Wolf Women (The Madison Wolves Book 10)

by Robin Roseau

  It took her a few more minutes to set everything up and test it. "All right, you have to get up."

  "Are we moving the couch closer?"

  "No. Haven't you ever seen anyone play Wii? You don't sit." She pulled me to my feet and handed me something that looked like a television remote. "Slip the strap around your wrist. Just in case."

  "In case what?"

  "In case you drop it."

  "I'm not that clumsy, Ember."

  But she pointedly put the strap for the other remote around her wrist then waited for me. So I emulated her.

  "Okay, now we pick a song. I'll pick a real easy one."

  "I have no idea what we're doing."

  "You have to dance," she said. "In time to what's going on. It's easier to show you." She played with her remote for a minute, and things on the television changed far faster than I could follow. "There," she said. "You have to do what they show you on the screen."

  She pressed play, and after a little introduction, she began dancing. I stared at the screen, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do.

  "Zoe, you have to dance," she said. "Come on! It's fun. Are you afraid of looking stupid?"

  "Yes," I said. But I began dancing. I had no clue what I was supposed to do.

  "Not like that. Here." She moved behind me then clasped my wrists and began moving me like a puppet. "See?"

  "I guess."

  By the end of the song, it sort of made sense. "Let's try again," I said.

  It took me several more songs before I thought I had the hang of it. It was actually kind of fun. Ember and I danced side by side, and the game recorded how well we did. Her screen kept saying things like, "Perfect," and "You're totally awesome, I just love you to pieces." Okay, it didn't say that, but mine said, "What's wrong with you, old lady? Even my granny dances better than you."

  Or something like that, anyway.

  I began to put on a shine, so I asked for a break. Ember seemed surprised, but then I added, "I'm only a human, Ember, and I'm not young anymore."

  "Oh. Right. You don't want to get all sweaty before Portia gets here. That happens after."

  "Hey!" I complained.

  "So, whatcha got for snacks?"

  "I can whip up some tofu cakes specially designed for smartass teenage wolves."

  She laughed. "I bet Portia has real food here."

  "You're free to raid the fridge," I said.

  "I'll get you started with my favorite game first." She fiddled with her controller, then a new game started. A game called "Endless Blue" began. She turned to me. "You'll like this, and it's a lot easier." She spent a few minutes teaching me the game, then she left me to my own.

  This was a single player game, and it was like I was a scuba diver, swimming around in the ocean. There were all sorts of fish, and I got to swim with them.

  It was pretty cool, and I got totally into it.

  "I knew you'd like it," she said. "There were some frozen pizza rolls." She held out the plate. "Want one?"

  "No, thank you," I said.

  * * * *

  Ember stayed until ten before I reminded her it was a school night.

  "I know," she said. She shut down her game and packed up. "Zoe, this was really fun."

  "I thought so, too," I said.

  I walked her to the door. She hesitated, then set down her bag and turned to me, moving into a hug. She held me tightly.

  "Thank you," she whispered.

  Out on the front steps, I stared after her as she walked away.

  Taken, Well Taken

  It was just shy of midnight when Portia came home. I waited up for her, although it was late. I used the time to put more of my photos up on some of the photo sharing sites. It was probably a waste of my time, as the amount of cash I got that way was minimal.

  Now, if I was willing to produce photos of nearly naked women, those might sell. And I was all about the objectification of women. Yeah, that was entirely I.

  As soon as I heard the front door, I snapped the laptop shut and set it aside, and I was on my feet by the time Portia made it that far.

  She didn't have to call out for me. I'm sure she knew where I was from scent, and she turned the corner into the living room. We stared at each other.

  I wanted her.

  She smiled, then looked me up and down thoroughly and smiled again. After Ember had left, I had opened the blouse most of the way, exposing more of the camisole.

  "Is this look for me or for Ember?"

  "For you!" I said defensively. "I was primly buttoned until two hours ago."

