Chapter 34: Chapter 34

SILVER

“Sometimes the more complex a lesson is, the more importance the woman thinks she has, the more significance.” Storm chooses his words carefully, deliberately to irritate me.

“I ~am~ significant if I am your mate, and my sex should not matter.” I fall into his trap because I will not be dismissed as irrelevant in his life.

“Now, Storm, what shall my punishment be?

“A simple spanking?” I ask, pretending not to sound outright irritated while also letting my eyes wander over his hands, sliding across the top of his leather pants, undoing the buttons, slipping under the waistband, pushing the leather down.

My eyes follow the movements while Storm dramatically looks at me in slow motion.

He lets his pants fall all the way off before he kicks them up with one foot into his hand and chucks them over a hook next to his other clothes.

Now he is completely naked, and his cock protrudes, hard and needy.

I lick my lips.

“Little Silver, I’m going to fuck you all night until you don’t remember your name, let alone your Breed.” Storm slowly smirks again at this.

“You’ll…so you’ll…” I blink a couple of times to force myself to break my gaze from his cock. I glance up, my heated gaze catching his golden one as he quickly approaches the red nest.

“I’ll…?” Storm quietly asks me to continue as he reaches a hand out and grabs my chin with his thumb and finger, holding my head up.

“Will you… I mean…are you going to be teaching me another lesson, Master?” I ask, just to witness Storm’s eyes flash with joy at the title that I bestow upon him willingly.

“Or am I just to be punished and fucked into submission?”

“I think I’ll ~happily~ call this lesson”—Storm growls low as he leans down, looking into my violet eyes, which drown in his entrancing golden gaze—“bedside manners.”

“I am already very polite,” I whisper, mocking him. “Unlike you.”

I gasp as his finger and thumb on my chin quickly release me, only for his hand to slide down to my throat and clasp around my neck, gently but firmly to keep me in place.

He allows all neutrality to leave his expression as his golden eyes swirl with passion.

“You have said enough, pipsqueak; now you will be silent,” Storm murmurs. I pause, about to reply. Then I reconsider and decide to obey. I nod while his large hand is still around my neck.

“Now,” he continues, blinking slowly, “turn around so I may claim you once more… I do not wish to wait…and this time you will not hit your head…because I will be tying you in place.

“Your punishment, I decided, is a hard and rough fucking. Your lesson in bedside manners is simple… In this bed, you’re my pet and my slave.

“I will bury myself inside you each day and each night until all you know is being filled and stretched and pounded and completely owned by your Master of Feeling.

“You are mine to do with as I please…and I will not hurt you like I hurt Jinx. You’re not ready for blood play during sex, pipsqueak; you may never be.

“But that’s why I’m here to teach you—and you’re here to learn.” Storm finishes his speech by releasing me and commanding me, “Turn around…little mate.”

I nod, lost within his deep, dark words. I swivel my body, eager and ready to finally feel the force of his cock within me.

This time, preferably, with no blacking out afterward.

I am prepared to wait patiently for Storm to retrieve ropes for my punishment, but with a movement of magic, time and space, in a blink of an eye…ropes adorn me.

And no, not just around my wrists or ankles.

Everywhere.

My neck, my stomach, my breasts, my thighs, my waist, my shoulders—all over. I feel the ropes tighten on their own, like snakes—and then they loosen…and tighten…and loosen.

“Oh…,” I gasp through the sensation, finding the ropes are moving my body into position.

My knees are slowly spread apart, my stomach is dropped down, my ass is raised…and I feel two hands caress my backside while Storm hums to himself in approval.

“So innocent…even now…,” Storm says to himself, clearly in awe of me still as his hands slowly clench my cheeks and spread them wide. “So…ripe…and fresh…and tight… Mmm.”

He trails a finger down my butt crack and over my asshole and then my pussy. He slips his finger through my pussy lips, spreading a rush of wetness.

“Fair warning, too much noise from you, and I’ll gag you, pipsqueak…” Storm slips a finger inside my pussy, and I drop my forehead down to the red silk covers, biting down on the material for support.

He does not say anything as I feel his finger leave me, quickly replaced with something larger, hotter, with a large girth and a fair length…

That length smacks into my private area, already soaking in want and need.

I try to remember how to breathe as Storm’s cock slides across the outside of my entrance, gathering juices along the whole length of him.

“So much for memorable,” Storm murmurs while trailing light fingers along my hips. “I wanted to make this special… Let’s make it meaningful instead.

“~Feel~ me, Silver…and you will truly learn who your Master of Feeling is… Feel me.”

As he growls the words, I hear him place his knees on the bed, his warmth encasing the outside of my legs with the inside of his thighs.

I am speechless as I bite down into the covers harder, my teeth grinding with quickly growing lust as I drool into the blankets already.

It is embarrassing how desperate I am right now.

I have waited too long.

I just want—

I think it too soon as his length slides across me one last time, to line up with my exposed pussy.

The ropes pulse around my body, making it even more difficult to breathe as Storm starts to push inside me.

His humongous manhood gains entry with a slow prod—but then the slow part is over as Storm slams the rest of his length into me with a single thrust.

This time my head doesn’t fly off into the side of our love nest, knocking me out.

This time, my head is pulled abruptly back, and I can tell he holds a leash of some kind attached to the rope around my neck.

He holds my head up with the rope as he pulls his cock out and slams back home, deep inside my body.

