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Jazz POV: **

I knew what I was doing when I put on the dress I wore today. My aim was to get August hot and bothered. I like it. I like the pleasure I get from the punishments he gives me. West, on the other hand, treats me sometimes like if he goes too deep inside of me, he will break me. He won't, and he needs to learn that sooner or later.

I stood in the middle of the bedroom. I felt him circling me with possessiveness flowing from him. My body feels hot, and my pussycat is so wet I am dripping down my legs. I know he can smell my arousal. He rips the back of my dress open, then rips the rest of my dress off as I gasp and have a mini-orgasm.

He has no idea that, for the past three months, I have been waiting to see his dominant side. Every time we had sex, I could tell he was holding back, trying not to hurt me. Little does he know how much I can take. When he asked me what my punishment should be without thinking, I said, "a spanking.".

"How many strikes do you think you deserve?"  His voice sounds so sexy.

"Since it is my first time getting punished, I would think four strikes will suffice,"  I said, looking at the floor.

"Then four it is,"  he says with a smirk.

"Get on the bed. Get on all fours; I want you to face down ass up."  His demanding tone is making it hard for me to keep my heart from jumping out of my chest. I do as I am instructed. I felt him behind me, and my pussy started to throb.

"The safe word is Zebra,"  he whispers in my ear. "After every swat, you count understood.

"Yes,"  I say.

He grabs my hair then smacks my ass and says, "Yes, what?"  he asks aggressively.

"Yes, Beta,"  I whispered, trying hard not to cum.

SMACK! on my right ass, "OONE BETA."

SMACK! on the same asscheek "TWO BETA"

"Good girl, what color, babe?"  he asked.

"Green,"  I say, trying so hard to hold my orgasm that is brewing to explode.

SMACK! He switched to the left ass cheek, "THREE BETA."

"Last one, babe, what color?" he asked with a little worry.

"Green," I said one second from cumming.

SMACK! "FOUR BETA......FUUCCCKK, I say as my eyes roll back and I come hard, then fall face first.

"Babe, what color?"  West asked while rubbing my ass.

"Green,"  I say.

"You did good, babe. You took your punishment like a pro,"  he said. Little did he know.

"Now it is time for your reward,"  he said, and my heart jumped slightly.

He slowly turned me over, and I knew he was nowhere near finished with me. He gets on the bed and rubs his thumb against my sensitive neck. He knows how to please me and does it well.

I might be crazy, but I love when he teases me. I love when he shares control with August. But I know he is holding back. So, me being me, I do small stuff to help him lose control a little. I pulled back from him a little bit. And it caused him to growl.

"Don't ever pull away from me," he says as he grips my thighs tighter and pulls me closer to him.

My moans came out as a scream while he plucked my g-spot and blew on my pussycat. The pain mixed with pleasure felt amazing. He put his mouth on my pussycat and growled.

The vibration in my pussycat with him plucking my g-spot sent me on edge. My legs started shaking, and my lower half lifted on its own. And I came hard, so hard that my cum shot out of me and onto his face.

"Color?" he asked.

"Yellow,"  I reluctantly say.

Shit; the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. I don't know how much I can take before I black out. I see him get off the bed and grab a leather rope from the nightstand.

After the first two orgasms, I was ready to tap out. My body was screaming red when he asked me what color. My spirit was telling me not to tap out. If I am going to spend the rest of my life with him, I need to push my limit to keep him satisfied.

He is a wolf, and they are sensual beings. Once he hogtied me, I was at his mercy and loved every minute of it. The strokes he was giving me had me drooling. The stroke he was giving me did feel different. I guess he was holding back; I felt overly full this time. And if I had to talk, I would have been speaking in tongues.

West pinched my clitter, causing me to cough again. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body shook. He growled in approval. Like all shifters, he takes pride in making me cum multiple times. But judging by the next growl he did, it tells me that he is nowhere near done with me.

We reached our climax together; I saw a white light. No man nor shifter had made me feel so satisfied and fulfilled. When he asked what color, I kept my eyes shut and told him yellow. The spirit is willing, but the body is unwilling.

I wonder if anyone has ever died from pleasure. Yeah, I know people have died from heart attacks and/or strokes during sex. But I wonder if someone has ever died from too many orgasms.

I couldn't open my eyes, because if I looked at him, I would have screamed RED. I heard him chuckle as if he knew I was lying. The moment he placed my body on the bed, I went limp and straight to sleep in his arms as he nuzzled my neck and inhaled my scent.