  She grinned. "You can't always tell when I'm teasing, can you?"

  "Neither can you," I replied.

  She moved closer, setting her hands on my hips. Then she reeled me in, and I went to her willingly, enthusiastically. I lifted my lips and closed my eyes.

  The kiss was deep and searing.

  And yes, I moaned, but it didn't sound at all like "Take me". It may -- and I repeat the word 'may' -- have sounded a little like 'yours'.

  Or maybe an awful lot like 'yours'.

  When finally our mouths separated, I was thoroughly draped over her. That was something I really liked about her, the way I could let go with her.

  I really, really liked the way she took care of me. It felt so good.

  "I told you," she whispered.

  "Take me," I whispered back. "If you're not too tired."

  She didn't wait. I screeched and clung to her as she picked me up. She laughed and headed for the stairs. I giggled the entire way. But not once did I protest.

  I loved when she carried me. Elisabeth had been the first lover I let pick me up, and now with Portia, I looked forward to it.

  The wolves were making me into something I had never been before, and I was letting them.

  No. I was encouraging it.

  "Take me," I ordered again. Portia set me down gently on the bed, then crawled up after me, climbing up my body. She pressed me into the bed, kissing me deeply again.

  "You obeyed me," she said when the kiss was over. "I wasn't sure you would." She fingered my camisole so I knew what she was talking about. She leaned into me and nuzzled my neck. "Good..." she nibbled my ear, then kissed her way to the other side. "... girl."

  I wasn't accustomed to letting my lovers call me 'girl'. But when she said it, when she called me a good girl, it made me gooey. Everything she did made me gooey. I felt my ardor rising, and I was pleased by her expression of approval.

  She captured my lips again, and it wasn't long before I moaned and squirmed under her.

  One of the moans may have sounded a little like 'Take me'. No, not possibly. Although I admit another sounded like, 'Yes, oh yes'. And one may have suspiciously sounded like, 'Portia'.

  She continued to kiss me, but her hands moved between us, and she found the last two buttons I hadn't released. She struggled with them. I moved my hands to help, but without even breaking the kiss, she growled, and I immediately went limp.

  She released the buttons before she released my mouth, then she hovered over me. "Good girl," she said again.

  I opened my eyes to look up at her.

  "I am taking you shopping this weekend," she said. "We are buying more skirts and blouses." Then she began threading me out of the blouse, leaving the camisole in place. She tossed the blouse aside. "And more of these, whatever these are called."

  "Camisole," I said. "You didn't know this was a camisole."

  "I don't own any."

  "I would like to see you in them," I said. "We can find some that fit you."

  She paused, considering. "We'll see."

  "You will look good," I said. "Black. Or deep red. But probably black, silky, and matching black undies. It will feel good. You could wear them under your other clothes, and you'll fell them against your skin."

  She smiled, and then her hand moved up my side, sliding over the silky smooth material until she found my breast. I closed my eyes as she began to knead me. Her th
umb teased my nipple, which hardened under her touch.

  "Mine, Zoe," she said. "Aren't you?"

  "Yes," I hissed. "I love what you do to me."

  "I know you do," she said.

  I tried reaching for her, but she captured my hands. "You know that's not how this is going to work." She pressed my wrists to the bed, my hands near my head. "These stay here. If they move again, I will tie them."

  My eyes snapped open. "You wouldn't."

  "I would, and I would enjoy it. I might even enjoy it more than your willing surrender. Do you intend to test me?"

  I smiled at her. "Yes." And then I dashed my hands for her ribs, hoping to get at least a few seconds of tickling her. It was a futile attempt, and she captured my wrists easily. I giggled at her. "You don't have anything to tie them with."

  "Is that what you believe?" she asked.

  I tried struggling with her, but it did me no good. She moved my wrists so they were pressed to the bed near my hips, then, still holding them, she reached underneath me, pulling my arms behind my back while wrapping her arms around my waist. Then, still holding me like that, she began to climb from the bed.

