“I want you to take your nightshirt off for me.”
“What? I’m not wearing anything else.”
He sat down, resting his arms wide.
Glancing down at his lap she saw the ridge of his c**k pressing against his trousers. Fucking hell, he was huge! The outline made her swallow past the lump in her throat.
“Get na**d and I’ll be happy to lighten your punishment.”
“I’ll be naked.”
“That’s the point. You’ll be naked, and I’ll finally get to see what I paid for.”
His words thrilled her.
“This is far worse,” she said, folding her arms over her chest.
“Is it? We’re wolves, Clara. It’s worse being confined in these f**king clothes than it is being naked.” He pinched at the clothing, the disgust visible on his face.
“If you hate clothes so much why don’t you take them off?” she asked.
“I would, but I figured if you came down to breakfast to see me na**d you’d run at the first opportunity. I love a good run any other time. Breakfast and a run don’t work for me at all.”
He was right. If she’d seen him na**d then she would have been nervous. Her family was happy being na**d around each other, but she’d been banned from being naked. She was ordered to be covered at all times.
Clothes had become another layer of protection to her. She stood out in the pack as she was the only one wearing clothes during a meeting.
“Why do you want to see me naked?” she asked.
Nick stood, startling her at the speed with which he moved. Tensing, she watched him tear his shirt off then push his trousers off. He sat down, gripping his length and letting out a sigh. “Now, that’s much better. It’s natural for us to be like this, Clara. No more hiding, and embrace who you are.”
He fisted his shaft looking at his arousal and then at her. “This, this is for you. This is what you do to me.”
Fingering the shirt, Clara felt the need to claw out of the clothing. The first time she’d been ordered to wear clothes her whole skin had itched. Most of the women after they came of age, stayed naked. She had been forced to wear clothing.
Break free.
Could she really break free of all she’d known?
Chapter Five
The raw emotions playing across her face were tearing Nick apart. He wished he’d killed her parents the night before instead of letting them live. Their life was going to be too nice to them. They had used their daughter to see to that.
Fisting his cock, he settled all of his attention onto Clara. She needed him right now, not her parents. They had hurt her in ways he didn’t understand. Nick knew he’d treat her like a queen.
He wouldn’t tell her to stop. Nick wanted to see her naked, and he intended to. Not only did he want to see her naked, he also wanted her to be more relaxed around the house. He was used to wearing clothes and didn’t need to be naked. From the information he’d gotten, Clara hadn’t gotten the same satisfaction of running wild and na**d during her turning. Her parents really deserved to suffer for what they had done to her.
Watching her gave him immense pleasure alone.
“Can’t I go back and have a hard punishment?”
“No.” No backing down. It would be so easy for him to give into her and leave her punishment be. “Being na**d is not a hardship.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“I can wait all day. We’ve got guests coming,” he said, reminding her.
She growled at him, stamping her foot.
“Cute,” he said, smiling.
“Fine, let’s get this over with.” She lifted the shirt off her body, revealing her creamy flesh to his gaze. Her h*ps were wide, her stomach nicely rounded. Up his gaze went to stare at her full tits. They were perfect with large rounded red ni**les. Her hands rested on her hips. “Well, what do you want me to do now?”
“Sit on the coffee table,” he said.
He had to control himself so he didn’t pull her onto his lap and pound inside her tight pu**y.
She glanced behind her then lowered her ass to the wooden coffee table. He always knew it would come in handy when he bought it.
“Lean back on your hands.”
Going to his knees before her, he gripped her knees, opening her thighs. Her arousal surrounded the room. The fragrance was heady, intoxicating, and sent the need to f**k coursing through him. She’d been left alone for far too long. Her mating need would be right around the corner, and he’d be the one to claim her.
Clara fought him to keep her thighs closed. He held her steady, refusing to let her close up on him.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“You’re going to trust me to give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine.”
She was panting for breath.
Her body remained tense even as he opened her thighs and drew her to the edge of the wooden coffee table.
Keeping his gaze on her he glided his hands up her thighs feeling the muscles quiver beneath his touch.
“Nick,” she said, biting her lip.
“Don’t worry about a thing, baby. I’m here, and I’m not going to do anything to hurt you.”
She nodded but didn’t change at all as he held her. Gazing down her body he settled his attention on the flush lips of her pu**y. The dusting of red hair turned him on. Moving his fingers up he slid the lips of her sex wide open to reveal the nub of her clit.
His mouth watered as the smell of her cum drove him closer.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to taste you. When I’m done you’re going to feel the sting of pleasure.”
His c**k was going to cause him more pain than he’d ever cause her. Leaning closer, he focused on her slit. Sliding his tongue across her clit, he moaned at the first explosion of taste from her. She was musky and sweet at the same time. Keeping her lips open, he slid down to tongue her entrance. Her virgin barrier prevented him from going further inside. He was tempted to dispense of her innocence with his fingers rather than wait to bury inside her with his cock.
The thought of claiming her and pumping his cum into her womb stopped him from getting rid of that pesky barrier.
Gliding up, he circled her clit. She collapsed back. The coffee table was big enough for her to lie back completely. Clara was a lot smaller than he realized. She’d take his cock, and he couldn’t wait.
He gripped his cock, fisting the length to try to relieve the pleasure.
Nothing would stop other than a release. Tonguing her clit, he glanced up to see her tits shaking with her arousal.