His to Protect: Book 1 in the Bound to Him Series by Sandra Antoni (the reading list TXT) 📗

cried out against the pillow. He continued stroking me, leading me towards my climax that was quickly building inside. But just before I fell apart, he removed his hand.

“Zeke, no!” I cried out. His palm came down on my ass with an intensity that brought tears to my eyes. Then I felt his breath on my ear again as he leaned over me.

“I said no talking, Chelsea,” he whispered, and I quickly nodded again.

“As alpha, I am responsible for my pack,” he continued softly. “They rely on me to keep them safe, and I take that job seriously. But you are my mate. You are the only one who comes before the pack, Chelsea. If I can’t protect you, then I don’t deserve to be their alpha,” he continued. I squeezed my eyes shut.

I knew that I still had a lot to learn about being a shifter, but I realized what he was saying. For the first time since I had come up with my plan, I felt remorse. My actions had jeopardized his position in the pack, and I had not even considered that.

“You have to be punished, Chelsea. That is my job too. As alpha, it is my job to punish members of the pack who jeopardize our safety. You jeopardized your own safety, and you scared me, Chelsea,” he said gently. His voice was now tender, and I couldn’t hear any of the anger that had been there before.

“I can’t just let that go. It is my job as alpha to keep you safe, but also as your mate. If something were to happen to you, it would kill me. It is not your place to keep you safe. That is my responsibility,” he continued. I nodded to let him know that I understood.

His hands went to my ass and he massaged my cheeks in his palms. Then he brought down his hand on the right side and then the left. I won’t deny it. It stung. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and he brought his hands down again and again, one side and then the other.

He stopped after five smacks to each cheek, and then he massaged my ass in his palms, gently rubbing the stinging skin. It was only a few moments later that he started again with another five smacks to each side. I took this punishment. I deserved it. It was not like any punishment that I had ever received before, and shockingly, I realized that my pussy was soaked.

Whatever this was, it was turning me on, and I was not sure whether to be mortified at that thought or not. By the time Zeke finished, I was sobbing into the pillow. When I felt him stretch out over me, I felt his breath on my ear once again.

“Chelsea, tell me that you will never do anything like that again,” he whispered in my ear.

“I promise,” I said hoarsely through the sobs, and I meant it. I had not even realized that he had taken his clothes off until I felt his cock at my entrance.

When he slowly pushed into me, I gasped into the pillow. His hands smoothed over my waist and back, touching me and igniting me on fire. I needed him, and I needed this. His hands moved up my arms and he released my wrists from the restraints, but his hands stayed on my wrists, holding them over my head.

“Do you want to come, Chelsea?” he asked on a whisper.

“Please,” I begged of him. Then he began moving inside me, his body pinning me to the bed and my legs still spread open wide and bound.

I wasn’t sure if it was because I was completely at his mercy, or from the spanking I had just received, but it did not take long for my orgasm to build up. Crying out against the pillow, Zeke pumped into me, drawing out my pleasure even longer as my body shuddered beneath him.

When he leaned back and pulled his cock out of me, I gasped at the loss. But when I felt his head against my back entrance, I relaxed against the bed and let him in. He pushed past that tight ring, and I gripped the pillow on either side of my head. He pushed in slowly, pulling back a little before sliding in more.

The pressure was intense, so much more than just his finger had been the last time. He held my ass cheeks open wide as he slid further in. My mind was completely blank. I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t speak. All I could do was take everything that he was giving me, and that was his cock in my ass.

When I finally felt his hips against my ass and he filled me completely, he stilled. Then he leaned forward and lifted me onto my elbows. It was an uncomfortable position with my legs still spread wide and his cock buried in my ass, but when his hands grabbed my breasts, I forgot everything except what he was making my body feel.

When he pulled back and thrust into me, I cried out. At the same time, his fingers pinched down on my nipples. It was a combination of both pain and pleasure that had me reaching new heights of ecstasy. With every thrust of his cock inside me, he pinched my nipples.

I struggled against the restraints on my legs, but they were firmly bound. Tears poured down my face as he continued thrusting into me. They weren’t tears of pain, but tears of release. It was a release of all the years of pent up frustration of not knowing who I was or where I belonged. Zeke was letting me know exactly where I belonged.

These tears were my release from being alone. I was no longer alone, and I no longer had to look out for myself. This is what Zeke was showing me. He was here for me, and my body was responding to him in the