Filed to story: Rylee the Orphan Luna Novel
“Brent, why would mating faster change any of that?”
“It wouldn’t, but it would allow me to keep tabs on you. If by some awful turn of events, you and Lanie were taken, us being fully mated and bonded would allow me to know what you’re feeling. I would at least be able to tell that you’re alive.” “Alive? You don’t actually think Eric would hurt us, do you?”
“I don’t think he would, but Ash’s mom might, or even that b***h Emma.”
“Why?”
“Why? Are you serious? Lexie, you, and your sister are the product of an affair that Eric had with Rylee’s mom. Actually, an affair would constitute both parties consenting. Eric violated Rylee’s mom and, in turn, created you and your sister.” “Okay?”
“Lexie, according to Richard, Eric was obsessed with Rylee’s mom. And I mean obsessed. She was a rarity back then, being a true female Alpha. Apparently, a lot of unmated males, especially other Alphas, wanted to take her as their chosen mate, including Eric. But Megan had turned them all down for Mitchell, Rylee’s dad-her destined mate. Eric had rejected his destined mate for Megan, hoping she would do the same, but she didn’t. So, his obsession turned into revenge. Richard hypothesizes that he teamed up with Marvin to kidnap you two to get back at the moon goddess for selecting Mitchell as Megan’s mate and not him. And, in turn, he kidnapped her, violated her, and used your souls to conceive what Marvin needed. I don’t think Eric had any intention of raising the two of you. At least, not at the time. But now, we’re not so sure what he or his crazy family would be capable of.”
“Are you saying that he ruined everyone’s lives to be petty?”
“For lack of a better term, yeah.” I scoffed at this and just shook my head in disgust. It was no wonder Brent and Rylee reacted the way they did when they found out Eric and Ash were alive and behind everything. I didn’t know Eric personally, but I already hated him.
“Wait, why would his mate want us dead though? You just said Eric rejected her.”
“His current mate is not his destined mate, at least not according to Richard. Eric did, in fact, reject his destined mate for Megan, but because she didn’t reciprocate those feelings, Eric’s father forced him to take a chosen mate, aka, Ash’s mom, Nicole.” “What? So, Ash’s mom isn’t even Eric’s destined mate?” Brent shook his head.
“Richard says that Nicole is toxic and had her own obsession with Eric. She hated Megan because she knew she could never compare to her. If she were to find out Eric had a s****l encounter with Megan, and that it produced two pups, what do you think she would do to you two?” I gulped.
“She would kill us to get back at him,” I answered.
“Exactly. You see, baby, we need to mate ASAP. We need to complete the bond. I need to be able to know you’re alive, at the very least, if anything were to ever happen to you,” he begged me. I looked into his eyes, and I knew that he really needed this. But deeper than that, he wanted it. Who was I kidding? I wanted it too. And I was excited to try out the new skills I learned.
Without saying anything, I swung my leg over his knees and straddled him on the bed.
“Lexie, what are you …”
“Shhh… Let me make you feel better, Brent,” I whispered to him. He gulped and just held my hips. I hoped to whoever was out there that I didn’t embarrass myself. I thought about the p**n videos I looked up and kissed Brent while pressing my hips closely up against his. I gently rotated my hips, and I could feel something poking the inside of my thigh. I smiled to myself and moved my kisses to his neck.
“Mmm… Lexie …” he moaned my name, and grasped my hips tightly, but never once tried to stop me.
“Call me mistress,” I said to him.
“What?” he pulled away. “What did you say?” I pushed him down onto his back forcefully.
“I said, call me mistress, sub.” His eyes widened and I smiled. I got up and went to his closet. I found a couple of his belts and some ties. I guess these would have to do. I went back to the bed while holding onto everything, and his eyes looked like full moons. “Lexie, what the f**k …” “MISTRESS!” I shouted and slapped his leg with one of the belts in my hand.
“OW!” he yelled and jumped. He looked a little afraid and I thought maybe I was doing something wrong, but what I saw while he was rubbing his thigh made me think otherwise. I watched as his d**k got even harder just from the one whipping.
“I want you naked, and in the middle of the bed, sub,” I commanded him in a very dominating voice. He paused for a minute, second-guessing whether I was being serious or not, but I whipped the belt again. “MOVE!”
“Okay, okay,” he finally responded and quickly removed his clothes.
“Ah-uh … Leave your boxers on,” I instructed him. He nodded his head and got back onto the bed, promptly laying down in the middle. I took two of the belts and combined them to make them long enough to reach across both bedposts. I took the third belt and cuffed his hands together.
“Lex-” I smacked his leg with my hand. “Ah, I mean, Mistress, what are you doing?”
“Tying you up, what does it look like?” I replied innocently. I made sure the belt was tight enough to hold him, but not too tight where it would hurt him. I moved to his legs and used the ties to repeat the same thing I did with the belts. “These will have to do for now,” I concluded as I slid off the bed.
“Mistress, what in pray tell are you doing?”
“You wanted to mate, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but this!? b**m!?”
“Is that what this is called?” His eyes widened again, and he struggled against the belts tying his hands together. “Don’t you dare break those! I will punish you, sub!” I shouted, making him freeze instantly. I smiled at his submission. “Lex … I mean, Mistress, I’m not a sub! Do you even know what that means?”
“You will be whatever I want you to be, Brent. And tonight, you’re my sub. And yes, I know what it means. You’re a submissive, you have to do whatever I tell you to do.” He gaped at me and didn’t say another word.
I stripped myself of my clothing, and his eyes raked up and down my body. I was a little nervous since I had never once been naked in front of anyone, other than Lanie and Anna. I watched Brent’s eyes as they darkened, and he licked his bottom lip as if he were tasting me from afar. Then I saw his d**k rise higher and higher in his boxers. I smirked seeing that even though his mind seemed to be against whatever I was doing, his body was getting excited.
I climbed back on top of the bed and crawled my way up his body, making sure that I rubbed against his straining c**k. He hissed and shut his eyes as I rubbed up against him with fever. I thought back to the video and remembered that the women had on leather boots, but I didn’t have any. I would have to ask Brent to buy me a pair and one of those handheld staff with a small leather loop at the end of it.
I climbed up higher and higher until my legs were straddling his face. I heard him inhale deeply and flick his tongue against the small slit of my private area.
“f**k, Lexie,” was all I heard. Hearing my name made me angry, and I moved back down to his chest. “Hey, what the hell!?”
“What did you call me?”
“Dammit, okay, I’m sorry, f**k. Mistress, will you please bring your p***y back to my face?”
“That’s better. Call me anything but Mistress for the rest of the night, then this stops now, and you will have to wait a week.”
“No, no, okay, I apologize, Mistress,” I smirked and straddled his face again.
“You will not eat my p***y, until I say you can, sub, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“We do everything my way, sub. If I tell you to eat, you eat. If I tell you to lick, you lick. If I tell you to suck, you suck? Understand?” “Yes, Mistress.”
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