by Dixon, Ruby
We lock eyes, and I allow the great beast inside me to slide into place, for just a moment. This little wolf is going to be eaten by the big bad bear. She gulps but bravely doesn’t move.
Sweet as honey but sharp like a bee. She’s going to sting me a thousand times before we’re done, and I’m going to love every fucking painful moment.
But first, we’re going to lay some ground rules. “I’m in charge here, and backchat like that is going to result in a whupping. Because we’re just starting out, I’m going to give you an option. You can have five strokes now or you’ll get ten after you come. Which is it going to be?”
Maddie’s skin is getting flushed all over. From the tips of her cute-as-hell ears to the soft skin on her belly. “I’ll take ten after,” she says, so quietly that I have to strain to hear her.
“That’s good. Real good, babe.” I turn her around and push her up the stairs. “I’m dusty, and I don’t want to get any wood chips on your skin so we are going to take that shower. You’re going to wash my hair, scrub my beard, and then you’re going to get on your knees and suck me off.”
She stumbles at those last words. Yeah, the little sub wants my dick in her mouth. My hands are shaking so hard it’s difficult to get my clothes off. I toe off my boots and shuck my pants and shirt before I even reach the top of the stairs. Completely nude, I half-push, half-guide Maddie through the master bedroom and into the en suite bathroom.
“Take off your clothes,” I order roughly. I use the pretense of starting the shower to avoid watching her disrobe. Another time, I’d have loved the show, but I’m too close to blowing my load right now. I need a little distance. I fiddle with the knobs. Like the rest of the house, I went big in the bathroom. The shower itself is big enough that I could lie flat in it if I wanted to. Nearly seven feet long, the shower has three different water sources: one big rainhead in the ceiling, a regular showerhead, and a wand.
The wand came with the set, and I never had occasion to use it…until now. I pick it up and test the spray. It can’t be too hot. I don’t want to burn my new pussy.
I drag the cedar bench I use when I’m taking a steam and position it under the rainhead. By the time I’m done, Maddie’s standing in the middle of my black and gold marble bathroom, looking like a goddess.
I swipe a hand across my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Maddie Thorne. You should be in town or with one of the Millers but fuck if I’m going to take you there. Now get your pretty ass over here.”
She hops to, submissive to her core. I’ve heard about wolves like her. They want to be ordered around. It makes them feel wanted, appreciated. And if you don’t work them with a firm hand, then they don’t respect you.
If I’m going to have Maddie more than once, I’ll have to show her that I understand her peculiar needs. And I’m going to want to have her again and again. Once isn’t going to be enough. I don’t even need to taste her to know that I want to keep her. Maybe not as my mate. No, not a mate, but I can’t see myself letting her go in the near future. Or the far future.
I lick my lips. The urge to feast on her body is almost too strong to resist. But I know I have to wait even if it kills me.
“Come on inside.” I beckon for her to join me.
“This is a big shower.”
“I’m a big man.”
Her eyes fall to my cock that’s pointing straight up in the air.
“Yes, you are,” she says in full appreciation.
My cock jumps toward her, seeking her wet heat. I grab my junk and pull down hard. This is about Maddie’s needs. Not mine.
“Shampoo,” I manage to grunt out. “Wash me.”
I take a seat before I fall down and keep a painful grip on my cock as Maddie pours shampoo into her hand and begins to lather me up. Her fingers dig into my scalp, and her lush tits press against my head. Sometimes I feel a nipple against my neck or shoulder. It’s a goddamn tease, a fucking torture. But I bear it so she knows that I can be in control no matter what she does.
It’s the hardest test I’ve ever endured.
When she moves to the front and stands between my legs, I nearly spurt all over her creamy skin. I bite down on the inside of my mouth hard enough that the tangy taste of copper spreads across my tongue. The blood and pain are just enough to keep the edge off as she commences petting my beard.
“Your hair is a lot softer than I thought it would be,” she comments almost absent-mindedly as she scrapes her fingernails across my jawline.
