His Submissive Mate

Punishment room

Aaron's POV

I dragged Rhea by her hair and she crawled fast on the floor to match my aggressive gaits. For deceiving me, she'd undergo a deserving punishment from me for a straight period of two weeks.

Beyond the black curtain in my room, there was a door which led to another room where everything was in red and black - THE PUNISHMENT ROOM.

I took any woman I wanted to have pleasure with or penalize to the punishment room. In a world where women would do anything to become the responsibility of a powerful man like me, bondage and submission was all I needed from them. I needed to remind them of how lowly they were. I needed them to know how filthy they were.

No woman deserved to lay on my bed, talk more of having normal s*x with me. Not once had I encountered any.

I threw Rhea into the room and closed up the curtain.

"Do you know what happens here?" I grilled and watched her shiver at my words.

"No, senor," she squeaked like a little mouse, shaking her head.

But I was sure she did. With all my instruments of s****l torture lying all over the room, it was a no brainer what the room was meant for.

"Since you don't know then I'll teach you," I growled in a deep voice that echoed through the four walls of the room.

"Strip!" I commanded.

"Huh?"

Was she trying to feign innocence?

Pak!

I landed a heavy slap across her face.

"Don't make me repeat myself!"

"Sorry, senor," She whimpered, quickly grabbing the back zipper of the wedding dress she wore and began to undo it.

Just by looking at the gown, I could tell it was a big punishment for one person to undo, it made me happy seeing her futile attempts at removing the dress.

After much struggle, she succeeded in removing the gown, and all that was left on her body was her underwear.

My wolf leaped in joy, it was then I understood why he chose her over her sister.

The bridal gown didn’t do Justice to the nicely curved body I was staring at now. She had a perfect figure shape, so finely curved for someone her age. But, what beauty did it add to her when she was the kind of woman who'd steal her sister's husband out of envy?

Glancing at her underwear which intruded my view of what she had between her thighs, I snapped my fingers at her and she briskly pulled it off.

From the distance separating us, I caught a whiff of her scent. She smelled of both vanilla and lavender, the combination of the most attractive scents in the world. Indeed she was worth being punished by me.

"Climb up that bed and lay on your back!" I ordered.

"Yes, senor," she answered. But I pulled her back by the hair before she could move, "don't ever call me 'senor' in this room. Here, you address me as your lord. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord," she squeaked. Drop of sweat was falling like rain from her forehead. She trembled while climbing the bed.

I couldn’t care less about her emotions, I cuffed her four limbs to the four iron poles that surrounded the corner bed.

"What are you going to do to me?" She quizzed with an already shaky voice, tears leaving her eyes.

"I'll punish you," I answered, "in a way that you'll leave you to beg for more and for release."

I grabbed a huge black box that sat on top of a table in the room and dropped it on the bed.

I pulled out my whip, ready to give her the torture of her life.

"You're nothing but my object of pleasure," I reminded her, "I'll have you whenever and wherever I want. Now, beg for my torture. Beg me to toy with you."

"Pl..ease…" she muttered.

"Please what?" I flashed a stern look at her, "please, do what?"

"T..tor..ture me, my lord," she stuttered as tears ran from the corners of her eyes, dropping on the bed.

"Good," I smiled, nodding at her.

I spread her legs apart and bent over, sniffing her love hole.

"Not bad," my wolf growled within me, "not bad at all. f**k her, Aaron."

"I teach women like her, discipline," I said to my wolf, "there's no greater pleasure than watching her submit to my authority."

"Just have s*x with her and cut the crap," he begged, "it's been long since you brought a woman to pleasure us."

I lashed the whip in between Rhea's thighs. From the way she whimpered, I could see that she didn’t expect it nor did she know it would be that painful.

Seeing her make that face made me so excited, I gave her a second lash.

"Argh," she groaned as the second lash landed with more force than the first.

I rubbed my thumb on the entrance of her hole. It felt so wet.

"So thick," I whispered, "I guess my wolf deserves a crown when it comes to selecting breeders."

I lashed the whip between her thighs again and she cried out before I stuffed two fingers into her mouth to stifle her moans.

"You're my object of pleasure, get used to this kind of torture," I instructed. “Do you understand?”

She didn't respond and I felt provoked immediately.

“Never ignore my questions!” I snarled then lashed the whip on her n*****s, while she cried out in pain.

"Now give me an answer!" I roared.

"I clearly understand that I am your object of pleasure!" She cried.

"Beg for my torture, beg for my c**k!" I roared.

"Please, torture me, with your c**k," she cried, folding her fists tightly, which made it look like she was pulling the chains.

I stood up over her, my hardened manhood in full view.

"You're going to suck my—"

Before I could finish, a knock came and it interrupted me.

I squeezed my face. Who dared disturb me!

"f**k! I forgot to let them know I have a session," I said ruefully, "shit."

"You will remain here until I return," I warned her. Not like she could free herself, anyway.

Putting my shirt back on, I left the punishment room and went back to my main room.

The guards who I had sent to the Fiery Moon pack had returned. It had been about thirty minutes since they left. Looking at my wristwatch, I frowned. This was the shortest punishment I had ever given someone. If I had told the guards I had a session, I'd have had at least three hours of uninterrupted torture.

"Alpha Sebastian is here with us," one of the guards reported, "he's currently in the sitting room, waiting to see you."

I breathed out and shook my head, "why did the old man take the stress of coming all the way from his pack to mine?"

After a two hour meeting with Alpha Sebastian, I sent him home.

He had begged to see his daughter but I refused. I went back to the punishment room and met Rhea asleep with the chains tied on her limbs.

I shook my head and picked up my whip, waking her up with a hot lash.

She sprang up in a hurry but the chains pulled her back.

"This is no bedroom," I warned her, "never sleep here again!"

"Yes, senor… my lord," she corrected herself immediately.

I began to undo the chains, one after the other.

"Once you leave my room, meet any of the guards and ask for directions to the head maid's room," I said to her, "the head maid will give you a room and everything you need. Report back to this room tomorrow morning before 8am. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord," she muttered with the fuzziness in her eyes.

With that, I watched her put her clothes back on before I dismissed her from my sight.