Love and Chaos Series
His Forbidden Mate Chapter 27

"That's not my fault," he argued, stepping into his office. The musicians were nowhere to be found, even though I had handed him a list of those whose services would be needed at the parlour over four hours ago. "Neither is it mine." I groaned, "you're here today. The least you can do is to be a part of the parlour you own!" I slammed. "yet, here you are, failing at the simplest of tasks!" "Do not speak to me in that tone, lady!"

I gave him a stern look and crossed my arms over my chest. "Or else what?"

"Or else I'm going to bend that tempting a*s of yours over my desk and spank it hard, just like you deserve."

Shivers ran down my spine and my core clenched on seeing the picture he just painted.

A small gasp escaped my mouth and my nipples hardened underneath the thin fabric I had on, displaying the effect his words had on me.

Being physical and intimate with each other wasn't a determining factor in our partnership, but in the last few weeks, I've found myself in difficult situations that needed relief, all thanks to him. The attraction was undeniable and grew with every day that passed. I wanted him hard, naked, and on top of me.

"It won't change anything." I could still hear his voice echo in my head. He was right, getting intimate shouldn't change anything, and I didn't want it to, but the way I felt around him told me it would.

For someone who was used to provoking men, I didn't induce any provocation with Edward. I kept my distance for so long and also kept my walls up. Still, he insisted I taunted him so much with my provoking dresses and approaches and he couldn't take it anymore. He stopped filtering his words after our shift together a few weeks ago.

He would sometimes whisper how he wanted to spread my legs and give me a thorough examination. How he wanted me alone and naked, or how he couldn't get the image of me on my hands and legs out of his head. I couldn't get the image of our first time together out of my head either, and I wonder how long it'll take before we both give in to the desires plaguing both our minds.

He kept his hands to himself, which was very much appreciated, but the words coming from his mouth were a different story. His words did the poking and manipulation.

"You wouldn't dare."

He stormed toward me, his pace faster than I predicted. I couldn't even bring myself to escape. I wanted to see how far he'd go with what he just proposed. If this time he would throw caution to the wind and lay his hands on me.

"Say that again, Kailani," he whispered, but I knew he meant every word.

He had called my name a few times and the impact it had had on me those times was unbelievable.

I swallowed, "You wouldn't da-" his lips on mine silenced my words and his hands hurled me closer to his hard body. I gasped at the feeling of his rock-hard c**k hidden underneath his cloth. He pulled back and ran his fingertips over my almost visible nipples and they hardened even more to his touch.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." he moaned, sliding the thin hand of my gown down my left shoulder to reveal the perky n****e to his eyes.

I arched into his hands, biting my lips to conceal a moan. "What stopped you?"

He leaned in and kissed my shoulder down my chest, "Nobility." he mumbled and his hot mouth soon wrapped around my hardened tip to suck on it.

I moaned, my weak legs threatening to give up on me while I fought to keep them up. I needed to keep standing. This felt so good, and I didn't want to lose this moment.

"But you don't want to be noble." I moaned, wrapping my fist in his hair as he flicked his tongue over my sensitive nipple.

"I don't. Not with you, not when you do everything to make me want you." His hand cupped my tits, pushing them together and smirking in satisfaction.

He turned me around and pushed me against his desk. He shoved my head onto the desk and kissed the side of my face, down my neck and slightly exposed back. I heard him drag the seat next to him closer, and he sat. Then he pushed my grey mini gown up and over my bare a*s. I shivered at being exposed to him this way and I tried to get up, but he held me down.

"Stay still," he commanded and as if compelled, I obeyed and even when he withdrew his hand from my hair, I remain with my head on his desk, waiting for what he wanted to do.

"Good girl. You want to be my good girl, don't you?"

I nodded, and I felt a slap on my left cheek, sending pain signals to the rest of my body. My legs quivered, and I fought to stay up.

"Always answer when spoken to, Kailani!" he spoke with a hard tone, but the way my name rolled off his tongue made me moan instead of shivering away in fear. "Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." I groaned.

"Oof, sir, I like that. You're my good girl." he ran his hand over my still painful cheeks and massaged the aching skin there and I moaned out helplessly. "Do you like that when I touch you like this?" "Yes, sir, I do."

He slapped my left cheek harder than he did my right and I groaned in pain, but when his hand came to massage the skin, I began to reap the pleasure.

He ran his finger through my hair, down my back and my hips pushed against him and he slapped my b**t on both cheeks and then inserted a finger into my wet cunt from behind, earning a moan from me.

"I've wanted to spank this little a*s for a while, mistress." He pushed the second finger in and slapped me harder on my right cheek. Tears ran down my face but not from pain, but pleasure.

I never thought being tortured in the hands of a man would please me, but I learnt never to underestimate this man. "Harder! Please harder," I whimpered. "spank me harder, sir. F**k me harder!"

He did, marking the skin of my butt with his large hands, telling everyone who cared to look that my body belonged to him to do as he wished.

"Are you close?" he asked, running his finger down the back of my leg, making the already weak legs quake, then he leaned in and kissed my red and aching cheeks.

"Yes, sir, I'm very close."

"I think you deserve to come. You've been such a good and obedient little girl. Right?"

I bobbed my head on the desk only to realise I needed to verbalise my answers, but before I could do that, a slap landed on my cheeks. My eyes shut and my body tightened, knowing this just pushed me over the edge and I lost all control of my mind and body. I shut down as the o****m swept me away, my legs swaying from having to carry my weight, being spanked and invaded by his fingers at the same time.

Edward's fingers remained buried deep inside me. After my hazy mind cleared, I realised he never stopped, he just slowed down, f*****g me slowly even while I shook and shut down.

His left hand rubbed over my cheeks to soothe my skin even as my werewolf ability kicked in to heal the pain and soreness.

"So beautiful," he mumbled, driving his fingers deeper at a slow pace in me while he kept massaging my b**t over and over, and it didn't take long before I felt my relief build up.

I wanted him to pick up the pace, but he didn't, so I moved my hips, thrusting back into his hands at a pace faster than the one he was going.

"Oof, such a naughty girl, taking matters into your hands." he teased, but I couldn't let him get to me. I needed to reach my second release, and it was all happening faster than expected.

Being the nobleman that he was, he moved his hand over my spot to add to the pleasure and drive me nuts. My hips arched higher, trying to channel the waves of explosive response going through me.

"Come now, mistress," he called to me and, as if under his command, I follow suit.

He pulled me down, and I sat on his lap, not caring that my wetness could smear on his trousers. He slipped his fingers into my mouth and I tasted myself. I moaned, picking and cleaning my c*m off his fingers. "You're so hot." he pulled his hand out to stare at me with alluring eyes.

My face was covered with sweat, making my hair stick to my head. My lips were parted, gasping for air. My chest was rising and falling at an uneven pace. I was a mess, yet he stared at me in awe as if this was the perfect version of me he'd ever seen.

He took my lips between his for a hard and mind-blowing kiss, and as he pulled back, he spoke. "I already called the singers. They should be here in two hours," he said, stroking my hair and tucking it behind my ears.

I raised a brow, still gasping for air, "Then why did you say you forgot?"

He ran his fingertips over my breast, smirking as it harden to his touch. "Well, you're half-naked and still gasping on my legs from cumming two times in a row. That's enough reason," he answered.

I couldn't even get mad at him. This devil had a way of getting what he wants. I couldn't forget that.