A moan builds in my throat, and my breath turns choppy and harsh as I fight for control. Her pussy, slick from her arousal, from the water, from the soap, slides across the top of my fist. She’s trying to break me, but it’s not happening.
“You done yet?” I ask, my tone harsh and angry.
“Almost.” There’s a tease in her voice that tells me that she could do this all night. It’s time to up the game.
“You’re done,” I tell her. I surge to my feet and grab a wet hank of her hair. I tug hard until the long column of her neck is exposed. “I was going to let you suck my cock, but you were a bad girl, trying to tease me like that. You were trying to make me come, weren’t you?”
She returns my hard stare with a bright, mischievous one of her own. “I was just washing you like you had ordered.”
I shake my head. “That kind of sass is going to earn you more lashes.” I whip her around to face the tile. “Hands up on the tile. You do not move for any reason. Hear me?”
She nods.
“Use your words, babe.”
“Yes. No moving until you tell me to.”
“Good girl.” I give her a light slap on the ass and then kneel down between her legs. In this position, I can see every inch of her sweet pussy, from her swollen lips to her eager little clit. The puckered skin around her ass tempts me just as much. One day soon, I’m going to take her there. But for now? Now I’m going to eat her like I’m a starving man and she’s my first meal.
5
Maddie
“You have a safe word?”
I’m startled by the gruff question. “I…yes. It’s ‘Albuquerque’.” My fingers clutch at the wet tile, but there’s nothing for me to hold on to. I feel overpowered and disoriented…
And so, so turned on. Most women would be screaming and running away. Me? I’m panting and hoping he touches me in all my most sensitive places.
He positions me against the tile just how he wants, pulling my hips out a bit and making me spread my legs wider. I press my cheek to the cool surface, biting my lip. Please touch me. Please touch me. The words echo in my brain like a mantra.
“You know to use it if you need it, right, little wolf?”
I nod, closing my eyes. Funny how we’ve fallen into this kind of relationship so fast. It’s like he was able to look at me and realize exactly what I needed. I’ve had ex-boyfriends who weren’t as perceptive as this stranger. I suppose if I have to have a wild, crazy fling with a local, I’m glad it’s this guy. We’ll have hot, nasty sex and then I’ll give him a makeover and then I’m totally free. He doesn’t want a relationship, and I’m pretty sure that after we have sex, I’m not going to be satisfied with anyone else around here.
It works out well. In theory.
Then I don’t have time to think anymore, because he takes the spray wand and rubs it between my legs. “How’s that feel, dirty girl?”
I squirm. It feels good enough, but it also feels like child’s play next to the thought of this big, brawny man touching me. “It’s not bad.”
“Don’t like it?” he grunts. “Thought it might be a fun toy.”
“I like your touch,” I tell him. “More than anything else.”
“Mmm. Bossy of you.”
I wiggle. Bossy girls get spankings, don’t they? God, I’d love a spanking from his big, callused hands right about now. I’m practically dripping with need. It’s not that I want the pain; I just want the overwhelming feeling of being possessed and owned. I didn’t realize
until now just how much I’ve missed being in my pack. It always provided the feeling of ownership and belonging. Now that I’m gone, I’ve felt a bit lost without it.
Right now, though? I don’t feel lost. I feel right at home.
Chance tosses aside the wand. “You’re pushing your legs together again, little wolf.”
“Sorry.” I breathe the word and then dutifully spread my legs further apart.
The moment I do, I feel a beard tickle my inner thighs. A squeal escapes me but not before his fingers dig into my skin and he tugs my ass cheeks apart. “Hold still, bad girl.”
I do. I’m practically vibrating with need, but I manage to keep my body frozen in the position he has me in, and I’m rewarded with his mouth on my pussy. A moan escapes my throat as his tongue slicks into my core, tasting me.
“Damn, you’re fucking sweet.”
