by Ashley Shay
The thought of her bound to his bed, writhing on the satin sheets, wearing nothing but a blindfold and a smile made his cock rock hard. He hoped her mind was filled with similar ideas.
She moved passed the spanking bench to his St. Andrew’s Cross. Although most Doms anchored their X-frames to the wall to ensure stability, he’d had his constructed in the center of the room so that it faced a large full-length mirror. He loved his partner to see the response of her body and the joy on her face as he heightened her arousal with each new technique and forced her to accept her own sexuality. He also liked that he could walk around his bound submissive, enjoying each inch of her delectable body. He could let his eyes feast on ripe aching flesh, watch rivulets of sweat trickle down a back filled with tension, and run his fingers over every inch of silky-smooth skin.
Though he reveled in all the senses of his body—the sight, feel, taste, smell, and sounds of a hot, sexy woman—most of his enjoyment came from experiencing the sheer force of her repressed passion. It pulsed around him in waves, skimming his inner fur, touching his outer skin, rippling through every molecule of his body until it reached the core of who he was. That delayed gratification was the key to a most perfect pleasure. She gave control of that pleasure to him, and he held it tenderly and reverently until she was ready to revel in it.
And that moment when she came, when she gave it all to him in one glorified moment of intense physical perfection, when her body shuddered in exquisite release, when the moan escaped through clamped lips and her smell slammed into him with the force of a hurricane… nothing could have been more satisfying.
Of course now it was all for Carly. Once they’d committed to one another, all other women would become merely spectators to his life. Carly would be his all, and no other woman would enter his personal playground.
She studied the X-frame for a moment as though determining its purpose. When she figured it out, her eyes widened, and he saw a hint of rose dot her cheeks. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she gave him a sidelong glance.
“Is that what I think it’s for?” she said quietly.
He peered at her through a shock of hair, unsure why he couldn’t meet her gaze head-on. He’d never been uncomfortable with expressing his sexual needs or asking for what he desired, and yet sometimes, Carly made him feel like a schoolboy experimenting under the bleachers. He’d never even been like that as a teen, so the shyness that sometimes came over him in her presence was unnerving. “What do you think it’s for?”
“I think…” She glanced again at the aluminum structure and the restraints attached to each of the four points of the X. Then her gaze fluttered back to his. She spread her legs, her feet resting near the ankle restraints, then she ran her hands over and up the supports until she could tuck her hands loosely inside the bonds. She pressed her body forward, her breasts flattening and her ass curving enticingly outward. She glanced over her shoulder, her chin sweeping through her silky hair to rest on her bare shoulder, and gave him a sweet smile. “Am I doing it right? I want to make sure I get it right…for you.”
He had a hard time forcing the words past the sudden lump in his throat. “Baby, I’ve never seen anything more right in my life.”
“Now what would happen?” she asked.
He reached toward one of his floggers and let the nylon strands flow across his palm. The touch sent a jolt of electric fire from his hand to his cock. “Now I’d strip you naked and bring you the greatest pleasure of your life.”
He barely heard the whispered words. “Then what are you waiting for…Master?”
His cock swelled so fast it scraped against the denim fabric and the cool teeth of the zipper. His pulse careened into overdrive, his hot blood rushing through his body in a torrent of fire. He tightened his grip on the flogger and forced himself to stare coolly into those big baby blues, hooded now by the shadow of her lashes. The sultry look she pinned him with nearly undid his self-control. If he’d ever needed self-control in his life, this was the moment.
He wanted Carly in his life, needed her in his life, but if they took this step and discovered she didn’t fit into it, he wasn’t sure he could handle it. He’d have given anything to be as easygoing as Dusty. He wouldn’t be standing here like a kid with his dick drumming an insane rhythm against his jeans, his heart waiting to be broken by the prettiest girl in school.
The smell of her tantalized his nostrils, the musky, sweet aroma of her pussy drawing him one step closer, so close he felt the warmth of her radiating from her skin like a perfect summer day. Unable to resist, he raised his arm and skimmed the silky strands of the flogger over her bare shoulder while she watched, her eyes now wide and as bright as stars. She released a shuddering breath and shivered slightly, and he heard a faint metallic jangle.
He let his gaze drift down her body then back to her eyes. His brow rose in silent question.
“My panties,” she said breathlessly. “It’s a leather thong, and it has silver beads. I wore it especially for you.”
He couldn’t help himself. He glanced down to her ass, round and firm beneath the pretty sundress. He gritted his teeth as the image of a leather strap sliding between her creamy cheeks nearly undid him. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock, and once again, that raging river of fire pulsed through him.
Her soft voice pulled his gaze back to her. “Do you want to see them?”
God yes.
He nodded curtly. He dropped his arm and ran the flogger up her calf to her knee. He watched as she began to tremble. When it caught on the edge of her dress, he slowly raised it higher until he’d exposed her curvy thigh. Every inch revealed more silky-smooth skin, and when the curve of her ass appeared, he nearly went to his knees at the sight of that buttery-soft leather nestled in the very place he most wanted to be. His hips arched forward without his permission as his cock sought the warm, comforting haven of her body.
