You and Scott had been arguing all the way home about Derek being "all over you" as Scott put it
The claim was out right stupid — Derek was nothing more than a mentor to all of you, to think that he'd be into you when he knows you're with Scott is outrageous
"scott, come on, get over yourself! It's nothing like that!"
But no matter how you plead your case, Scott was still convinced other wise you decided to drop it until you got home, where the argument just continued from where it left off
"you know what, fine. Maybe he is into me, but I bet he would fuck me better than you ever have!" You didn't really know what
But it was too late
Scott's eyes darken and flash the bright red tint of his alpha eyes as he clenches his fist
"oh I'll show you who can fuck you better." Scott growls and picks you up
he throws you down on the bed and gets out the handcuffs and stripes your clothes off before cuffing you to the bed
"Fuck Scott please, we already know that you and only you can fuck me good. Please I didn't mean it!"
"doesn't sound like it." he growls again and spreads your legs, delving into you
"you know what, I bet you're such a slut that you would go and fuck him," he growls.
you moan out and tug at the cuffs
"not one sound." he warns, hand clasping around your neck tightly before he lets go and goes back to eating you out - mouth sucking greedily at your clit, knowing for a fact that he's the only one who can do this to you
before you had the chance to cum, he backs away
"Scott, please!" you beg.
and he'd be edging you all night, denying your orgasm until he felt you deserved it.
He uncuffs you, flipping you roughly on your hands and knees
He doesn't waste much time spanking your ass, the sensation feeling like fire on your skin
"oh come on, you can do better than that, scotty," you tease, wanting to get a rise out of him
"of course you want more, you dirty little slut. Tell me, what exactly do you want Derek to do to you?"
"i want him to absolutely wreck me."
He slaps your ass again, this time, a lot harder than before
He leans over your back, his hand wrapping around your throat and pulling you up roughly to his chest
"bad girls don't deserve to be treated nicely."