“Thank you.” It comes out breathless, and I try to think of something else to say, but his mouth returns, and he starts tonguing me from clit to asshole. He’s not gentle—more like he’s at a feast and he’s taking everything he can before someone else grabs it from his hands. His mouth’s devouring me, his teeth skimming soft flesh before he punishes me with his tongue.
It drives a low cry from my throat, and he swats my ass. “Quit moving.”
“Sorry. Sorry.” I try to remain in place, but the tickle of his beard and the stroke of his tongue? The way he goes to town on me like I’m his favorite meal and he’s been starving for weeks? I can’t help it. My legs start to tremble, and my pussy clenches with an oncoming orgasm.
“You gonna come in my mouth?” The beard flicks against my skin, tickling me, and I nearly collapse when his tongue flicks over my bottom and he drives a finger deep inside me. A moment later, he adds a second, and I’m coming, a choked scream dragging from my throat. He finger-fucks me as I come, making sure that he wrings out every shudder of the orgasm from me.
I moan and press against the tile, feeling boneless.
He smacks my ass. “You didn’t ask for permission to come, bad girl.”
“You didn’t tell me I couldn’t,” I bite back. I’m feeling wonderful, but I’m also starting to worry about those ten smacks he promised me earlier. Should I explain to him I’m into being dominated but not into pain itself? That I’ll take the discipline but hopefully he’s not into dishing out tons of pain? Or will he see that as more sassing?
When he doesn’t reply, I start to worry. Instead, he soaps me up and begins to wash me in a rather proprietary fashion, as if I’m little more than a doll. I dutifully turn and tilt my head when he indicates he wants to wash my hair. I’m eating up the attention and a little sad that he doesn’t want anything permanent. I’d let this guy be my alpha any day—bear or not.
Which reminds me…he hasn’t come. I turn around and grab his cock, dragging my wet hand up and down it. I’m being naughty and I don’t even care. Part of the fun of being naughty is that I get attention. Also, his cock is big and thick, and it’s just itching for me to touch it, I bet.
He grabs my hand and cocks an eyebrow at me. “Did I say you could do that?”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.” Chance looks even more savage with the shower plastering his wet hair to his head. He’s wilder and fiercer than anyone I’ve ever met, and just looking at him makes me shiver all over. “You need to be clear on what I can and can’t do if you’re the boss.”
“That so?” A wicked look crosses his face, and he reaches over and turns off the shower spray. Then he stalks the two steps toward me and grabs me by my slick waist and flings me over his shoulder, my ass in the air.
“What are you doing?” I don’t fight, because every inch of me is screaming yes, yes, more, more.
“Taking you to bed so I can show you I’m in charge.”
I squirm a little at that, remembering the lashes he promised. I have a safe word, though. I can always use that if things get too…intense. Of course, I like intense. Part of the excitement is anticipation, and I’m getting aroused all over again just imagining what he’ll do to me.
The first time we went through his bedroom, I barely had a chance to look around. Now, I’m upside down, but a moment later, I’m tossed onto the bed and flat on my back. My breasts jiggle, and I stare up at the magnificent carved wooden posts arching up from the enormous bed. “Wow. You really do go big with everything, don’t you?”
He grunts and tugs on my ankle, pulling me back down to the edge of the bed. “On your hands and knees, little wolf.”
I nod and do as he commands, presenting him with my ass while my elbows go down into the sheets.
The moment my butt is in the air, his hand covers my pussy, and he squeezes it. A moan rises from my throat at the possessive touch. “You’re soaked again, baby. You thinking about the spanking you’re going to get?”
I shake my head. “I-I’m not really into pain.”
“Just being owned, eh?”
I’m silent, because it’s hard to describe to a non-wolf. There’s no greater feeling than that of belonging to your alpha. But my relationship with my last alpha went sour, and the pack here isn’t home for me. Actually, letting Chance push me around and manhandle me is the closest I’ve felt to home since leaving California.
“Maybe I should give you those spanks now,” he says, as if trying to guess my mood.
“If you want to.”
“I’m not going to hurt you bad, but any…woman of mine needs to know who her master is.”
