A masochism night

Fenrir's POV

I was pacing aimlessly in my room, trying to calm my raging heart that was burning due to my deflated ego when I heard a knock at the door. My eyes went to the door before I rushed towards it, and I flung it open.

"Here she is Alpha.” Rudolph bowed excessively which made me roll my eyes. I looked away from him to see a tiny red-haired woman beside him. She looked fragile, and breakable. Why did Rudolph bring me a woman with the same hair color and body shape as Marsai? Goodness! How can he be so annoying?

I mean, I liked how he was loyal to me, but he was so apparent. Anyone could see that he was being submissive because of the fear of having his flesh lacerated by me.

I knew he was scared of me, and that was why he submitted to me like a little dog at my mercy. I love the feeling of that thrilling dominance. The fear I ignited in people made me feel even more powerful, and thirstier for more, but I’ve been starting to feel bad because Marsai didn’t like that attitude. I felt terrible whenever she felt sad.

It was a new feeling, and I wanted to fling it away as far as I could from me because that wasn’t supposed to be me. I was the almighty Alpha Fenrir that killed even the strongest wolf among them, there was no way I would put a stop to who I am because of her.

Without taking another glance at the lady, I held her by her arm and shoved her into the room.

"Get undressed," I ordered her, while she was looking up at me with a lustful gaze. She was pretty, but I could barely feel any attraction to her as all I could think of was Marsai.

I couldn't get my mind off her. Goodness. She was like an annoying pest that just wouldn't leave my thoughts, and it was getting more intense with the passing hours. I was starting to get worried for myself.

My hand swung across her face to make an echoing sound. I didn't mean to but it happened.
Marsai had gotten me so angry that when this woman that Rudolph brought to me wanted to touch me—I lost control. I sighed, wanting to…not apologize though, just to let her know it was an accident, but what happened next baffled the life out of me.

"Again.." She moaned. Wait. Did she just moan?

"What?"

“Hmm…Alpha…argh…harder, hit me harder” was this woman crazy? What was she talking about?

I was about to ask her when she started undressing in front of me. She wasn't bad at all—really. Her pale skin clashed with the flimsy nonsense she had on. Her rather small breasts perked out in front of me. I could see it had hardened. and I hadn't even touched her, but I noticed she was already wet.

"What is your name?" I asked as she smacked her lips and went to her knees. She started crawling towards me, her breast jiggling seductively.

"Tracia, Milord.”

"Tracia, I don't know what this or what you want but—"

"I want you to hit me, Milord. Please."

I blinked and looked at the woman. What? Is there something wrong with her? Her green eyes locked with mine as she kneeled a few steps away from me, one of her hands already playing with the wet spot in between her legs to entice me.

I hissed at the actions and was about to walk out of this whole masochistic show when I heard Marsai's shrieking voice.

"Let me out of here!" Her screams infuriated me and I found the anger building in me again. How dare she? How could she!

"Milord, please." I heard the slut at my feet beg, as she ran her hands up my naked leg.

Marsai's screams became louder. If only she would let me touch her, and scream for me that way when I pleasure her.

"Milord…" her hands went further up, sizing the length of my dick, but my mind was somewhere else. Goodness, Marsai, what do you want from me?

"Alpha.." her hands landed on my dick.

Without thinking, I raised my hand again and wiped it across her face. How dare she touch me!

"Ahh" Tricia screamed as her body was flung to the side. I watched, rather irritatedly as she crawled back to me, a bruise on her cheek and a sick joyful smile on her lips, and without her needing to ask, I slapped her again.

The more Marsai screamed, the more I hit her, but matter how much I hit her, she kept coming back. It was sickening, except I was too angry. I needed to vent it out.

I went over to her, watching as this Tricia’s body shook as she climaxed heavily. Her exposed vagina was throbbing and gushing out juice. All this and I haven't even touched her. Dragging her willing body, I threw her on the bed and climbed after her.

"You want me to hit you, right?"

"Yes, milord?" Her glossy eyes beamed at me, but her cheek was already swollen. "I want you to hit until I climax over and over again,” she begged.

This was all so disgusting and so disturbing. I raised my hand in the air, ready to strike her, but I froze all of a sudden.

"Marsai.." I voiced subconsciously.

I saw Marsai's face in this woman's. No…I couldn't hit her. I would never hit Marsai. No, never.

Cupping her face, I leaned in to do what I would want to do to Marsai. Kiss her.

"Get out" I felt my voice vibrate in my throat as I took a deep breath. I cast an irritated glance at the scantily clad girl seated on the bed in front of me. Her eyes looked as if they could pop out any minute from now.

"Milord?" She asked, unsure of whether she heard right or not.

"Are you deaf?" She shouldn't get me upset this early in the morning. “Tricia or whatever you call yourself, get the fuck out!"

She scrambled for the rest of her clothes, that is if she had any because I could have sworn she came like this. Her head was hung low and she bowed and made to walk out of the room.

"Wait," I said, sighing and pinching the skin between my brows.