The restraint sent a thrill through her. Her bear growled with satisfaction, finally having what it had been demanding. This was what she needed—to be held, controlled, claimed by an alpha strong enough to take what he wanted.
Dom’s free hand traced patterns on her skin, mapping the curve of her waist, the swell of her breast, the sensitive hollow of her throat. Every touch was deliberate, designed to drive her wild while keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
“You smell like sex,” he murmured against her neck. “Like you’re already wet for me.”
Valeria’s hips lifted involuntarily, seeking friction that wasn’t there. The sweatpants were still between them, a barrier she suddenly wanted gone more than anything. Dom’s mouth found her collarbone.
The hand at her wrists tightened slightly, reminding her that she was completely at his mercy. Helpless. Controlled. His hand left her wrists long enough to hook his fingers in the waistband of the sweatpants. “Lift up.”
Valeria raised her hips, letting him strip away the last barrier between them. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. And God help her, she loved it. Her bear practically purred with satisfaction at being displayed for her alpha’s approval.
Dom’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her spread before him, her pussy glistening with arousal. “Fuck, you’re soaked. This pretty little cunt is ready for me, isn’t it?”
Her pussy clenched, desperate for him to fill her. Then his mouth was on her clit, and she jerked back, her thighs trying to close reflexively.
“Too much,” she gasped, face burning with embarrassment. “I… sorry, I just…”
Dom pulled back immediately, his hands gentle on her thighs. She couldn’t meet his eyes, her face burning with embarrassment.
“Valeria.” His voice was gentle. “Have you done this before?”
“Once.” The admission came out defensive. “At the academy. It was...”
“It was?”
She shrugged, looking away. “It was quick. Awkward.”
“Did you come?”
The word “no” stuck in her throat. She stared at the ceiling, wishing she could disappear.
“Then he didn’t do it right.” Dom’s touch became deliberately gentle. “Tell me what you feel.”
Then his mouth was on her again, and Valeria’s back arched off the bed with a cry she couldn’t suppress. His tongue focused on her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with devastating accuracy. The intimacy of it made her face burn.
“Relax,” he murmured against her. “Stop thinking so hard.”
“I can’t help it,” she admitted, mortified by how her voice shook. “This is... different.”
“Different how?” He kept his touches light and patient.
“More intense. With someone else, I mean…” She cut herself off, embarrassed by her own awkwardness.
“You’re doing fine,” he assured her. “Just focus on what feels good.”
When she finally started to relax into the sensations, he noticed immediately. “That’s it. Good girl.”
The praise sent unexpected warmth through her. The words shouldn’t have affected her so strongly, but something about the approval in his voice, the gentle encouragement, made her want to earn more of it. Her body began responding more naturally, moving with his rhythm instead of against it.
The embarrassment was still there but was fading under the steady build of pleasure. She found herself arching slightly into his touch, chasing the sensations instead of bracing against them. Her hands unclenched from the sheets, one dropping to tangle in his hair before she caught herself and pulled back.
“It’s okay,” he murmured against her. “You can touch me. Whatever feels right.”
The permission made her brave enough to thread her fingers through his hair again, to stop fighting her body’s instincts. Each time she responded openly, he rewarded her with praise that made her feel less awkward.
“See? Your body knows exactly what to do.” His encouragement was steady, grounding. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”
She nodded, beyond words now.
