Chapter 3

• The Alpha wrapped a hand around her jaw, pulling her head closer to him. She felt his body envelop her, his gaze penetrating deep into her.
• A tantalizing tingle surged through her, and she nearly gasped as he placed his hand over her mouth, striking the leather against her breast, hitting her nipple. She jolted but managed to remain silent.
• "Such a good girl," he praised, satisfaction lacing his tone. He finally lifted the leather strap away from her, and she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. He laughed softly before stepping back.
• With him momentarily gone, Dahlia's head hung low, her body weighed down as she took a moment to gather herself. Heavy breaths filled the room, her throat parched, and her shoulders ached from the restraints holding them aloft. A shuffle broke the silence, signaling the Alpha's return. His proximity was both unsettling and oddly comforting.
• Dahlia's body tensed beneath his fingertips as they pressed into the soft flesh of her thighs. With a swift tug, he pulled on the lace of her underwear, tearing it apart and allowing the fabric to slip down her legs. Each touch sent waves of helplessness coursing through her.
• His hand cupped her most intimate area, gliding over her wet, eager folds and exploring her with an unsettling familiarity. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he queried, "Do you enjoy being punished?" His voice was rough, and he pressed a thick finger against her slick entrance.
• Dahlia's knees buckled, and a deep, involuntary moan escaped her throat as he thrust a finger into her tight passage, with another one lurking threateningly at her opening. He placed a firm hand on her back, anchoring her in place, preventing any escape or movement. As he curled his finger within her, wetness began to spill down her thighs, eliciting yet another murmur of satisfaction from him. He eased another finger inside her, taking his time as it barely slid through her passage.
• A sharp hiss escaped her as she gritted her teeth, the sensations overwhelming her. Currents of pleasure raced through her, yet she fought against them, determined to resist. She was teetering on the edge, trembling and shaking with the mounting pressure coiling within her, ready to burst.
• "Please," she whimpered. "Can I cum?"
• "No," he replied, his voice cold and decisive.
• Desperate, she writhed against the chains, stifling the urge to scream. His fingers twisted and curled inside her needy depths, while his thumb danced rhythmically against her clitoris. He was well aware of her helplessness, delighting in the torment he inflicted upon her.
• "Please, please," she begged, feeling herself on the brink of losing control.
• He pulled her closer, his fingers digging deeper, and she clutched at the restraints tightly as her body convulsed with desire, her arousal near its breaking point. Just when she thought she could reach climax, he withdrew both his fingers and his hand, leaving her yearning.
• Panting heavily, Dahlia lowered herself back to the ground, the pressure still simmering at her core, leaving her breathless and flush with longing. She felt as though she was teetering at the very precipice of ecstasy, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.
• When the chains connected to the cuffs finally fell away, she lowered her aching hands, muscles throbbing from the confinement. Closing her eyes, she breathed heavily, attempting to regain her composure amidst the turmoil within her.
• The Alpha forcefully pushed Dahlia onto the bare ground, her breasts falling apart against the unforgiving surface while her wrists remained bound tightly over her stomach. He spread her legs apart, and in that moment, she felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection prodding at her wet entrance. She instinctively moved her hips closer to him, her arousal spreading warmth around his shaft.
• "You want it badly, don't you?" he taunted, tracing his cock along her slit and parting her folds with deliberate slowness.
• "Yes, please. I need you inside," she begged, her voice trembling with desperation.
• Without any warning, he tore through her quivering sheath and ravished her completely. Dahlia's hips moved, instinctively grasping onto him as his impressive length filled her, driving her to the brink of madness. She could feel his hot breath ghosting over her neck, his lips tantalizingly close to her skin.
• "Can I cum, please?" she gasped, fighting back tears that threatened to spill.
• He pinched her clit sharply before thrusting deeper into her. "Is it going to hurt you if you hold it in and be a good girl?" he growled, a dark satisfaction lacing his tone.
• A cry escaped her lips as her entire body clenched, struggling against the overwhelming sensations that felt as if she might shatter. His two fingers pressed against her clit, stroking it lightly while he continued to ram into her mercilessly, the moisture pooling beneath her as she surrendered to the mounting pleasure.
• "You can cum now." His voice finally issued the command she had longed to hear.
• As he withdrew his fingers from her clit, her orgasm surged forth like an unstoppable tide, sending shudders of euphoric release through her body. It scorched her like a divine flare, overwhelming her senses. Her pussy felt numb, as if it had lost all sensation in the wake of her climax, yet it throbbed around his cock, spilling forth the last of her juices. Gradually, she descended from the exhilarating heights of ecstasy, managing a weak, small smile amidst her disorientation.
• Goodness.
• It was a long time after her release that the Alpha finally came inside her, raw and unrestrained. The conflation of lingering pain from his lashes and the exhaustion of suppressing her own desires left her feeling utterly drained. She sat upright, still blindfolded, with his warmth still pulsating within her.
• The bright red glow from the fire in the cell enveloped her as the Alpha removed the cloth from her eyes and began to undo the cuffs around her wrists.
• Dahlia focused intently on her hands, but the moment he glanced at her, she narrowed her gaze and flinched slightly.
• "Wear your clothes," he commanded before turning away, striding off in another direction.
• Quickly, she retrieved a dress from her bag and donned it without a second thought, ignoring the discomfort of her red and slightly bruised skin, which she could hardly discern in the dim light. She nearly jumped again when the Alpha suddenly appeared beside her.
• He stood closer than she had ever been to him, far too close for comfort in public. He extended his hand, pressing a pill between her lips.
• "It's for the pain," he informed her, his tone oddly calm.