The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Thirty Three

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

Emory’s POV

Gilbert gave me two options…

He had asked me to pick between putting my hands on the pole and putting my arms on my toe. Of course you should know what I picked.

I was tied against a bed pole butt naked waiting for Gilbert’s arrival and command. Gilbert came into the dark room, he grazed his fingers over my skin making me to shiver. He bent down and sucked on my earlobes and I fought the urge to let out a moan. He whispered into my ears. I felt dirty, cheap and humiliated. But I liked it and was torn between wanting more and begging for all.

“No, daddy. I want it all. Go all out... do to me whatever you please, master.” Gilbert smirked and pulled your hair tightly.

“Are you asking or are you demanding? The first would be fine but the latter would mean I’d have to correct that attitude.”

“The first because I like being told what to do.”

“And if you disobey any of my commands?” he asked menacingly.

“If I disobey any of your commands, punish me master. But I’d try to be a good girl for you.” I fluttered my lashes repeatedly.

“Oh, trust me. That might be your only option.”

“Maybe not…” I was still trying to talk when Gilbert bite his lips and smacked my ass. He parted my legs and pushed between them so that his knees was directly on your core. I moaned

“I said not to talk back to me kitten. You don’t learn. Do you?”

“Maybe you should spank me: that’s the only way I learn. That’s how my daddy makes me learn”

“This daddy, doesn’t spank to teach his baby doll a lesson.”

“How then this daddy does teaches his doll.”

“I choke them and make them moan out their sorry. That’s how.” his hot breathe fanned my back skin and made my hair stand in response to the knock on them. From the mirror, I saw how he watched my body reacted to him. My brow was furrowed and lips parted as I tried not only to contain the wild surge of emotion in my veins but also try to make meaning to his words. He snaked one of his hand up my leg until he reached my waistline. He smacked my booty and cornered his hand underneath until it reached my p***y and he begins to play with it. I couldn’t help but touch my buds as I was dying from frustration but he stopped me.

“I don’t want you touching yourself, Emory.” Gilbert smacked my hands down from my breast and I whimpered as I miserably tried to bottle up my urges. He tugged on my binds and pushed me until I laid flatly on the bed. He hovered over me and knot my binds, adjusting me so that my arms and legs were hanging squarely on separate poles. My breathe got heavier as he inserted two finger into my p***y hole and began to pound my inside with them.

“f**k. I might cum.” I hissed, biting down on my lower lips until I tasted blood. Gilbert sniffed “I smell blood” he looked up at me and saw that the smell was coming from me. He engulfed me in a rough kiss that left me wanting more.

“Not so soon.” He breathed. Gilbert went rough but slowed down and drove me to frustration with the slow painful thrust of his.

“Argh… it hurts.” I whimpered out with my eyes closed. I longed so much to grab an outlet, anything at all but was hand are restrained.

“Great. Everything good comes with pain” Gilbert leaned closer and captured my throbbing n*****s with his mouth. He goes faster and so does my pants. I recline backwards but he stops me by yanking my head back harshly, tugging hard enough but I moan out again. Gilbert frowned at this and intensifies his onslaught. My legs begin to shake as I feel the wave form in my stomach. I stretched but it only made the binds on my skin to prickle. Instead of feeling hurt, I felt warmth travel up my legs and wrist down to my core. I was near. I could feel it but he suddenly stops his movement.

“Why…why did you stop” I asked but Gilbert didn’t reply. He only replies with a sick-ass smirk. He climbs further. He frees his d**k and makes me cover him up with my mouth. I gagged.

“He is too big for your little mouth, huh?” Gilbert asked I tried to reply but his hand at the back of my head pushing deep down into his erection wouldn’t permit me to. I tried to nod but my reply but the action pushed my mouth downwards to the back of my throat. Tears welled up at the corner of my eyes, even more so as he slide his hands to my p***y and begins to stroke me. I vibrated underneath him as my mouth felt full and the feel of his fingers inside me was overwhelming. I felt my wall begin to clench. He pushed his crotch deeper into me until I choked on his d**k. He smiled wickedly and pulled out a bit.

“Please… please, Gilbert” I stuttered as my whole body began to throb.

“Please what, kitten?” Gilbert asked with a mockery tone at the edge of his voice. My eyes widened at the realization from what had happened. I just moaned out your request, regardless.

“Please f**k me!” I declared. I could be unsure of other things but not what I wanted at this moment. I needed Gilbert’s d**k to be deep inside me.

“Very well then” Gilbert breathed into my ears and he grabs me by my throat but didn’t choke me. His hold was just strong enough to put me in place. “I want you to remember whose air you are breathing.”

