Hiding the Alpha’s Heir

He didn’t wait for my response. Desmond took my hand as we both went in front of the mirror. Then he opened it.

Ah, yes… Our secret room here in the vacation house was behind the mirror.

We both planned it for entertainment for our… sex life before. Or more likely, Desmond made it for me.

This room was soundproof as well. This was made in case we had gotten to have a pup and we wanted to minimize our lovemaking noises.

However, this room was no simple room with a bed only.

I shivered to see the saltire cross attached to the wall, the chains hanging from the ceiling, different flogging and riding crops depending on the walls, and even handcuffs. The red-carpeted walls and ceilings gave me a very sensual vibe. The whole room was illuminated with scented red candles as well.

I gulped upon seeing them again. It has been seven years since I last saw them. Nothing had changed. This was supposed to make me feel nervous right now but why did not I find it to myself right at this moment?

It was as if I was somehow… excited?

“I am certain you have missed this place, seraphim,” Desmond said as he turned around. His eyes were sparkling in astonishment and lust.

I released a nervous sigh. “You never throw them out even if I was not here for the past seven years?” I asked when he went from behind me to brush his hands on my arms up and down. I received bolts of sensations through my whole body with what he was doing.

I inhaled sharply when Desmond started leaving some wet kisses on my bare shoulder as he went up to the slenderness of my neck, making me want to moan.

“Why would I throw it out? This place is reserved for both of us. This place is very special to my heart,” he whispered seductively.

With that, Desmond pulled down the straps of my nightgown. I gasped softly when my naked body was revealed when my nightgown fell on the floor. I didn’t dare to cover my body because Desmond did not want that.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I watched him sitting in front of the maroon single couch with his half-naked glory. His sculpted chest and stomach were exposed to my eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes scrutinized my whole naked body.

It didn’t escape me seeing how his eyes sparkled in lust and desire. His amber eyes glowed to a yellow color as well, making my wolf hint to me that his wolf also liked what he was seeing right now.

“Show me your obedience, seraphim.” I shuddered to hear his dominant, commanding tone. That kind of tone… He was only using that if he wanted to show his dominance over me.

“Y-Yes, cinnamon…” I answered by lowering my eyes to the floor.

Settling my gaze to the floor was not enough to be called submission for him.

I sat on the floor having my legs folded, spreading them to expose my cunt. I rested my forearms on my thighs, lowering my head.

Desmond meant submission. My submission to him was obedience.

Even if he didn’t brief me, I could clearly understand why he brought me here. This was to let me know that I would never be a dominant one for him but I was submissive to him.

This was going to be torture, for sure. Or perhaps, torture and pleasure at the same time.

“Good. You still remember how to make me please, seraphim,” he said darkly. “What must you say then?”

Feeling cold from my body being exposed, I wanted to look at him but I didn’t want to displease him. “Thank you for your k-kindness, cinnamon.” I bit my lower lip, feeling humiliated but at the same time, I was feeling aroused at my position.

“Stand up,” he commanded earnestly. “You can now look at me, seraphim.”

I glanced up to meet his eyes. My wolf suddenly teased me when we got to see Desmond sitting with his legs spread as he slouched his back while he was crossing his arms over his chest. He looked thrilled as his eyes raked through my naked body.

“W-What must I do next, cinnamon?” I asked in a meek tone.

“Undress me.”

I pursed my lips into a thin line as I pressed my thighs together when I felt myself pooling more down there with his command. “Your wish is my command, cinnamon.”

I was about to walk to approach him when Desmond commanded, “No. You are going to crawl towards me, seraphim.”

I clenched my hands, wanting to be stubborn. But I knew there was punishment waiting for me if I disobeyed him. Nodding my head, I went on all fours before I slowly crawled in his direction.

His breath hitched when I placed my hands on his knees, looking at him seductively. Then I ran my hands up to his thighs before I reached the waistband of his trousers. His chest rose up and down when I teasingly caressed my fingertips to the V-shape of his waist.

