Packed: The Enforcer: A Shifter Paranormal Romance by Carolyn Faulkner
Authors: Carolyn Faulkner
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bent over the edge of the bed, her pajama bottoms and frilly pink panties around her ankles as he reached down and relieved her of any hope of help from those two garments by flinging them across the room. Then, planting his big feet between her ankles and forcing her legs apart as he divested himself of his own clothes, he reached down to reclaim his jersey.
She heard something plastic click and then the sound of a viscous liquid being squirted loudly, glassily out of a container, then silence. It took her just about long enough for him to do a second round of energetic squeezing, and just as his thickly wet index and third fingers met her cringing bottom hole, she realized what he had been doing – slathering his fingers, then himself, and now the spot he intended to occupy on her.
Mari only managed to make one lunge away from him before his hand curved over her shoulder and he guided her right back to where she'd started from, then tapped the back of her neck.
She knew just what that was the signal for, too. He wanted her to lace her fingers there – well out of his way, and where they would do her absolutely no good against him, either.
And she took so long in obeying him that she could feel – and then hear – him reaching down to snick his thick leather belt out of his jeans.
Her fingers made it into position in record time, not that she had any illusions that that was going to alleviate even the tiniest bit of the punishment she knew was about to come.
And she wasn't disappointed.
After he doubled it over in his hand, he began lashing her defenseless rear end as he spoke. "You agreed to be my submissive when you came back again this time – and you've submitted yourself to my dominance a few times since we first came together – and now I'm going to ask you again to take some time and decide whether or not you want to, because this time it'll be permanent. I won't release you, even if your brother forbids us to see each other again. I'll leave the club so that we can be together."
That had her rearing up – not because of the unrelenting sting of the leather which already had her doing as much in the way of calisthenics as she could as she danced to its horrible tune, but because she'd never heard him once – ever – in all of the time she'd known him, suggest that he would leave the Alpha-Omegas. The club was his life, and she wasn't at all sure that he could function without it.
But just the idea that he would even consider that told her just how serious he was about her, without him even ever having said he loved her.
This was almost – in a strange way – more than love. He was willing to give up everything he was, everything he had ever been, for her.
What was it that every thought she had, needed time to make a decision, all of a sudden? She was perfectly capable of knowing what she wanted on the spur of the moment, and she damned well wanted him!
Although not, necessarily at this particular moment, although it came out that way anyway.
"I don't – yeow – have to take any – oohh ! Oww ! – time. I want – Jeebus ! – to! I want to!"
He was doing his best not to laugh at the idea that she was agreeing – during a thrashing – to even more of the same, but he wasn't doing a very good job of it. But he didn't let his unexpected mirth deter him from what he had set out to do. He covered every inch of what had been the pristine, ivory skin that he adored with angry red lines and welts, some of which inevitably overlapped, leaving livid red crosses that he knew would remind her for days afterwards to be more obedient.
And, since he intended to move her lock stock and barrel into his house as soon as possible, he would be able to follow the progression of her healing – much like she had him, only for very different reasons – rather than just hearing about it from her whenever she sat down to dinner with him.
"Still," he said, "I will ask you again when we've been together for a
She heard something plastic click and then the sound of a viscous liquid being squirted loudly, glassily out of a container, then silence. It took her just about long enough for him to do a second round of energetic squeezing, and just as his thickly wet index and third fingers met her cringing bottom hole, she realized what he had been doing – slathering his fingers, then himself, and now the spot he intended to occupy on her.
Mari only managed to make one lunge away from him before his hand curved over her shoulder and he guided her right back to where she'd started from, then tapped the back of her neck.
She knew just what that was the signal for, too. He wanted her to lace her fingers there – well out of his way, and where they would do her absolutely no good against him, either.
And she took so long in obeying him that she could feel – and then hear – him reaching down to snick his thick leather belt out of his jeans.
Her fingers made it into position in record time, not that she had any illusions that that was going to alleviate even the tiniest bit of the punishment she knew was about to come.
And she wasn't disappointed.
After he doubled it over in his hand, he began lashing her defenseless rear end as he spoke. "You agreed to be my submissive when you came back again this time – and you've submitted yourself to my dominance a few times since we first came together – and now I'm going to ask you again to take some time and decide whether or not you want to, because this time it'll be permanent. I won't release you, even if your brother forbids us to see each other again. I'll leave the club so that we can be together."
That had her rearing up – not because of the unrelenting sting of the leather which already had her doing as much in the way of calisthenics as she could as she danced to its horrible tune, but because she'd never heard him once – ever – in all of the time she'd known him, suggest that he would leave the Alpha-Omegas. The club was his life, and she wasn't at all sure that he could function without it.
But just the idea that he would even consider that told her just how serious he was about her, without him even ever having said he loved her.
This was almost – in a strange way – more than love. He was willing to give up everything he was, everything he had ever been, for her.
What was it that every thought she had, needed time to make a decision, all of a sudden? She was perfectly capable of knowing what she wanted on the spur of the moment, and she damned well wanted him!
Although not, necessarily at this particular moment, although it came out that way anyway.
"I don't – yeow – have to take any – oohh ! Oww ! – time. I want – Jeebus ! – to! I want to!"
He was doing his best not to laugh at the idea that she was agreeing – during a thrashing – to even more of the same, but he wasn't doing a very good job of it. But he didn't let his unexpected mirth deter him from what he had set out to do. He covered every inch of what had been the pristine, ivory skin that he adored with angry red lines and welts, some of which inevitably overlapped, leaving livid red crosses that he knew would remind her for days afterwards to be more obedient.
And, since he intended to move her lock stock and barrel into his house as soon as possible, he would be able to follow the progression of her healing – much like she had him, only for very different reasons – rather than just hearing about it from her whenever she sat down to dinner with him.
"Still," he said, "I will ask you again when we've been together for a
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