Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I offer my hand for her to take.
Again she bites it. It hurts more the second time, and the laughter from the crowd is louder.
“You’re going to need a gag, ma cherie,” I growl, picking her up in my arms. She can fight all she likes now, and she does, turning into a human ball of fury, fists, knees, teeth, elbows, feet. Holding onto her is practically impossible.
I can see Daniel and Marcel down in the crowd, ready to come up if necessary. I shake my head. I want to take care of this myself. My mate is fiery and frightened and fierce. A part of me is inordinately proud of what a problem she already is.
The fantasy would be for me to sweep in, throw money around, and carry her off as her rescuer, with her ever so grateful to me and wanting nothing more than to submit to me in bed. This is messier, dirtier; this is going to end more intensely.
She is going to force me to make her obey. Here. In front of everyone. Where I cannot allow them to see me in what they will consider to be weakness. I have to put on a show of what they will call strength.
The director has a chair, which I take for my purposes. Sitting down, I wrestle her over my knee and start swatting her bottom, throwing up the tunic dress that barely covers her upper thighs. I begin giving her what in most circles would be regarded as a good old-fashioned spanking, right there on stage in front of a crowd of predatory shifters and even worse men.
I do not want to hurt her, but I need her submission and there is no way to gain it in this moment besides through force. If I can stimulate her arousal, there is some chance she will succumb to the mate bond and relax.
“I would not have given a dollar for that one,” the director says, standing just off to the side of our little domestic squabble. “She is of feeble mind. I doubt they will give you your money back, but they might let you leave her behind.”
The reason I have so very much money is because people, of all kinds and persuasions, are incapable of seeing value. They are blinded by the obvious. They follow one another around, assuming things that other people like are things they like. Then they call it an economy.
I am used to people saying transparently stupid things, but this outrages me to the point physical violence is dangerously within my grasp. I’d rip the director’s throat out, but I don’t have time right now. I am busy trying to handle a wild creature.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I growl in her ear. “But if you want to be dramatic, we will put on a show.”
“You disgust me, old man.”
Not the first words I thought my mate would say to me, but I see how they’re fair. An eighteen-year-old thinks a twenty-eight-year-old is practically dead. And a twenty-eight-year-old who wants to fuck an eighteen-year-old probably should reconsider everything about themselves. But this is different. This is mate bonding. Nature doesn’t care about social mores in the same way we do. In terms of pure animal connection, we are aligned.
I don’t feel disgust emanating from her. I feel fear and anger, two states that make sense given what is taking place. I can already tell that the girls were not told what awaited them. They were told to prepare for something much more wholesome. But she did not prepare herself. Her instincts told her better. I wish they would tell her better now.
“I can smell your desire. I know I don’t disgust you. Now quiet down and come with me.”
She responds by elbowing me in the torso, flipping off my lap, and stamping on my foot as she tumbles to the floor on all fours, almost as if she’s trying to force a shift that will never happen with that collar on.
A laugh goes up from the crowd. This has turned from an auction to a performance.
I can’t afford to stomach this kind of public disrespect. If she wants to tussle with me in private, that’s one thing. I’d enjoy that. But I have an image to maintain. There are those here who will spread the word if I do not seem every inch the wild, dangerous alpha I appear to be.
“Remember I didn’t want to do this,” I growl. I don’t want to hurt her, but she’s given me no option. Snagging her up from the floor, I pull her back over my knee.
I spank her hard, aiming low for the place where she has the most flesh on her ass. She has long legs and a shapely ass. She needs more meat on her, but she will be fed up when I get her home.