I couldn't believe I was getting married. To Alpha Damien, nonetheless.
"So we are going to the church tomorrow morning?" I asked.
"No." he smirked at me.
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.
"I want to meet your parents and tell them. You can plan a simple wedding in a week." he said.
"But we are going to have sex?" I asked, almost dreading the answer. Hopefully, he liked sex enough to say yes.
He smirked, "No bunny, we are not going to have sex. Until we get married."
I stared at him in disbelief. "What?! No!"
"Yes Hanna." he smirked. "No arguments."
I glared at him. I got up, "Fine! I'll help myself!"
He raised his eyebrows at me. He knew exactly what I was talking about. He pulled me down on his lap. I could feel his hard cock below my ass. I moved a little and he groaned. I smiled, liking the power I had on him.
He suddenly pulled me up and unceremoniously dropped me on the couch.
"There are some rules here," he started to say.
"Like the ones you gave me before?" I interrupted.
"No. First off, your habit of cursing for everything." he said.
"What shi--" I started to say, but stopped when he raised one eyebrow at me.
"You won't play with yourself," he said.
I raised one eyebrow.
"And lastly, you will always tell me what you feel. I don't want you to cut yourself out from me." he stopped and looked me dead in the eye. "Understood?"
"Yes," I said and he smiled. Then I added. "Sir."
His eyes narrowed and he glared at me. Fear bubbled within me but I covered it up with a smirk.
"Don't play coy, Hanna," he growled. I raised my eyebrows, before jumping off the couch and running into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of wine. I turned around, bumping into Damien.
He looked down at me with dark eyes, full of desire and anger. It was a heady combination. One that I had already come to love.
"Say it again and I will spank you," he glared at me.
I raised my eyebrows in apparent disbelief. "Sure, you will."
He smirked at me, but the look in his eyes told me that I should drop the topic. "Try me."
"Sir," I taunted.
The next second, I was on the table, on my front and the wine was on the floor.
"What the fuck!?" I exclaimed.
"What did I tell you about that dirty mouth of yours Hanna?" he growled. "I will spank you ten times."
"Damien..." I drawled out, hoping I sound seductive.
"You will count Hanna," he said and I heard the smirk in his voice. "And after five you will tell me why I'm doing this."
"Damien, why are you doing this?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"Really Hanna?" He asked, but before I could answer, his hand connected to my bottom. Thankfully, I was still wearing the robe, because his hit was hard.
"Count Hanna," He growled.
"One!" I exclaimed.
For the next four smacks, it went out with it. "Tell me what these five smacks were for?" he drawled out.
"Damien..." I pleaded. The smacks had turned me on bog time. My thighs were wet. I could feel my clit throbbing.
"Tell me Hanna!"
"Because I called you sir." I said.
"Get up," he ordered.
I got up and turned around to face him. He was standing so close to me. My nipples were straining under the robe. He pulled the string and brushed the robe off me. I was naked in front of him.
"Bend over again," he said. I looked at him in disbelief. What the hell?!
"Don't make me repeat myself Hanna," he growled.
I glared at him, before turning around and bending over the table. The coolness made my nipples harden even more. My clit throbbed, waiting for his touch.
He rubbed my bottom soothingly, before his hand came down hard. I yelped. I didn't count. All I could feel was the pleasure between my legs and the throb of my ass.
"Count Hanna," he urged.
"Six!" I yelled. He smacked me again and I moaned. I wanted his hand on my clit.
"Damien please..." I pleaded. He knew what I wanted.
"Please what Hanna?" he asked.
"I'm sorry!" I yelled. "I get it! I won't use language! Just fu--fudging touch me!"
"Again?" he said and I heard the smirk in his voice.
"I'm sorry!" I yelled. I moaned when his fingers entered me. He moved his fingers around me. I moaned.
"Look what I found!" he exclaimed, but I heard the dark, menacing tone. He moved his fingers and it was as if there were sparks and little jolts of electricity flying through me. "Your special spot."
"Damien..." I moaned. "I'm so close."
"Come on baby," he drawled out. "Give it to me."
I came like a slave to him. I would do anything he asked me to. I was like his puppet. My strings were in his hands.
"We are going to meet your parents," he said as I came down from my high.
I got up and turned around so fast, I almost fell to the ground. He caught me and looked at me in confusion.
“What is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed. He gave me a blank, confusing look.
"Why? It's impossible to ignore them. They will know. We have to meet them. Besides, we will be formally introduced to all the packs. They will know."
