Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 71

Chapter 71 – Ella Gets a Lesson in Catharsis

Ella

Every instinct I possess is telling me to get away from Sinclair as fast as I can, but he catches me around the waist before I can move two feet. I know I’ve made a terrible mistake, and I don’t have any idea where the impulse to strike him came from. I’ve never raised a hand against anyone in my life, and certainly not a man as dangerous as Sinclair – a predator who could snap me up in one bite.

When I’m yanked to a stop in his arms, I panic. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I don’t know what happened.” I exclaim, squirming despite my injuries. He lugs me up against his chest, keeping my body flush against him.

Sinclair emits a dark chuckle, and I realize he hasn’t lost his temper. Far from it, he’s entirely in control, but he’s also not going to let me get away with hitting him. “Tsk, sweet Ella, I know exactly what happened.” He purrs, “but you’re not sorry – not yet anyway.” His lips graze my ear, his deep voice turning my insides to jelly, “But you will be.”

“Dominic please–” I beg, squirming in his arms, desperately trying to free myself from his grasp.

“I warned you, little one. This was your last strike.” He answers co olly, “Now stop wriggling before you hurt yourself.”

At once I’m struck by the difference I feel being trapped in his arms. If one of those rogues had caught me, I would have been too afraid to anger them to risk rebelling. After all, I’ve experienced the dreadful paralysis that occurs when you’re too terrified to fight back against an attacker more than once. Yet I feel no such fear with Sinclair. I know he means to punish me, and yet I feel completely safe.

The ball gown is stripped from my body, and Sinclair settles on the bed, laying my body face down over his lap. “What are you doing?” I whimper, trying to rear up.

free hand traces the curve of my bare bottom. “What do you think I’m doing?” He inquires, sounding

serious!” I protest, “This is

of my thighs swell and

him, hoping he’ll take mercy. “You could hurt the

pups my kind would have died out a long time ago.” Sinclair drawls, ma*saging the tense muscles of my lower back. “Breeding she-wolves need to feel

it seems impossible that I could truly be in this predicament. I’ve known plenty of punishments in my time, but none like this. None from someone who actually cares about me, and none that

of thing!” I insist, trying to ignore the flames engulfing my body. I can feel myself growing wet already, and

to my swollen S**. No, no, no. I think. It’s too embarra*sing! I’m sure I’ve never been this turned on in my life – but what does that say about me? What’s wrong with me that

isn’t fair, you’re not the boss of me!” Why am I still provoking him? Why am I not begging for

up, crying out in protest. I’m sure Sinclair is

feel safer being confined by his strong arms than I did when I was lashing out wildly? He lands another swat, on the opposite cheek this time – spreading the heat over my raised buttocks

naughty child instead of the mother of his baby. The worst part is his deliciously dirty words, telling me what a bad girl I’ve been, scolding me for

control . When his relentless swats finally slow, I catch myself undulating, raising my bottom to meet his hand. With considerable effort, I force myself to still. “Is

now. “But you

want to.” I

okay, I’m going to help you.” Sinclair promises, stroking my

please… I don’t want to cry.” I confess, my

not?” Sinclair asks. “What’s so

– the man just sp anked me, if I can be