It was a mystery, what had possessed me to antagonize her more. I’d run ahead of her into this room, gotten a taste of Kiara that I’d been dying for, and growled at her.
Leighton was going to fucking ruin me.
And did I ever want her to.
“Should I, like, not fight back? I think that’s the only way it can be as easy as you say,” I taunted.
The aroused irritation in her gaze sent of a zing of desire through me. My blood boiled with the need to play with fire. I’d been burned before, but I loved being kept on my toes. It was the only way I didn’t get bored.
“Fight back as hard as you can,” Leighton said.
Her aura grew heavier, crushing me beneath the weight of it. My aura flared without conscious thought from me—my alpha side didn’t enjoy being challenged. I was pack lead. The strongest in my pack, even though the position had originally been gifted without a fight.
I wasn’t stronger than her.
There was something about her that brought me to my knees, even my alpha nature giving up the fight quickly.
She grabbed my shoulder and shoved me toward the foot of the bed. Kiara’s pussy was in front of my face a second later. I leaned in, wanting another taste of her slick pink folds, but Leighton’s hand wound through my hair. She yanked me away so hard, I whined.
“All you get to do is knot her with that toy,” Leighton instructed.
The toy was still in my hand. It was thicker than me, but not longer. I would definitely be able to give her way more pleasure with my real cock than this fake one.
But part of my punishment was giving our omega what she needed without taking what I wanted. Leighton truly was a cruel Mistress, and I assumed this wouldn’t be the end of my discipline.
Clamping my fist around the base of the toy, I rubbed the tip from Kiara’s clit to her entrance and back again. My omega whined, one of her legs coming up to rest on my shoulder. Leighton purred, standing over us like a reigning queen.
I teased Kiara until she was squirming, her hips rising off the mattress in an attempt to get the dildo inside her. Then, I glanced at Leighton.
For permission.
She nodded, smirking.
Her enjoyment of my submission made me want to be good—for now. I doubted this desire to do as she said would last.
Using my free hand to readjust my cock in my pants, I held the knot of the fake cock in the other. The tip breached her entrance slowly, and she moaned. Her slick was so tempting I almost tried to lean forward and snag another taste.
“You like that, little omega?” I asked.
Kiara rose up onto her elbows, looking down at me with adorable flushed cheeks. She was naked from head to toe, except for the knife holster strapped to her thigh. I couldn’t decide if this was the sexiest she’d ever looked—she was too goddamn ethereal in everything for me to choose.
“More,” she begged, her voice soft.
“Don’t beg me, beg Leighton.”
Her gaze swung, eyelids fluttering when I pushed another inch of fake blue dick into her pussy. She was clenching so hard on the length, maybe it was better it wasn’t my actual cock. I might have embarrassed myself by coming in her pretty pussy right away.
“Alpha, please,” she murmured. “Make him give me more.”
Leighton grabbed Kiara’s hand and brought it to her lips, leaving a soft kiss on the back of it. “This is a bit of punishment for both of you, dove. After all, you gave him a bondmark. You still haven’t given me a bondmark.”
Kiara’s eyes widened and she sat up all the way abruptly. My grip on the dildo almost slipped and I cursed, pulling it out of her and grabbing her thigh with my free hand.
“Did you want one?” Kiara demanded. “We’re already bonded, I didn’t think my weak little bite would do anything to strengthen our bond…”
Having her sitting up had brought her soft skin too close for me to resist. I pressed kisses along her thighs, using my teeth to nip at her. It was a distraction from the temptation of her chocolate coconut slick, because I knew I wasn’t permitted to taste her there.
I was already going to be disciplined enough.
