Chapter 190: Ambrose Punishes Odette
"I planned an outing for us, but instead I think we’ll stay home so I can punish you for your insolence." Ambrose grinned.
And then he smelled it. Clear as day.
Arousal. A part of her wanted it. And that was enough. The shopping can wait; he was going to teach his little princess a lesson.
He used his ability to speed over and pick Odette up, bringing her to the bed.
Roughly shoving her face into the mattress.
Ambrose slapped her across her ass. Odette let out a cry and then a whimper. Her fingers curled into the bed.
"You are such a bad little princess, you need to learn how to behave." Ambrose growled, smacking her ass again.
Odette jerked forward and arched her back. The scent of her arousal was strengthening.
He smacked her ass one more time, she bit down hard grunting, fighting back a moan that was daring to escape her lips.
He tried to pull down her pants, but she was fighting him, trying to turn over and face him. But he wouldn’t let her. He shoved her shoulder down holding her in place, using his other hand to continue pulling her pants down. Her panties were cute lacy and black. She thrashed under my grip, but he was stronger.
Odette’s ass red with from his handprint.
Mine. Mark her. Make her ours. Onyx growled in his mind.
The thought slammed in his head. And in the heat of the moment, he didn’t hate the idea.
Ambrose pushed his knee between her legs, forcing her to spread them a little.
He rubbed on the outside of her panties gently. Teasing her bundle of nervous.
He was undoing her. And Odette was desperate to get away, and desperate to take more. Her body betrayed her. Feelings that shouldn’t be were surfacing.
She moaned softly; she was trying so hard not to like it. But the smell of her arousal wrapped around him like a blanket of euphoria.
He was hardening in his pants, his cock threatening to bust out.
Just the tip Ambrose, please, I’m desperate here.
You are incorrigible. No, I want her to beg for it. Plead for my cock to fill her.
His wolf must have agreed and just didn’t want to admit it so instead he just shut the fuck up instead.
Ambrose rubbed his finger in a circular pattern around her nub, her body twitching. Hearing the moans that she tried to silence.
"I can smell how bad you want me." He growled. Teasing her.
"Fuck off." Odette growled back. Embarrassed by her own body’s treason.
"I won’t fuck you yet, I’ll have you begging for relief, princess, just you wait." Ambrose’s smile was menacing and devious.
She shuddered under his touch. Her entire body trembling. Her knees buckling. Ambrose slid her panties to the side and slip his fingers between her folds, feeling the wetness of her drench his finger.
"You’re so fucking wet. Your body is practically begging for me. When will you listen to your body?"
"I don’t know what you’re ta..." Before she could finish her sentence, Ambrose plugges her entrance with his finger sliding it in. Her whole-body clench as she yelped.
"I remember you once told me that you’ve never been touched there. Well, princess, now you have and I’m your first. I will be your first for everything else in your life from now on." He wiggled his finger inside toying with her Gspot. She was shaking. Her walls began to flex and throb around my finger; her climax was building. And here comes the real torture.
Just as she was about to tip over the edge, Ambrose pulled his finger out leaving her quivering and wanting more.
He was determined to make her beg; he would make her his in every sense of the word.
And she was determined to do the opposite, defy him at every turn and every opportunity
Odette laid still and breathless leaned over my bed. Ass still red from the spankings.
"Come on, I still have the day planned for us. I’m taking you on a trip to the borders, I have some business to attend to and I refuse to leave you behind." Ambrose acted as though nothing had just happened. But inside he was in turmoil.
He could see the frustration plastered on her face. Wearing her cold expression to hide her disappointment like a a face mask.
"It seems, spankings aren’t enough to punish you, but to break you I only need to control when you cum." He bragged furthering her humiliation.
She narrowed her brows glaring at him with murderous eyes.
He didn’t know why, but idea of her and a knife to his throat ready to kill, really turned him on. He could feel himself buddy hardening again.
"You are the most confusing person I’ve ever met, you know." She snapped at him pulling up her pants. Her face still flushed with arousal and embarrassment.
"Just be a good girl and change your clothes, something more befitting for an outing." He ordered.
Odette rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.
They pulled in and parked in a private garage. He was at door opening it before she could finish unclipping her seatbelt.
The city was bright and robust. It looked a live with lights and people moving around. The homes were all big and beautiful. The streets were smooth. They go through another gate to find what must be the shopping district. Shops lined up on the side of the street with big signs. People walked at all different speeds, moving around with unfinished business and loaded with bags. People walked in all kinds of different styles. The city was polished but not polished but it real.
"Let me show you the beauty of the wolf shifters capital. There are other shifters here, not just wolves. We host feline shifters as well as some bird shifters." He stated proudly "I’ve worked to make this place a safe place for people with many different backgrounds. It’s not perfect by any means, and just like other cities we have our own crime and poverty problems. But out of all the packs, this city offers the most to its citizens."
Odette looked around the street in awe. She couldn’t tell the difference from one species of shifter to the other. But she guessed that was the beauty of it, the different breeds of the same species blended and mixed well enough together.
His world was diverse and interesting. She walked around wide eyed, gaping at all the business and kiosk stands.
The sweet aroma of salty snacks and savory meat filled the street. People talked in different languages and argued with their hands.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
But when they noticed their Alpha King walking next to someone who looked and smelled different from them. They gawked and whispered things as they walked by. Odette wanted to shrink under their heavy glares. But she refused to back down, readjusting she stood tall with confidence walking like the royal she was.
They would not intimidate her.
That’s when she felt it.
She felt him slowly slide his hand to the lower part of her back, gently guiding her. He was asserting some kind of possessive claim over her in front of everyone. Almost as if he was daring them to say something.