"My Dad will kill you," I said.
"Why?" he looked so lost that I almost cooed at him. He looked so cute.
"Because," I stopped, trying to find a way to sugar coat it. "We didn't exactly... Um... Mate under normal conditions?"
"What do you mean Hanna?" he asked. The all familiar anger was back in his eyes.
"Look, all I'm trying to say is that we didn't even know each other up until a week or two ago. So, my family will be very, very apprehensive about this. They were apprehensive about Rick and we went out ___"
Before I could finish the sentence, his mouth was on mine. His lips covered mine and his hand pulled me close. I responded to his kiss just as eagerly.
"Do you want this?" he growled, the words vibrating on my lips. Want what? Him? The kiss? Of course I did.
"Of course," I whispered.
He pulled back. "Do you even know what I'm talking about?"
"The kiss?" I almost instantly replied.
He sighed. "No. Do you want me to be your mate?"
I looked at him in confusion. "We're getting married."
He handed me my robe. "Put this on." I stared at him in surprise, but nonetheless, I put on the robe. Once I was covered, he took my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen, the living room and finally the house.
"What are you doing?" I asked, horrified and scared. What was he going to do?
"I'm dropping you home. You said yes in a lustful state. Just because I marked you, doesn't mean that I will make you accept me." he said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.
He opened the door and I stubbornly stood my ground. He stared at me for some time before lifting me up and pushing me into the door. I glared at him as he locked the door before I could even open it.
He came and sat on the driver’s seat. He turned to look at me. He sighed and I saw it in his eyes. The vulnerability. This was what E. Gordon had told me. He was vulnerable. I was already half in love with this man.
"You're going to leave me alone?" I asked. "So I can do whatever I want?"
He gave me a brief look before nodding.
"How long?" I asked.
He turned to me. "Till you make a proper decision. I don't want you to jump into anything."
I drew a blank. What now? Suddenly a part that I didn't know existed in me came out. I pulled my robe open and my fingers found my engorged clit. He didn't notice as yet. I pressed against it, the pleasure making me shiver. I pressed a little harder, moving my finger around my clit. A quite moan escaped me. The car stopped with a jerk. I could feel Damien's eyes on me and it made me hotter.
I slipped one finger in my pussy and pumped myself, as my other hand sought my nipples. I pinched and pulled on them, the pain fueling my pleasure. My moaning got louder and all I could think of was the orgasm that was so close.
I added one more finger with my middle finger and pumped relentlessly. I pinched my nipples, and bit my lip hard.
I moaned loudly as I felt my orgasm come. But before I could bask in my orgasm, my fingers were pulled from my pussy and the door opened.
"What the fuck!" I exclaimed, but froze as I looked into Damien's glacial eyes.
"What did I tell you Hanna?" he snarled. "You broke two rules. I know what punishment I should give you. We are going to go back home and pack. Tomorrow morning we will be at your parents. And this time, I won't even touch you until we get married."
I stared at him in disbelief. I didn't finish off now, and now with him saying something like that, I realized that he meant that I wouldn't be able to cum until the wedding. Holy fuck!
The next two days went in a daze. Surprisingly my parents had accepted Damien. He spinned some story about how we were going out for almost three months and we instantly fell in love with each other.
I didn't know about him, but I was in love with him. The way he was around my parents. He treated them with utmost respect. When Mom went as far as suggesting that we don't share the same room, I didn't hear a peek out of him.
But I was suffering. Every single, simple kiss that was made by way of greeting, made me wet. I couldn't handle this anymore.
"Honey, you okay?" Mom asked and I realized that I zoned out. I felt Damien's worried gaze on my face.
I plastered a fake smile on my face. "Yeah... Just a bit tired. We did quite a lot of shopping today. I think I'm going to go to bed."
Mom gave me a concerned look. Dad looked confused. I got up and made my way up. I didn't know why I felt that way. I wanted to cut everyone out. Even Damien. I wanted to hide in a shell. I wanted to crawl into my room and never come back out.
I could feel hot tears in my eyes as I walked into my room. I sobbed into the pillow.
"Hanna--" I heard Damien's voice. Then the lock slid through. "Holy shit. What happened?"
I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I didn't know why I was crying. He pulled me up and into his lap. "Hanna?"
I snuggled into him, crying even more. "I don't know.” I whispered. "I don't know why I'm crying."
"If it makes you feel better, cry." he said softly.
I did just that. I feel asleep in his arms, somewhere between the crying.
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