Chapter 9: Learn a lesson

Kieran marched down the corridor with Autumn flung over his back like a sack of potatoes, screaming, legs kicking in the air. Her naked body still dripped from the shower, her skin flushed with fury and the remnants of scalding water, her back and butts on full display for anybody who watched, except for his hands were placed firmly over them! Autumn thrashed, nails raking down his back, but he did not so much as flinch. "Let me go, you mothefucker!" she snarled. He slapped her butt in response." What did I tell you about language? Behave!" His voice was a low growl, vibrating through her where his hands left their imprint and where her chest pressed against his shoulder. " I get it, you grew up wild. But in my pack, everybody needs to learn their lessons!" She twisted, trying to knee him again, but he adjusted his hold effortlessly, his palm smacking against her bare ass once more in a sharp, stinging warning. "Keep fighting, little thief. It only makes this more fun." The door to his chambers slammed open, then shut behind them with a loud thud...like sealing Autumn’s fate! Fuck! It made her pulse spike. Before she could react, he tossed her onto his massive bed, and the furs felt so cool against her heated skin. She scrambled back, but he was already there, caging her in with his body, one knee pressing between her thighs. "You need to learn your place," he murmured, hungry eyes burning with something dark and possessive. "My place isn’t beneath you. I don’t give a fuck about your pack dynamics," she spat. His smirk was slow, dangerous. "We will see." Then he moved, reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out a set of thick leather cuffs lined with fur. It looked classy, luxurious, until Autumn realised it was made with real fur...werewolf fur. Someone was skinned. Her breath hitched. She gulped. "What the hell is that?" "Teaching you discipline," he said simply. "Now attack me like you wanted to." She did not hesitate. With a snarl, she lunged, claws aimed for his throat. Kieran caught her wrist in the middle of her strike, twisting it behind her back before she could blink. The cuff snapped into place, locking her arm in place against the bedpost. "Too slow," he taunted, his breath hot against her ear. "Try again." She kicked out, but he trapped her leg under his, his free hand already securing the second cuff to the opposite post. Within seconds, she spread-eagled, naked and bound, her chest heaving with fury. "You...you are a fucking psychopath," she hissed. Kieran dragged a finger down her sternum, over her ribs, circling one peaked nipple. "You were so full of promises. I thought you would bite wild. And yet, you are the one tied up. I am disappointed." She jerked against the restraints, but they held firm. His touch was maddening. Like light, teasing, and infuriating. He traced the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, his fingers trailing lower, much lower... "Don’t you fucking dare..." "Dare what?" He pressed a single finger against her clit, and her back arched against her will. "This?" She let out a choked sound, equal parts rage and unwanted pleasure. "I will kill you." He chuckled, low and dark. "Promises, promises.But all empty. You are just a little pathetic girl. So drop the act and start begging me!" Then, without warning, he leaned down and bit the inside of her thigh. His fangs went deep but did not penetrate. It was just sharp enough to sting. She gasped, hips bucking, and he laughed against her skin. "You are so easy to play with. Just like all those bitches. Nothing special!" "Go to hell." "I rule there, sweetheart. Welcome to my world. " His mouth traveled higher, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, until she was trembling, her breaths coming in sharp pants. And then cruelly, he pulled away. "Attack me again." "I can’t, you fucking idiot! Untie me and I will show you..." He unlocked one cuff, freeing her right hand. "Alright. Show me now. " She swung immediately, but he caught her wrist, forcing it back against the headboard, securing it again. "Too many predictable moves," he murmured, then kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It was dominance! His tongue claiming her mouth, his teeth catching her lip, his body pressing her deeper into the furs. She bit him back, drawing blood, and he groaned like it was the best thing he had ever felt. "Again," he demanded, releasing her other hand. This time, when she struck, he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her arms behind her back and cuffing them there. His knee forced her legs apart, and she felt the blunt press of his cock against her ass. So hot and heavy even through his pants. "Torturing people turns you on, huh? You are enjoying this," she accused, voice shaking. "So are you," he growled, palming her ass before delivering another sharp slap. "Your