Ash was curving his spine and pushing his hips back like a porn star, the only difference for him was that he wasn’t faking the filthy sounds falling from his mouth into the pillows beneath him. His thoughts were being blended into mush from the pounding he was taking, now his brain was filled with nothing but wet smacking noises and the grunts of his mate.

“Aaah! Aaah! Aaaaaaaah!” Ash moaned in time with the powerful thrusts.

When Malachai scored a critical hit on his prostate Ash actually screamed. Screamed. His eyes flew open fully in shock at the sound.

“Don’t you dare cum, Ash.”

Ash could only cry out helplessly in response, his legs were shaking and his abdominal muscles were clenching.

“I’m serious, you cum and you’re going straight over my knee.” And yet he continued to pound into him, hitting that spot so hard and so fast, Ash couldn’t cope with the over-stimulation.

It wasn’t his fault. It felt too good. Malachai was making him feel too good.

With a loud and broken high-pitched howl that made Malachai’s dick throb so hard he felt it inside of him, he came. For a moment he genuinely thought the pleasure had turned him blind.

“That’s it.” Malchai growled, “I’m gonna put you over my knee and spank you so fucking hard, I’m gonna spank you till you cry those big ploppy tears that make you look so fucking adorable.” his hips never faltering as he spoke.

Ash couldn’t reply except in gasps as Malachai hammered into him with renewed force, sending his brain thumping against his skull. He clawed at the sheets, desperate for a handhold to brace himself against the raw power of his mate.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Malachai grunted.

He was stuttering in his tempo, climax drawing him in.

Ash made a pathetic whining sound and buried his head into the pillow in shame. His mate gave three more half-thrusts and filled him with a long and husky groan.

When he pulled out he slumped onto his side by Ash’s elbow, panting lightly. Ash slowly lifted his head from the pillow and watched him until his breathing slowed and his body relaxed into the covers. A sprinkling of disappointment settled over his chest, he had wanted that spanking… His dominant side fighting below the surface was disgusted, raging at him not to lower himself to such depths… but like any craving he felt as though in that moment he needed it.

“Can you… can you do the thing you said you would?” He mumbled, shielding par of his pink cheeks in the pillow.

“What?” Malachai asked through bleary eyes, clearly on his way to sleepy-town.

Ash tried again, although his voice was getting even quieter.

“You said if I… then you would…”

Oh Goddess, just stop talking, he thought. His dominant side was losing its mind inside of him but his submissive side was still clinging to the controls and it knew exactly what it wanted.

“Oh, you want me to spank you?”

Ash looked away, cheeks rose-pink and mouth clamped shut.

“Babe, do you want me to spank you?”

A high-pitched noise squeaked its way out of the corner of Ash’s mouth. His brain was screaming yes but he couldn’t physically say it, it simply wouldn’t come out. He gave Malachai a pleading look that he hoped conveyed this fact. Just do it, just spank and dominate and and use me, he thought.

Apparently Malachai could now read minds as he grabbed Ash by the scruff of the neck and dragged him over his lap before resting one hand on his lower back and the other in his hair, teasing the longer strands on top with a light massaging touch.

The hand sat upon his tail bone lifted and Ash’s breath caught in his chest, his thighs clenched and his mouth dried out. He wanted it, his wolf wanted it, and yet it wasn’t something he had ever experienced so how did he know he wanted it? Where did this primal urge to be smacked and held down and hurt come from? Fear and arousal and shame filled his body and short-circuited his brain, rendering coherent thought impossible.

With a sound like the crack of a whip the hand struck him across the ass, sending a flash of sharp pain across his skin which dissipated almost as quickly as it had been dealt to him. He was barely aware of the soft gasping sound he made at the feeling, it hurt in such a satisfying, gratifying way. One smack couldn’t be enough. But that was okay, because Malachai’s hand didn’t stop. He continued to spank him without pause, layering quick lashes of pain all over his backside, spreading them equally across both cheeks. The pain was addictive, like a tattoo or a piercing, as soon as the sting of one smack had faded he instantly craved another. Weak whimpering noises were falling out of his mouth at every strike and his cock was growing hard again pressed against Malachai’s leg, his body heat turning up as he was consumed by his own submissive urges and needs.

It wasn’t until he felt the tears drip off the end of his chin and onto his forearms he realised he was crying, that the pain had begun to overwhelm him, that his submissive side had taken over in full. A particularly vicious smack knocked a broken sob from his throat and Malachai paused. The hand grazed over Ash’s raw skin lightly, from the tops of his thighs to the small of his back and then along his spine. Ash shivered involuntarily. The hand took him by the back of the neck again and pulled him up, forcing him to shuffle his legs up and drop himself into Malachai’s lap, his mate’s own naked thighs cool against his red-hot behind.

He couldn’t look Malachai in the eyes, instead holding his eyes down and blinking away the last few tears that pushed their way through against his best efforts to hold them in. He sniffed pathetically.

“You did so well, babe.” Malachai whispered.

He grabbed Ash’s chin and tilted it up, compelling him to raise his eyes. Malachai’s expression was filled with pride and arousal and Ash found himself struggling to breath again.

“You are such a good boy.”

He felt full and complete and sated, if he were a were-cat instead of a werewolf he would have been purring. The little disgusted gremlin inside of him was silenced, if only for now. Now it was just the two of them.

