I was never the type of girl to go crazy. The way females were treated today, it made some afraid and some want to break free of the restraints forcefully put around us.

There was this girl called Clara in my class a few years ago, she was tall and blonde and the definition of a rebellious female. We were only fourteen and she was already refusing to follow any rules she did not agree with. She came to school with bright red lips and her school skirt way above her knees. She walked with a sway in her hips and winked at us when we gawked. She would take any punishment they gave her and still show up to school with her red lips and short skirt. Everybody knew her. Everybody wanted to be her.

Until suddenly they didn't.

When we were sixteen, a man came to the class. He was tall and lean. He looked at us all sternly,our heads immediately snapping down. Clara refused. She said she would not bow to someone she did not know nor respect. I can still remember the glint in the man's eyes as he looked at her. The class had their heads slightly up looking at the scene unfold. He wasn't much older than us, maybe eighteen years old

"If you will not obey me,I will take you with me,my little mate" he spoke,his voice was deep,full of authority.

Clara stayed silent, staring at him, daring him to do something. From my view, I could see that her fisted hands were shaking. It was something I always noticed, how she would always fist her hands in class and when she came to school, I just assumed it was from anger at the rules. Now I'm not so sure. She was the type that was brave, wanted to prove that she was never afraid and she most definitely was not afraid of men.

Finally she spoke "I won't go with you. You can beat me and chain me down but I will still fight against you so you're better off not wasting your time, buddy." she stared him in the eyes as she spoke,her voice dripping with venom.

He laughed darkly at her in response, stalking over to her, he ripped her from her chair and threw her over his shoulder. He ignored her fist pounding on his back, her threats. He nodded at the teacher before calmly leaving with her screaming.

The class sat stunned. Clara was a legend in school. Now she was gone. Ms. Dawson shook her head sadly, her eyes showing her disapproval. It wasn't that she disagreed with how Clara was taken, it was that she thought Clara had acted the wrong way. She wanted her to bow down to her mate and offer him everything she had.

A few weeks after she was taken, her best friend, Leah, was publicly punished for Clara's misbehaviour. Clara sat at the front,forced to watch. I could see something break in her that day, the fight leave her body as she watched her friend be punished for her actions. Leah was small and shy, refusing to say anything bad about anyone, even the male wolves.

The people who knew Leah watched the punishment happen, heard her cries of pain that she couldn't hold in. We all felt something break inside of us that day. Especially Clara.

She behaved from then on, eventually loving her mate, a pack warrior. Most females had the same ending. Mates would sometimes be kind and compassionate, treating their mates right and earn their love and trust. Other mates would use them however they wanted to use their mates and wait until the mate bond was strong enough to create love.

I thought about this as I lay in bed beside my mate. Clara had given me the confidence to ask my father to become a vegetarian and to keep fighting for it. My father agreed the day of Leah's punishment, I think even he had his limits when it came to punishments.

Fresh rain and the Forrest. That's what he smelled like. When it rained in the summer and covered the grass, the trees. That's what he smelled like. I inhaled deeply and sighed. I shifted uncomfortably underneath his heavy arm. I needed to pee. Badly.

I tried to squirm and wiggle out of his hold but he had me pinned under his arm. I tried to unsuccessfully pry his arm off of me but it wouldn't budge. His arms had tightened around my waist and was putting more pressure on my stomach. I was going to wet the bed if he didn't let go soon. I was going to have to wake him.

I lifted my hand to tap his shoulder and hesitated. What if he got angry? He'll be angrier if I wet the bed. Which would be humiliating. I cringed at the thought.

I tapped his shoulder gently. Nothing. I tapped harder. Nothing. Shaking his shoulder hard,I glanced at him. Nothing.

It felt like the pee was going to be let loose any second now. With a new sense of urgency I shook him a bit harder ,his arm never once loosening its hold on my waist. I poked his face. Nothing. Running my hands through his hair, I pecked his lips. It worked. He growled and pulled me closer trying to deepen the kiss but I just squealed and struggled harder.

"I really need to pee and you're squeezing me and it's really not helping." I squeaked out. He growled once again before picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. He put me on the the toilet seat and waited.

"Can you at least step back a bit please?" I sputtered. He stared at me blankly. Face redder than a tomato, I did my business and cringed as I wiped myself in front of him. This was way too fast, way too soon. I stood up, flushed and washed my hands.

He picked me up as soon as I was finished and walked us back to the bed. He pulled me back to his chest and nuzzled my neck, letting out a small growl of approval. I stayed, feeling awkward as he smelled me. We stayed like that before he got up. I went to get up as well but he just scooped me up.

"I can walk ." I said but at the look he gave me, added a hasty "If you want."

"No. My wolf wants you near or to be inside of you and I know you are still very sore from yesterday," at his mention of being sore, I registered the ache that seemed to spread to my whole body. I was definitely in no state for another round. We had had enough of that yesterday.

I nodded silently and stayed quiet until we reached the kitchen. He adjusted me so I was on his hip. I gritted my teeth as I wrapped my arms around his neck. This was so embarrassing, I am seventeen years old not seven. I remained silent as he sorted through the fridge pulling out egg, bacon and beans.

