The Alpha's Domination (9 page)

The change inside her was instant. He held her chin
even as she made to pull away from him.

“You don’t know that. It will happen soon.”

“Sticking your finger into a steaming cup of liquid
tells me all I need to know. You didn’t make a sound. Last night, you didn’t
respond to my bites. I turned you on, but I didn’t
cause
you pain.”

“I like a lot of pain.”

He stared at her, seeing the denial within her depths,
and the lies spilling from her mouth.

“I don’t know what you like to feel. If you can’t feel
pain then in certain cases, the person starts to feel like they need pain.
You’re not craving pain, Dawn. You’re hunting for it because the idea of not
feeling it scares you.” She stared at him with tears in her eyes. He released
her face and reached down to haul her up into his lap.

Dawn didn’t fight him as he settled her onto his lap.
He wrapped his arms around her body, holding her tight against him so she
couldn’t move.

“We’re going to talk about this, and you’re not going
to argue with me.” He infused his alpha voice as he spoke. She stopped
struggling. The hairs on her arms stood on end letting him know he was winning
their little dispute. He rested a hand on her stomach while the other he placed
on her thigh. “Something happened during your transition. Most young wolves
have a family or a pack that cares about them. They’re nursed during their
transition into their first turning. During that time the body goes through a
lot of stuff. In rare cases, wires get crossed, and something bad happens.” He
was using all of his own knowledge to tell her this. The only reason he needed
the doctor was for him to assess if there was anything they could do to stop
the wires from being crossed. “These bad things turn an ordinary wolf into
someone who can’t process pain. When people find out about their lack of pain
threshold it makes them vulnerable to predators.” He licked his lips. “For you,
you’re a natural submissive, so you’re open to men or women who’d want a toy to
play with. They’re sadists of the worst kind, Dawn.”

He looked to her side and saw the tears glistening in
her eyes. How much had she endured in the last few years before she met him? No
one had looked deep enough to see the need she was suffering.

“Have you dealt with this?”

She gasped and turned her head away.

“Baby, I can’t help you until you tell me the truth.”

“How do you know I’m like this?” she asked, looking at
him. “I didn’t react to the liquid or to your bites, but why does it have to
mean anything?”

“Because you’re
broken a little.
Your wolf is scared to trust you.” He rubbed circles
against her stomach soothing her. “The only reason for your wolf to be scared
is because you’ve put her in a situation that scares her. She doesn’t trust
your judgment, which makes her nervous. It’s why you can’t sense the truth of me
being your mate.” He kissed the side of her neck. “It’s time for you to realize
you can trust me.” He pressed another kiss to her neck. “I’m here to stay, and
no matter what you say, I’m always going to be here. I love you, and you’re not
getting rid of me.” He held her tight against him, showing her the love and
care he felt through touch.

“You’re going to leave,” she said.

“I’m not going to go anywhere. It’s time for you to
share these problems.”

She didn’t talk about her mother or any part of her
past. How far back did this abuse go?

“Where do you want me to start?” she asked seconds
later.

“From wherever
you feel comfortable.”

She stayed silent for several minutes, not talking.
Her heart was racing, and her wolf was pacing in wait.
Calm down, baby. I’m not going to let her go.

“I killed a human male and cleaned the mess up.” The
words were not what he expected and yet they were. She was a wolf, suitable to
be his mate.

“Tell me what happened.” He continued to stroke her
body. “Why did you kill that man?”

“I liked pain, or I thought I liked pain. The guy I
lost my virginity to he wasn’t clean about it or nice. It hurt a little. I
don’t know if it hurt or if it was supposed to hurt.”

“I get it,” he said, kissing her shoulder.

“It was before my transition. I was eighteen, and I
wanted to have sex as a human. I heard that some wolves couldn’t have sex
without turning. If I got a human mate I didn’t want to risk killing him so I
decided to have sex before. There was a little pain, but I didn’t have an
orgasm. That was the last time I ever felt pain.”

He listened to her talk, finally opening up to him.
Her wolf stopped pacing and simply rested, clearly happy that she
was trusting
someone with the truth.

****

“Afterward I thought I needed the pain to get off. I
couldn’t enjoy sex any other way, and so I did a little research and I found
people who felt the same. Before my transition, I could feel pain, and all of a
sudden, it was gone. I figured I had to go looking for it.” Dawn opened up
telling Daniel everything about herself. She’d never thought telling the truth
would make her feel safe, yet it did. “The first BDSM club I went to was for
humans. There were no wolves present. In my father’s pack, there’s no
relationship of this kind. I doubt they even know it exists.”

“You’d be surprised what goes on behind closed doors,
baby. It happens more than you think.” He kept stroking her stomach and thigh,
calming her.

Her wolf was relaxed, happy even.

“You went home with a man?” Daniel asked.

“Yes, he was the first man I went home with. I spent
the weekend with him. He was…” She stopped thinking as the memory crashed over
her. “I don’t know his name. He was disgusting, filthy. He tied me to ropes he
had coming from the ceiling and kept me that way for the time we were together.”
She closed her eyes, reaching down to touch Daniel. The feel of his flesh
calmed her nerves.

“I’m here, Dawn. I’m not going anywhere.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to leave her filled her with
joy.

“He used knives, whips, wax, and sometimes he used
flame. There was no end to what he did. I made the noises suitable even though I
felt nothing, and only when he started to talk about another woman he’d had in
the same spot—” Her mouth went dry at the cruelty of his actions. “He’d killed
another woman in that same spot. I hadn’t smelled it because of all the scented
candles and bleach he used to mop everything up. He talked how he’d tortured
her for days, doing to me what he’d done to her.”

“What happened?”

