Jason's POV

　　"Undress!" I commanded, slamming the door to my bedroom shut with such force the walls around us shook violently in protest. 

　　"Mmm, I hope you greet me like that every time you come home!" Kayla teased playfully; I could feel the ripples of pleasure shooting through her as she sashayed across the room to greet me. However, I wasn't in the mood for cute or sassy! 

　　"Not in the mood, Kayla! Clothes off!" I ordered a second time, unable to hide the irritation of asking her twice. 

　　"You hardly asked!" Archer debated with me, pissing me off further. 

　　"I shouldn't have to!" I hurled at my wolf, unwilling to discuss this further; he was meant to be on my side! "She is my mate!"

　　"She is not a damn object; she still has feelings, you know? You're treating her like a damn whore!" Archer snarled, his mood darkening.

　　"Don't you fucking start too! If I want to treat her like a damn whore I will! She is my property now!" 

　　"Yeah! Let's see how far that gets you, shall we!" He spat angrily before retreating out of reach, wanting no part of tonight. The second she was within reach, my hands gripped her hips roughly, my expression hardening on her petite features. 

　　"Now!" I demanded a third time, bruisingly digging my nails into her hips before pushing her away coldly. I didn't need the mate bond to know she was confused by my temper and rage towards her. However, her natural positive outlook outweighed her confusion, and she obeyed, slipping off the straps to her pretty white babydoll letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of silk at her feet.

　　"As you wish, baby!" She purred, reaching out to stroke her fingers up my arms tenderly. Archer hummed at her touch, but my eyes narrowed on her dark features and raven hair. 

　　"I've never noticed how much you look like your brother!" I ground out through gritted teeth, "How have I never seen that before!" 

　　"You think?" She grinned, rubbing her hand down the hollow of her throat past the sweet spot where my mark lay, provocatively teasing across the tops of her tits. Twisting one of her nipples in her fingers, moaning seductively. Archer wined in the back of my head, desperately wanting to feel me take those dark nipples into my mouth! 

　　"I don't recall seeing him with these." She coaxed, trying to appease my bad mood with her delights.

　　"If he keeps eating that shit, he will!" I mused, watching her fingers trail down over her tight stomach, her defined abs contracting under her ever-soft touch. 

　　"You're so tense tonight, baby; let me help you!" She purred huskily. The way she was grinning at me got my back up, like she knew she had already won this game between us! She thought she could get me under her thumb with a simple flash of her tits and a seductive smile? If so, she was seriously mistaken! 

　　And I intended to show just how wrong she was! We went at my pace; I was in charge! Not her or her pathetic brother! 

　　Not now, not ever! 

　　Stroking my fingers over her ribcage, across the strong planes of her back, I smirked recklessly, feeling her relax under my 'loving' touch. 

　　"Isn't this better than being angry?" She whined blissfully, evidently enjoying the kisses I had started to press against her ear. 

　　"You want to help me?" I asked dangerously, my lips nipping at my mark, sucking on the sensitive skin there, knowing it would send unrivalled pleasure coursing through her body. 

　　"Yes," She whimpered breathlessly. 

　　"Good! Then turn." She did, and I smiled at her obedience. 

　　"Bend over the bed and spread your legs!" I commanded firmly; seeing her eyes widen, her arousal and temptation passed through our bond. This wasn't an unusual request; we both knew that under each corner of the mattress were restraints and a drawer full of toys behind me that we had used many times. 

　　I knew it was the harshness of my tone that she was having difficulties with! Regardless she did as I asked, and after years of being my bedmate, we knew each other perfectly well. I knew her limits! Perhaps it was the fact her brother had pissed me off, maybe it was the fact I wanted to push her away, but all care for those limits disappeared, seeing her nervously do as I bid. Bending over the bed, her legs parting as I had asked, showing me how wet that pretty little cunt I owned was. 

　　But that wasn't what I was interested in tonight. 

　　Picking up the soft white nightdress she had dropped to the floor, I grasped her hands, pinning them behind her back, and used the white silk to tie them together. 

　　"You have a wolf now, Kayla, you can break loose of this if you want to, but I suggest you don't! Do you understand?" I asked sternly, grinning as her head nodded slowly. 

　　Walking beside her, I gave her tight ass a squeeze, feeling through the bond that her nervousness was slowly turning into lust, running my hand over her trimmed pussy. I tried to slip a finger between her lips, but she squirmed across the bed, making my fingers miss their target.

　　"I see you've got too much range of motion. I've got a better way of keeping you still." I announced devilishly, giving her a hard swat on the ass, loving the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Heading over to my dresser, I returned with a big dildo attached to a short metal arm that, in turn, was attached to a metal crossbar with screw clamps on both ends. 

　　I positioned the device between the back of her shaky legs, with the end of the dildo almost touching Kayla's pussy. Tightening the straps and clamps on the crossbar to her legs, I reached for the restraints that hid under each side of the bed and firmly attached them to her thighs, keeping her secure.

　　With Kayla's legs firmly spread, I unscrewed a couple of knurled knobs on the arm and moved the dildo up against Kayla's pussy lips. She tried to squirm away, but I wrapped one arm around her waist, and with an iron grip, I pressed her against the padded bed so she couldn't move. 

　　"Baby, wait." She pleaded softly. 

　　"I thought you wanted to help improve my mood!" I coaxed, grinning triumphantly, seeing her nod, pressing the tip of the dildo firmly against her cunt. Her lips parted, and the huge dildo slowly sank into her tight cove until it bottomed out against her cervix. Tightening the knobs firmly, I stepped back to observe my handy work.

　　Kayla screamed loud and long, surging forward to try to get it out of her, but the straps at her thigh held her waist firmly against the bed, trapping her on the intruder. It was fat and long, and I hadn't bothered to put any lube on it, so I knew it would feel like a rod of pure fire being shoved up her. I could feel through our bond that it hurt her more than she was letting on, but that was not my concern.

　　"That should help you learn to obey and not make me repeat myself three times!" I spat as I sat back down in a chair opposite the bed. "And it'll make you stop squirming all over the place." I watched her for a few minutes as she fought to regain control of herself, tears of pain rolling down her face. I knew I should care, but I didn't! 

　　Something in me wanted to break her, so break her, I would!