“You’re such a tease, Seraphina…” Desmond muttered in his laborious breaths.

I waited for him to halt me but he didn’t. It meant that he was liking it if I was teasing him. That earned me boldness and courage as I pulled down his trousers.

I almost gasped when his cock sprang up. I gulped upon seeing it alive and pulsating already. It was fucking big as well. My two hands weren’t even enough to wrap around his hard cock because of its gist.

I knew that I hadn’t done anything much but I was certain that I really affected Desmond with my action.

He was easy to please. Whether I obeyed his command or not, he would easily be aroused with every little move I made.

As soon as I was done removing his trousers, Desmond tapped his lap. “Come here, seraphim. Sit here.”

I crawled to him, straddling him. A moan escaped from my lips when the stem of his hard cock collided with my clit. Desmond groaned as well and held my bottom with his hands as he moved my hips to coat his cock with my wetness.

“Goddamn it… You are so fucking wet for me, seraphim…” Desmond looked pleased as his breathing became uneven, looking at me with his hungry stare.

I bit my lower lip, shivering at his carnal statement. “What am I going to do next?” I asked as my hips kept moving back and forth to collide my clit towards his cock. I released a soft moan after that.

“Do you want me inside you already, seraphim?” He licked his lips as he reached for my breast. I leaned back when he was fondling my nipple.

“Y-Yes…” I started to move my hips back and forth when he kept playing with both of my nipples. “Please…” I begged when I looked at him, pleading.

Desmond smirked. “Let’s test your pain tolerance first.” His eyes flew to the riding crop that was hanging on the wall before he returned his gaze to me. “Stand up,” he commanded.

Nervous, I did what he told me. I watched Desmond stand up and went to get something from the cabinet.

It was the rope.

I had goosebumps as soon as Desmond waved it to show it to me. He was going to restrain me so I would feel helpless.

“Not that…” I said, frightened. “Desmond…”

He slightly tilted his head. “Oh? Did I even tell you that you must call me by my name already, my precious slut?” he asked in a dangerous tone. I almost squirmed at the degrading endearment he uttered. Desmond knew that I liked being called like that.

“I-I mean, cinnamon,” I said immediately, biting my lower lip when he was already in front of me.

Desmond scoffed. “Go to the bed,” he ordered as he stretched out the rope and tugged it, testing its suppleness. “Now.”

I flinched when he hit the couch with the rope. At that moment, I had no choice but to go to bed.

“On your knees,” he said when I was already on the bed. I didn’t complain and continued obeying my cinnamon.

I felt the bed sink behind me, feeling his presence.

“Hands on your back.”

I shuddered again when his hand came in contact with my wrists before I felt the rough rope tying my wrists together before it wrapped on my shoulders and under my underarms. I looked at Desmond when he was in front of me, tying the rope around my breasts.

With the earnest expression he had right now, I wanted him to look down on me somehow. His commanding tone was enough to make me feel aroused and ticklish but whenever he was looking at me like he was belittling me, I knew that I was really a submissive to him.

Only to him…

Nothing had changed.

It was the reason why I liked rough and being taken by force. Desmond knew that for a fact.

When he was done tying me up, he went to get the riding crop and showed it to me. “Are you ready for more, seraphim?” Desmond asked when the tip of the crop was slowly brushing on my collarbone down to my perky breasts. He continued running them down to make me feel the texture of the tip.

My breath hitched after that, wanting to moan. “Yes, cinnamon…” Shit… I was getting more aroused. I couldn’t hide it anymore.

He used the tip to coerce me into looking at him. “Good.” He drew closer to me. “What do you want me to do to you, seraphim?” he asked seductively.

I inhaled sharply, gulping. I licked my lips before I opened my mouth to say the words he wanted to hear.

“I want you to take control tonight, cinnamon.”