  "No!" I said. "Portia, no!"

  I wasn't sure if my protests were real. We hadn't played any games like this. I wasn't sure if I really wanted her to stop, I wasn't sure at all.

  She didn't stop. She pulled me up from the bed and threw me over her shoulder, still holding my hands behind my back. I couldn't believe she could do it.

  I kicked and protested.

  She carried me to the closet then transferred my hands so she could clasp both wrists in one big, strong hand. From my position over her shoulder, I couldn't see what she grabbed, but then we stepped away and returned to the bed. She popped me off her shoulder and back onto the bed, rolling me onto my stomach and pinning me there. I kicked at her, but she climbed onto the bed with me and pinned me thoroughly to the bed, then slowly, methodically tied my wrists together.

  "Stop it!" I protested.

  She finished what she was doing then rolled me over. Her eyes were a little wild, but she sat me up and then kneeled in front of me, her hands on my shoulders.

  "Zoe?"

  I struggled with my wrists then turned to look at her. "I can't believe you tied me so easily."

  I could see her struggling with herself. "Do I need to stop?"

  I struggled some more. She had tied me very well, and I didn't think I was making headway.

  "Did you think I was bluffing?" she asked. "You challenged me. I thought it was permission."

  I thought about it. "It was," I said finally. "But I don't want to lie on my arms for very long."

  She smiled. "There are a few things that you don't seem to fully understand."

  "I understand just fine," I retorted.

  "You belong to me." She moved closer, leaning over me, well into my space. "You are mine. And you will obey me."

  "Good luck with that."

  She moved quickly, nearly instantly. She had me on my feet next to the bed and stripped my skirt and undies from me. Then before I could react, I was back on the bed.

  And in her throat, she began to growl.

  Immediately, I would have turned submissive if I could. But she didn't wait. She rolled me onto my stomach, then followed me onto the bed. She pushed me where she wanted me, using her legs to pin mine, but pulling me onto my knees, my head down and my ass in the air.

  "You will obey me!" she said, still growling at the same time.

  "No!"

  She didn't punish me. Instead, she licked me right at the cleft of my butt cheeks. It may have been one of the most sensuous things anyone had ever done to me.

  "Portia!" I screamed. I tried to squirm, but she held me tightly.

  She licked me again, and a third time. I had never known I was so sensitive there. I screamed her name again.

  Listening to me, it probably sounded terrible, but I felt my ardor rising, rising dramatically, and I knew she could judge my mood from my scent. And my mood was simple. I wanted her to take me.

  "You will obey me," she said again. "Won't you."

  "No," but it was a whisper. She licked me again.

  "Yes, you will," she said. "I've only started, and I can smell your surrender already." Then she licked, but one hand slipped under the camisole and found a nipple. She pinched, and I gasped.

  "Obey," she ordered. "Promise it."

  I squirmed and struggled, trying to escape her, earning a slap on my bottom. I yelped, but then she licked me again, and I went insane.

  Her hand left my breast and moved between my legs. She began teasing me, and she knew what she was doing.

  "Do you want me to stop?"

  "No!"

  "Promise, or I'll stop. I'll untie you, and you can go to bed frustrated."

  "No!"

  "Promise, Zoe. You will obey."

  Then she licked, and her fingers pressed against me, making a promise.

  "You know this is our relationship. You know I am a dominant wolf. And you know you will obey."

  "I'll obey," I whispered. "I'll obey!"

  "Keep saying it," she said. "Keep promising." And then she was teasing me in earnest.

  "I'll obey! I'll obey!"

  She parted me.

  "I'll obey!" I screamed.

  And she entered me, and all I could think was, "I'll obey! I'll obey!"

  * * * *

  She teased and tormented me -- delicious, delicious torments -- for an hour. I came three, maybe four times, each time screaming, "I'll obey!"

