by Lila Dubois
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.”
Hands on her arms guided her to sit up. The hood aggravated her. How could she feel fully awake if she never got to open her eyes?
Irritated, she tugged at the bottom edge, trying to peel it up enough to get a hint of light.
“Mirela,” William barked, “come here.”
“But I can’t see.”
“Then follow my voice.”
Mirela inched off the bed until her bare toes touched the floor. Her jesses jingled merrily with each move she made.
“I’m here. Come to me, my falcon. You’re doing beautifully.”
William’s monologue allowed her to find him. She nearly tripped over the edge of the carpet but caught herself. Her hand touched something warm and hard. Her fingers went exploring, finding the curve of William’s shoulder, his neck, face.
“How did you sleep?” he asked.
“It was hard to get comfortable when I couldn’t move.”
“Then you will have to work hard to please me, won’t you?” She could hear the frown in his voice.
Mirela winced, knowing she’d said the wrong thing, again. Blind as she was, she wouldn’t be able to look to Christoffer for help. Was Christoffer here? She took a deep breath but didn’t catch the scent of forest she associated with him.
Thinking of the wolf made her want to ask what he and William had done last night but she bit her tongue.
Obedience, she reminded herself.
“I will do my best to please you, Master.”
He cupped her chin and stroked her cheek. “You’re a contradiction.”
“I don’t mean to be,” she said, worried. “I am only what I am.”
“You’re right, and I’m the one who needs to remember that. You must be hungry this morning.”
“Oh I am.”
He took her hand, leading her through the dark. When they stopped, he dropped her hand. “Kneel.”
She carefully knelt, afraid of bumping into something she couldn’t see. William’s hand landed on her shoulder, telling her he was close. She reached out, finding him only a foot away. Scooting closer, she explored his position with her hands and fingers, discovering that he was seated.
Her fingers accidentally brushed his crotch and she was startled to feel a bulge there. Mirela snatched her fingers back.
The moment he saw her, his cock was hard. There was something primitively satisfying about looking down at a beautiful woman in bondage. Her skin was pale and pretty, her hair long and dark.
She needed a shower but he would leave that to Christoffer, whom William had decided to designate as her primary caretaker.
When she knelt at his feet, her innocent fingers accidentally brushing his cock, he had to remind himself that he needed to train her more than he needed to teach her to suck his cock.
Catching her hand, he set it firmly on his leg.
“Falcons were fed from their lord’s hand. That’s how you’re going to eat.”
“Yes, Master.”
He took a cube of cheese from the plate at his elbow and pressed it to her lips. She carefully took it from his fingers, chewing quickly.
“Mmm, cheese.”
“Here, some meat.” He placed a bite-sized bit of cold ham against her lips. Again she took it carefully, eating quickly.
Watching her lips move, her tongue darting out to lick away each taste, was driving him crazy, but he needed to finish feeding her before he did anything else.
Bite by bite he fed her, teaching her that if she was to eat it would be by his will and from his hand.
Was he going to have sex with her? The idea made him feel twitchy after last night. He’d never been a promiscuous man, preferring to jack off in the shower if the need arose at an inconvenient time. He’d never hopped between different partners’ beds, and if he fucked Mirela…
She was no longer gobbling down her food, so William slowed the pace.
“Master? I’m thirsty.”
Without a word he stuck a straw in the water bottle beside the plate and held it to her lips. She drank, sighing when she was done.
“Are you full?”
“Yes, thank you.”
William wiped his fingers then removed her hand from his leg. “Shall we train you a bit?”
“Whatever you want, Master.”
He needed to remember to give orders, not ask questions. Annoyed with himself, he barked, “Stand, put your hands behind your head.”
She climbed to her feet—all long limbs and swirling hair. When she laced her fingers together behind her head it lifted her breasts, showing off the pale undersides.
“Turn.”
Her ass was high and tight with muscle. She was slender, not just because of her youth but because of physical activity. The evidence was there in the long lines of muscle that roped her arms, legs and belly.
William felt a twinge of guilt for having kept her cooped up inside for so long. It would not always be so, he assured himself.
“Face me.”
Her lips were parted, her breathing slow and even. Her movements were increasingly graceful as she grew used to the hood. The bells on her jesses jingled happily as she moved.
William stood and wrapped one arm around her waist, bringing their bodies close enough for her nipples to brush his chest. The pink buds pebbled.
“You are my falcon,” he whispered, letting his breath wash over her face. The falcon training guide had emphasized the importance of teaching the falcon to recognize the voice and scent of the falconer.
“With me you will fly. You will soar through the sky. Then you will return to me, fly home to me where you are safe.” He rubbed the small of her back. “You will be safe with me. Do you want to fly for me?”
“Oh yes, oh I do.”
“Tell me what it’s like to fly.”
“The air is cold and hard, but alive. I can fly above the soot and see for miles. The mountains seem small when I fly. I can send the world, and all the things in it that scare me, far away.” Her head tipped back as if she were looking at the sky. “When I’m flying I’m not lonely, even though I’m alone.”