Then it is relentless from that moment onward, at a steady, ruthless pace of pumping and stretching my unused insides.

It’s equal to torture.

All I can do is whimper—trying desperately to hold off on making any other noises.

Eventually Storm starts thrusting a little harder…a little deeper…a little rougher…and I can’t take it.

“Oh, Storm, please, ~no~!” I moan through the intense pleasure—right before the rope slithers across my face and my lips.

The rope pulls back against the sides of my mouth, gagging me so all Storm can now hear are my incomprehensible gurgles and strange sounds coming from my gagged mouth as he continues to destroy my pussy from behind.

Just when I think it can’t get any more intense, the ropes start clenching and releasing around me, to pulse in time with his hard thrusts.

I close my eyes, losing myself in the intense sensations. As I’m quickly lost in the waves of pleasure, Storm releases the leash around my neck while also shoving me forward with his hips buried into my ass so his cock is as ~deep~ as it will go.

My face falls flat into the red covers, and he holds my hips up higher to meet a new pace altogether.

Storm slides his cock inside me again, until I’m being pounded ~open~.

I feel like I’m being ripped apart, my body and soul in a dance of pain, pleasure, and utter rapture.

The intensity is constantly building. I can even start to hear the wet slosh of his manhood penetrating my body, slipping in and out and in and out. Deeper, harder, quicker.

~“I can’t!”~ I yell at him through the connection.

Storm simply chuckles calmly and fucks me faster.

He’s fucking me so damn hard and fast, I feel like I’m literally vibrating—he decides to keep it deep, with shorter, quick thrusts rather than lengthy ones.

All I can feel are his balls slapping against my clit and his cock completely overwhelming my distressed womb.

I feel my body reach a pinnacle point as he continues the ridiculous pace.

My climax is so powerful, I don’t know where it starts—and I hardly know where it ends.

All I can feel are ripples of intense pleasure, controlling my body, jerking my hips back into him while my pussy clenches hard over his cock, again and again and again.

“Better,” Storm murmurs casually once more, hardly fazed as I’m drowning in total rapture and pleasure before him.

Instead, just when I assume he’ll be climaxing with me, Storm leans down and presses a hand to the back of my head, keeping me down as he keeps grinding his hips into my ass while his cock buries deep inside me.

~“Oh, please, Storm, p—please… I… I…”~ I have no words I can find.

“Pipsqueak,” Storm leans down so that I hear him whisper somewhere behind me. “We’ve just started…

“Try not to fall asleep, little one, because I might have to put a plug in your throat if you snore again like last night… A cock-sized plug…”

Storm chuckles at his own teasing of me, and I tense up underneath him in annoyance. “~Relax~, ~amica mea~… I will only torture you for the rest of your sweet life.”

~“You are…c—cruel, like you said,”~ I answer as he buries himself inside me again, and this time he holds himself there, while I pant through the gag and salivate all over the damn covers.

“Only a little, pipsqueak.” Storm places a hand on the small of my back.

“I could be so much more so with you, Silver…so don’t test me any further on my position in our Horde…and I will not have to show you how far I will willingly go to make a point.”

~“Do you ever cum when you fuck a woman?”~ I ask, curious and happy to change the subject.

“I ~will~ fill you, Silver… I will fill you entirely… You don’t have to worry about that.” Storm is far too pleased with himself as he says this.

~“I…I admit… I am worried about your never-ending and persistent lovemaking. Could it kill me?”~

“No, I’m just doing my job right, pipsqueak,” Storm chuckles, and I blush into the blankets.

~Too right.~

~“Little ill-advised pipsqueak, try to relax.”~ Storm pats my silver hair condescendingly as he pulls out and pushes back in, slowly fucking me.

~“Now, Silver… Lie there and shut up—I’m enjoying the simple sounds of your whimpers… They are adorable sounds of fear…and pleasure.”~

~“Ha…”~ I try to laugh, but he just pulls out to slap his palm across my ass, hard and firm—with a loud ~thwack~.

“Don’t disobey me when I give an order,” Storm snarls, cutting me off quickly. “Be silent…or you’ll make this harder than it needs to be…and harder than you can handle.”

I do not reply—and in my rush of pleasure…and to my great delight ~and~ coupled fear of his ridiculous performance…he shoves his cock back inside me—and he is just as hard as when he began.

I don’t think he’ll be soft anytime soon.

Storm has centuries of pleasure to be released upon a poor soul…and I am that poor soul.

I am secretly loving every bit of it—even as I think of ways to push him further out of his comfort zone—even as I’m ground and pounded into sweet, sweet oblivion.

I still want to test him.

Simply because I was born to—because I am his equal mate—and I am made to challenge him, to love him…and to match him.

If I am to survive Storm as a mate throughout my lifetime—I make my decision now finally and clearly—I ~have~ to be on his level. I have no choice but to challenge him, even if he is my Master.

Jinx did so through manipulation.

Perhaps I can do so through ~pure~ love—because that is what my heart sings.

It is my greatest power, I truly believe that…and I can’t wait to show Storm how powerful it can be!

Perhaps I ~will~ legitimately challenge Storm—to prove life isn’t all about life, death, fucking, bleeding, and feeling.

It is also about loving and caring and kindness.

I just have to show him…and I believe that is what I was born to do.

I am essentially Storm’s opposite in so many ways—and I think that is why we were made for one another.