  Finally she untied my wrists, but then she retied them in front of me. I was far too worn out -- and obedient -- to even think of struggling. Then she went to the closet and came back to tie my ankles as well.

  She left, turning out the lights in the house before returning to me. I lay where she left me, but she pulled me under the covers and into her warm arms.

  "Yours," I whispered.

  "Mine," she agreed.

  "Why did you do that to me?"

  "It started as a reward for dressing the way I asked, but then you were feeling feisty. I thought you needed a reminder."

  "I liked my reminder," I said.

  "If you don't keep your promise, the next reminder won't be as fun."

  "If I do keep my promise, will I get more reminders like this one?"

  "Yes."

  "Good."

  * * * *

  She kept me tied all night, wrapped in her arms. I slept well, waking only occasionally. I felt the bonds each time and was reminded what we had done, what she had done to me, what I had promised. It was... intoxicating.

  In the morning, I woke before Portia did. I was on my side, my head resting on her shoulder. We were both still naked, and the covers had slipped down. I got a good view of her perfect skin, her strong, perfect chest, her perfect breasts. Even relaxed in sleep, I could feel her strength.

  God! I loved her.

  I was still bound, hand and foot. I knew she'd left me like this as a symbolic gesture. I wasn't at all sure what it did to her to see me like this, to do this to me. I wasn't sure what it did to me, either.

  I'd never been submissive with my lovers before. Oh sure, I'd experimented. Doesn't everyone? I'd been tied before, although I was more likely to do the tying. But it had never been like this.

  My relationship with Portia had begun with the understanding she was an enforcer with authority over me, even when I was dating Elisabeth. And then I had reported to her while serving my sentence.

  We had established certain patterns long before we had become lovers. And now Portia had told me those patterns would continue.

  I would obey.

  I had agreed to obey.

  But it had been in the moment of passion. Okay, not exactly a moment. But it had been in passion.

  Thinking about that made me think about what else she had done to me. She had known exactly what to do to drive me crazy. I'd been entirely helpless to stop her; she did
whatever she wanted to me, regardless of my struggles.

  And oh god, it had been amazing.

  There was that word again.

  I could feel my ardor rising, just thinking about it. I wanted her to do it again, and again, and again.

  Portia's nose twitched, and I immediately began to blush. Even I could smell the lingering scent from last night's activities, but she could smell my reaction this morning?

  She began to smile. "Someone is remembering."

  "I can't believe you can smell that," I whispered.

  She opened her eyes and rolled her head. We stared into each other's eyes from inches away.

  "You made promises to me last night," she said.

  "I know. Portia-"

  She lifted fingers to my lips.

  "I want you to be yourself, Zoe," she said. "You are a strong, dynamic woman who speaks her mind. We are partners in what we do."

  She pulled her fingers from my lips, brushing them as she did so.

  I glanced down at my bound wrists, then looked back up at her. I didn't know what to say.

  She caressed my cheek. "You're worried." I nodded. "Let me ask you some questions. When I call and tell you I want you to dress a certain way, is it going to bother you?"

  I thought about it. I didn't have an answer.

  She frowned. "You wouldn't obey such a small thing, knowing how much pleasure it would bring me?"

  When she put it that way, it was easier. "I would," I said. "It's just... this is a lot to absorb."

  "You're afraid I'll treat you like a puppet."

  "Yes."

  "Take you for granted."

  "Yes."

  "Hurt you."

  I thought about it. "I don't know. You turned a little wild around your eyes last night."

  "Are you afraid because I turned a little wild, or because you fear it was because I wanted to hurt you?"

  "I don't think you wanted to hurt me, but maybe you wanted to play rougher."

  "No, I don't want to play rougher. Taking you that way was as intoxicating for me as it was for you, Zoe. My own reaction surprised me. That's all."

  I thought about it. "If I tell you that you are being too rough, you will stop."

  "Always," she said. "Promise."

  "You will never, ever hit me."

  Her eyes grew wide. "Never."