Free The Alpha's Punishment by Renee Rose

Damn, he wanted her.
    He’d smelled her arousal when he’d put her in the corner. It had shocked him. He’d just scared her to the point of fainting and then spanked her until her ass turned rosy and she still wanted him? His cock stiffened at the thought. What about this human woman affected him so strongly?
    She shifted her position, pulling her hands away from his leg and moving her feet. She was probably completely cramped in the position in which he’d put her. Her foot tangled with her purse where he’d thrown it on the passenger side floor.
    It took him a moment to realize she was stealthily moving the bag closer to her. He watched, waiting to see what she was up to. She made another shuffling movement and used it to shove the bag up underneath her hands.
    Bile rose in his throat, the wound from her earlier deception still raw. He willed his breathing to stay in control as she rolled her body forward, her face pressing into his leg. Her bound hands dropped into the bag, as if idly hanging there. When they emerged, she clutched her phone.
    He pulled the car over to the side and threw it in park. In a swift motion, he hauled her torso further over his lap and whipped up her skirt.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, snatching the phone from her hand. Yanking her panties into her crack, he landed several hard spanks on her sit spots with it. It was a stretch to reach her backside in the awkward position, but he managed it, punishing her already red bottom while she writhed and squirmed beneath him. She had a wide, thin phone and its plastic case made a satisfying thwap each time it connected with her rosy flesh. “Dammit, Ashley! Was the claustrophobia just a big ruse? Were you just tricking me to earn my sympathy?”
    “No,” she shrieked. “No, it wasn’t a trick. Stop, please. Ouch!”
    “I will stop when I have made my disgruntlement clear.”
    She wriggled over his lap as he continued to spank her. “Ow, stop!” She sank her teeth into his left thigh.
    Rather than anger him, it had the odd effect of making him want to throw her down and fuck her brains out. Female wolves bite and snarl while having sex, and she had just flipped a switch in him. His vision domed and his teeth sharpened with the need to mark her. He leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes and breathing deeply to regain control.
    She didn’t take the pause in spanking as a victory, huddled tense and still on his lap. “I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice.
    He didn’t open his eyes. “Who were you going to call?” he asked in a tired voice.
    “No one. I just need my phone… in case they call.”
    Irritation cut through his arousal, bringing him back to his rational self. “Did you think I wouldn’t let you answer it? Setting up a new meeting is key to me figuring out who the hell is behind this.”
    Her little hands pawed at his jeans, plucking the fabric. “Sorry,” she said in a small voice. “I didn’t know.” After a moment of silence, she said, “I was thinking I might text them.”
    “Blindfolded?”
    “Well, getting the blindfold off was my next problem.”
    He made a growling sound. “What were you going to text?”
    “Something like, I still have the laptop and I want my sister. ”
    He handed her the phone and pulled up the blindfold by an inch. “Go ahead.”
    She texted the words and showed him first before hitting send. He took the phone from her and put it in his pocket, then pushed the blindfold back in place. “You don’t move without my permission, understand?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    He sighed and started the car back up.
    “What about my sister?”
    “We’ll find her,” he said.
    She pushed herself up, her elbow going into his erection.
    “Ouch.” He jerked and pulled her back down to the original position. “Stay.”
    “Woof.”
    He almost smiled at that. Damn, she really tweaked him. He let himself touch her hair again, telling himself it was only to move