Stakes Claim On Her

Chapter 10: In-Flight Fetish 

The second the door closes behind me I pull my phone out of my pocket and answer it.

I didn't want my Gabrielle to hear the conversation, whatever it is about.

She doesn't need to worry about these things.

"What” I say.

I just want to get this over as soon as possible so I can be with her again.

"It's me" Luca's voice cuts through.

"I got the intel back on the guy who bruised Gabrielle.’’

Finally.

I had asked Luca to figure out who the guy who dared hurt my mate was.

The little information she had given me was more than enough for Luca to track him down.

A smile spread across my lips at the thought of mutilating that bastard later.

"Who do I get to kill?" I ask.

I feel my wolf surfacing.

He too wants that man dead.

He wants to avenge his mate.

"I don't think you're going to be doing any killing any time soon" My wolf snarls at his words.

"Explain”

" Turns out you were right about Obsidian Moon.Nixon wouldn't be attacking us while we were gone because he was here too.And you can guess what conference room he was in"

I violent growl rips its way out of my throat.

My claws begin to extend as my wolf surfaces.

My wolf wants control, but I refuse to give it.

"How the fuck did we not know that he was going to be here-"

My voice has gotten deeper, angrier.

"He was a surprise to Mountain Eagle from what I hear.They apparently had a lot of people show up unannounced.In fact, my source says Gabrielle wasn't even supposed to be working in the conference rooms that day.They had to pull her up because of the overflow of meetings."

Luca sounds apologetic, but I don't need apologies.

I need revenge.

But not just on Nixon.

My wolf has shifted his need for revenge against the Alpha who bruised her, to the Alpha who put her in the position to be bruised in the first place.

Alpha Bernard.

He was the one that had this foolish idea that women, let alone humans, should work.

They cannot defend themselves, they are too dainty to fight back like a man can.

Gabrielle's gentleness as a woman left her vulnerable.

She was hurt because of her own foolish ideas she could work, and she was hurt because Bernard allowed her to work in the first place.

I had allowed my judgment to be clouded by meeting Gabrielle.

She needs a strong mate to dominate her naturally submissive side, and a strong man to protect her.

I fully intend to be as the moon goddess intended me to be, her dominant.

Why else make her human, and why make her so in need of protection? My wolf wants to punish her for working, for putting herself in danger.

I want to punish Bernard for allowing her to be placed in that danger at all.

Rather than choosing we compromise.

First Bernard, then Gabrielle. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Fortunately, Barnard's punishment can be dealt out now, leaving plenty of inflight time for Gabrielle.

"Luca, I want you to pull all our business investments and dealings with Mountain Eagle? I order.

Fortunately for me, Dark Forest is in the position where they need us but we don't need them.

Mountain Eagle will take a huge economic hit, while we will be just fine.

"Wh-what?"

Luca stutters, sounding shocked at my order.

"I will not repeat myself.You heard me.’’ I don't have time for this.

I have a delicious mate that needs reprimanding.

"Fine, I'll do it.But I am asking why the hell you just decided to financially cripple Mountain Eagle."

Luca sounds a little more amused at this point.

He knows this won't hurt us, and he's a brutal man, so he's probably looking forward to bringing on the bad news.

"Financially cripple are strong words, they will be fine within a few years”

"I let out a little chuckle.”

"Look, just tell Bernard if he wants us to consider bringing our money back to his pack he will have to get rid of those stupid ‘modern’ rules about humans and women working.’’ This was a win either way.

Bernards pack takes a huge hit for a few years, or they take a huge hit for a few months and throw out those stupid ideas.

"You got it alpha. Is that all?"

Luca asks.

"That's all"

I hang up.

I look to the door, I'm ready to punish the little mouse one room over.

My wolf growls in approval.

He wants to punish her badly.

I can feel his desire to be the one to punish her.

In a usual mating, if the wolf wanted to punish his mate he would shift and administer the punishment himself.

But my mating is different.

Gabrielle's body is not built to handle punishment from my wolf form, which would likely include my wolf grabbing her by her scruff -which she doesn't have- and forcing her to submit.

So rather than having my wolf shift, I hand him control of my body.

My wolf takes over, growling low in his chest before stalking out the door.

He's not wasting time.

When the door opens, Gabrielle is leaned back on the small sofa with her legs propped up on the low lying coffee table.

