get hurt.” I smirked, ignoring her. She looked at me, and I expected her to bite words at me, but she burst into another fresh round of tears, her full sensuous lips trembling.

"Pour more water.” She told the cup and poured the water on her body. I watched the water slip down her breast, trickle down her nipples, and wash down her pussy. It should've been my tongue doing that.

"Little Wolf, do you know what turns me on?” I asked.

“Torturing me.” She whispered, and I grinned.

"Virgins are delicious.” I replied instead.

She whimpered and shifted away, even though she was inches away from my reach, but does she think she can run from me? No one does that.

"Pour some more," I growled as I gripped my monster and pressed it down in between my thighs.

"Some more little wolf." I moaned out as I could feel my monster hardening and increasing. I stroked it down a bit. But my pre-cum shot out, staining my pants, and I moaned louder.

Fuck! My little wolf would be the end of me.