Stakes Claim On Her

Chapter 8: Breakfast of Champions 

Gabrielle

Isaac places his hand against my back and guides me into the diner.

When we enter a large table it is laid out with all sorts of delicious breakfast foods.

Seeing as I'm a human, growing up my family never had enough money to afford these kinds of sweets, and these were not the kinds of foods that my work provided.

In fact, these kinds of foods were strictly prohibited.

So seeing all these things laid out before me made my heart bloom.

Issac must of known that these treats were probably something I have never eaten before, and something I would really want to try.

The small diner was completely empty, and only one table for two was Set.

Issac must have set this all up with Margret.

I can't help but detach myself from Issac and hurry over to the table, admiring all the goodies.

I hear Issac chuckle behind me, but pay it no attention.

My sole focus is on this table.

There are donuts, pancakes, French Toast, danishes, and mountains of other pasties I don't know the name of.

There is also fruit and assorted breakfast meats.

This is truly a feast fit for an Alpha.

"Thank you Issac’' I say as I turn around to face him.

"I've never had anything like this before.’’ I feel a pressure in my chest, like I want to cry.

I don't know why, it's only food, yet it's making me emotional.

It's just another hard part about being a human in a world of creatures far more powerful then yourself.

The little things, like breakfast pasties mean a lot.

Isaac walks up to me and reaches up to caress my cheek.

"Anything for you.’’ He looks at me in a way I never have been looked at before.

He looks adoringly at me, and it makes me feel whole.

He reaches behind me and hands me one of the plates.

"Take whatever you want"

With that, I turn around and pile my plate up high.

Isaac does the same, though I must say, his plate dwarfs mine.

We bring them over to a small table set up for us.

Once I am seated I begin to look around the diner.

It has a retro theme, and is really well kept.

I would love to see this place packed.

I note that Margret has vanished as I pop the first bite into my mouth, moaning at the flavor.

It's deliciously sweet and rather fruity.

I take a few more bites.

"It's all delicious."

I tell Issac, after trying a few more sweets.

"Itis.

But there is something else I would rather taste"

He has a mischievous look in his eyes.

"What?"

He has already eaten most of his plate and he grabbed a little of just about everything.

What more could he want to taste? Issac lunges across the table and lifts me up out of my seat.

I let out a sharp squeal at the sudden movement.

"Just like a mouse."

Issac comments as he quickly lays me down on a nearby table.

Issac presses firm kisses along my cheek and down my neck.

He kisses his way back up to my ear.

"It's you that I want to taste, little mouse’ I can't help either the blush that tints my cheeks, or the wetness that pools between my legs at his words.

Issac grabs my arms are places them above my head.

He holds my hands in his as he forces me to grip the back edge of the table.

"Do not let go."

He says gruffly as he let's my arms go.

He presses his hands against my waist.

He slowly slides them to the bottom of my shirt before grabbing on.

He gives my shirt a sharp yank as he tears the fabric in half.

The scraps are tossed aside as my bra is tugged of and thrown somewhere across the diner.

It too is torn to pieces.

Issac's hands slid up my stomach and cup my breasts, massaging gently.

His thumbs brush over my hardened nipples as I arch my chest further into him.

"So responsive.’ He murmurs, and releases me from his delicious hold on my body.

I can feel the dampness in my panties, and I know he can smell it.

My body craves his touch.

Issac grabs my leggings and pulls them down my legs, taking my panties with them.

My shoes follow, leaving me bare to him.

He carefully lifts my legs at the knee, bending them and placing the soles of my feet flat on the table.

He pushes my legs apart as far as they will go, and then presses down on the inside of my knee to get a wider spread.

My cheeks flush with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body is to him.

I can feel his gaze on my body, and it lingers between my legs.

His was roaming across my folds, drinking me in.

"Your beautiful, don't ever be ashamed of your body.Don't ever hide your body from me.I want to see you.All of you."

His words comfort me, and make me feel more confident of my position and less nervous of his focused gaze.

"I can see your sweet pussy is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners of his mouth turn up as he looks me in the eyes. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Do you really want me to touch you that bad?"

I quickly nod my head yes.

I wanted him to touch me more than I have ever wanted anything before.

"I am going to make you cum, little mouse, many, many times-"

God I want that.

"But first, you need to be punished."

I was really hoping he had forgotten about that little detail.

Without any warning, Issac's hand swings up and spanks me between my legs.

My legs snap closed at the contact, which does not seem to please Issac.He shoves my legs back apart into their original position.

"If your legs move at all, I will add another spanking."

He runs his fingers along my folds, before spanking me again.

I cry out and close my eyes, but am careful to not move my legs even slightly.

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

"Three’ I continue to count until I reach nine.

Issac pauses, before using his fingers to spread my lips apart, exposing my clit to him.

A hard smack comes down directly on top of my clit.

I let out a squeal at the sharp pain and pleasure.

"Ten."

I give my final count as Isaac moves his fingers around my pussy.

His fingers are pressing hard against my clit, circling quickly.

My hands squeeze the edge of the table, and my toes curl at the pleasure.

Issac's fingers are magic.

A tantalizing feeling spreads around my body.

My hips begin to rotate with the rhythm of his rubbing.

My pleasure is building quickly.

Issac seems to sense this, as the pace of his fingers quicken.

He presses firmer against me and pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls down my body.

My body is building closer and closer to it's release.

My legs begin to close on their own, but they don't get far.

Issac uses his free hand to shove my legs back apart and hold them down.

