A Wolf's Honor

Chapter 8

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵.

My eyes cast downward in regret and fear of him. I watch his shoes shift as he adjusts himself, before grabbing a fist of fur between my ears, yanking up to meet his face.

"You 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 when your master speaks to you. Did you just disobey a 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 fucking order?" Louis accuses. His voice is cold and harsh, eyes intently on my face.

I panic to say anything, my tears betraying my honest emotions once again to the deer.

"I-I don't know.. I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again. I'm so sorry." I choke out, my words caught in my throat.

"Really? You're so fucking sorry? You don't look very sorry to me." He snaps, walking back around behind me.

I jump at his hand that wraps around my sensitive cock, taking a tight grip and making fast strokes around it. My hips buck and squirm to escape.

"This sticky mess sure doesn't seem sorry." He adds and uses his free hand to deal a series of blows my back end.

The tears continue to fall, my toes flexing as my legs tremble.

"Stop! Please, sir! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I won't cum! I'm sorry!" I plead, words jerking around as my breathing becomes irregular from sobs.

"Won't do it again?" He asks. "No. That will never do. If you want to selfishly ignore your masters orders, you will have your fill."

His hand lets go and I hear him stand. His words making my heart race.

"Agata. Call for Free. He will do nicely for this punishment." Louis calls.

𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

I try my best to gather myself and calm down, closing my eyes to avoid future tears.

It's not long before a pair of footsteps is down the hall and coming through the door.

"You called sir?" I hear a familiar voice.

"I'd like you to spend some time with Legosi. He has disobeyed a direct order on the first day. I'd like you to carry out his punishment for preemptive orgasm. Use what you see fit." The deer orders before I hear him sit back down in his chair.

My heartbeat is in my ears and face red with sheer terror.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦.

"Gladly, sir~" He replies.

I feel a hand on the tie around my wrists, yanking me back and off the ottoman. The quick movement makes me almost fall over, unstable.

Without much care for my own ability, the young lion yanks my arm, pulling me from the room.

"I will see he is properly handled, sir!" He chimes and walks me down the hall.

He's disorientating with his fast pace. My own complete nudity is terrifying, being exposed and in the open. The toy inside me still makes my legs clench together. The feeling of being filled by something makes my cock stir.

We head downstairs past the foyer and to what looks like a smaller dinning room. It's cozier looking and direct access to the kitchen, couches back in a corner. A couple of lions are already in there, talking or eating.

𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦?

All eyes glance over at our entrance to the lions household hub. I look to Free in horror to watch him let go and grab a wooden chair, walking it to sit by the fridge in the room. He motions, grinning and shoving me for to sit.