Chapter 2

• Dahlia almost jumped when Xavier rose from his seat. It wasn't often she found herself alone in a room with someone she considered a god-like figure. Every slight movement he made sent her heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The Alpha took a sip from his drink and calmly placed it back on the round, cobblestone table beside him.
• Dahlia's lips parted and her shoulders relaxed as he approached. The overwhelming aura radiating from him compelled her to lower her gaze and bow her head in submission; it was an intrinsic response from her wolf acknowledging the Alpha's dominance.
• His fingers glided down her bare arm and entwined with a strand of her hair. She swallowed a surprised gasp as he leaned in slightly closer. "If you feel uncomfortable at any point during this session, just say 'red,' and I'll stop immediately," he instructed, his words crisp and devoid of any emotion.
• Dahlia nodded, feeling tense.
• "Use your words," he prompted.
• "Yes," she managed.
• "Yes?" he repeated, waiting for the customary respect.
• "Yes, Alpha," she replied, meeting his gaze and conveying her deference.
• "Good girl." His fingertip lightly traced her collarbone before moving to the small of her back. "Strip down, leaving only your underwear," he commanded, withdrawing his touch from her body.
• Without hesitation, she set her bag aside and unzipped the tiny black dress she wore, slipping it off her legs and placing it inside her bag along with her bra. Once undressed, she turned to face the Alpha, seeking his approval.
• "Tie your hair," he instructed, handing her a rubber band. "Loosely."
• She gathered her hair into a ponytail as directed, allowing a few strands to frame her face before tucking them behind her ear. The Cell, though underground, felt cold against her skin. Perhaps it was the flames flickering along the walls that brought warmth, or maybe it was the growing heat of her anticipation.
• "Raise your hands," he directed.
• She complied, lifting her arms into the air. The Alpha leaned closer, leaving only a narrow space between them. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, and a low growl rumbled from him. His fingers traced down her breasts, causing her nipples to harden and goosebumps to trail in their wake.
• "You have a beautiful body," he commented, his hands exploring her hips and moving toward the intimate warmth between her thighs.
• "Thank you," she murmured softly, remembering to add, "Alpha."
• Dahlia felt him move behind her, his fingers sliding along her backside, inching ever closer. Her breathing grew shallow, and the desire within her intensified. He swept her hair off her back so it cascaded over her shoulder.
• "Do you want me to hurt you or love you?" he asked, his grasp firm on her shoulder as he kissed the exposed skin of her back.
• "Hurt me..." she whispered, closing her eyes briefly, "...a little..." she quickly appended, wary of discovering the extremities of pain today. Her sexual experiences were limited, having only been intimate once in her life, and she had seldom explored her own body. Much of what she envisioned was born from fantasies, a tapestry of imagination yearning to be realized.
• Dahlia could hear the Alpha chuckle from behind her. "There is no such thing as little. It's either it or not."
• An electric arousal coursed through her as her nipples hardened in response to the cold air. She felt his arm wrap around her waist, his rough hand slipping beneath her underwear, encountering the softness of her clit. Instinctively, she bit down on her bottom lip and arched her back, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation.
• Dahlia was uncertain about her feelings that moment: Was she more excited by the fact that she was being touched by an Alpha, or was it the mere thrill of his touch?
• Another of his calloused hands kneaded her dark nipple, and she held her breath, fists clenching as anticipation built within her.
• "Your cunt is dripping," she heard him say, his finger gliding through her wetness before pinching her sensitive clit. A surprised squeal escaped her lips as a burst of light pain ignited excitement within her. Heat rose within her as she felt her wetness trickle down her thighs. He withdrew his hand from her underwear only for it to rest on her shoulder moments later.
• "On your knees," he commanded softly, giving her a gentle push. Submitting to the order, she bent her knees and settled onto the cold ground, her aching arms remaining raised.
• Dahlia could hear the sound of chains clinking before the Alpha took hold of her wrists, restraining them with leather cuffs. Her throat tightened in anticipation, her heart pounding like a drum. A sleek black cloth brushed against her eyes, and she instinctively closed them as he blindfolded her. A rush of moisture soaked her underwear, and she squirmed in embarrassment as her senses heightened. The novelty of the experience caused her nipples to harden further, aching with each tug.
• A firm strap of leather caressed her back, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin. The thought of a belt made her gasp.
• "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" he inquired, gripping her hair tightly. Dahlia shook her head, despite having a clear idea. The knot in her throat made it difficult to voice her thoughts.
• "I'm going to punish you, and you will endure it like a good, obedient slut. If you scream or make a sound, I will discipline you even harder," he warned, his voice cold and commanding.
• Her skin prickled under his words, and she instinctively tucked her feet beneath her, trying to resist. But he forcefully pulled her legs apart and slapped the delicate skin of her inner thighs.
• "Keep them spread. You're not allowed to climax unless I say so." A low growl escaped him as his intoxicating scent surrounded her.
• Straightening her back, she gasped as the leather made contact with her skin. The pit of her stomach churned; it burned as he struck her back repeatedly, leaving bruises in his wake. She gripped the chains, biting her lip to stifle any sounds. The pain mixed with a strange pleasure, but what heightened her anticipation even more was the silence and suspense of where he would strike next. She found herself shifting on the ground, squirming and letting out faint whimpers.
• As she gathered her legs beneath her pool of wetness, he swung the leather strap over her legs, forcing them apart once more. She pressed her lips together tightly as the strikes grew harsher, intensity escalating with each hit. The leather ran over her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples before finally pausing beneath her neck.