“I will” I whimpered, again shamelessly.

“Very well then. Remember to use your safe words.” I nodded. Gilbert walked around to a chest of drawers and opened one. He brought out a furry object and a sling of another steel object which I saw through the mirror. He walked back to me and undid my knots.

“Kneel. You have to trust me kitten…and remember your safe words. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes master” Gilbert crouched down to my level and connected a bind with my arms and legs. He slid the hairy object along my body and I whimpered and tried to suck in a breath. He came to my front and knelt before me. He gathered my right breast into his mouth and fondled it with my left n****e, pinching and tugging it to firmness. He then brought one of the steel objects from the sling and clasped my n****e with it. A moan escaped my mouth as I writhed, shrinking my stomach so I could house this foreign emotion. After that, Gilbert left me in my agony and when I began to think I would collapse from lack of his touch, he returned shortly with a vibrator. He switched it on and asked me to sit on it. Which I did.

When I was perfectly sitting on the vibrator, Gilbert reclined backward and without tearing his gaze from mine, he began to remove his pants. He stroked himself to the rhythm of the vibrator’s movement and I watched helplessly, getting turned on to my brink.

“Oh my god.” I hissed out when the vibrator brushed one of the deep spots. My frustration birthed some thoughts in my head. Perhaps I should just cut to the chase; discard the rubber p***s and grab the real one. Felling brave and with an astronomical amount of adrenaline pump, I got up from the vibrator and crawled toward Gilbert. Without so much as a protest as to why I did against his warnings, Gilbert inserted his prick inside my mouth. And instinctively, I began to suckle on the thick flesh.

“Yes b***h, just like that” he slurred his teeth. He grunted and tightly gathered my hair into a ponytail. He pushed me further into his erection and I deep-throated him. He pulled off and I pressed my tongue against the base of his head and licked it slowly. Locking eyes with him, I grabbed his balls that had already turned pink and swung them, lick, gobbled them on my palm, and finally, tickled them. From the way he shivered, I could tell he was close but I decided to tease for a tease.

“Never play the player. That’s the number one rule” Gilbert breathed into my ears and smirked. Damn him for catching on to me. Was it just his intuition or was it the wolf’s abilities working?

“Oh…”

Gilbert pinned my head into his d**k so that I couldn't escape and began to pound into my mouth. His d**k, rhythmically, grazed the back of my throat. He picked up the pace and stifled shortly. Before I knew what was happening, I felt thick and slimy hot liquid pour into my mouth, face, and shoulders. Freeing my hair he mumbled his order “now swallow every last drop, kitten.” After I swallowed his seeds in my mouth, Gilbert licked the droplets on my shoulder and face, using his moment of vulnerability to my advantage, I decided to beg him to come to my mercy.

“I want you, sir.”

“You want me, how?”

“I want you to f**k me.”

“That has always been the plan.” A guttural hiss escaped my mouth when Gilbert tugged on my bind and dragged me to him. He positioned me in an all-four stance and adjusted my binds. He fastens a belt around my mouth and uses the tail to hold me in place. After ensuring I was well in place, he bet over me and collected fluids from my hole, and coated his d**k before slamming into my hole. I waited for seconds, which rapidly turned to minutes for Gilbert to increase his pace but he wouldn’t. It was as if it took him ten seconds to make another thrust after the first one. So once again, I decided to go against his laid-out rule to end my suffering. With my teeth, I tugged on my arm and it came off. Once that was done, I crawled to him and buried my face at his feet, trying to hide how flustered, turned on, and frustrated I was.

“Awn, my poor little kitty, can’t hold it anymore.” He purred and tsked with the tip of his tongue and upper jaw. “Over my knee now.” He blurted, his demeanor, rounding a complete 180. Just like he had commanded, I went over to his knees and spanked my butt. Once again, he removed some ball gags from a drawer, coated the ball gags with my saliva and put them into my asshole, and spank me again.

Later, he handcuffs my hand behind my back and blindfolds me. He pushed me off him and I felt him retract from me but shortly afterward, he came back and put a headphone over my ears and helped me to my knee. He then walked over to me and poured oil over my body and began to fondle my flesh. Although, His massage brings more suffering than soothes my throbbing cunt.

“Red,” I shouted my safe word when I couldn’t take any more. I felt like I was going to die from the enthralling amount of pleasure mixed was pain. I was savoring it. “Red. Red. Red” I repeated, drumming the couch with my palm for better measures. Gilbert took off the headphone and blindfolds. It took a minute for my vision to return to normal and when it did, I saw him sitting on a C-Shape two-setter couch. He implored me to come so I went and sat on him.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me what it would cost to make you mine” he whispered into my ears.