CHAPTER 50: INVOLUNTARY PLEASURE

My world spun at the way his whisper was possessive and the hotness of his breath against my ear. The snap of the handcuff was not only cold but brutal. It reminded me of that night and the pleasure that followed. I swallowed, heat pulling up between my thighs.

Dawn pulled me forward with the short length of chain connecting the cuff on my wrist to the one on his belt. The movement was a command, not a request, and it brought me stumbling right to the edge of his mahogany desk. He sat down slowly, deliberately, his long, powerful legs stretching out slightly, and pulling me to sit on his laps, pressed against him. The chain between us was just long enough to allow me to perch on the edge of his lap, half-sitting on his right thigh, my left hand free but uselessly resting on the desk.

He picked up his pen again, the sound of its tip settling against the paper continuing its irritating scratch. He was back to work, completely unbothered by the fact that he had me pressed to him like his fucking prized possession, sitting on his lap.

I watched him, my breath held tight in my chest. He was hunched slightly over the document, his jet-black hair falling forward, blocking his profile. His concentration was intense. I couldn’t help but notice the delicate way he held the pen and also the smooth, slow movement of his strokes. What he wrote was like art. An absolute beauty, like an ancient script.

"Your writing is beautiful," I whispered, the compliment escaping before I could stop it. It was such a small, unexpected thing to admire about a man so dark and ruthless, but it was true.

He hummed in response. An acknowledgment of the compliment, but his eyes didn’t lift from the page.

"Lean a little closer, Bambi," he murmured, his voice coming out soft, almost a drawl. "I can’t see the last few lines clearly with you blocking the light."

I immediately stiffened, the balance I’d maintained earlier on his lap instantly shifting to a tense awareness.

"No," I said, "I... I can’t. If I lean closer, I’ll be sitting on something I shouldn’t be."

The pen stopped scratching. His hand remained perfectly still on the paper. He still didn’t look up, but his mouth curved into the faintest, most infuriating smirk, or so I saw.

"Lean into me, little doe," he commanded again. The command was laced with that dark intimacy he always used, the one he knew would make me obey.

I closed my eyes and let out a shaky sigh. I had no option. The chain was short, and resisting would only bring a more forceful, less gentle consequence, knowing Alpha. With a silent curse muttered by me, I shifted, tilting my weight forward and sinking deeper onto his lap, leaning my back against his solid chest.

The contact was immediate. The hardness of his arousal pressed against my lower back, caused a sharp, involuntary gasp to escape my lips. At the same moment, a deep, satisfied groan rumbled out of Dawn’s throat.

"Please, Alpha," I whispered, my voice evident with a mixture of terror and traitorous excitement. Yeah, you heard right. Traitorous excitement. "Please let me go. Let me leave."

He chuckled. His pen resumed its movement, not giving me an answer. "Do you have an urgent dinner appointment, Bambi? Why the sudden eagerness to depart?"

"No," I clarified, shaking my head slightly, sending my hair brushing against his chin. "I don’t mean right now, Alpha. I mean... in general. You need to release me from this cage you’ve trapped me in. Let me go completely."

He paused in his writing, his pen hovering over the paper mid-air. "You’re mistaken, little doe," he said, the corner of his lips twitching upward in a mischievous smile. "You are the cage. You’re the one who has me trapped right here, right now, unable to focus on foreign policy when I have a soft, scented she-wolf squirming in my lap."

His statement made me chuckle softly for a reason. Dawn chuckled softly in response, a sound that made my heart flutter despite myself.

As he returned to his writing, I watched him again, my initial panic melting into an intimate calm. The sight of his powerful fingers moving with such grace was captivating.

"No, but really, Alpha," I repeated, leaning my head back against his shoulder again, melting myself into his frame like my new home. "Your writing is genuinely beautiful. And it’s not just that. Why are you so perfect? Seriously. It’s annoying."