He dipped the flogger between her legs and drew the strands up between her cheeks. She lowered her head, and a low moan met his ears. She tightened her hands around the cuffs as her hips tilted toward him.
“Please, Cougar…”
“Please what?” he growled.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
Those two words sliced the knot of tension that had control of him. With one deep breath, he felt it fall away, and the precious control he needed returned. He leaned closer, inhaled her scent, and pressed his lips against the bare skin of her shoulder.
“Not yet,” he said quietly. “Not until you beg.”
* * * *
Carly’s heart slammed against her rib cage. “Then I’m begging,” she whimpered.
He chuckled, a heady masculine sound that drifted around her like a powerful drug. “Believe me, darlin’. That’s not begging.”
She felt his fingers loosening the straps of her sundress, and suddenly, the fabric slid down her back. Because her legs were spread so wide, the dress caught on her hips.
“Hmm,” Cougar murmured. “That won’t do. Not at all.”
Before a single thought entered Carly’s head, he’d hooked his hands into the dress and torn it in two. It didn’t hurt, but her body jerked backward with his movement. The violent rip echoed around her at the same time the little silver beads sent a cascade of tinkling music through the room. A flutter of yellow rippled in the corner of her eye as Cougar tossed the ruined dress aside.
“Much better,” Cougar said. “Now I can see that glorious ass.”
Though his words rippled over her like a caress, her cheeks clenched involuntarily when she felt the silky strands of nylon trail over her ass. He moved the flogger slowly and gently up her body, gliding it up the curve of her hip to the dip of her waist, over her back and shoulder then up her arm. He repeated the movement on her other side, and she relished the feel of the nylon and the rhythmic, almost hypnotic, slide of the strands.
She let out a quiet sigh as pleasure skimmed the edges of her consciousness. Her body relaxed, an
d she closed her eyes, drifting in a peaceful torpor. She drew in a long, slow breath and—
The strands snapped against her ass, tearing her out of the pleasure trance. The bells on her thong tinkled merrily as she gasped and stiffened, her eyes flying open. The sting radiated through her cheeks and up her spine, but not before it sparked a path to her pussy, creating an ache that ground through her pelvis and caused her legs to buckle.
“Oh God,” she whimpered.
Cougar’s breath whispered across her skin. “Quiet now. We’ve just begun…”
“Oh God,” she whimpered again.
“What did I tell you?” he growled.
“To be quiet,” she whispered.
“Then do what I say,” he said slowly.
She heard the snap of the strands a split second before they flashed against her butt cheek. She lurched forward, her hips arching violently and her pussy clenching with an intensity that made her shudder uncontrollably. She wanted to come, needed to come…One touch could send her spiraling over the abyss into pleasure beyond her imagination. Moisture leaked from between her pussy lips to dampen the leather between her legs. She desperately wanted to touch her clit. If she could just rub it for a moment, she’d come undone. She heard Cougar inhale sharply, and then his hair fell across her cheek.
“I can smell you,” he said softly. “You’re hot…excited…Your pussy is aching for my cock, isn’t it?”
She nodded weakly and nearly cried out when he pressed his body against hers and gently rocked against her. The thick rod of his cock rubbed between her cheeks, the denim scratchy and rough. When he dipped a bit slower and swooped between her legs, her pussy convulsed.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
She did as he asked. When she felt the nylon strands slide over her neck and cheek, she took a deep breath, and her head tipped back. He gently pressed against her cheek with the edge of the flogger, and she turned her face toward him. She felt the gentle press of his mouth against hers. Then his tongue slid between her lips. She held her breath as he kissed her, his tongue searching for hers to dance and mate then sliding away quickly. She wanted more, so she tilted her head back farther, searching, needing, wanting—
The heady bite of the flogger stung her ass the moment the warmth of his body vanished. She gritted her teeth against the sharp tingles spreading through her but relished the flood of cream from her pussy and the throbbing pulse of her clit. If only he would touch her…One tiny touch would push her over the edge. She tilted her pelvis toward the frame, hoping to rub her clit against the aluminum, anything to get the friction she craved. She found nothing but empty air.
Cougar chuckled. “Now that would be just too easy, darlin’. Your pleasure is in my hands today, not a piece of metal.”
He tugged at the ties of her thong, and the leather fell from between her legs in a shower of metallic song. His hot breath fanned across her back, and she nearly collapsed when she felt the slide of the nylon between her legs. As she basked in the pleasurable glow that encompassed her, she thought Cougar had moved in front of her, but she barely knew what was happening until the heard the snap of the strands and a bite of pleasure/pain nipped her clit. She cried out as an orgasm gripped her, her pussy clenching on emptiness and her clit vibrating from the bite of the nylon.
She shook violently when she felt the smooth slide of Cougar’s tongue between her pussy lips.
“Oh, Cougar, please…”
“You taste delicious,” he said softly. “I knew you would.” He blew on her softly then moved again. Soon she felt his body slide along hers as he stood.
Still shaking, arching back, hoping to find a hard warm naked cock, she whispered, “Fuck me. Please, Cougar. I need you to fuck me.”
