She licked her lips. Then, sounding less sure of herself, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he cooed.
He made her sit there and watch him while he took his time sipping his Coke. Her eyes never left him while he did his best to not drag her into the bedroom and make love to her immediately.
When he finished, he handed her the can. “Please take this into the kitchen for me and set it in the sink.”
Now she looked puzzled, but she took it. “Yes, Sir.”
When she returned, he stood. “Time to show you the playroom,” he said with a smile.
* * * *
He led her to the back of the house, where he’d turned a bedroom into a dungeon. When he opened the door, she thought her knees would melt right out from under her. He didn’t just have a playroom. He had a dungeon so well equipped it would make most Doms drool with envy.
She stepped past him into the room. There was a small carpeted area with a futon cushion and pillows. Aftercare, if she had to guess. A padded spanking bench. A St. Andrew’s Cross. From the ceiling, eyebolts held two lengths of chain from which a horizontal bar was securely attached. One wall rack held an assortment of riding crops, beautiful canes made out of wood and synthetic materials, whips, paddles, floggers, slappers, straps, and other implements.
The highlight was the rolling cart holding the most well-equipped violet wand setup she’d ever seen in her life. When she started to walk over to it, he grabbed her by the hair and reeled her back in.
“Nope. You don’t get to play with the toys until I say so. Got it?”
She started to nod then remembered her place. “Yes, Sir.”
He grinned. “Such a good girl you are,” he softly said.
Another flutter straight to her pussy. She didn’t need a fresh change of panties, she needed a NASA-worthy adult diaper to contain the flood of moisture this wolf had inspired in her.
He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, hands on her knees.
“Good girl,” he cooed. He turned and opened a cabinet. She couldn’t see everything inside it, but it looked like it held vibrators, dildos, restraints, rope, and other items no well-stocked dungeon should ever be without. He returned with a set of leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles, as well as a black leather collar.
He put the collar on her first. While it had a locking buckle, she noticed he didn’t put a lock on it. “This isn’t your permanent collar, don’t worry. I’ll get you a day collar, one you’ll wear all the time. Understand?”
She shivered. She’d never worn a collar before. The feel of it around her neck reminded her of the feel of a hand, just firm enough to invoke visions of strong fingers gently curled around her flesh. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Wrists.”
She held up her hands and he fastened the soft, supple black leather cuffs around her wrists.
“Stand up.”
She did.
“Strip.”
Meeting his green gaze, she did, slowly unbuttoning her blouse before letting it drop to the floor. Then her bra. She kicked off her shoes and pulled down her jeans and sodden underwear, stepping out of them.
She felt the corner of her mouth curl in a smile at his sharp intake of breath as she stood before him completely naked.
“Good girl,” he said.
* * * *
Goddess! He wanted to bend her over the bench and fuck her right then and there. She was breathtaking. Creamy skin, a solid body with curves in all the right places, a gorgeously spankable ass, and breasts just the right size for him to cup in his hands, and while not shaved, she kept her pussy closely trimmed.
Perfection.
A wave of her sweet, musky scent hit him when she kicked off her pants. If he wasn’t mistaken, she’d totally soaked her panties through with her juices. That was fair, because he was pretty sure when his jeans came off there’d be a matching wet spot inside them.
“Ankles,” he commanded as he bent over. She lifted first her left foot for him to fasten on the cuff, then her right. He motioned for her to follow him over to the corner where the carpet was. Then he spread his arms. “Undress me.”
Smiling, she stepped forward, looking up into his eyes with a smoldering, passionate gaze as she worked on his shirt buttons. He didn’t miss how she gently raked her fingers across the light hair on his chest before she moved to unfasten his belt. He pulled off his boots so she could get his jeans off his legs.
On her knees again, he let her rest her forehead against his hip, one hand buried in her hair and keeping her from wrapping her lips around his stiff cock. If he let her do that now, he’d never be able to stop himself from coming. Instead, he rubbed his thumb across the slit of his cock and collected a few drops of pre-cum from the head.
“Open,” he commanded.
She did, her eyes on his as he popped his thumb into her mouth.
Her tongue did delicious things to the digit that made his cock throb even harder at the anticipation of being next. She softly moaned as she sucked every bit of pre-cum and then some off his thumb. Finally, he pulled his thumb from her mouth, hooked a finger through the ring on the front of her collar, and tugged.
“Up, pet.”
He didn’t miss how her eyes flashed at that. In anticipation or irritation, he wasn’t sure, but he’d nip resistance in the bud. He pulled her close. “You are my pet, Callie. That is what I will call you. My mate, my wife, my lover, my slave. Above all that, my pet. Understand.”
Her breath quickened.
Ah, anticipation. Good.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” He used her collar to keep her from latching on too hard when he brushed a kiss across her lips.
Leading her to the spanking bench, he laid her facedown on it and used clips to attach the cuffs on her arms and legs to it. He knelt in front of her. “You are mine, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
* * * *
Had her heart ever raced so hard and fast in her life? She didn’t think so. She was dying to suck his cock, feel him fuck her, but even more than that, she wanted to feel the bite of his cane in her flesh.