"Keep.Them.Open."

Unsurmountable pleasure shoots out between my legs as I find my release.

Issac rubs faster, harder, stretching out my orgasm.

My body shakes and withers beneath his talented hands.

"Issac."

I moan out his name as my body trembles from the after shocks of my orgasm.

But his fingers haven't slowed down, rather, his thumb has taken over the job, and two other digits have slid inside of me, pumping rapidly.

"Please."

I don't know what I arn begging for, but the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm is one that is overwhelming.

"Shh little mouse, you can handle it."

His words are little comfort to me at the moment.

He curls his fingers, angling them upwards and causing a loud shriek to leave my lips.

My back arches up and my hips begin to rotate in time with his hand.

Pleasure rolls down my body in waves.

My toes are curled and my hands have an iron grip on the table.

Issac lets go of my legs and puts his body in place to keep them open.

His hand slides up my stomach and cups my breast, massaging it firmly and running his thumb across my nipple.

He pinches and plays with them while his hand inside my core moves faster and more brutal.

My legs tremble and my orgasm quickly approaches.

I throw my head back as my pleasure begins to consume me.

But just as my orgasm is about to hit, Issac's fingers pull out me.

My eyes snap back open, as my pleasure dissipates.

I let out a strangled cry of disappointed at my unsatisfied state.

My core aches to be touched, to be fucked.

Issac runs his fingers lightly over my swollen sex, coating them in my juices.

He pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

As he goes back in for seconds I finally speak.

"Please."

The breathy word was all I could manage in my current state.

His fingers gently rub my pussy as he slides his fingers back inside, pumping slowly.

He has a wicked grin on his face.

"If you want to cum, little mouse, then you will have to beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of my mouth, my mind reacting on instinct to his request.

He wants me to beg, so I beg.

His fingers suddenly pull out and slam back in, brutality and roughly.

His fingers reach a speed I never could of imagined.

"Good girl"

He says as my pleasure is kicked into overdrive.

I'm back to withering and crying out beneath him and pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls down my body.

He latches on to my hardened nipple, pinching and pulling with his teeth.

I can feel my core clenching around his fingers as my peak hits me.

A loud scream leaves my lips and a pleasure greater than anything I've ever felt washes over me.

My hips try to buck against him, but his hand presses down on my stomach, leaving me to his mercy.

I can still feel my muscles clenching around him, pulsing on his fingers as they slow down.

Eventually he slides them out.

His soaked fingers rub my clit, causing my body to spasm before pulling away.

I open my eyes as I look up at him.

He is starring down between my legs.

My body is exhausted, I don't have the energy to close my legs, so I'm left lying on the table, my arms above my head and my legs splayed open, pussy on full display.

"Don't look so content with yourself, mate.I'm not done with you."

Issac drops to his knees, bringing his mouth level with my core.

I try to close me legs to keep him out, but he's already ahead of me.

He places his hands on my inner thighs and stretches them wide open.

His mouth latches onto me immediately and he pulls my clit into his mouth.

Another loud moan escapes my lips as he begins to ravish me with his tongue.

My swollen sex is extremely sensitive, my whole body is trembling and shaking already.

My peak comes quickly this time to his skilled tongue.He continues to caress me with his tongue.

He slowly licks at me, separating each lip and giving every part of me attention.

When his tongue finally returns to my clit I speak up.

"Issac, please.I can't take it anymore.I can't handle cuming again.Can we please stop?"

My mind wants nothing more then to be in a perpetual state of orgasming, but my body is telling me otherwise.

Issac gives me one final sweep of his tongue before pulling away and standing up.

"Good girl, asking permission to stop rather then telling me to."

Issac has a satisfied look on his face as he stares down at my worn out body.

He grabs my arms and pulls me up into a sitting position, my legs now dangling off the edge of the table.

He grabs my leggings and panties off the floor and slides them up my legs.

Isaac unbuttons his dress shirt and takes it off.

I stare questioningly at him, wondering what he is doing, until he pulls his black undershirt over his head and puts it over me.

It's warm and smells like him, I think is snuggle into the much to large shirt.

Isaac's sculpted chest is bare to me only for a second before he puts his dress shirt back on.

He scoops me up into his arms and begins walking back over to our table, where our half eaten plates are still sitting.

During the short journey I spot my torn shirt and bra strewn across the back of the dining area.

"Your really good at that."

I mutter, referring to the pleasurable events that just happened.

He nuzzles his nose into my cheek.

"Good at what, mate?"

He asks slyly.

"You know..."

I answer quietly, to embarrassed to speak louder.

"You mean making you cum?"

He whispered into my ear.

"Tell me, which did you prefer, my fingers or my tongue?"

I shake my head, refusing to answer.

I am beginning to feel very shy with all this talk.

Issac let's out a little chuckle at my refusal to answer.

"Don't be ashamed of your pleasure, little mouse.

We are mates, our bodies are made for each other"

His voice is gentle and his words are sincere.

He sets me down in my seat before going to his.

"And if it makes you feel better, my fingers could have felt like tooth picks and my tongue like sand paper and they still would have made you cum like a madwoman.

He adds, with a wide grin across his face.

I can't help but burst out laughing at his unexpected words.

I would not have pegged Issac as a man with a sense of humor, but then again, I don't know him all too well.

"Your beautiful when you laugh.’ He says, his smile is kind.

I smile back at him.

"I wasn't expecting a joke from you."

"There is a lot you don't know about me.I hope we can change that soon” I nod.

"I would love that."