body doesn’t lie." She whimpered, hating herself for it. He did not stop. He pulled out some silken ropes and wound them around her torso. Kieran then dragged his fingers down the curve of Autumn’s spine. His touch was deliberately slow, savoring the way her breath hitched despite her defiance. The silken ropes he had wound around her torso gleamed against her flushed skin, cinching just tight enough to remind her of her helplessness. "You are telegraphing your moves," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Every twitch, every glance...I see it all. You might as well be screaming your intentions." Autumn snarled, twisting against her bonds, but the ropes held firm, the intricate knots pressing into her ribs. It was perhaps laced with some wolfsbane kind of toxin because those laces stung. "Then why tie me up if I am so predictable?" Kieran’s answering grin was feral. "Because I like watching you struggle." With a sharp tug, he flipped her over, her legs still forced wide by the spreader bar. His palm slid up her inner thigh, calloused fingers tracing the sensitive skin there, just shy of where she ached. "First lesson," he said, his voice rough. "Never let your opponent control the pace." Before she could retort, his mouth crashed down on her again. This time, she swallowed her gasp. His tongue demanding, fangs sharp, stealing her breath until her hips arched against her will. When he pulled away, her lips were swollen, her chest heaving. "Now come for me, little wolf," he ordered, letting her free. Autumn lunged like she was waiting for the moment. But still slow. His free hand cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple in cruel, teasing strokes. "Faster little thief," he growled, biting her shoulder. "Again." He released her as if she were a little pup and he was playing fetch with her. Autumn glowed, and this time, when she struck, he let her knuckles graze his jaw before seizing her hips and yanking her against him. The hard length of his cock pressed against her stomach, hot...so hot. "Better," he admitted, dragging his thumb over her lower lip. "But you are still thinking like a rogue. Fight smarter. Not instinctively." Then he pulled, ed her adjusting her position, his touches alternating between punishing and possessive. A leather collar locked around her throat, connected to a lead that he tugged, forcing her head back. "Second lesson," he growled into her mouth, his voice a dark caress. "Use your enemy’s strength against them." He pushed her onto her knees, his grip tight in her hair. When she tripped over his knee, he twisted her leg aside, pinning her with his weight. His fingers dipped between her thighs again and then growled, finding her wet despite her fury. "See?" He pressed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she choked back a moan. "Your body knows who owns it." Autumn thrashed, but he withdrew his fingers, smearing her arousal over her clit in slow, torturous circles. "Fuck you," she hissed. Kieran chuckled, unbuckling his pants at last. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the tip already glistening. "Oh, you will." He did not enter her right away, not yet. Instead, he dragged the head through her slick folds, teasing, taunting, watching her face as she fought not to react. "Last lesson," he murmured, gripping her hips. "Sometimes surrender is the sharpest weapon. But remember never to lose control. Surrender to surprise and then strike back. " Then he sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust. Autumn cried out, her nails scoring his back as he filled her, stretching her to the brink. Kieran did not give her time to adjust. He set a relentless pace, each snap of his hips like a punishment but...also a promise. "You feel that?" he growled, his teeth at her throat. "This is what happens when you lose control." She hated how good it felt...how every drag of his cock lit her nerves on fire, how the bite of the ropes only sharpened the pleasure. Her thighs trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I am not...ah!...surrendering," she panted. " Aha? Really? You need me to show you who’s in control? " The coil in her belly tightened as he pushed harder and harder, savage, and she came with a broken scream, cursing him, calling his name...her body clamping around him. Kieran followed moments later, his release hot inside her, his growl vibrating against her skin. It sent all her senses to the Moon before it crashed right back. When he finally pulled out, he left her trembling, sweat slicked, and furious, himself looking so calm and professional, if he had just delivered a class lecture. "Tomorrow," he said, unlocking the last restraint, "we practice again." Autumn lunged the second her hands were free. She landed a successful slap across Kieraface’s face; it seemed like he was expecting it. "Good," he purred. "You are learning."