My Lord Alpha

The Confrontation II

Gasps of relief echoed around as everyone resumed their previous activities.

Coming to his room, he pushed open the door and walked in.

Strolling to the bed, he released her from his shoulder and dumped her on the bed.

Before she could sit up, he was above her pushing her back to the bed. Holding her two hands above her head, in one wrist, he extended one claw on his forefinger and sliced open both the cardigan and the nightgown she was wearing, from the top to somewhere around her belly.

Her rosy pink plum breasts were bare to him, Wayne was looking at them closely for the first time. She had them pierced with silver studs and they beckoned on him to tongue them between his teeth.

"Let me go," Candice writhed underneath him.

"Ah ah, not so fast," he used his free hand to tuck one strand of blond curl behind her ear "I have not even started your punishment yet".

"You can punish me in other ways," she said trying to wriggle away.

"I can but, it's my punishment. Is it not? I decide how I want you punished," he rasped huskily as he trailed a line behind her ear with his wet tongue.

She shivered in response, her body going limp in his arms. A smile tugged on his lips, he was so upset and disappointed that first night that he had not taken his time with her, to explore her body and master her responses. Teasing her body this time was exciting him as well as easing his anger.

He continued his trail, licking her neck and then proceeding downward to take one beaded n****e in his mouth. He tongued the tip, she squirmed, when he pulled it into his mouth and sucked. Her back arched with a sharp gasp. Wayne could feel his c**k harden in response to her sigh of pleasure.

He released the other n****e and tongued the second one. This time around she arched with a loud scream. He felt goosebumps appear on his skin, and a wave of sensation washed over him. Which was a shock to him, he hadn't expected to derive pleasure from this act. He intended solely to punish her and put her in her place.

He began trailing hot kisses around her neck and chest, nibbling, licking, tonguing. She was beginning to work up a frenzy, her head tossing from one corner to another. Her legs circled around him as she tried to grid her core against him in the throes of her passion.

"I'm close..." she whispered to him; her voice gone soft with passion.

Still holding her hands above, Wayne slowly used his other hand to secure both of her wrists to the bed -stand with a shackle. Then he rose from on top of her.

"No don't stop…" She tried to hold him down with her hips, but she was no match for his strength.

Wayne smiled down at her feeling satisfied when comprehension began to dawn on her, the passion subsiding. Focus returned to her dreamy eyes.

"You did not just-" she shook her hands "You did not just tie me to the bed."

"I did so exactly," he answered her.

"But why? I thought we were having a good time," she scowled at him.

"This is what you get for challenging me in my own home, in front of my men. Consider yourself lucky to get away with something as little as this. A lot of people do not live long enough to tell the tale," He chided her.

"So, would you have just killed her then, had I not stopped you? How can you call yourself a leader if your people's lives mean nothing to you?" she retorted.

"Their lives mean everything to me. That's why I do anything within my powers to protect the throne and the realm from those who want to cause chaos and mayhem," he responded.

"I saw you behead a man as easily as taking candy from a baby. Now you would have beheaded a loyal servant because of one silly mistake," she countered.

"I needed to send out a strong message. Little mistakes have caused irreparable damage. No leader can govern effectively if he is weak. If I don't address problems with a strong response. I may have to re-visit that same problem with more casualties in the near future," he explained. So, what would it be? An immediate but lethal response with one casualty or a present tolerance with latter consequences and more casualties?"

Candice bit her lower lip and thought for a while, "There should be a jury. Every crime should come before a group of judges. Let there be a fair hearing and a unanimous punishment. You should not be the legislative, the judiciary, and the executioner all in one," she said.

"Those are human laws; we are not governed by those," he shrugged.

"Those laws make for a progressive society where there is equity and justice," She retorted.

Wayne walked to his closet and casually wore a black turtle-neck sweater; he threw a black trench coat over it. Walking over to the bed, he tossed a blanket across her exposed body. Then he strolled to the corner and picked up the severed hand.

Candice watched him intently. "Where are you going with that?"

He tucked the arm under his armpit. "As I said earlier, someone needs to pay for what happened tonight."

Wayne said as his eyes flickered with an icy shade of blue.