Chapter Ninety-One
Catherine finished the last swipe of her eyeliner and nodded in pride. They had arrived in Sterling a few hours ago. After the troops swore fealty to Graham, he had taken her into the city where he booked a hotel room. He thought it would be better to get ready five minutes from Shepherds Grill rather than an hour. She agreed it would be even better to not have to drive the hour and a half home in the middle of the night after the party concluded.
She turned to look at Graham again. He was wearing a classic black tuxedo. His hair was combed back and his beard was freshly sculpted. She marveled again at how lucky she’d been to find such a mate. It had filled her with such pride each time someone swore their loyalty to him. She’d felt his own energy grow with each bended knee. He had a lot of new pressure on him, but he handled it as if he was born for it.
She smiled as he continued struggling with his bowtie. His brows drew down ever further. She thought for a moment she’d seen his tongue stick out. He groaned low. He let the bow tie hang against his collar, cracked his knuckles and tried again.
Catherine stood and smoothed down her satin burgundy dress before stepping up to him. She placed her hand on his forearm, drawing his eyes to hers in the mirror.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be over before we know it,” she told him.
He harrumphed. “Lucas said he couldn’t get anything else out of the rogue. I should have gone myself. I don’t like it. I don’t like finding a pack of rogues the day before our swearing in.”
“You just don’t like not being in control,” she argued.
“I am in control.” He growled and jerked the bowtie between his fingers.
“Here, let me try,” she whispered.
Catherine took the bowtie from his hands and smoothed it along his collar. She tried to remember what bowties looked like when completed. As her fingers worked she could feel his eyes boring down on her. After a few moments she felt his hands settle delicately on her waist. She tried several knots, her fingers shook when he would rub his thumb against her hip. She felt the heat of his stare on the portion of cleavage exposed by her dress. After several minutes his fingers tipped her chin to look at him. His eyes were even darker than she’d expected. She shivered slightly and felt her own eyelids droop.
“You don’t know how to tie one either, do you?” he asked with a slight smile. If she hadn’t felt heavy with lust yet, that rare smile of his knocked her over the edge.
She shook her head, unable to look up again. Catherine took her hands from the tie and placed them on his chest, She felt his heart jerk as she pushed them flat. Heat crawled up her chest to her face. She heard the whisper of silk fabric as he took the tie from his collar. His other hand gripped her wrists together.
“We’ll just have to find another use for it then, won’t we?,” he whispered, his voice barely audible against his gruff tone.
She watched, transfixed, as he started wrapping the tie around both of her wrists. Catherine looked up just as he cinched the tie around her wrists, binding her. His eyes were hooded and blackened as her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. A hundred thoughts raced through her mind. We’re going to be late. The car is waiting outside. What about my hair and dress? Should we look up how to properly tie a bowtie? None of those thoughts left her mouth though, because none of them were good enough to make her stop him.
Graham suddenly spun her and pushed her so she fell face first into the bed. He pulled her back toward him until her feet touched the ground. Catherine moaned in anticipation. He stepped up behind her and pulled her dress up to her waist. He took in a sharp breath and she smiled to herself. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She felt a sharp smack hit her backside and she yelped. He nudged her feet apart forcing her to spread her legs wider. He leaned over her pushing her further into the mattress. Her bound hands stretched out over her head, looking for something to hold on to.
Graham’s tongue flicked over the side of her neck and he sucked on her earlobe. “What do you hope to accomplish by not wearing underwear to this event, Mate?” he whispered.
Catherine shivered under him and pushed up on her toes to grind against his erection. Graham spanked her again and she cried out. She would be sore for sure. He soothed the smack with his palm. She grinned.
“I thought my ass would be a good selling point for an alliance with one of the other alpha wolves,” she teased. Graham growled and spanked her again.
“Graham!”
“No, no, Baby, now that I know what you’re planning I have to make sure any man who looks at your ass knows just who it belongs to,” he hissed in her ear.
He pulled back from her and she heard the sound of his belt and pants sliding down his legs. He didn’t bother preparing her, he thrust straight into her,
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shoving her forward on the bed. Catherine let out a long moan. Before he could fill her fully he pulled back and slammed into her again. He spanked her once more and she jerked against him, squeezing her lower muscles around him in response.
“Fuck, baby,” Graham groaned as he started a harsh pace.
He gripped her waist and plowed into her over and over. Catherine writhed against him, trying to get away from his harsh assault but needing even more at the same time. He leaned over her, pressing her harder into the mattress. Catherine curved her back and laced her bound wrists around his neck. He stood up, bringing her with him. His breath came hard against her neck as he kept up his hard rhythm. The angle from her bending allowed him in deeper and deeper with each thrust. He growled and shoved her down again at the same time as he pulled out of her. She gasped at the emptiness. She was so close.
“Graham, please, please,” she moaned, raising her ass for him.
He spanked her again and she knew her ass would be red for the rest of the night. “I told you, Baby, I’m in control here,” he growled against her back.
Catherine pulled against her bindings, wanting to touch him, beg him with her hands. Instead all she could do was flex her fingers and grind her wrists against the soft fabric. His tongue ran along her spine up to her neck. He bit into her skin and she pushed her face into the sheets.
“Are you going to put underwear on now?” he asked, biting into her shoulder blade. He rubbed the tip of his erection against her entrance but pulled back when she raised her hips. Catherine groaned but was having far too much fun.
“No,” she whispered into the sheets.
His palm connected with her ass again and she squealed. “I see I’ll have to extend your punishment.”
Graham placed one hand on her ass. She felt him against her entrance and moaned. Another moment went by with him teasing her, barely touching her channel but moving slightly. She squirmed in frustration but his palm against her sore ass cheek kept her in place. She turned her head and gasped. He smiled down at her with wicked intent while he jerked himself off against her.
“No, no, no,” she pleaded as he closed his eyes and threw his head back.
A second later she felt his hot cum against her pussy. He groaned and squeezed the sensitive skin of her ass as he spent himself. He looked down at her, pleased with himself. He rubbed his cum soaked tip against her, coating her in his cum.
“You fucking…” Catherine growled
“Shh, shh,” he whispered against her ear. He pulled at her binding, releasing her. “The longer you act up, the longer this is drawn out.”
Graham flipped her over. She tried to reach for him when his hand skimmed up her leg. He raised an eyebrow in challenge. She threw her head back waiting for his next move. She looked back down to watch him kiss his way up her bare leg. He took the bowtie and looped it around her thigh like a garter, except this garter was much farther up her thigh. He tied a thick knot and turned it inward. She gasped when she realized what he’d done. The silk tie on the outside of her thigh was smooth, unnoticeable unless you knew what to look for. The knot on the inside, however, would rub against her sex every time she moved. Because he’d tied it on the same side he’d been spanking her, she would be fidgeting all night.
He ran his nose over her skin, inhaling deeply. “Oh yes, everyone will know who’s name you call out when you come, for sure.”
“You… you can’t do that,” she whispered, face heating.
“No?” Graham stood back and began fixing himself. “Consider it a replacement for the panties you refuse to wear. You’ll keep it on until I’ve decided you’ve learned your lesson.” He bent down and helped her up. He kissed the side of her neck. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over before we know it.”
Surrendering to Destiny
