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.”

back, and my mate is hovering over me, his eyes glowing. He flashes his fangs in a lethal grin, and I know I’m right – he

murmurs, chuckling when I flush an even deeper shade of crimson. He hovers his lips just over my clit and blows cool air over the still -pulsing nub, and I hiss at the slight sensation. “Are you sore already, mate? I’m just

on me, or continue with his sensual torment. My

delving into our bond, and I know he can sense this truth. I instinctively realize he

up my body to kiss me. It’s a rather chaste kiss, given the things he’s been doing to me, but when he pulls back he cups my cheek in his hand, his hungry gaze boring into me so intensely I want to look away. “I won’t give you more than you can

our lips dancing, our breath mingling. I’m drunk on the taste of him, already wondering

me his full attention. “I really am sorry for everything that happened while you

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

disagreements in our future, and I’m sure there will be times that Sinclair is in the wrong and I the right. But that wasn’t the case this time, and it is incredibly

paid my penance and we can move forward together on even

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

He proclaims, in a tone that makes

ask, curious about he accomplished such a feat, but also uncertain about why he’s

every moment that passes. “Including a very heated fantasy you haven’t shared with

his dirty talk made me blush, it’s nothing compared to the sudden

his head with interest, as if he hadn’t realized there were multiple. “I think you should guess. Start with the one which excites you

gives me pause, and I realize he’s fishing – trying to make me reveal sex dreams he didn’t actually witness. I narrow my eyes. “Oh no you don’t, Dominic.” I counter, “I’m

frowning. “What is there to be embarrassed about? We all have