He returned to the cabinet and retrieved a few items. She couldn’t see what, but when she heard the unmistakable snap of a glove, she suspected what was coming next.
Callie felt him rub cool lube against her ass, pressing first one, then two fingers for access when he heard her moan and felt her relax for him.
“My little pet likes anal, does she?”
She felt her face burn. “Yes, Sir.”
“How long’s it been?”
“Too long, Sir.”
He fucked her ass with two fingers before adding more lube and a third. She moaned, trying to thrust her hips in time with his movement but unable to get as much traction as she’d like due to the restraints.
Then his fingers disappeared. Her pulse amped up with expectation. Sure enough, she felt the cool, firm press of a butt plug. “You shouldn’t have any problems taking this one, should you?”
She winced just a little as it reached the widest part of the plug, breathing through it, then that pleasant fullness as it seated home.
Another flood of moisture rushed to her pussy, and she moaned in pleasure.
“We’re not done yet,” he said. She felt him insert something in her pussy. Then a click, and the vibrating egg started.
“Ooohhh!”
“Don’t you dare come,” he said in a fierce Alpha tone.
She whimpered. His tone of voice had nearly made her climax right then and there.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered as she squirmed against her restraints.
She heard him strip off the glove and throw it away. Then he returned, his warm, strong hands caressing her ass.
“Ready, pet?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He didn’t hold back. From the first stinging slap until she almost thought she c
ouldn’t take it anymore, he spanked her harder than any human man ever had, with his bare hands, along her ass, down the backs of her thighs, and her upper arms.
When he stopped and stepped away, she didn’t know whether to cry in relief or disappointment. The pain had helped keep her mind off the pleasure in her ass and cunt. Now her orgasm was trying to work its way back without the spanking to keep it at bay.
He returned and she felt him lay something across her ass. “Next toy,” he said. “One of my favorites.”
She barely had time to process the szwipp sound of him swinging the riding crop before it struck her exactly in the crease where her ass met her upper thighs. The burning sting radiated from her flesh through her body, making her cry out and shoring up her defenses against her impending orgasm.
“Yes!” she whispered as the first tears started. No man had ever been able to make her cry.
In fact, no one had ever been able to make her cry, one of the few human experiences she’d always envied others, including her sister, Babs.
He spaced his strikes along her ass and upper thighs just far enough apart she had time to process them before landing the next one. Tears running down her face, she wanted to laugh, to cry, to scream for mercy and beg for more.
When he stopped she took a deep, gasping breath and broke out sobbing again. He knelt in front of her and cradled her face in his hands.
“Give me a color,” he said.
“Green, Sir,” she whispered.
He smiled. “Good girl.” He wiped her tears away with his thumbs and planted a kiss on her lips before stepping behind her again.
She felt him lay a cool, flat, hard implement against the burning flesh of her ass. “Paddle, pet.” The first stinging slap arched her back and drew an anguished howl from her. Instead of the expected next impact, he said, “Color, pet.”
“Green!”
“Good girl.” He spanked her several more times with it, until she was howling with pain, sobbing, and loving every second of it.
He walked over to her head and grabbed her hair, lifting her head. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir!”
“Do you want to be My mate?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He smiled. “Do you want to be My slave?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Whose collar do you wear?”
“Yours, Sir!”
He knelt down in front of her. “You have to ask me. Beg me to submit to me.”
“Please, Sir! I submit to You!”
“You will submit in every way?”
“Yes, Sir!” Anything, everything, just so he wouldn’t stop, so he’d reignite the stinging in her ass.
So he’d make her cry again.
So he’d make her feel again.
“What are you asking Me, pet?”
“Please, Sir! I submit to You! I want to be your wife, your mate, your pet, your slave. Everything. Please!”
He smiled. “Good girl.” He gently released her hair and stepped around her. She felt him switch off the vibrating egg and pull it out, but he left the butt plug in.
She shivered with anticipation as she felt his thighs press against her red, welted ass and legs. The swollen head of his cock slipped between her labia. He grabbed her by the hips.
“Mine,” he growled, sounding like the wolf lurking just beneath the surface.
“Yours!” she gasped.
He slammed home, renewing her happy sobs as he fucked her, hard and fast. “Come for me, pet,” he ordered.
As her orgasm, the most powerful one she’d ever felt in her immortal life, ripped through her, he leaned forward and sank his teeth into the back of her shoulder. The pain rippled through her pleasure, intensifying it, tripling it.
“Yes!” she screamed as another orgasm flowed through her.
He let go of her shoulder and picked up the pace of his thrusts, the entire spanking bench scooting across the floor. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
“Come!” he growled in an Alpha tone.
Her body immediately responded. He slammed home one last time, and she felt his cock pumping his seed deep inside her, marking her inside and out as his. As he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and winded, he kissed her shoulder where he’d bit her.
