by Ezra Dawn
After another round of introductions, I grab my mate’s hand and take off running, leading him away from any other possible interruptions. Only when we’re safely inside our house do I relax.
Aithusa laughs and says, “In a hurry, are we?”
I nod and say, “If I didn’t pull you away right then we’d have been there for hours and I for one am not about to miss out on christening our dungeon again.”
His hands slip under my shirt as he rests his head on my shoulder. “Well then, let’s not keep you waiting any longer.”
He nips my ear and whispers, “I hope you’re wearing a pair of those briefs I like. You’re going to look stunning in nothing but those silk undies hanging from our ceiling.”
I groan at the vision his words create and take off down the hall. After quickly punching in the code on the door, I open it and practically fall down the stairs in my haste.
Aithusa laughs behind me. “Take it easy love, we’ve got time. There’s no need to rush. I’d hate it if you were to fall and break your neck or something.”
I nod as I walk down the stairs. “Yeah, that wouldn’t be pleasant.”
Once inside our dungeon I stand at the foot of the bed, unsure of what he wants me to do.
His arms encircle my waist as his hands slip under my shirt once more. His lips tickle my neck. “Strip my love, but leave the briefs on, if you’re wearing any.”
“I am.”
He practically purrs. “Good. I have to grab a few things and then we’ll get started.”
I nod and begin taking off my clothes as he walks away.
Turning around, in my red briefs, I watch Aithusa search drawers and racks for the things he’s looking for. When he comes back, he has multiple coils of red rope, a flogger, and a whip. He drops his items on the bed and pulls me in for a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth.
When we finally pull apart, I manage to ask, “What’s the flogger and whip for?”
He licks his lips and says, “I’m going to whip you first before I tie you up. Kinbaku is painful and if I just start tying you up without getting you prepared for the pain first it’ll ruin the whole experience for you. Preparation can mean the difference between feeling euphoric and feeling nothing but agony. I want you to enjoy this love, not hate me for doing it.”
I stroke his cheek and say, “I could never hate you.”
The grin he gives me at hearing that is the most beautiful thing in the world.
He kisses my lips one more time and says, “What are your safe words?”
“Red for stop, green for good to go, and yellow for slow down.”
“Good. Bend over and grip the foot board of the bed.”
Turning to face the bed, I bend over and grip the foot board like he asked.
He reaches over me and grabs the flogger. After dropping a kiss to my shoulder, he says, “Ready?”
“Always.”
“Twenty swats. Count them out for me.”
I hear the sound of the flogger swinging through the air seconds before it makes contact with my skin.
Gasping, I count for my mate. “One.”
As always, my mate handles pain beautifully, but now comes the true test of his pain tolerance. I’ve had him lay face-down on the bed as I’m going to use the suspension hooks above it for his first time. Straddling his back, I lean forward and press kisses to his neck and across his shoulder blades.
“I’m going to start now love. Since I’ll be essentially gagging you this time around, I’m going to hand you a pen to click when I’ve got your hands tied. The pen will act as your safeword. One click for good to go, two for slow down, three for stop. Repeat it back to me so I know you understand.”
“One click for good to go, two for slow down, three for stop.”
“Good. I’m going to blindfold you so that the rope doesn’t hurt your eyes okay?”
“Okay.”
I press another kiss to his neck, grab a length of rope and a blindfold. I secure the blindfold over his eyes then start with the rope. For the position I’m going to put him in, the rope has to go over his eyes and mouth twice before I can start wrapping it around his chest and biceps. I position his arms so they’re behind his back with his wrists on top of each other then I start wrapping the rope around his chest and upper arms.
As I wrap, I place kisses on the exposed skin that’s about to be covered causing him to shiver. After making sure the rope is tight around his arms, I begin wrapping it around his wrists, tying them together. Once that’s done, I grab the pen I put in my pocket for safe keeping and place it in his hand.
I gently caress his arms and whisper, “How are you doing love? Okay to continue?”
By now, I know he’s feeling some discomfort. The position his arms is in is definitely uncomfortable without the ropes forcing him to maintain it.
I hear a single pen click and smile. Grabbing another, shorter, length of rope, I begin tying his left ankle to his arms with a series of complicated knots while pressing kisses to his leg. For his right leg, I use a figure eight pattern, wrapping the rope around his shin and thigh tying them together so his foot is almost touching his ass. I make sure all the knots are secure before stepping back to admire my handiwork.
He looks so beautiful like this, in his red silk boxer briefs, tied up and at my mercy. “How do you feel love? Okay?”
The pen clicks once.
“Good. I’m going to give you a minute to get used to what you’re feeling before I suspend you.”
He tries his best to nod, but with the way he’s bound it’s a bit hard. Patting his ass, I step away and start to set up the pulley system, so I can suspend him from the ceiling. Once I’ve got it together, I step on the bed next to him and hang the pulleys. Deciding to give him a few more minutes, I grab the tube of lube and head into the attached bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Dropping my pants, I remove the butt plug I’m wearing, pour some more lube on it and insert it again; trying not to groan when I do. Giving up my ass is supposed to be a surprise for my mate and I don’t want him catching on to what I’m doing because I made a few noises.