I started listing the things that made him, in my mind, infuriatingly perfect. "You’re perfectly handsome, you have the perfect Alpha height, you have terrifying, perfect power, and now, even your handwriting is perfect. It’s not fair."

I teased him, nudging him lightly with my elbow. "Write my name. I want to see how my name looks with your perfect writing."

"Hmm mm?" He murmured.

He didn’t hesitate. He took a fresh sheet of paper and, with a flourish, began to write. He wrote Bambi in an elaborate, decorative script. When he got to the letter ’i,’ he didn’t just dot it; he drew a tiny, delicate flower with the ink.

I smiled, widely.

Without thinking, I twisted slightly, my body sliding against his hardening frame, and turned my head to leave a swift, chaste kiss on his lips.

He wasn’t content with that. His large hand shot up, cradling the back of my head, sinking his fingers into my hair to hold me in place. He deepened the kiss instantly, his mouth moving over mine with a hunger that took away my breath.

But the kiss was awkward, thanks to the chain. My right hand was trapped against his chest, and the small length of metal pulled me uncomfortably when I tried to shift. I felt him pull back slightly, recognizing the restriction.

"Wait," he murmured against my mouth, his breath warm agaisnt my lips.

I bite down on my lips as he reached down to the cuff on his belt loop and, with a quick click of the metal, he unlocked it. He tossed the cuff onto the desk.

"Now," he commanded, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "Turn around. Straddle me."

I obeyed without question. Sliding off his lap, I turned and placed one knee on the chair, then the other, settling myself on his laps so I was facing him, straddling his thighs, my knees on either side of his hips. I was close now, intimately so, my skirt bunched up, feeling the full heat of him pressed right against me. I grinded into him, causing a soundless moan to escape him.

The handcuff was still firmly fastened to my right wrist. So, he took that chained hand and lifted it, placing it on his left shoulder. He then took my free, left hand and placed it on his right shoulder. With a second, swift movement that made my eyes widen, he joined my wrist together behind his head and cuffed them again, chaining both my hands together around his neck.

I let out a long, slow sigh, leaning against his chest. "Alpha, why are you so obsessed with handcuffs?"

He smirked. His eyes had a flash of dark amusement.

"Would you prefer bondage cuffs, little doe?" he asked.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned up, capturing my mouth in a passionate, consuming kiss. His hands moved to my ass cheeks, cupping and squeezing the flesh possessively.

We both let out a unified, ragged moan into the kiss, groaning at the sudden, intense pressure.

He broke the kiss first, breathing heavily. His hands remained on my ass, holding me in place.

"Show me, Bambi," he ordered, his voice husky with desire. "Show me what you want."

His hands became entirely passive. He held me, but he wasn’t moving me. The handcuffed position meant I had to move for both of us. Taking a deep, shaking breath, I started.

I rolled my hips with my hand cuffed around his neck, grinding into his erection with a slow and deliberate circular motion, biting down on my lips. The friction was perfect. I pressed my chest against his, the soft curve of my breast flattening against his build. I leaned in and reclaimed his mouth, tugging gently at his bottom lip with my teeth while he groaned his pleasure into the kiss.

It was in the middle of a particularly deep, rolling grind that I heard a faint sound of the heavy study door being quietly opened.

I continued to grind, lost in the moment, the kiss, and the noise of my own low moan. I didn’t think to stop. Dawn’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away from my mouth. I grind into his hardness, bouncing slowly on it, my mouth hot on his, our moans echoing in his office.

It wasn’t until I heard a series of choked, sharp gasps, not one, but three, four, maybe five, that my mind registered the presence of others. The sound of the gasps suggested someone had seen something truly shocking.

My eyes flew open and I broke the kiss, pulling back abruptly. I twisted my head around, a clumsy movement with my hands still chained above his shoulders, to see who had walked in.

Standing just inside the study, their faces masks of pure shock at the sight, were Christopher, Celeste, Jasper, Silas, and Sierra. They had just witnessed the Alpha and I locked in a passionate, handcuffed embrace. And a dry humping...