Her head swiveled down, sweeping side to side. “Then, just there, I see something, something to eat. I dive, whirling so I can watch it. The ground is pulling me down but I am in control. Maybe it runs and I chase it, skimming the ground, then, like this, I slow.”
She dropped her hands from behind her head and held them out at her sides, palms facing forward, fingers spread. “Then I snatch it from the grass. Sometimes I hunt for fun, so I let it go. Other times I tear into it. Then I’m in the sky again. I love to fly in a storm. It’s dangerous, other falcons won’t do it, but I like to fly in the clouds that are wet with rain and feel the crackle of power. If humans knew the anger of the clouds they would be afraid.”
William was thunderstruck by her words. They painted a picture so vivid he could see the landscape falling away beneath him as he rose into the air. He could smell the storm clouds and feel the crackle of electricity.
It was no wonder she’d fought so fiercely to be free, if this was what she experienced when she flew.
The same feeling he’d had with Christoffer in the forest filled William. It was as if he was touching something just beyond human understanding.
He could think of no way to express it but to kiss her.
William cupped her head, fisting his other hand against her back, and kissed her so hard her head bent back. Mirela gasped against his lips and he took advantage of it, plundering her mouth with his tongue.
Suddenly her arms wrapped tight around his neck and she pushed up onto her toes. Her tongue dueled with his, finally finding its way into his mouth to taste him.
Yes, yes.
He grabbed her ass, lifting her from the floor. Mirela wrapped her legs around his hips, their kiss never breaking. William staggered to the bed and dropped her down on it, coming down on top of her.
“You are mine,
” he growled.
Unlike Christoffer, she did not acquiesce easily. “Make me believe it,” she demanded.
With a growl, William grabbed her wrists, hooking his fingers through the rings on her jesses. She struggled, though not with any real desire to get away. He didn’t want to handcuff her to the bed, he had other plans for her.
He released her for a minute to shuck his pants. Standing by the bed, he grabbed her by the waist and took her nipple in his mouth. She cried out, her legs falling open. William wasted no time pressing his fingers between the lips of her sex.
Her nails dug into his back, her breath came in pants and her lips were beautiful.
Grabbing his cock, he pumped it a few times even as he raised her to a sitting position.
“Today you are going to pleasure me.”
He pulled her head down and brushed his cock against her cheek. Mirela jumped, trying to pull back. “No,” he snapped. “You will take it in your mouth. Lick me, then suck on it. Do not bite or scrape me with your teeth.”
He pressed the tip of his cock into her mouth.
This was diabolically cruel. The girl was a virgin, she probably didn’t even know things like oral sex existed, but he wanted to feel her lips around him too much to be able to offer her any leniency.
Mirela’s tongue touched the slit at the tip of his cock and he moaned in pleasure. Slowly, but with growing confidence, she began to toy with his cock. She had no idea what she was doing but her innocent explorations were incredibly pleasurable. Her fingers danced up and down his length, petted his balls, then squeezed his shaft. She kept the tip in her mouth, toying with his foreskin with her tongue.
She sucked on the tip and at the same time she squeezed the shaft, causing him to almost come. William yanked his cock from her mouth.
Her ministrations hadn’t calmed him. He felt more wild and brutal than he had before.
“I want to fuck you,” he said, pushing her down.
“Yes, Master.”
Her obedient response gave him pause. “This is not an order. If you don’t want this, I’ll stop.” He held his breath.
“I do want this,” she said, and he wished he could see her eyes and read the truth there. “I am yours, for the rest of my life. I did not long for boys like the other girls, but I do want to know what the girls who get married know. I did not expect it, but if you want to have sex with me, then I want you to do it. From what Christoffer said it is very fun.”
“Christoffer… Jesus.” William scrubbed his hand over his face. The wolf had explained sex to her? Well, at least she wouldn’t be shocked by what was about to happen. “I do want to have sex with you.”
She reached for him, nearly smacking his injured cheek. William caught her hand and, without thinking, brought it to his lips, kissing the center of her palm.
The world slowed and stopped for a moment. William’s heart trembled, his chest nearly aching with a sudden emotion he wouldn’t, couldn’t name.
Trying to shake the feeling that something had changed, he latched on to her breast, sucking hard on her nipple. Mirela cried out, her hands fisting his hair. He lightly bit her nipple, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers pinched and rolled the other nipple.
Her legs were thrashing, her hips lifted. “I want to feel what I did yesterday.”
“Yes, we both will,” he assured her, kissing a path up her neck. He dipped his fingers into her sex. She was dripping wet.
Fumbling in his eagerness, William grabbed a condom from beside the bed, rolled it on and positioned himself between her legs.
“Hook your legs around my waist. This might hurt.”
William eased his cock in. She was hot and tight. Mirela’s mouth opened and closed and her head rolled slowly from side to side. Finally she let out a little whimper.
“Ow! It hurts.”
“I know,” he panted. God, she felt good, so tight.
Mirela shifted beneath him. “It hurts.”
“It will get better.”
“I don’t know if I like this.” She wiggled some more.
“Mirela, be still.”
“It hurts.”
Afraid he’d lost her, William rolled, holding their hips together so she stayed on top. She curled up on his chest, making soft sniffling noises. His cock was still inside her.
