005 Bad Behaviour

Gwyneth

I woke up feeling a bit sore. I was not in my room. Instead, I was lying on a big luxurious king-size bed. The room was big and exquisite. I wondered where I was. I gently sat up and looked around the room. I saw Alpha Marcus sitting on a chair, his elbows resting on his lap and his chin on his palm, staring at me. There was no emotion in my eyes.

"Where am I?" I asked angrily, and he sat up.

"You defied me, wolf," he began, but I couldn't care less. He could go to hell for all I care. I was already living in my hell. "You were to remain indoors, and yet you ran out and tried to get yourself killed," he said to me, and I was angry.

"I didn't try to kill myself. Don't flatter yourself. I went for a swim, then I decided to stroll, and this rogue came at me from nowhere. I am lucky to be alive. You should have warned me that you had a rogue problem." I shot at him, and his expression changed from straight to anger.

"You are badly behaved and uncultured," he said, and I smiled at him.

"Well, I didn't ask to be saddled to a meanie like you," I said, and he got angrier and came towards me. I moved away a bit because his presence was imposing.

He came close to me, and my treacherous heart began to beat fast. He touched my cheek and used his finger to trace my skin down my neck, down through the centre of my chest, to my navel. I felt my pussy clench and the wetness between my legs. He held my gaze, and his eyes were piercing into my soul. My wolf was cowering, but I tried to be brazen. My mouth was dry instantly, and I became nervous. I held his gaze all the while, and he did not blink. Not even once.

"You are too damn stubborn for your own good," he said with a calm and stern voice. "I warned you, and now I have to punish you," he said, staring into my eyes. I smiled scornfully at him, and he got pissed off.

"A little girl like you will never know the pleasures of life. Someone so childish and small-minded as you cannot even begin to comprehend it," he said. I felt his finger on my panties where my clit was. He rubbed lightly, and my treacherous body gave in. Stupid raging hormones. This asshole wasn't playing fair. He held my gaze and rubbed lightly, and my lips parted. I tried hard not to moan, but it was too much. This man was skilled, and he had brought his A-game. My pant was soaked with my wetness, and my body slowly began to shake. The pressure was building up, and I knew I was cuming. Suddenly he withdrew his fingers and went back to sit down.

I felt severe disappointment. I was in disbelief of what had just transpired between Alpha and me. As pleasurable as this may sound, it was indeed a punishment because my core began to ache right then, and my body shook severely for release. But I tried to keep it together and not let it show.

I watched him observe me for a while, but I refused to speak. I was at war with my body, and the asshole knew it.

"At the end of the day, you are all the same. You will obey me, Gwyneth Mackenzie. I will break you." He said with a promise in his tone. I needed release, so I braced up.

"May I return to my room, Alpha?' I said in the most annoying tone that I could manage.

"I see how quickly you want to ease your need for me alone in that room of yours," he said with a smirk on his face.

"You wish. Firstly, my fingers would do a far better job than your clumsy fingers. Secondly, I wouldn't cum with your image in my head. You are simply not my type and too damn old. Sorry to burst your bubble Alpha, but you just don't cut it for me. Now may I leave?" I said to him, and I saw the rage in his eyes.

"Are you going to punish me again or let me leave? Please save me the torture of touching me indiscriminately. I find your fingers completely repulsive." I said, and he stood up angrily and advanced towards me.

"You've done it this time, Gwen. Alpha won't let us off easily," Leah complained, and the looks in Alpha Marcus' eyes made me realise that she was right. He lifted me from the bed, placed me on his shoulder, and carried me out of the room. I struggled a bit and then relaxed. People passed by, and they had surprised looks on their faces.

He took me to my room and tossed me on the bed.

He climbed onto the bed and tore open the shirt I had on, which I believe was his because I must have been carried to his room naked. He began to flick my nipples with his fingers until they were rock hard. Then he travelled down my body with one hand and began to rub my clit through the fabric of my pant. He held my gaze. I knew I was going to lose this battle.

I didn't know when I began to moan. I tried to stop myself, but the dam was open. My core clenched and ached. He teased my nipples so well, and there was lust in his eyes, too, but unlike me, he was in control. No one had ever touched me like this before. Not like I had ever been touched before. The feeling was better than my imagination. He built up the pressure and then crashed it. He continued until I could take no more and became frustrated.

When he was done torturing me and never letting me release, he pulled away. I was dumbfounded. My wolf wanted to jump at him and make him take us. But I controlled myself.

"I believe I have given you something to work with in fantasy land," he said and headed towards the door. I wanted to grab him and force him to finish what he had started, but I knew he would not respond. He had unknowingly given me a reason to defy him some more. I was going to be a stubborn and very, very naughty wolf.