Back and Better book

Chapter Twenty Three *First Scene"

Amira POV

"Do you know what a brat means among doms?" Christian asks. I look at him, wide eyed. I don't really know anything about b**m.

He steps forward, kneeling down in front of me. I would never admit it, but the feeling of being trapped is a massive turn on.

"It's defined as somebody who talks back to their Dom, but in this case it's a naughty, naughty girl. A girl who likes to talk back. A girl who gets disciplined, and who'll love it."

I'm practically shaking with both excitement and anxiety. I haven't gotten super kinky with any of the boys yet. Christian turns.

"I don't think she's ready to have us both at once." He says, running his hand over my knee and starting to edge closer to the towel.

"Agreed. Do you want first or second?" Damon responds. While they're negotiating, all I can feel is the sensation of Christian's hand up and down my leg. Christian turns to me, staring into my eyes. "I'll go first." "Fine by me. Have fun" Damon says with a chuckle before walking out, leaving me with the big bad wolf. "Baby girl, you are as naughty as they come." I bite my lip. I really don't mind the idea of getting punished, and I trust Christian not to push me too far.

"Yeah? What are you going to do about it?" I taunt, pulling confidence out of thin air. Christians eyes darken and he stands before ripping off my towel, causing me to gasp and move to cover my body.

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't cover yourself. Show me what's mine." I blush, wanting to move my arms, but also feeling insecure. "Okay, little brat. If you won't follow my order, I'll do it for you."

Christian slowly removes my hands from covering my body, and I don't fight him. I want this. Want this more than anything.

"Before we proceed I'll go over basic safe words. Now, the standard ones are green, yellow, and red. You are permitted to use the words at any time, though I will check in with you periodically. Green means good to go. It's when you're in a willing, comfortable, and happy place. Yellow is when we're in edgy territory, and it's kind of a caution for me to be careful. Red means full stop. As soon as you say this word all activity will cease until we thoroughly touch base and decide whether to keep going or end. Do you understand?"

I nod. "Words, baby." "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Next, I'll briefly discuss the structure of a scene with me. It normally starts out light. Kissing, light teasing then we progress to the bondage side of things. Afterwords will come the warmup into a main activity. So if it's discipline, a light spanking. Pleasure, a little bit of teasing. Then, main events. And once the scene is done, aftercare. This will encompass communication and meeting your needs. Scenes can be physically and psychologically exhausting, especially with experienced doms. Does this all make sense?"

I'm completely eager to jump in and see what this s*x god has planned for me. "Yes, sir." "Good girl. If you obey, I reward. If you disobey, I punish. Clear?" I bite my lip. "Yes, sir." I want to be punished, and rewarded. I want to experience it all. "Good. What's your color, Amira?" He must be referring to safe words, making sure I'm okay before starting.

Swifter than I can comprehend, Christian sits on the bed and pulls me over his lap. His hand comes down on my ass with a hard and authoritative whack.

*Ow! What in the f-" Christian cuts me off with another spank.

"Here's what's going to happen. I am going to spank you ten times, and you are going to count. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." "Good girl." His hand flies through the air and lands on my ass, causing me to wince but also... enjoy it. "One." He steadily increase pressure, until by the tenth I'm letting out yells. 'Ten." I whisper. Christian flips me around so that I'm straddling him, and strokes my hair. "Good girl." Christian lowers me onto the bed, and leaves the room for a moment, returning with a few knots of rope,

"These are enchanted to withstand magical powers, so don't try to burn them. Don't be shy with your safeword. What color are you at right now?" "Green, sir."

Christian proceeds to tie all of my limbs to the bed, before positioning himself at my entrance, and slamming in. I gasp in both pain and pleasure. An Alpha's size is ginormous, and my mates are no exception. I don't know for sure about Erebus, but he is an Alpha.

As Christian pounds into me at a relentless pace I feel myself building... building... building "Oh s**t, I'm gonna-" "Hold it Christian growls, increasing his pace. I gasp, tensing up as much as I can to push off my orgasm. "Christian, please!"

*******g hold it!" he snaps, but I know he's getting close. His hands travel to my breasts, where he squeezes the mounds and roughly tugs my n*****S. "PLEASE!" I yell, knowing I seriously can't hold off past another ten seconds. Christian reaches down with a hand and starts to play with my clit.

"Come."

Oh, I do. I come so f*****g hard that I shake as I ride out my orgasm. Christian comes at the same time as me, spilling himself inside me. When he pulls out, he slowly begins to untie me. Once he's done, he cradles me. My body is psychologically and emotionally exhausted.

"What color, baby?" "Green" I sigh out, content in his arms. "What do you need?"

I swallow, realizing that my mouth is dry. "Water, please." Christian carefully slips out from under me, leaving me laying on the bed, before coming back with a glass of water.

"You did so well, Mira." I smile. "Thank you, sir." Christian cuddles up next to me in bed, and I can't help but slip into a blissfully deep sleep. If a scene leads to sleep this incredible every time, I need to do it more often.