Those are magic words. I nod and push my head down on the blankets, ready to take the punishment so I can be his. All his, if only for today.
His big palm cracks against one ass cheek, the sound startling me more than the pain. “One.” I push back against each smack of his hand, accepting them as my dues. They’re not excessively hard smacks, but they’re enough to leave my skin stinging when he finally counts off, “Ten. Do you feel appropriately chastened, little wolf?”
I consider my answer. ‘Chastened’ is probably not the right word. ‘Aroused’, maybe. Not from the spanking, but from the fact that he’s in total control. I wiggle my stinging bottom against him. “I might need more proof that I’m yours.”
“Do you?” A hand knots in my wet hair, and he wraps it around his hand. I whimper, because, oh lord, I do love hair pulling. Nothing gets me submissive quite so quickly.
His cock pushes hard against my thigh, and I spread my legs wider and raise my ass in a silent invitation.
It’s one that he takes, and in the next moment, he thrusts into me. It’s not a polite or careful thrust but one of total ownership, and it stings almost as much as it feels utterly incredible. A moan of pleasure breaks from my throat, and his hand tightens on my hair.
“Like that, do you? You like being mine?”
I nod, not easy considering he’s got my head pinned. He thrusts into me again, hard.
“I want to hear you say it out loud.”
“I’m yours.”
I’m rewarded with another forceful push, one that almost drives me across the bedsheets. He’s strong, and his masterful command over me is hitting all my kinks like they’re buttons on a switchboard. He starts to rock into me with hard, rough, quick thrusts that speak of his pleasure more than mine. I’m being taken, and I’m not being asked for permission, and it’s amazing. My moans turn to small cries, to louder cries, and by the time I come again, my throat is hoarse from all the screaming I’m doing.
And I feel so good.
I feel even better a few moments later when he hisses my name between his teeth and his thrusts grow ragged as he comes. Wetness floods through me, and I feel his spend dripping down my thighs even as he pulls out of me and gives my ass one last slap.
I collapse on the bed, trying to catch my breath as he stalks to the bathroom and gets a towel. He returns a moment later, cleaning off his still-hard cock, and then gives me a fresh, damp towel so I can clean up.
He’s silent. The spell is broken.
I’m a little wistful, thinking of the wonderful time we just had. But there’s nothing about this man that says he wants a companion, and I’m better off being single. I prop up on one elbow and regard him.
“So…when do you want to come in to the spa for your makeover?”
6
Chance
I’ve never been a man of many words, but Maddie stole what few ones I had left. She took everything I had, followed every demand, came like an angel, and tasted better than heaven.
I try to remind myself that I don’t believe in mates, but it’s hard to hold on to that mantra now.
“Spa?” I ask dumbly as she peers at me under her lashes.
“You said that after we, ah, had sex, that I could make you over.”
I frown. “I thought you wanted me to shower.”
“That, too.” She runs a hand down my bare arm. Her fingers are soft as fuck. I look at the abrasions I’ve made on her smooth skin. A red mark here, a scratch there. Bruises along her hips where I gripped her tight.
I trace a fingertip over one. “Did I hurt you?”
She smiles. “No. Did I hurt you?”
She pokes a finger against a nail mark in my shoulder. “Hell no. Felt good as fuck.” I stretch out on my back and tuck my hands under my head to keep from running them all over her body. She needs some rest. A good Dom makes sure his subbie is well fed, well rested, and well fucked. I’d done the last one but not the first two. “You hungry?”
She rubs her stomach. “I could eat. The hamburger was good but a little on the small side.”
I launch myself from the mattress and find a pair of loose sweats for me and a long-sleeved cotton T-shirt for her. The thing got shrunk in the wash, and I was going to use it for a rag.
I toss it to her. “Here. Wear this.”
She catches it but sets it beside her. “I should go. What time is it, anyway?”
She wants to go? The curtainless windows show that night has swallowed all the light. Up north, the only lights are those in the night sky. Stars, the aurora borealis, the bright moon. On a cloudy night, it’s pitch black.