With great difficulty Ash managed to tear his eyes away, bringing his gaze back down to his lap but freezing at the sight of his mate’s erection. They were both completely hard again. He reached for it but Malachai brushed his hand away gently.

“Allow me, you deserve a reward.” He said as he took them both in one large palm and began to stroke them against each other slowly.

Ash moaned quietly and hunched forward, his hips jerking just a little as his body struggled with the sensations running along his tired body. He didn’t even try to hold himself back, he let the pleasure pull him along easily and incredibly quickly. They came together with quiet panting breaths.

Without another word between them they crawled under the blankets together, clutching each other’s bodies close. A silent agreement made between them to take a well-deserved rest, clinging to the intimate atmosphere as long as possible.

Ash was content to stay in his submissive bubble forever.

~

Once a month the officers had a games night. Not board games or card games though, outdoor activities like capture the flag and tug of war. Tests of physical strength, speed, agility and stamina. It was a night the junior officers looked forward to especially, mostly because the junior cohort was made up almost entirely of little show-offs with a desperation to earn the respect of their seniors.

It was approaching kick-off time for the games when Malachai began to untangle their bodies, peeling himself from Ash slowly and sweatily. He was the first one to break the silence between them.

“You coming for games night?” He asked, his voice rough and croaking.

“No.” Ash grunted tiredly.

He had no interest in having his personal space clouded with the fog of dominance, surrounded by men and women all fighting to dominate over the rest. He was not in the right head space for that, his submissive side was still digging its claws into his brain and holding him in a sate of sensitivity and vulnerability that he was absolutely not comfortable showing to his fellow officers.

“No?” Malachai repeated with brows drawn together and a scrunched nose.

“No, I don’t like... being around other doms after you’ve...” He shrugged awkwardly.

“After I’ve dominated you?”

“Yeah, that. I just, I feel weird around them. It’s like an after-effect, I can’t shake off the submissiveness straight away.”

“That’s probably normal though.” Malachai replied simply and eased himself out of bed with a grunt.

“For subs, yeah.” Ash sighed and pulled his knees up to wrap his arms around them before continuing, “I don’t like it. It makes me... ugh.” he growled to himself grumpily.

“It makes you what? Tell me.”

“It’s embarrassing.” Ash sighed and stretched out his limbs, they were stiff and sore from being curled up in Malachai’s embrace.

“As if I would judge you!” Malachai scolded as he wiped his body down with a clean towel from the pile on his desk, “And I would never tell anyone!”

He began to pull on a fresh set of clothes and Ash watched him, weighing up in his head how he was going to continue. He curled his body up again with his knees under his chin, a physical barrier of protection between his mate and his heart.

“When I’m in that after-sub feeling I get really... emotional... and sensitive about stuff... I don’t know, it’s embarrassing...”

“No, it’s not.” Malachai said with zero room for negotiation in his voice, “You’re allowed to feel emotional, especially after the mind-fuck of being submissive for an hour when you spend all day being dominant.”

“You… you know what you and Markus call my… ‘Ash Attacks’?”

“Yeah?”

“Those are always caused by this… whatever it is inside of me.” He still wasn’t comfortable using the word ‘switch’ despite their previous discussion, it felt unfamiliar on his tongue, “If I get the weird sub urge and fight it I get cranky and frustrated, but if I do give in to it and you dominate me but I try to brush it off too fast I get emotional and childish. I hate it, it’s so humiliating.”

“So give in to it but also take the space you need, I’m not going to tell anyone if you need some alone time after you’ve been in sub-mode.”

“Thanks.” He mumbled into the crease of his arm.

“Any time you feel uncomfortable or anxious or cranky or whatever your sub side brings on, just tell me and I’ll do whatever you need me to.” Malachai offered, zipping up his trousers to complete his outfit.

“When we’re alone it’s not so bad, but I hate when Markus sees me being a big baby…”

“We’ll have a codeword then!” Malachai popped down in front of him, crouching just low enough to be looking up into his eyes, “We can use it when we’re around other people.”

“What word?”

“I don’t know… how about if you say you’re getting a headache? Then I can say ‘shall we go get you some paracetemol?’ and when you say yes I’ll know you need to leave and we can go somewhere private!”

Ash considered it for a few moments, it was a strangely good idea… He let a small smile creep onto his face, sometimes he forgot how sweet his mate could be, it was nice to be reminded.

“I like it, thanks.”

Malachai’s grin seemed tinged with relief but Ash didn’t comment on it, instead he leant forward and kissed his mate’s forehead.

“I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you too, Ash.”

“Okay, enough soppiness, you have a games night to rule over.”

“Yes, sir.”

Malachai gave a two-finger salute, pressed another quick kiss to Ash’s face and hurried out of the door.

Ash slid back under the covers, avoiding the damp spots (he would change the sheets after a quick nap, honest) and let his muscles unwind, the tension releasing from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head. It was nice to feel as though they were moving forward, putting measures in place, taking control of what had felt uncontrollable. Even if it was only a start, they were moving forward.

Plus, he couldn’t wait for his mate to climb back in beside him in three hours time and describe in exhilarating detail how he thrashed all the little punks in their cohort at every trial, task and tournament. For the first time since feeling their soul connection he allowed himself to bask in the pride of having a strong, agile and dominant mate. Goddess, what most subs would give for a mate like his…