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,

protest, “This

apex of my thighs swell and plump with rushing blood. “you’re not a child, which means you should know better

hoping he’ll take mercy. “You could hurt

would have died out a long time ago.” Sinclair drawls, ma*saging the tense muscles of my lower

term from another language. I know exactly what it means, but it seems impossible that I could truly be

insist, trying to ignore the flames engulfing my body. I can feel myself growing

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

trying to jerk out of his reach. “This isn’t fair, you’re not the boss

preparing me for his discipline. When the first swat finally lands, I rear up, crying out in protest. I’m sure Sinclair is only using a fraction of his strength, but it still

legs and beat my fists against Sinclair’s thighs, but he easily restrains me. This is so confusing, how can I 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

someone deeply disturbed would enjoy this. He’s actually sp anking me, like I’m a 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,

I submit to his discipline and let go of my own control . When his relentless swats finally slow, I catch myself undulating, raising my bottom to meet

occasion it would be,” Sinclair shares, sounding resigned now. “But you need to cry, Ella. You need to deal with

I moan, feeling

to help you.” Sinclair promises, stroking my spine. “And afterwards

don’t want to cry.” I confess, my voice very small

“What’s so

can be honest with anyone, it’s him. “I’m afraid if I start I won’t be