Once that’s taken care of, I flush the toilet as a ruse, and exit the bathroom. I attach the ropes from the pulleys to his right leg, so he’ll be suspended upside down.
When he’s secure, I take the other end of the ropes attached to the pulleys and say, “Okay love, I’m going to suspend you now.”
As I start to pull on the ropes, I can hear Brant’s muffled cries. The scent of his arousal is more dominant than the scent of his pain and that makes me happy. It assures me that what I’m doing, though painful, is pleasing to my mate. After I’m certain of the height, I secure the pulley ropes to the bed and take a moment to admire the beauty that is my bound mate.
“You look so beautiful like this love. I wish you could see yourself.”
An inverted suspension can’t be maintained for long because all the blood rushing to the submissive’s head can cause them to black out. Which is why, if I want to do anything else to him, I have to make it quick before he passes out on me.
Crossing to the bed, I climb on it and kneel in front of him. With me being taller than he is, and using the suspension hooks above the bed for this, I didn’t have to raise him that high. Just enough for his head to not be touching the bed. It’s the perfect position for me to slip his briefs out of the way and suck his cock.
Licking my lips, I slide my fingers under the edge of his briefs and push them down, just enough for his cock to spring forth. I press a kiss to the tip before opening my mouth and sucking it down to the root. Popping the button on my jeans, I slip my hand inside and pull my own cock out, jacking myself in time with what my mouth is doing.
When Brant tenses and shoots his load down my throat, I swallow every drop before allowing myself to come in my hand. Brant is breathing heavily, so I quickly grab some wet wipes off the nightstand to clean myself up with and begin lowering him back down to the bed
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I’ve never felt so treasured in all of my life. Even while my mate was inflicting pain on my body, he was lathering me with kisses and affection. It makes me glad he put this blindfold on me because if he saw the tears these emotions caused I’m sure he’d stop what he’s doing, thinking he’d done something wrong. He’s phenomenal. My only regret is not having a mind link, so I know how he’s feeling during all of this.
I feel myself being lowered back to the bed after an amazing blow job and I’m on cloud nine. The rush of endorphins caused by the mixture of pain and pleasure has me feeling high, literally. Like, I took a dose of someone’s happy drugs. As Aithusa begins to untie me, I can’t help whimpering as I come down from the cloud he put me on.
When my arms are free, he rolls me onto my back and begins massaging each one to return the circulation. Then the blindfold comes off and I wince as the light hits my eyes, so I close them. Aithusa’s weight leaves me, and I hear the rustling of his jeans hitting the floor. The implication of that sound has my cock hardening even though I just had an orgasm. A naked mate is too tempting to resist. Wonder if he’s going to take it easy on me like the first time we did a scene together.
I’m so lost in thought, I don’t realize what’s happening until my cock is encased in warm, suckling heat.
Snapping my eyes open, I find Aithusa straddling my hips with my cock nestled firmly in his ass, a butt plug discarded on the floor with his jeans.
Instead of saying anything, he just grins at me and starts to move. As I watch him, in awe, I realize his eyes have changed color once more. Only this time instead of being blue or red they’re both. His left eye is blue, and his right eye is red. Holy shit, he’s letting his wolf be a part of this. Groaning, I let my hands fall to his hips as he picks up the pace. My wolf is pushing me to take control, but I won’t do that. Not when Aithusa is trusting me with this and letting me claim him. I won’t jeopardize that by wolfing out on him. This is his show and if, in the future, he lets me lead then great if not, that’s fine too. I won’t have him regretting this. Not when I’m so in love with him it’d kill me if he did.
Aithusa’s hands glide over my chest and the mark he left over my heart warms at his touch. I still can’t believe he was able to practically tattoo me with a single touch. He called it the mark of a demon. However, each mark is different between demons. The one Aithusa gave me is a wolf head with black wings and goes with his claiming bite. The mark is also supposed to protect me from other demons, not that I need it. If it makes him feel better though, so be it.
Aithusa’s moans begin to get louder as his movements become erratic. One particularly hard move down, has me groaning out my release. As Aithusa begins to come himself, he lets his head fall back, showing his neck in a beautiful display of submission. It’s all the invitation my wolf needs to claim what’s ours.
Surging forward, I sink my shifted canines deep into his neck causing another orgasm to bowl through him. He wraps an arm around my shoulders, holding me in place. Taking a few more sips of his blood, I remove my teeth and seal the wound.
I hear two versions of Aithusa’s voice in my head and realize he must be having a conversation with himself, unaware that our mind link is now in place and I can hear every word.
Tell him!
Shut up wolfie, you’re ruining my moment of orgasmic bliss.
If you don’t tell him right now snookums, so help me, I’ll disown you!
You can’t disown me, we’re the same person!
I can sure as hell try!
That’s not fair wolfie.
No, hiding our feelings from our mate isn’t fair. You love him. I love him. Now, tell him or I will!
You don’t have to be so mean. I planned on telling him.
When?
When he said it first.
