The Mechanic's Mate

by Mikea Howard

  “You will not speak unless asked a direct question, or I give you permission to. Do you understand?” he asked, punctuating it with an outward tug on each nipple.

  “Yes.” She panted.

  “Yes what, Sadie? We have gone over this many times, and I’m not known for my patience for people who make me repeat myself.”

  “Yes, Alpha.”

  “Sadie, why do you keep fighting the trust in me? I was already on my way to reposition you. Have faith that I always know what you need at all times . . . even when you don’t. While you are in my care, you are my highest priority.”

  He released her breasts, banding an arm across them, forcing her back into his chest even harder. The contrast of soft full breasts and hardened nipples pressed against his forearm almost undid him. He bent her forward just enough to plunge three large fingers into her from behind.

  Ah goddess, so wet.

  They glided in and out with ease. Easing his digits out, he fought her hungry inner muscles as they pulled them back in. Once free, he leaned down next to her ear and placed the fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. Giving her a deep moan, he growled as both eyes rolled back in his head. She tasted so good, like the horned god’s ambrosia.

  He straightened her once more. Stalking around, Domek went down on one knee to reach forward and grasp her calf, running his palm up behind her knee, a signal to bend it. Bringing her foot toward him he removed the boot. There weren’t any stockings within them. Turning to her other leg, he removed the final item from her body, placing the shoes beside Sadie’s bag.

  He walked over and grabbed a large round flat cushion from behind his couch, moved to the center of the room and dropped it, then took a seat, all without acknowledging her. It proved to be the hardest task he’d ever forced himself to complete.

  Still new to proper domination, like so many inexperienced submissives, she attempted to take control at uncertain times. Domek wished to break that habit tonight, so he’d test certain limits with her. First being the simple task of waiting.

  He looked over and held Sadie’s gaze, forcing her to turn away. “I gave you specific instructions when we entered. I still expect you to complete each step.” Placing the papers on his lap he studied her next moves with a calm but steady expression.

  Sadie, out of sorts, reminded herself to breathe and focus. The alpha had just kicked up her heart rate and now required she keep going? What had he dictated before they came in?

  Focus, Sadie! You can do this.

  She’d been instructed to undress, put each article away . . . Then his next command came back.

  Oh goddess . . . make myself vulnerable before him.

  She walked to where Domek had deposited the pillowed pad. Although facing him, Sadie made sure her focus stayed glued to the floor while kneeling on the large round cushion. Made of something pleasant, her knees were comfortable as they rested on it. Maneuvering them hip width apart, she tensed when her legs slid out somewhat. Oh no. The cushion’s smooth material had enough glide that if she relaxed too much her knees would just slide out wider. She had to tighten and hold her weak inner thigh muscles.

  Sighing, she brought her arms up, shaking hands laced behind her head. Consumed by the memory of being taught this position . . . of Domek’s heat pressed against her, guiding her limbs to proper placement. How he’d sat in a casual pose taking it all in. The pressing gaze when he called her beautiful . . . The gentle kiss on her mound . . . Oh goddess, when he pried my folds apart.

  Sensations of past attentions washed over her. The way he’d lathed his tongue along her most sensitive spots. Back to front. She played the memory in a loop, again and again. The moment so vivid, she could almost come right now just from recollecting the heat of his mouth on her. Moisture ran down her legs already.

  Darker experience required Sadie to run the pleasant thoughts through her mind in a constant loop, because her alternative memories of this position involved Eridon. Images of the last time she knelt vulnerable . . . Naked . . . Alone, threatened to intrude on this moment. But this feels different, is different. Domek had nothing in common with that monster.

  If she said ‘stop’, he would. This didn’t feel dirty and sad, as though victimized. Yes, anxious and nervous feelings stirred within her, as they had when she’d been held captive. But this made her feel . . . not quite captive, just his.

  She was his to do with as he pleased. He had control, but only because she gave it to him, just like those Japanese courtesans she’d once read about in secret. She had stolen a book written by a professor Mead that a customer had left in a car. Sadie snuck it upstairs, staring at it transfixed, fascinated by the images. Beautiful, small, and feminine, each woman dressed in yards of luxurious material with coiffured hairstyles. Sometimes they kneeled, just like she was right now, waiting for direction on how to please their master.

  Her musings returned to what Domek had done earlier. She’d been so panicked remembering Eridon. How had she not thought of the picture labeled as Courtesan Kinbaku when her alpha had tied her up? It surfaced in full detail now. The courtesan's expression revealed pure bliss, lying on her side with arms, legs, and torso bound by ropes tied in beautiful designs. Nipples peeked out from taut ropes, but Sadie thought the tips must have been pinched between coils since they glowed red. A man, still dressed, knelt behind his courtesan, with more rope in his hands. Once she learned more about sex from conversations overheard in the shop, her imagination would finish the scene. She would imagine herself as the courtesan. Sadie’s man would tie those beautiful patterns across her body, press himself to her, and take her from behind. She smiled.