“I didn’t know it would hurt.”
“It won’t ever hurt again, unless you want it to.”
“Want it to?”
Bloody fool, one thing at a time. “Has the hurting stopped?” he asked, brushing her hair off her back and petting her shoulders.
“A bit.”
The need to dominate and fuck her had fled to be replaced by the need to comfort and protect her.
“I want you to be happy,” he said, stroking her cheek with one curled finger. He winced, what was he saying? But the words had not been a lie.
Where had this tenderness come from? He barely knew the girl. But she was beautiful and exotic and passionate. For all his anger over what she’d done to him, he had to admit that he found it attractive that she’d been willing to fight. He just wanted that fighting spirit to be his to command.
He stroked her back.
Mirela turned her head and kissed his chest, then licked his throat. William froze, letting her explore. She nibbled on the line of his jaw and sucked his lower lip. He eased her into a sitting position. Mirela’s mouth formed an O of surprise as his cock shifted inside her.
“This feels good.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad.”
Hands on her hips, he urged her to move, teaching her the rhythm he wanted. Mirela’s hips rocked back and forth, his cock sliding in and out, the head rubbing against the inside of her pussy. William slid his hand up her belly to her breast. He squeezed each breast in turn, then lightly slapped each before pinching her nipples.
“Hands behind your head,” he ordered. She obeyed without hesitation. Smiling in savage satisfaction, William continued to toy with her breasts, his touch growing rougher. He twisted and pulled her nipples until they were swollen and pink.
“Lift your hips up, good. Now slide down my cock. That’s my pretty falcon. Fuck yourself on my cock. Good.”
She rose and fell, her breasts bouncing. William pressed his thumb between the lips of her sex, rubbing her clit. She jerked and moaned when he found it.
“No!” He slapped her breast. “Don’t stop.” The pink imprint of his hand faded as she began moving, faster now. Each downstroke brushed her clit against his thumb.
“That’s right, fuck yourself on me,” he said, jerking his hips off the bed to increase his pleasure.
“I feel, I feel…”
“You’re going to come, aren’t you? I want you to come from fucking yourself on my cock.”
“Yes.” She moaned. “I’m going to come from fucking.” The dirty talk pushed William’s arousal to the breaking point.
He needed to fuck her, harder and faster. Lifting Mirela off his cock, he threw her down, rolled over her and shoved his cock back inside her pussy before she knew what had happened.
William braced his arms and pistoned himself in and out of her sex. Mirela whispered naughty dirty words in his ear, demanding that he fuck her and make her come. He shifted her legs over his arms so that as she thrust forward his belly rubbed her clit.
Mirela’s head thrashed side-to-side, words lost to her as pleasure consumed her. William watched with a savage smile as her mouth opened and she screamed in orgasm. Her pussy tightened rhythmically around his cock as she came and that pushed him over the edge. William pumped his hips, spilling deep inside her.
He rolled off Mirela. She curled into his side, head on his shoulder, breath puffing against his sweaty chest.
Taking her hand in his, he raised it to his mouth and kissed her palm.
*
“Your horse will bolt,” Christoffer warned as they made their way across the grounds to the stables.
“He’s been trai
ned to run with dogs,” William replied.
“I’m not a dog.”
They’d reached the stable. Andrew came out, leading William’s gelding, who was already saddled. William saw Andrew looking at Christoffer. William cleared his throat and the boy jerked his attention back to the horse.
Andrew bent and created a lift with his cupped hands, helping William mount up. With a brisk “Thank you” to the boy, William turned the horse toward the woods, Christoffer falling in step beside him.
Christoffer was in a good mood, laughing and joking. William did his best to smile and match Christoffer’s mood, but it was a failing effort.
You have nothing to feel bad about, William told himself.
His nerves were raw. He couldn’t believe what had happened over the past two days. He’d had gay sex with a werewolf, taken the virginity of a werefalcon, and…started to fall in love.
Christoffer’s hair was gold in the sunlight. He wore his own clothes and the tank top—skimpy for the cool autumn air—showed off his arms. Now that William had let himself accept that he could act on his attraction, he enjoyed looking at Christoffer’s firm young body.
“This is ridiculously English,” Christoffer said, indicating the formal gardens.
“I’m ridiculously English.” William tried to say it with a smile but failed.
Christoffer grabbed the horse’s bridle. “Are you upset about what we did?”
“I don’t feel we need to discuss it,” William said, looking around.
Christoffer’s face screwed up in anger. “Back to this? You’re going to pretend you didn’t fuck me?”
“I’m pretending nothing.”
“But you’re fucking terrified of any of them finding out.” He threw his hand out in an arch to indicate the grounds.
William bent in the saddle and grabbed Christoffer by the collar, dragging him close. William’s horse pranced nervously.
“Do you want them to know exactly what you are, wolf? My life is my own and is no concern of those who work for me. You serve me, nothing more. That we choose to have a sexual relationship is secondary to that.”
“I’m so sorry to speak above my station,” Christoffer growled.
“You should be. What do you want? Do you want me to parade around with you on my arm, introducing you as my boyfriend?”
