The Challenge Two Alphas, One Girl

Chapter 24: b**m with a Beast

Friday’s POV

I could feel Maze trailing his fingers along my folds, parting them gently. I braced myself. I felt Maze’s tongue lick a broad strip of my vulva.

“Oh! Maze!” I moaned. He pinched my inner thigh, making me squeal. “Sorry, Daddy,” I cried quickly realising my mistake.

“That’s one,” he said. “One what?” I asked, confused. “Daddy?” I quickly added. I could not see him but I could picture him smirking, his grey eyes bright and filled with mischief.

“One spanking on your delicious tight little bum when I flip you over. Every time you do something wrong I’ll add one. When the day is almost over, you’ll be spanked, little Princess,” Maze said, his voice raspy and deep.

I bit my lip. My flower was weeping. I hoped he would comfort me and baby me after the spanking.

Maze breathed me in. He half-buried his nose in me. I shivered as his tongue found my entrance. He entered me with his tongue, darting it in and out while using his fingers to caress my clit in a circular motion. I moaned and arched my back. I instinctively rocked my hips against his face. Maze had me gripped by the hips so I could not wiggle away from his torturous tongue. He began sucking and licking my clit. My thighs were over his strong shoulders and his face was nestled between my thighs. He took my entire vulva into his hot large mouth. I saw stars underneath the blindfold. He very carefully prodded my tight back opening. I heard a squirting g sound then he put something cold between my butt cheeks. I sighed as he used his index finger to pump my anus while he continued eating me out. I lost it. I came, drenching his handsome face in my juices. He lapped them up eagerly.

Maze slid the blindfold off and pressed his lips to mine. I tasted myself on him. I remained tied up. He had a small black notebook with him. He was grinning at me.

“What is that Sir?” I asked curiously.

He seemed regretful that he mentioned using the term sir at all.

“It’s a list of your transgressions,” he said smirking. They were all trumped up charges, some completely fabricated by Maze. Some were real like my skimpy grey outfit.

Maze was looking at me hungrily again. I wriggled about to get my scent to waft towards him on. Maze fidgeted uncomfortably but I could sense he was aroused. Before I knew it, he was back between my legs, making me scream his name and arch my back all over again. The blindfold was on again. I felt Maze’s lips moving against mine and I eagerly moved mine, matching his movements. Maze groaned into my mouth. Our breath mixed and mingled. I sighed happily. My wrists and ankles were becoming a little sore.

“It’s time for your punishment, Princess,” murmured Maze, bending down to lick my would-be marking spot.

“Ok,” I said breathlessly.

I smirked, “I don’t know,” I said, grinning, shrugging defiantly. “Hmm that’s twelve,” said Maze. “What?! We’re up to two!” I protested. “Not when you count past misbehaviour,” said Maze sternly.

I bit my lip as Maze untied me and flipped me over to lie on my tummy. The cool air hitting my back felt nice. He retied my limbs. “Don’t forget your safe word,” said Maze softly as he kissed the nape of my neck and the space between my shoulder blades. I was blindfolded still. Maze was kneading my bottom, continually massaging it. I groaned.

“You have a lot of tension here, Princess,” he murmured. “Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Daddy,” I replied. I could feel the displaced air as Maze raised and lowered his hand with just enough force to make my butt cheeks quiver at the impact of the smack. I squealed and

my core moistened itself. It did not actually hurt. The second smack made me clamp my thighs together as it was arousing me. The third gave me a mini-orgasm. I groaned. Maze massaged my butt cheeks, seemingly worried, misunderstanding my groan.

“Just say your word and we’ll stop Princess,” he murmured, his mouth pressed against my butt cheeks. He had started to plant kisses on them in between smacks. 1 “Keep going, Daddy,” I insisted.

By the time we were at six, he had his face between my butt cheeks and his tongue darting in and out of my behind. I wriggled a lot. He put a stop to my movements with the seventh smack. I moaned. He squeezed my cheeks making me whimper. He playfully nipped at me. I squealed and he laughed. That last five to make the dozen were much lighter. I could tell my bum would probably be a little pink and he was worried. Maze had introduced me to a kink I did not know I had. I liked to be spanked. He untied me and I went limp in his arms. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“You all right, Princess?” He asked as he carried me to the bathroom.

“Mmmhmm,” I said, nodding. “Yes, Daddy.”

He chuckled. He ran us a warm bubble bath. He lathered and massaged my skin until I was putty in his hands. I crashed my lips against his, tangling my fingers in his hair. Maze washed me off and helped me get dressed for dinner even though we would be having it in his room again. The food was delicious as always and when I was done stuffing my face, Maze carried me bridal style back to my room. I rubbed the huge bulge straining against his pants as he lay me down to sleep, realising I did not get a chance to please him today.

“It’s almost midnight, Baby. See you on the day after tomorrow, Princess,” he promised, grabbing my hand and kissing each fingertip.

I nodded, yawning, and soon fell asleep. Maze’s POV

My beautiful little Friday had done exceptionally well today. I was so proud of her. I was not expecting her to be comfortable with my kinks and I was prepared to forgo the whole exercise if she protested but Friday was full of surprises. I watched her drift off to sleep. I sighed. I still thought often about that night when I rejected her. I wished I had not acted so hastily. Now, I was fighting for Friday. I could not imagine losing her. It had hit me recently how miserable my father must have been. Being so close to his mate all those years but not being able to actually be with her must have been torture. It made sense to me why he could never really be a good husband to my mother. He was a hostage in a sense, under duress for the duration of the marriage. I kissed

“Sleep dreams, Luna,” I whispered.