The next morning I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. I loved the smell, but I sank further into the comforter, seeking Damien's warmth. I frowned when I reached my hand out and came with nothing.
"Hanna," he drawled out from somewhere. I groaned. It was too early to get up. "C'mon, I thought we could sun bathe before we make it to the island. I slowly, lazily opened my eyes. Damien stood at the foot of the bed in a pair of shorts, looking freshly showered. He held a cup of coffee in one hand and his phone in another. I groggily say up, aware that I probably looked like crap. I was of no doubt that my hair looked like a dead crow's retarded nest.
"You look beautiful," he smiled. He genuinely seemed to think so, so I didn't say anything contradictory. I smiled at him, reaching for the coffee. He shook his head and smirked. "You’re forgetting something."
I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing exactly what he wanted. I was all prepared to say no, but I caught the dare in his eyes and I got on my knees on the bed and reached up, and pressed my lips to his.
I was going for a small peck but when Damien deepened the kiss, I wasn't complaining. The cup fell to the floor as he pulled me against him, but neither of us bothered. He moved and the next minute I was laying on the bed, with him kissing me like his life depended on it. I returned his kiss with the same fervor, my hands working at his shorts. I pulled them down and stroked his massive length. He growled into my mouth and I liked it. I liked these rare moments when I had more control over him.
"Morning," he whispered into my ears as I worked on stroking him. I was surprised how at he was maintaining control. I pumped harder, trying to get a reaction from him. I did, just not the one I expected. He growled and moved away, so I was on top of him. My hand still clutched him. He made his intention clear when he placed my pelvis against his.
I moved my hand and held onto his chest as he lowered my wanting pussy on his awaiting cock. I moaned as he completely filled me up. He moved me up and down at a slow pace and I groaned. I needed him to be fast. Unforgiving. Like how he was in that strange room.
I took control, using my hands to move up and down at a fast rate. I was stronger now that we had completed the mating. I moved fast and he groaned.
"Hanna," a strangled cry left his lips.
I could feel myself building, reaching the peak, but I needed the roughness. I craved the roughness.
"Please..." I groaned, when he showed no signs of increasing his pace. He knew what I was talking about, recognition passed through his eyes. He just continued to thrust into me at a slow pace. "Damien!" I yelled. "Fast, rough... Please..."
He paused. "Rough?"
I nodded, trying my best to do so through the haze. Suddenly I was under him and he was thrusting into me at a harder pace, each time hitting a deep spot within me that I didn't know existed. I moaned and wrapped my legs around him, meeting him for each thrust.
I could feel myself building again. "Fuck!" I yelled as I came and he stilled. He froze. I froze. Shit. Shit. Shit!
"I can hear your mind too," Damien pointed out and I could feel my eyes widening.
"Damien..." I drawled out, in a soft and seductive voice, but he was having none of it.
"I made three rules, Hanna. Now you are going to be punished."
I stared at him in surprise. Would he really punish me on our honeymoon? I didn't have to ask him that question. The answer was clear in his eyes. His eyes were dark with anger. But when I looked away I caught something on his face. Something like realization and fear. I resisted frowning. Suddenly he was sitting and he pulled me onto his waist. I gasped. His hands held my waist tightly, so that I wasn't exactly straddling him, but sitting across his lap. I wriggled but when he shot me a look, I stopped.
"I want you to be honest with me," he said and I nodded. "Do you like the kinky stuff? The playroom?"
I stared at him in surprise. How did he expect me to answer that? Was it a trick question?
"Do you?" I whispered even though I knew the answer.
He frowned. "You know that I do. But I want to know if you like it."
"If I say no?" I asked watching him closely. This wasn't the type of conversation I was expecting us to have on our honeymoon. His face fell, but he quickly covered it up.
"I respect your wishes Hanna," he said. "No more playroom or punishments or rules."
I nodded. I knew I was putting his hopes down, but I wanted to surprise him. I realized, as I stared at him, this was who he was. This was what made him so amazing. The ability to dominate and let me take the last call. He didn't abuse his power.
Just as I was about to tell him that I not only liked the 'kinky stuff' but I absolutely loved it, a dark thought crossed my mind. What if he found someone else to satisfy his needs? What if I wasn't enough for him? Any girl would happily submit to him. I knew that he was my mate and I shouldn't doubt him, but I couldn't help it.
"Hanna." Damien frowned, then glared at me. I was on the bed the next second and he was on top of me. "I will not look for anyone else Hanna," he growled, "If you say no, that doesn't mean I will hook up with the next girl."