“My wolf pounced.” She held her hand up for him to
see. “My hand turned into the claws of a wolf. I tore the restraints with so
much ease, and I killed him. I liked it, Daniel. He was a murdering bastard and
had caused so much pain, and I liked causing him pain. I’m not normal.”

He cupped her cheek, turning to her to look at him.
His dark brown eyes stared back at her. “You saved other women. If you’d not
been a wolf he’d have killed you and done it to other women.”

“I spent three days cleaning up the mess and disposing
of the body. For weeks afterwards I thought all I could smell was his blood.
Every second I spent with my pack I thought they knew the truth. No one said
anything, and after a little time passed I went out. Don’t get me wrong. There were
men who tried to give me what I wanted, but it always ended in rejection and
disaster.” She wiped the tears leaking from her eyes.

“How many people did you kill?” he asked.

“I only killed one man.”

“The world is an awful place, Dawn. You’ve been
unlucky to have encountered men who were bad, and didn’t know how to handle
your problem. We’re not all like that.” He caressed her body, soothing her.

“That’s it. I heard about
Kinkster’s
after my last failed relationship, and I met you.”

“There’s only one man on your list?” he asked.

“Yes, isn’t that bad enough?” She sniffled, trying to
wipe the tears away.

“It’s bad, but it’s not as bad as I thought. I don’t
know how you could have thought I’d be repulsed by you.” He kept touching her.
Her wolf relaxed, stretching out as if she needed to sleep.

“You don’t believe in violence.”

“I don’t believe in violence being the only answer. It
doesn’t mean I’ve not struggled in my life before. Taking a life takes part of
us with them, Dawn. The man you’ve taken, he’s with you no matter what kind of
scum he was.”

“I want him to go away,” she said.

“I can’t make him go away.” He turned her so she was
sat on the sofa. “You’ve not talked about your mother. Everything you’ve told
me wouldn’t have affected your ability to feel pain. You had sex before your
transition, and that made you believe you needed pain to get off. You’ve not
talked about her mother or your transition.”

Her mother was always off topic as far as she was
concerned. “I don’t want to talk about my mom.”

Daniel stroked a finger across her lips. He settled
between her thighs, pressing his body on top of hers. Her wolf moaned within
her mind, bowing down to his presence. “How does your pack feel to having me as
your mate?” she asked, changing the subject.

“You finally believe we’re mates now?”

“I can’t deny it. Not many men would put up with what
I’ve put you through.”

He smiled. “We’re mates, and in time you’re going to
see how bonded we are.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers.

She closed her eyes, whimpering as his lips touched
hers. The instant shot of pleasure thrilled her.

“Open your eyes, pet. Your Master demands it.”

Dawn did as he asked, staring into his brown eyes. “My
pack wants me to be happy. Being around you, even with the blue balls you’ve
given me, gives me pleasure.” He rubbed his nose against hers then caressed
down to inhale the scent of her neck. “Do you feel pleasure?”

“What do you mean?” She arched up to his touch,
wanting to touch him.

“Last night, did you orgasm, or was that all a lie?”
he asked.

“No, I feel pleasure. Last night was not a lie. I gave
you everything that I am. I don’t hide from physical feelings. I’ve tried to
feel pain, searched for it, and I always come back disappointed.” She wouldn’t
lie about experiencing her first true orgasm by her mate.

“So we know you can feel pleasure as much as the next
person. That’s good news, baby,
really
good news.” He
sucked on her earlobe, and she gasped as
goosebumps
erupted over her arms. The pleasure was sudden, shocking in the intensity. “The
only problem is your inability to feel pain.”

“Does it really matter?” she asked, missing the feel
of his lips on hers.

“Yes, it matters. I don’t want anyone to have you.
You’re all mine, and I’m a selfish bastard when I want something.” He pushed
some hair off her face. “Do you accept my claim?”

She stared into her eyes. Her wolf waited for her
answer.

“Yes, I accept your claim.”

“Then you know I’m going to have to meet your father
and mother. They’re going to want to know who I am.”

“Do we have to talk about this?” she asked, hating the
thought of him meeting her mother.

“I’m not going to push you. We’re not leaving this
house for some time. You’re going to tell me the truth whether you like it or
not.”

“This isn’t easy for me,” she said, gritting her
teeth. She couldn’t move as he held her tightly, refusing to let her go.

“And you think this is easy for me? For one year you’ve
denied me. I’ve known you were my mate, and you held me back. I’m not going to
let you do it again.” He leaned in and kissed her lips. “You’re my mate, my
submissive, and I’m going to lay my claim to you but only after I’ve met your
family.”

She didn’t want him to meet her mother. Her mother was
awful, vile even.

He thrust his pelvis against her core. “I think it’s
time for that grand tour.” Daniel withdrew from her, and she couldn’t stop the
whimper from leaving her lips. He was torturing her on purpose, she was sure.

“I’m naked, Sir,” she said.

“Good. I like seeing the beauty of my submissive.
You’re truly beautiful, Dawn.” He took her hand within his.

He’s ours as much as we’re his.

“This is one of the sitting rooms.” He picked up the
remote and pointed it at the screen. “Ah, yes, this is the sports room. The
television will only take sports, so no one can complain about what’s on the
television.”

Daniel spent all morning taking her from room to room.
She loved the age of the house. He’d kept a great deal of the original design
and only changed the colors to make them lighter. The details were beautiful as
were the patterns on the ceiling. They moved from room to room, and she was
surprised he even had a cinema room. “There was a time when thirty people lived
here. My father loved to have the pack around. Over time some of the pack died
because of old age and moved away with their mates. I keep everything the same
as I love having the pack around, too.”