Chapter 15

Selene

Phoenix tears off my panties and uses them to tie my hands together. I'm trembling with both need and apprehension as I wait for what he's going to do next.

He stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes scanning over my body with hunger. "You've been a naughty little wolf. How should I punish you?" he purrs, beginning to pace back and forth with measured steps.

"You could just ignore me. Oh wait, you're already so good at that," I retort, playfully rolling my eyes.

He stops, turning his head slowly back to me. "What was that, little wolf?" he asks, his voice, low and dangerous, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.

I jet my chin. "You heard what I said."

Without warning, he flips me over onto my stomach. Then, he sits down and pulls my bottom half over his lap. His hand comes down on my ass hard.

"Hey, that hurt," I hiss, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but he places his free hand between my shoulders to hold me in place. My heart hammers in my chest. "What the hell are you doing?"

He shushes me gently. "Be a good girl and take your punishment."

His hand comes down on my ass, even harder this time, and I cry out. Despite the pain, I can practically feel the wetness pooling all over his lap.

"This is all you needed, huh?" he croons, hitting me a third time.

"Needed for what?" I ask between clenched teeth.

"For you to be a good little wolf."

The next smack sends searing hot pain through my ass cheek. I jerk in his lap, my skin stinging from his rough touch.

"Fuck!"

"One more," he murmurs. "I know you can take it."

I don't even know why I'm letting him do this to me, or even why I like it so much. What is wrong with me? Better yet, what the hell is wrong with him?

He spanks me one last time, this time hitting my pussy. I gasp loudly. "You're so fucking wet," he purrs. "Now for your reward."

Gently running his hand over my hot skin, I feel his fingers inch towards my core. I'm panting now, eager for him to touch my most sensitive area. I breathe in his musky scent, allowing it to wash over and calm me.

He slides a finger into me, massaging my inner walls so he can add another. "That's it, relax. Open up for me."

I shudder at his words, but eagerly accept a second and third finger in my pussy. The stretch burns for only a second as I accommodate him. I wonder how many more he's going to try to fit in there before he fucks me.

Pinching my eyes close, I rock my hips in sync with the motion of his fingers. Fuck, it feels so good. I must look like a desperate whore allowing him to let him touch me like this for the second time, but I can't help myself.

I need this. I need him.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers away, raises them for me to see. My juices are shining on them. He slowly licks his fingers and then puts them in his mouth. His eyes never leave mine, and he ask, "Who made your pussy so needy?"

"You, Phoenix," I whisper.

"That's right. Such a good girl," he purrs, inserting his fingers back into me. "How many more fingers do you think I can put in this greedy pussy of yours?"

"I'm too full," I say with a whimper.

"Nah, you can fit more." He adds a fourth finger, and his thumb circles firmly against my clit. "I think I know what you need better than you do, Selene. You're so fucking responsive, like you were made for me. So fucking perfect."

Made for him. The words slam into me, unexpectantly making my heart swell. How can he feel that way, yet be so hot and cold with me all the time? It's like he's trying to run away from his feelings, when he feels like another man is trying to swoop in and claim me, he comes to remind me that he can make me feel this way.

It's fucked up, actually.

Toxic.

Yet I can't will myself to tell him to stop.

"I want to turn you into my goddamn hand puppet. I think you're wet enough now, so relax for me. It will only hurt for a second."

That's the only warning I get before he works a fifth and final finger into me.

Holy fucking shit!

I can feel his entire hand in my pussy, and even though it hurts, I feel the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. With his free hand, he tugs on my nipples, adding to mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Oh fuck. My whole fist is in your tight little pussy. I wish you could see how beautiful it looks," he groans. I look up to see him smirking, his eyes glimmering with satisfaction.

He pulls his entire hand out before shoving it back in. My eyes roll back in my head, desperate moans pouring from my lips.

"Oh, Goddess," I mewl, feeling the pressure building quickly in my core.

I want to touch him. I want to make him feel as good as he's making me right now. So, I reach down and brush my fingers across his erection. As soon as I touch him, he stiffens and slowly removes his hand. Disappointment washes over me as my impending orgasm ebbs away.

"What's wrong?" I ask breathlessly as he slides me off his lap and stands up.

He shakes his head, his face ridden with guilt. "This is wrong, I shouldn't be doing this with my sister," he mutters beneath his breath.

What the fuck is he talking about? He's the one who started this!

It's like my touch snapped him back to reality, the reality where he feels guilty for wanting me or something.

He creates distance between us, and I can tell he's about to run away.

I blink back tears. "W-Wait, where are you going?"

"I have to go. Good night," he replies, his voice hard.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" I shout, sliding off of the bed to stand in front of him. I point a finger to his chest, glaring up at him. "You wanted this. Don't act like I came in your goddamn room and started touching you!"

His jaw tenses. "This shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry, I only started this because I was jealous. Forget I ever came in here."

"Fine. I'll forget everything!" I say angrily and storm out of my own room.