I saw the truth in his eyes, but I still looked away. I was insecure, so sue me! He was Alpha, there would always be women who would want him.
His groan made me look at him. I raised an eyebrow. He got off me and I looked at him, stunned. He pulled on a pair of shorts and just as he was about to leave the room, I read his thoughts. He wanted to punish me for thinking that way. And hell, I wanted to be punished.
"Damien!" I called out. He turned around.
"Not now Hanna," he said in a dead serious voice. "Not when I'm so mad that all I can think of is punishing you."
I mustered up the most innocent look I could and got off the bed. I walked to him and then got on my toes and whispered, "Punish me then, Alpha."
He froze. He pulled me back and when he saw submission in my eyes he immediately switched to dominant mode.
"On the bed, on your knees." he ordered and for once in my life I did as asked.
I was on my knees on the bed, waiting for him. "You will call me Alpha. And no cumming without permission."
I nodded. His hand came down on my breast. I whimpered. "Yes Alpha."
"Good girl," he said and I smiled. He walked into the walk-in closet and I could hear some jingles. He came back with a pair of handcuffs and two of my scarfs. I frowned. What was he going to do?
"Safe word Hanna?" he asked.
"Bunny," I whispered and he stilled, looking at me with surprise. "Please, I like it better when you call me that."
He smirked, "Your wish is my command Mrs. Black."
I smiled at him. He pulled my chin up and kissed me, too brief for my liking. "Safe word?"
"Chocolate," I whispered.
He tied one scarf on the bedside table and then pulled me so that the lower part of my body was hanging off the bed. The only part of my body which touched the bed was my upper back.
"Sit up."
I did as he asked. He went behind me and pulled my arms back. He cuffed my elbows, so that my breasts poked out. He then secured my upper arms, just above the cuffs with the scarf and tied the scarf to the post.
I was hot already. The anticipation of what he was going to do was making me wet. He walked away again, and I almost groaned. He came back with a belt in his hand and the thought of him using that belt on me turned me on. I knew it was sadistic, but that's just how some people are. Some people crave the momentary pain, the pleasure, the love. It was a form of showing trust. More trust than ever. I completely trusted Damien to take care of me. He wouldn't really hurt me, not on purpose at least.
"Now Bunny," he said in an icy tone, "I want you tell me exactly why you thought that I was going to seek someone else."
"Uh..." I stammered. I knew he would ask this. It was inevitable. The belt cracked against my nipples and I cried out.
"I was only teasing you," I stammered, "B-But you took it seriously."
"And?" he prodded. He was glowering. I could see that I was really testing his patience. "I want you to tell me what exactly it that you thought was."
"I thought that--" I paused. The belt cracked against my other nipple and I squealed. "I thought that you would go to someone else, that I wouldn't be enough for you." Before he could say anything else, I continued. "Because you're Alpha, and I'm...me. There's nothing remotely special about me --"
The belt hit my sensitive pussy and I moaned.
"You are my mate," he growled, accentuating each word. "Five smacks for each misdemeanor. Let's count, shall we?"
I knew that it was a rhetorical question. "First, for doubting me. Second, for even thinking of something like that. Thirdly, for degrading yourself. I want you to count and every time you miss, we start again."
He looked at me expectantly. "Yes Alpha," I murmured.
The first hit landed straight on my pussy. I moaned as I counted, "One!"
The next one just above my slit. I moaned each count. It continued like that, each hit accentuating the feeling. And because I was tied in such a way that left my pussy completely open, it felt...overwhelming.
"Fifteen!" I cried at the last smack. Damien dropped the belt and rammed his hard, huge cock into me. The impact made me ram back into the bed and the lower part of my body jerked off the floor.
"You. Will. Never. Ever. Doubt. Me." he growled as he thrust into me like an animal. I moaned. His hands found my nipples and he pulled on them and twisted them. He showed no mercy as he rammed into me. I was close to cumming, and he knew it. I tightened my hold on his cock and he groaned.
"Please..." I moaned. "Can I-- c--cum?"
He looked into my eyes as he spoke, "Cum."
I felt as if running towards a cliff. That one brought me to the edge and the next thing I knew, I was flying. I moaned out his name as I came and he bit my neck again. I came again as he did that and he came with me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as he pulled out of me. He didn't say anything, but took off all the bindings and laid me on the bed.
He put on his shorts and I looked at him in confusion. "I'm still fucking mad at you." he said before he walked out and slammed the door behind him.
I stared at the shut door. Oh god! I would have to find a way to make it up to him.
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