  Just like my alpha had.

  The smile disappeared. But until today, Eridon had killed that fantasy. He had taken something beautiful, twisted it, and made her fear it.

  No! No memories of him. Sadie served Domek. Her alpha. Sadly, not my mate.

  It had been Domek who tied her in those beautiful ropes then took her from behind. She would kneel here, imagining herself a Japanese courtesan, waiting for her master, alpha. Filled with identical bliss those pictures had shown, envisioning what might be done to consume her with such ecstasy.

  Her mind wandered in endless thoughts, just waiting. She didn’t dare inquire about her next task. Domek had made it quite clear that speaking unless asked a question, or instructed to, would not be tolerated. She had wanted to explain when he chastised her for talking, but couldn’t. Much like when he’d found her lost and alone, the moment he’d ordered her action or inaction, she had to obey. Every one of her muscles following only his commands.

  Speaking of her body, Sadie’s muscles began to give slight trembles, aching from holding the position. She attempted an inconspicuous slant around for a clock but couldn’t find one anywhere. Ugh, it must be behind me. It would explain why he would glance over her head on occasion. Right about the time her muscles shook with exhaustion, Domek got up, put the papers back on the desk and approached at a relaxed pace.

  She stayed focused on his shoes as he squatted down. Firm fingers slipped under Sadie’s chin, forcing her face up.

  Commanding in a soft voice, “Look at me, now.”

  Her gaze snapped up. Intent ice-blue eyes scanned her face looking for something. Thick, pitch-black hair stood in disarray, as though Domek ran his fingers through it in frustration.

  The world dropped out from under her when he asked, “Are you ready for your punishment now?”

  This isn’t my punishment?

  Undressing and kneeling before him, proving obedience wasn’t enough? What else could he have in mind? Eridon had tied Sadie up, and beaten her until she bled. Would he do that? Were bad wolves beaten until they’re bloody? She almost hyperventilated as panic crept in.

  Chapter 22

  He took his hand from her face and of
fered it to her, standing up. Yet another unspoken command that Sadie found she could read with ease. Glancing down, she placed her hand in his, as he helped her up. Dom led her through his kitchen to a door in back, and opened it, causing confusion.

  They entered a large pantry filled with jars of preserves and dry goods. Closing the door behind them, he continued on to push against the back wall. With a click, it popped up and the outline of a door appeared. Once opened, light from the pantry revealed stairs leading down. Cool air and the smell of moisture eased over her senses. He had a secret cellar, and now led her down the stairs into it to punish her.

  Even with her improved night vision, thanks to her wolf, it took her eyes a second to adjust to the complete lack of light. She held his hand a little tighter as he led her in deeper. They didn’t go far before he let go of her grasp.

  “Stay here,” Domek commanded, walking away.

  Ohhhh kaaaay. Like I can find my way around to go anywhere. Sadie closed her eyes hoping to kick some other improved werewolf senses in and figure out what she stood in the middle of. Taking a deep breath her nose detected aged wood, tanned leather, sweet beeswax, and metal. Her ears perked up at the clink of chains being bumped. Chains . . . that hung to her left.

  Chains!? ohmygoddessohmygodddessohmygoddess. Calm down, Sadie, just like Domek told you, all you have to do is say stop.

  Sadie’s ears perked once more to a match being struck. Nose twitching, she smelled a candle burning. She opened her eyes to be greeted by soft candlelight illuminating the room. Domek kept his back to her, lighting more candles on a small workbench. Glancing around, in an instant she froze in place, eyes wide.

  The room she stood in likened Spanish Inquisition torture rooms pictured in history books. She scanned the room, first focusing on the thin chains hanging from the ceiling, draping down walls. Relieved that they appeared so thin she could break the links with no trouble, if she tried. Further into the room rested a tall skinny bench covered with padded leather. On one wall ‘tools’ hung in a neat, uniformed manner, much like how she used to keep hers at Pop’s Shop. Well, the ones she used most to have them close at hand. Sadie walked over to the wall of ‘tools’, to examine each one closer. If these represented the instruments he preferred to use . . .

  A few different sized wooden paddles, familiar to her, dangled closest. Eureka South’s school marm loved to use them on insolent children. Some of these had holes cut out. Moving in closer she noted not just plain circles, but paw prints. He must have a sense of humor to mix this in with his punishments.

  Next to those hung something new to her, she ran her hands along it. A solid wood handle wrapped in smooth leather with quarter inch wide strips dangling off one end. She ran her fingers through leather ribbons, grasping a handful. So soft, she loved the tickle as they brushed along her skin.

  She couldn’t help but wonder how many of his casual encounters with other women ended with these things. Her heart ached at the thought. The next items she noticed made her breath hitch, and nipples tighten, shaken by a combination of past fears, and recent pleasures. Domek had more ropes draped over hooks, a bit thicker than the ones he used on her.

  “You do have a hard time following direct commands at times, don’t you.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, more as a statement.