I looked at the bacon warily. Did me waking him up count as misbehaving? I bit my lip as he started to make breakfast, finally setting me on a chair so I wouldn't get burned. He had me close enough that he could reach back and touch me if he wanted to. His hand stayed on my hip, my thigh, held my hand as he cooked.

He put a plate filled with scrambled eggs ,beans and a fried egg in front of me. I released a sign, relived.

"Thank you." I murmured. He picked me up, putting me on his hip before walking into a different room with a long table in the centre. The room had a gold theme, with gold tapestries and gold furniture. Dominic sat down, placing me on his lap and began to feed me. I was full after only eating the eggs but he growled at me, warning me. I ate the rest, feeling like my insides were going to spill out to make room for the food. I blinked in confusion noticing that his food was all gone as well, how had he eaten that so fast? He was so busy treating me like a damn two year old to eat.

He stood up with me still in his arms and walked upstairs. I was starting to get a little annoyed at his constant need to carry me. He walked into an office and sat down with me on his lap.

"I need to do some work,I'll be finished in a few hours. Stay still" with that said,he began working.

Stay still? How was I supposed to stay still in his lap for 'a few hours'? I sighed and tried to stay still,occasionally shifting into a more comfortable position.

Minutes turned into hours until he was finally finished. He nuzzled my neck and growled lowly.

"Let's go take a bath." he said lowly, nibbling on my ear. I nodded,in a daze. His touch was distracting me, keeping me away from reality and into my own world filled with endless possibilities and positions..

I moaned against his neck, pushing my chest into him. To hell with regret. I wanted him again. I knew I would be in a lot of pain tomorrow for this but my mind was caught up with images of us together to care. He sat me on his desk, his lips claiming mine in a heat filled kiss. He spread my legs, standing in between them as he began to slowly unbutton my shirt. Teasing me. I grinded against him, trying to create more friction.

My shirt fell to the floor, leaving me naked under his gaze. I felt shyness creep up again but tried to remain confident. His eyes swept over me, darkening as they met my own. His obvious approval and lust made heat grow inside me.

"All mine," he growled.

He was still fully clothed and , realising this, ripped his clothes until he stood in front of me in all his naked glory. He stood tall, without a single doubt on his face or any insecurities. I vaguely wondered if he cared what I thought about how he looked. Did I affect him as much as he affected me? He began trailing light kisses between my breasts, sucking and biting the skin. I felt his erection rub against me and moaned.

Tentatively, I reached up and took him in my hand. He stilled and remained frozen as I began to move my hand up and down. I watched him curiously as he groaned. Feeling confident I slid off the desk and onto my knees. He was too tall for me to reach him when he was standing up so he sat down. I looked at his erection in fascination. How on Earth did that thing fit inside of me?

Squaring my shoulders, I looked at it with determination. I could do this. Pre cum leaked from the tip as I moved my hand slowly up and down his length. He hardened in my hand. I eyed the pre cum and wondered what it tasted like.

With that thought in mind, I placed his tip into my mouth. Flicking my tongue across the tip and tasting the salty flavour. It wasn't too bad, not my favourite flavour but I could get through it. Groaning, he weaved his hands through my hair. I began to take his length in slowly, cautiously. I felt him hit the back of my throat and gagged.

"Relax, it'll be easier." He said, his voice was strained. I peeked up at him, the veins along his neck were sticking up and his jaw was clenched. As if he was holding himself back. I relaxed my mouth and tried to take him in deeper, using my hand to stroke what my mouth physically could not take in.

He seemed to get harder and heavier, I kept going. He tensed and suddenly he was spilling himself into me. His hands pulled at my hair as he released. I tried to swallow as much as I could but it was like trying to drink a large smoothie in one go. It slid out of my mouth and down onto my neck. I let him out of my mouth and looked at his , surprisingly still hard, member smugly.

Growling he picked me up causing me to let out a surprised squeak as he dropped me onto the table, quickly covering me with his own body. He licked up my neck before covering my mouth with his. Our tongues danced together before he finally pulled away, kissing his mark on my neck. I shivered.

"Was that your first time?" he was looking down at me, his eyes containing a feral gleam. The bastard already knew the answer, I could tell, he just wanted me to admit it.

I nodded in response and he growled back.

"Good." He grinned down at me before positioning himself in between my legs. "I'm going to try and go slow so you won't be in as much pain. I can't make any promises though." He kissed me on the lips as he slowly entered me. The ache returned and I tried to concentrate in his lips and not the pain. Soon the pain was replaced by pleasure and he slowly began to move inside of me at my low moan. He whispered dirty things into my ear mixed with appraisal for my excellent blow job. I arched my back up towards him and ,taking my hint, he began to massage my breasts. After a few minutes I felt myself on the edge.

"Hold on for just a moment longer, love." I moaned loudly and tried to follow his orders. I could do this. He started going faster "Now." I broke apart,floating into pure bliss as he too reached his peak. I fell back onto the desk, out of breath. .I felt a twitch inside of me and groaned.

How much stamina did this man have? He smirked down at me and kissed my lips. "You will be too sore if we keep going tonight so we wont do anything else tonight."

"Thank you." I murmured. I snugged closer to him and breathed in his scent. He kissed my hair. We laid there for I don't know how long before he stood.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat." I put my hand in his and waked beside him down to the kitchen.