Accidental Surrogate

#Chapter 220 – Ella and Sinclair

Ella

“Please, please, please?” I beg, resting my forehead on my forearms.

“Hmm,” Sinclair rumbles thoughtfully, swatting my raised bottom with one powerful hand, while the other skillfully moves between my legs. He’s been at this for more than half an hour, though at first it was only a punishment. He bent me over the mattress and started peppering my behind with soft spanks as he lectured me about honesty, health and safety. Then my legs gave out, and he moved me onto my hands and knees in the nest. That was around the time he started tormenting my poor, neglected sex – no doubt unable to resist the arousal pooled there as the result of his chastisement.

Sinclair leans down to kiss me between my shoulder blades. “I don’t know, as naughty as you’ve been, I don’t think you deserve to come yet.” He decides devilishly, but he sinks two thick fingers inside my clenching sheath, using his thumb to circle my clit as he curves the long digits into my g-spot.

“Dominic, I can’t hold out any longer.” I whimper, trying to wiggle away from him and only earning myself a few especially hard smacks. The pain blooms over my heated skin with delicious effect, sending currents of electricity straight to my already overwhelmed erogenous zones. The sting is a perfect compliment to the pleasure my mate inflicts, and his utter dominance has reduced my wolf to a puddle of goo.

“Don’t even think about coming before I give you permission, little wolf.” He warns, a dark edge in his deep voice. “You’ve been running wild without me here, and that ends tonight.”

I bite down on my lower lip, whining pitifully as I try to keep myself from teetering over the edge despite his expert handling. It’s no use, the heady combination of pleasure and pain is too much for me to bear. My mate’s fingers are thrusting into my tight channel, stretching me – preparing me to accommodate his huge cock. The anticipation only excites me more, and when he feels me begin to spasm, he pulls his hand free and swats my swollen clit. I moan helplessly as I lose control, not understanding the sensations ravaging my body.

Sinclair returns to stroking me as I ride the shuddering bliss, his hands not gentling, but driving me even higher. He doesn’t let me come down, instead forcing me to a second terrifying peak right after the first. I don’t recognize the keening cry which leaves my lips, and when I recover the ability to hear and think again, my mate’s husky voice is full of triumph.

“Oh you bad girl.” He scolds, not sounding the least bit disappointed. Sinclair returns to spanking me, his fingers coated with my wetness and enhancing the burn. ‘You have a lot of nerve, trouble. What do you have to say for yourself?”

‘Your… fault.” I gasp, tears burning in my eyes from the pure intensity of the experience. ‘You made me.”

eyes glowing. He flashes his fangs in a lethal grin, and I know I’m right

back and forth as he nips and licks my thighs, knowing it’s no use arguing when he’s let his inner animal take over. “Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs, chuckling when I flush an even deeper

ask in a small voice, unsure of whether I want him to take mercy on me, or continue with his sensual torment. My insatiable wolf is still urging me to ask for more – to provoke him if

price of her demands. I can feel Sinclair delving into our bond, and I know he can sense

hand, his hungry gaze boring into me so intensely I want to look away. “I won’t give you more than you can take Ella, but we can always pause if you’re overwhelmed.” He reminds me. ‘You’re safe, and I love you, just keep the bond

lips, and I get lost in the feeling of our lips dancing, our breath mingling. I’m drunk on the taste of him,

object, wanting to pause, but not for the reason Sinclair thinks. He looks up from his lazy exploration of my breasts, giving me his full attention. “I really am sorry for everything that happened while you were away.” I

my sides as he sucks one of my beaded nipples into his mouth. This is just for fun now.

many disagreements in our future, and I’m sure there will be times that Sinclair is in the wrong and I the right.

and we can move forward together on even

for who? My wolf sasses, apparently ready to run rampant with her freshly clean conscience. As far as I can tell, you’re the one having

“That reminds me,” He proclaims, in a tone that makes me suddenly wary. “I took quite the journey through your dreams to find you

such a feat, but also uncertain about why he’s telling me

He nods, looking more and more predatory with every moment that

me blush, it’s nothing compared to

you should guess. Start with the one which excites you most – since you’re

sex dreams he didn’t actually witness. I narrow my eyes.

He interrupts, frowning. “What is there to be embarrassed about?