My wolf admires her for a second, scanning her body.

His eyes linger on her breasts for a moment longer.

Once he has had his fill he stalks over to her.

She looks up at us with those beautiful doe eyes and smiles.

Goddess, she is beautiful.

Her smile falls when she sees the look on our face and the darkness of my wolves eyes.

She knows my wolf has taken over.

At least her pack taught her some useful information.

"Stand."

My wolf growls out and Gabrielle quickly obeys.

She can tell he is not playing around.

"Why?"

She asks timidly.

She is usually a little more bashful around us, but our dominance is having an effect on her, as it should.

"Punishment.Strip.’ My wolf says gruffly.

He wants to show her he owns her body.

He wants her to know she cannot hide herself from him.

Gabrielle's face turns bright red at the order.

"What did I do wrong?"

Her boldness is starting to show through.

My wolf finds it amusing, but will not tolerate it.

"Strip."

He says one more time, lowly and dangerously.

Gabrielle's hands find her top, the black undershirt I had given her, and pulls it over her head.

She shyly looks down, her face is bright red as she begins to tug her leggings down.

But my wolf isn't focused on her expression, his eyes are fixed on her body.

His eyes are transfixed on her voluptuous breasts, her soft stomach, and her tight pussy, hidden behind short tuffs of dark hair.

She is natural, and my wolf loves it.

She is as a woman should be.

Once her pants are off, she puts her delicate hands over her breasts and crosses her legs, trying to hide herself from view.

That won't do at all.

My wolf dragged her arms down and set them against her hides.

He wanted to see her body.

"Turn around and bend over” After a little hesitation, she does as she is asked.

Her perk little ass is stuck out and her dripping pussy completely exposed to our intense gaze.

My wolf wants us to shove our cock into her but I reminded him to stay on task.

This is about punishment, not reward.

My wolf goes to stand behind her and begins to massage her backside.

She wiggles slightly at our touch, pressing into our palms.

She can't resist us.

He swings his hand back and spanks her.

She lets out a little yelp but doesn't pull away.

Another smack followed by a yelp.

My wolf loves hearing her cry out.

"You allowed yourself to be put in danger by working for your Alpha.What do you have to say for yourself"

Gabrielle moans out as he smacks her again.

"I'm sorry, Alpha’’ Her voice is needy, it makes my wolf want to fuck her.

Hard.

"Good girl"

My wolf purrs, spanking her again, one final time.

"Stand up.’’ She follows the order quickly.

She turns around to face us.

Her nipples are hard, and her juices are dripping down her thighs.

"Get dressed.We are landing soon.’’ Gabrielle let's out a needy whimper.

She wants to be fucked, but leaving her wanting is part of her punishment.

But my wolf knows we will be shoving our cock deep in her when the time is right.

She dresses quickly and sits down on the sofa.

She has a disappointed look on her face and is squeezing her thighs together.

My wolf reluctantly gives me back control.

Once I'm in control I go over and sit next to her.

She instinctively leans into me, nuzzling her head into my chest.

"What was that?" She asks, tentatively.

"You shouldn't have been working, it's to difficult for a woman.

You got hurt because of your foolish ambition, and I won't allow that behavior to go unpunished, even if it was before we met."

I say definitively.

She shouldn't have been working.

Period.

"Me being a woman had nothing to do with me getting hurt!"

She tries to pull away from me, but I don't allow it.

I grab her by the waist and set her on my lap, her hands falling to my shoulders and she weakly tries to push me away.

"You mean to tell me that whatever happened in that conference room that led to you being bruised would have still happened if you were a man?"

She opens her mouth to protest, but hesitates, hinting that something else happened in that conference room.

And that was exactly what my question was meant to weed out.

She closes her mouth and looks down, relaxing into my hold, submitting.

I feel the plane begin to descend.

The foreign motion making the little mouse in my arms squeal and bury her head into my neck.

To comfort her I wrap my arms around her and told her tight.

Sometimes I forget that there are so many things she has never experienced.

She let's out another squeal as the plane touches the ground.

But relaxes when the plane finally comes to a stop.

I stand up with her still in my arms.

She wraps hers around my neck, clinging to me.

She is so adorable.

I carry her over to the plane door as it begins to open.

I can't wait to show her our new home.