“Mine,” he whispered, his voice no longer growly.
She closed her eyes, feeling a peace the likes of which she’d never experienced before. “Yours, Sir,” she whispered back.
* * * *
He unhooked her from the bench but left the cuffs and collar on her. He did let her remove the butt plug, but when he got her into his bed, he immediately replaced it with his cock, fucking her hard and fast until he emptied his balls inside her there, too.
Callie couldn’t believe his stamina, not that she was complaining. They moved to the shower, where he took his time soaping up every inch of her body. When his cock hardened, she dropped to her knees and enjoyed the feel of his fingers lightly digging into her scalp as he fucked her mouth. She dug her fingernails into his ass and silently chuckled as it made him growl and explode yet another stream of cum into her body.
She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Good, Sir?” It felt right calling him that. She never thought she’d ever enjoy submitting to someone. Bottom? Sure. She loved a good beating.
But handing herself over to someone else?
Guess I have no choice now. Not that she was complaining.
He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her, deeply exploring her mouth with his tongue. “I love you,” he whispered when he finally ended their kiss.
She smiled. “I love you, too, Sir.”
He grinned. “You are a fast learner.”
“I should hope so. I’m old enough.”
He turned her so he could see his mark on her shoulder. Brushing his thumb over it, it had already healed, just red, raised bumps where his teeth had broken her flesh.
A permanent mark.
“What do we do now, Sir?” she asked as he pulled her back into his arms.
“First, we go to bed because my cock’s already getting hard again. Then we’ll see how many times I can make your eyes roll back in your head. Then I’m going to get one of my canes and stripe your ass with it.”
“That’s all, Sir?” She grinned.
He laughed. “Then we have to take a road trip up to Maine.”
“What’s up there?”
“My Pack.”
Chapter Four
Daniel groaned as he rolled over. A sound had disturbed him. Callie still lay sound asleep next to him, facedown but one arm possessively draped over his chest, and her red hair draped in a beautiful spray across her shoulders and on the pillow. They’d arrived at his cousin’s house at the pack compound in Maine late the night before, exhausted from two days straight on the road.
How did I get so lucky?
She’d run him through the wringer, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Then that damn sound again, the one that woke him up. Fucking cell phone. He’d forgotten to turn it off.
He fumbled for it on the bedside table and was going to hit ignore when he saw who the caller was and that it was nearly noon. He answered.
“Jocko?”
“Yeah, listen. Got a question fer ye, boyo. Ye know a dragon shifter by the name of Kael Dalca?”
Daniel sat up, sleep draining from his system. “Yeah? What’s wrong?” He’d heard rumblings of something bad happening to the dragons’ Seer at the Gathering in Yellowstone, but he didn’t know the details.
He’d been too busy nailing himself a… Well, he didn’t know exactly what the hell she was. Only that she was now his mate.
“Ye really know him?” Jocko asked, his tone insistent. “Yer sure? This is important.”
“Yeah.” He scrubbed his face with his free hand, final vestiges of sleep melting from his system. “Haven’t seen him since…” He thought about it. “Since after his family was killed. I w
ent to the funeral. Helped him try to hunt the killers down. We were drinking buddies back in Brussels in the old days.”
“Okay. I need to know where the hell ye are. I need yer carcass back at the Maine compound yesterday. Hear me?”
He suppressed a laugh. “Um, no problem. We got here yesterday.”
“Eh?”
He glanced at Callie and stroked her arm, the smile on his face almost painful. “Me and my new mate. We got in late last night. We’re at my cousin’s house. Josh Favis.”
“Oh. Oh! That’s great! Congratulations, boyo. I know where Josh’s place is. I’ll be right over.”
Before Daniel could ask him why he was coming over, Jocko hung up.
With a sad sigh and knowing he was probably saying good-bye to his morning blow job, he gently roused Callie. “Honey, we need to get up and throw some clothes on. We’re getting a visitor in about five minutes.”
“Mefurcfe?” she mumbled into the pillow.
He gently rolled her over. “Try again, pet.”
“Before coffee, Sir?”
He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll go start the coffee. Get dressed.” He threw in some tone just to make it interesting. “Now.”
Her eyes popped open. He smelled her getting wet at the Alpha tone of his voice. He was ready for her when she threw her arms around him in an attempt to molest him. Laughing, he peeled her off him, forced her out of bed, and delivered a sweetly stinging slap with his open palm to her deliciously curved backside. “Go.”
She smiled over her shoulder at him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Fuck, now my cock’s hard. With a disappointed sigh, he pulled on a pair of jeans and carefully tucked everything in without catching himself in the zipper. Hopefully, he could get the conversation with Jocko done and over with soon and still get his morning blow job. Josh would be at work until at least six that night.
Plenty of time for fun.
Jocko arrived six minutes after the phone call. Without formalities, he blustered through the front door. “There ye are. Listen, we’ve got a serious problem.”
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