  Startled, Sadie spun around. He walked up to her, with a firm grasp on her chin he forced her gaze up at him again. She skirted her eyes around his face to his neck. Holding her there, he reached his other hand past her to something on the wall, coming back with ropes in his hands. Turning around he moved to the padded bench.

  In that deep, calm, even tone he said, “You will come over here, press your hips against this and spread your legs so your feet line up with its legs.”

  Once again, she found she couldn’t stop herself. Her body took over, following his directions on its own. Because the bench’s legs came out toward her at a slight angle she had to lean forward toward it to get her hips to it. So she balanced herself by grasping the padded leather on the center bar.

  Domek knelt to her right moving her bare foot to rest just to the leg’s side, so that it pressed against her arch. He took one of the ropes draped over his shoulder and proceeded to tie her ankle to the bench. The rope pulled tight enough to press into her skin, but not so tight as to cut. He even slipped his finger between the rope and her leg. Sadie couldn’t help but feel safe when he stopped and checked if he left enough space. She also filled with pride for remaining calm. Even as he moved to her other side and repeated the process, securing her further.

  Dom challenged that calm when he moved around, faced her, cupped his hand on the back of her neck, and said, “Bend over, Sadie. Bend all the way over it, stretch your arms out and grasp the legs as close to the floor as possible.”

  Taking a shaky breath, she couldn’t help the jolt of fear that ran through her, but the desire to keep going on helped her bend over. The bench, just a little bit taller than the natural bend in her waist, forced Sadie to stretch onto tiptoes to complete the position. Thankfully, the slight angle of the legs that forced her to lean forward on one side, made it easier to reach out and grab the legs on this side. She noted he’d bolted the bench to the floor to keep it from moving and tipping over, a good thing since she remained terribly off balance in this position.

  Tying her wrists to the bench legs in the same manner, he took a moment to check her ankles again now that they strained more while balanced on arched feet. The bonds must have been to his liking because he gave a slight adjustment to their position, instead of untying them. Rising, he ran his hand along her back and over her ass, stopping to caress the exposed folds between her legs.

  Sadie dropped her head to view Domek from between spread legs. Through her upside down view he walked to the wall of tools, hovering his hand over the paw print paddle. Butterflies filled her belly when, appearing to change his mind, he took the soft leather one with all the little strips she’d examined earlier. Turning around he cocked his head at her, contemplating. He held the thing in his right hand, flicking his wrist, landing light strikes against his other palm with the leather strips. It gave her a good idea as to how he used it.

  Domek approached, and standing behind her, took a firm hold of her left hip. He spoke with a calm sound, as you would an animal you didn’t want to scare away. “You chose to go against your alpha by leaving for the city. I’m responsible for your protection, yet you put yourself at risk. You knew I would be angry when you left for Eureka. Didn’t you, Sadie?”

  “Yes, Alpha. I’m sorry.” And in her heart she meant it.

  “Sorry for what, Sadie? Are you sorry you scared everyone? Or because you almost got yourself caught by Eridon? Or for displeasing your,” he paused, sounding as though he choked down words, continuing on, “your alpha? Which one, Sadie?”

  “I’m sorry for, for all of it, but above all for displeasing you, Alpha.”

  “If you feel sorry for displeasing me, I want you to call out ‘I will not displease my alpha’ every time this flogger strikes your beautiful bottom.”

  She didn’t even have time to process his statement as his left hand tightened its grip on her waist and he moved back the other arm. The thin leather strips struck her right cheek’s fleshy part. It stung a little, but not as bad as she anticipated.

  “You didn’t say it, Sadie. That means you're not sorry for displeasing me.”

  Another strike, this time harder, so she cried out, “I will not displease my alpha!”

  “Excellent, Sadie. Just like that,” he cooed to her, and then struck again.

  “I will not displease my alpha!”

  The flogger stung more every time it landed. Either he hit her with more force each time or her poor cheek just got more sensitive with each stroke. This back and forth, call and response type punishment continued for fiv
e more lashings. Then Domek removed the hand holding her hip, repositioning himself behind her. He smoothed, caressed, and rubbed her stinging cheek, gliding his palm over the marks. He gave the flogger a soft-handed flick, making the tips sweep and slap between her legs in a tender manner. The heady combination of sensations caused her to dampen and swell. Switching to rough kneading on her sore ass cheek, he increased the sting while teasing her clit with the soft strands. He drove up her desire with a light mix of discomfort and pleasure.

  “You do please me, Sadie. Your quiet gasps and moans please me. Feeling you dampen pleases me.” Flicking the flogger with more snap, Dom created a slight sting on her folds and clit. “Seeing you work with the pups pleases me. Smelling your honeysuckle scent as I move through the building, it pleases me.”

  He flicked the flogger even harder causing Sadie to gasp, adding, “But when you do something that you know will displease me . . . you get my punishment.”

  Switching in a deft movement he grabbed her right hip lashing down on her left cheek and Sadie automatically cried out, “I will not displease my alpha!”