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He wants oral now? Is this my punishment? I suppose it could be worse.

“I’m going to slide my cock into your mouth, baby girl, and you’re going to hold it in there. You are not allowed to suck me or pleasure me. You are just going to let me sit in the warm haven of your mouth. Are we clear? Nod if you understand me.”

I nod, but I don’t completely understand. What good is having a cock in my mouth if I don’t suck?

“Good girl. You’re being so good for me. Now, eyes on me. I don’t want you to break eye contact. Are we clear?”

Again, I nod, my mouth salivating as his scent blossoms in the confines of the car. The cologne he’s wearing is different from his usual brand, but the spice underneath is all him. It draws me in, allowing my bunched-up muscles to relax.

When he slides his cock in, he keeps his motions shallow, not going so far in as to choke me. “Close your mouth around my cock, baby, and just sit here and breathe.”

Easier said than done. Every inhale is laced with his scent. It drives me to distraction, making me forget what I’m supposed to be doing in the first place. Just one swallow. Just one little swallow to dry up my spit won’t hurt.

Oh, but that one swallow is potent. His taste explodes over my senses, drowning me in the bitter luxury of his cum. It’s like coffee, but one laced with dark, deep caramel. The kind that’s just a second away from being burnt.

Overwhelmed with need, I swallow again, sucking on him just a little. Just a tiny bit. His fingers glide down the side of my face, caressing me for a moment before he taps my cheeks with a firm smack.

“No, no, you naughty little girl,” he growls. “I didn’t give you permission to suck me. Just concentrate on the feel of me inside your mouth. Feel how hard you get me?” His cock jerks a touch at his words, making my pussy spasm. “I want you so badly, Stephanie. I want to feel your sweet little pussy clench around me as I fuck you long and hard. But first, we need to have a conversation, and we’re going to have it with my cock in your mouth. Whenever you start to panic, just breathe and concentrate on how I feel in your mouth. That’s all you need to do for me right now.”

Tears gather at my eyes as I look up at my Alpha. Though there’s a slight bite to his words, his expression seems to shine with affection.

“First off, I’m not mad at you for cutting yourself. I hurt for you. I hate that you feel like it’s your only outlet. I am very upset that you lied to me. That’s the part that will get punished. Not how you cope with your anxiety. Am I clear? Nod if you understand, but mind your teeth, and don’t you dare suck me.”

I loosen my grip around his cock as I bob my head up and down.

“Good girl. Are you taking care to keep things clean when you cut yourself?”

Again, I nod.

“Are you cutting to help with your anxiety?”

My gaze drifts to the side as I contemplate his question. Absently, I suck on him for a moment, enjoying the comfort of feeling him ripple and jerk inside my mouth.

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles, once more tapping my cheek, but with a little extra force this time. “You’ll get my cock soon enough. Open.”

He pulls himself out, and for a moment, I mourn the loss.

“Talk to me, Steph. Why do you cut yourself?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Well, I’m a smart guy. Try me.”

Tears continue to burn my eyes as I struggle with the words. “Anxiety is part of it. I’ve always been slightly anxious, even as a kid. It wasn’t this bad until my parents died. All of a sudden, everything was my responsibility. I had to handle everything. Their funeral, the bills, getting my own place. I just couldn’t handle it anymore.”

“And that’s when you started?”

“It gave me a sense of relief, as if I was finally in control of something. But then…” I trail off, not wishing to tell him how badly I failed.

“And then?”

Hiking up my dress, I point to the larger scar. “I didn’t have a manual. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I just knew the bite of pain made everything stop. I went a bit too deep, and that’s when I was taken to the hospital. The therapist was good. She gave me the pills I take for anxious moments. And they helped. Until…”

“Until?” His tone is patient, understanding, and kind. Too kind.

Exasperated, I drop my dress and motion toward him. “You had to go and spank me. It gave me that release I needed without the potential harm. When my life went down the drain, I felt I had no other choice. I thought I was marrying Brody and couldn’t have you keep spanking me if I was his wife.”

He hauls me up onto his lap and spreads my legs over his thighs. The dress is the only thing keeping me from exposing myself in his car. The further he widens his legs, the more open my pussy becomes.