Smiling, I nuzzle Aithusa’s neck and whisper, “Stop fighting with your other half sweetheart, it’s not nice.”
He pulls away, staring at me wide-eyed and open mouthed.
Seeing it as an opportunity, I pull him to me and take his lips in a kiss, thrusting my tongue inside as soon as I can.
I feel my cock beginning to harden once more where it still rests inside of him, so I roll us until he’s under me. His hands move down my back and grip my ass cheeks.
When it becomes imperative that we breathe, I pull away from him and start kissing his neck and jawline. Once I reach the spot below his ear I nip it and whisper, “I love you.”
The grin on Aithusa’s face is nothing short of a thousand watts. “I love you too.”
Slowly, I begin to move, taking my time with him. “You know, I never asked what the engraving on my collar meant.”
He strokes my cheek and says, “Per sempre il mio amore. It’s Italian.”
“Care to translate for me?”
“It says, ‘Forever, My Love.’”
“So, you’re saying?”
He grins and says, “You had my heart from the moment you accepted me as I am and decided to fight for me.”
Pressing a kiss to his lips, I whisper, “I will always fight for you.”
“And, I you.”
Three Weeks Later…
I realized recently that there’s something I need to do. Brant and I are happy but if I want our life to be full, blissful, and sickeningly sweet on occasion, then I need to move on from the hate on, I’ve been keeping for his dad. Which is why, I find myself standing in front of the man’s grave even though he’s not buried here.
Kneeling down, I touch the headstone and sigh. “Where to start? I guess we’ll go with the obvious huh? For thirty years, I’ve hated you because of what you did to me. Thirty years I spent running from my problems instead of facing them. Now, it’s time to rectify that.”
Taking a deep breath, I say, “I forgive you, Clay, for rejecting me, for breaking my heart, and for offering me a pity fuck. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for me. It’s something I need to truly be happy. I can’t go through life cringing every time someone mentions your name. It’s not fair to me and it’s not fair to my mate.”
Chuckling, I continue, “Yes, my mate. Seems fate has a sense of humor. When you went up in smoke…sorry that was rude…when you passed on, the bond I had with you transferred to your son Brant. I couldn’t ask for a kinder, better man to be mine than him. So, in a way, I have to thank you. If you hadn’t done what you did all those years ago, then I wouldn’t be here now with another mate to call my own. I wouldn’t be sickeningly in love as his brothers put it. So, thank you Clay and I hope wherever you are, you’ll find the happiness that you deserve. Goodbye.”
Standing, I don my aviators once more and walk away from the grave. My cell phone begins to ring and I smile when I read the caller I.D
“Maksim! Where’ve you been man? I’ve been trying to get hold of you for weeks.”
“Sorry my friend. I’ve been a bit preoccupied. What do you need?”
“Well, I recently found myself mated and my man has a brother who has an interest in BDSM. I immediately thought of you when he asked me to teach him and I had to refuse.”
“So, you’re sending me a trainee?”
“Nope, he has a business to run and I figured you could do for a change of scenery. Tell me, how do you feel about Mt. Rainier?”
The End
(Or is it?)
I hope you’ve enjoyed this book. It was my first real dive into BDSM and I sincerely enjoyed writing it. As you can probably tell from the teaser epilogue there will be another in this series. The next book is Boyd’s so keep an eye out for that! Thank you for reading!!
Continue reading for an excerpt of one of my WIP’s.
Book Four of the Graveyard Shift series,
The Florist.
The Florist
Prologue
“You’re too much.” How many people have said those words to me, I wonder? Far too many to count. Whether it’s my animal half or my job. I’m too dominant for them when my anim
al comes out to play and too flamboyant when I talk about my work. There are two sides to me. I’m split like two halves of a coin. To every person I’ve ever had a relationship with, that’s just one side too many. My only wish is that when I meet my fated mate I won’t be ‘too much’ for them. I don’t think I could handle those words from their mouth.
There are two sides to me, but the animal half is the one who rules. It’s too much of an influence on my personality to suppress. Will my fated mate be able to handle the dominance in me or will I be forced to spend the rest of my life alone?
The entire album Not the Same by Aranda
Hound Dog—Elvis Presley
The Anthem (I Don’t Wanna Be In Love)—Good Charlotte
Cold Blood—Apocalyptica
So Good to Leave—3 Pill Morning
Locked Away—R. City feat. Adam Levine
Lights—Journey
Yours if You Want it—Rascal Flatts
I want to thank my parents for supporting me no matter what I do and tolerating me when I get in the zone of writing and ignore them completely. By tolerating, I’m really saying thanks for putting up with my shit. You have no idea how much that means to me. I love you guys. I want to thank Lisa Oliver, one of my favorite authors for encouraging me to write the story speaking in my head instead of forcing myself to stick to a different stereotype and for being an amazing friend I can bounce crazy ideas off of. I want to thank Jemma Brown for designing such amazing covers for me.
I thank the readers for taking the time to read a story from an unknown author like me. I want to thank my characters for coming to me in my hour of extreme boredom when I was at a loss as to what to write/do next. Last, of all I want to thank all the musicians out there for playing their music and inspiring me.