He slid the flogger between her legs again, the smooth strands gliding through the moisture on her pussy lips and between the cheeks of her ass.
“Are you sure, darlin’?” he murmured. “We have all the time in the world. It doesn’t have to be today.”
“It does,” she moaned. “It does have to be today. I can’t take it anymore.”
She felt hands slide down her sides to cup her hips. One slid over her skin to reach between her legs and touch her clit, one pat, very gentle but enough to make her body jerk in response. She pressed forward again, but the finger was gone.
“So responsive,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to teach you everything I know.”
She waited an excruciating moment, and then she heard the slide of a zipper. A fall of soft hair swept over her shoulder.
“Are you ready to come with me?”
“Oh yes…”
He reached between her legs and spread her juices over her skin and his cock. She felt the slide of a hard, yet velvety, slick cock between her legs. He gripped her hips and, with a gentle push, slid all the way to the hilt into her pussy. Her muscles clamped down tight, holding him exactly where she’d wanted him for too long. He very slowly and steadily began to rock in and out of her, and the friction against her G-spot nearly undid her. She started to tremble as her pussy began to spasm. One touch, one touch is all it would take…
“Now, my love,” he whispered. “Now.”
His hands tightened on her hips painfully, and Cougar slammed into her, pushing her body against the cool metal of the X-frame. The cold felt wonderful against her tightly coiled, very hot body. His cock throbbed in violent contractions inside of her. As his cum filled her, pumping inside in warm, wet pulses, she came with a violent shudder. She gripped the bonds tighter, trying to stay on her feet because her knees buckled.
He dropped his head down against hers, his breathing ragged.
“My mate,” he said softly. He pressed a kiss against her hair. “For now and for always.”
He gently pulled his cock from her. She heard the sounds of his zipper then his boots as he walked across the room. When he returned, he pressed a soft garment into her hand.
“There’s a shower behind the white door. I’ll meet you downstairs for a drink.”
Dazed, she glanced up and saw another pretty sundress clutched in her fist. She unhooked her feet from the bindings and turned just as the door closed.
She whirled around and stared at the closed door for a moment then lowered herself to the floor, her heart still beating a dangerous tattoo. His smell still lingered in the room, and her pussy clutched again, now at emptiness.
She leaned back against the aluminum frame and smiled. She’d caught her last cougar.
* * * *
Tyler watched the interaction between Cougar and Carly with an inner sigh of relief. It must have been an enjoyable afternoon at the club. Carly looked luminous, as if she were glowing from the inside out. Cougar looked like a man who had a purpose for living again, and Tyler hadn’t seen that in his brother’s eyes since Jillian had died.
“Did you find out anything in town?”
Cougar shook his head. “Some shifter turned up at the club, claiming he was a visiting Dom. Redwolf and Jake both got bad vibes from him. They agreed he had the smell of desert about him, but they couldn’t determine what species. They’re guessing insect of some sort.”
“Desert insect?” Tyler thought about it. “Seems a coincidence he’d just show up like that out of the blue.”
Cougar opened the fridge and took out a beer. “Yeah, I thought so too. Those desert shifters are regular homebodies. Can’t stand the feel of grass under their feet.” He turned to Carly. “Want another Shiner?”
She nodded, took the beer Cougar offered, and walked over to give Tyler a warm kiss. He looked down at her thinking she would make the Lucas brothers and their cousin a perfect mate for the rest of their lives. Carly had adapted to the role of female alpha with the insight and grace of a shifter destined to become a leader. It almost seemed as if the knowledge had lain dormant somewhere deep inside her, blossoming as she became comfortable in her role as their mate. Tyler was thankful for her presence. A strong female alpha could strength
en and unify the shifter community in ways a male alpha never could.
“What did you think of the club?” Tyler watched Carly’s face light up and knew the answer before she spoke.
“It’s exciting.” Carly’s eyes shone with the memory. “I want to see it when the place is packed and all the good stuff is going on.”
Tyler raised one eyebrow and shot a look at his brother. “Did you tell her about the cameras?”
Cougar’s face darkened to a scowl. “No, I did not, but you just did. Those cameras are for security only.”
“Oh, horseshit,” Tyler exclaimed. “Tell me you’ve never watched the action, Cougar.”
Cougar smirked. “I am the action. I don’t need to watch it.”
Carly giggled and leaned in to Tyler like she wanted to whisper a secret. “You walked into that one.” Then she turned to look at Cougar. “Do you really have cameras concealed in the private rooms?”
Tyler couldn’t believe Cougar had actually teased with him. He hastened to tell Carly the facts. “Yeah, but that’s top secret, hon. Clandestine’s security likes to make sure no shifters get out of control. I just give Cougar a hard time over it.”
Cougar tossed his empty beer can into the nearest trashcan. “Gotta run. I want a security briefing before I turn in tonight.” He gathered Carly into his arms for a long kiss. “I had a good day. We’ll have to do it again soon.”
Tyler watched his brother leave the kitchen and turned to Carly with a grin. “You seem to be able to work magic on all the Lucas brothers, not to mention that coyote of a cousin. I haven’t seen Cougar like this in quite some time.”
