He double-checked the fit when I finished, and walked me to a wide doorway between the dining room and great room.
My heart skipped a beat when he pulled something from the door facing, and before I knew it, he’d clipped a cable to my right wrist cuff. He pulled the same from the other facing, and clipped it to my other wrist.
My pulse raced as he leaned down to connect my feet as well, and I let him adjust me so I was standing spread-eagled. I remained in place as he jumped up to pull another cable down from the top of the doorframe, and my wolf wanted to bolt when he connected it to the back of my collar.
The cables were on a spring recoil — so if he’d disconnected them they’d have retracted back into the wall. I could still move around. My movements were restricted but it wasn’t like I was frozen in place.
He held the cable attached to my collar so it didn’t pull up and choke me, and he pressed a small button on the doorframe. I heard a click, and he let go and backed up.
“Can you move?”
The click had been him locking the cables in place. I could no longer move my wrists or ankles, and the collar was held firm as well.
My wolf started to freak, my snake had the solution, but Dare brushed his fingers down my cheek and said, “Fun, Hailey. We’re going to have fun. Breathe for me. Tell your wolf and snake it’s okay. Remind them it’s me and my dick’s hard. Good things happen when my dick’s hard… yeah?”
I nodded, pulled at my arms again, and decided to trust him. This was Dare — he might spank me when he felt I needed it, but he’d never hurt me for real.
His next breath told me he was relieved, and I told him. “I love you Dare. Sir. I trust you.”
He touched his forehead to mine. “I value your trust. If something doesn’t work for you though, you have to tell me. There aren’t any consequences for before, because you hadn’t accepted the collar and cuffs. You have now. Promise me you’ll say one of your safewords if something doesn’t work for you. I need to hear it again.”
“I’ll let you know, Sir. I think you’ll figure it out even if I don’t, but I promise that as soon as I realize there’s a problem, I’ll tell you. If you smell it first, it means I haven’t figured it out yet. Okay?”
There were two entrances into the dining room, and now I understood why as Dare walked around the short wall to enter the other way. He lifted something from the table on his way, and he draped the strands of a flogger over my shoulder as he stood behind me.
“Deer hide,” he told me as he slid the strands off oh-so-slowly. “More sensation than pain.”
Despite his assurance, I was expecting the sharp pain of Bran’s whip when the strands swooshed through the air, and was pleasantly surprised when the impact didn’t hurt. The soft hide caressed and stroked, and I relaxed and moaned with pleasure.
Dare kissed the side of my neck from behind me. “Sensation, Hailey. If you want pain later, we’ll work up to it, but we aren’t there yet.”
* * *
Ghost
I flogged her for about ten minutes with the deerskin flogger, moving from front to back as needed to keep her arousal level high. I usually blindfold women the first time they’re flogged, to help them get out of their head and experience more, but my wolf was against it. He was going to want eye contact when we were in front of her.
She moaned and squirmed deliciously with each strike, and I palmed my cock over my jeans a few times to try to gain some control.
I warned her before I switched to my softest cowhide flogger, and my cock pulsed at her deep moan as the first strike made impact.
Over the next thirty minutes, I moved from flogger to flogger until her skin was all pink and red, and her hips moved against the air as her clit begged for touch.
I flogged her upper back, her ass, her breasts, and I even hit her pussy a few times. Her moans and groans were music to my ears, but eventually it was time to move onto the next phase.
Her eyes flew open when I dropped the flogger, and I tried to keep my sadistic leanings out of my smile as I walked to her. I held her gaze with mine as I rubbed one nipple with the back of a finger.
“Ask me to hurt it.”
She looked at me without speaking, and I said, “I hope you choose to obey me, but I have a whip handy if you decide not to.”
“Please… please…” She licked her lips. “Please hurt my nipple, Sir.”
I grasped it, pinched, and pulled up as the last word left her lips, and she yelped and tried to pull away, but couldn’t. I could see when it became too much, and leaned down to take it into my mouth to sooth the pain I’d just caused.
When her breathing was almost normal, I met her gaze and caressed her other nipple. “Ask again.”
“Please don’t make me.”
I lifted my eyebrows a few seconds before she said. “Sir! Please don’t make me, Sir!”
I nodded once, and walked around the wall to her back. I’d placed the whip so I could get it while directly behind her, reducing the risk she’d see it before I used it. This section of the dining room was open, as if whoever designed it knew I’d need room for a single-tail.
I lashed her back twice, and managed to bring blood to the surface without actually breaking the skin. I curled the whip for easy transport, and carried it around the wall so she’d see it.
With the whip in my left hand, I rubbed her nipple with the back of my right pointer finger and once again said, “Ask me to hurt your nipple, Hailey.”
“Why am I so horny, Sir?”
“Five seconds.”
“Please hurt my nipple, Sir!”
* * *
Hailey
Dare introduced me to nipple clamps, and had me in and out of a few butt plugs before he released me from the doorframe. A sturdy, leather-padded sawhorse looking contraption was in our bedroom downstairs, and he secured my wrist and ankles cuffs to it when he finally walked me down.
He also blindfolded me with a silly, furry eye-mask. Once I couldn’t see, he finally undressed. I could plainly hear it, but couldn’t see a thing.
He stood behind me and rubbed my lower back as he told me, “We’re going to see how much your asshole can take. We’ll work you up to fisting eventually, but since you heal every time you shift, it may take us a few decades to get there.”
I expected him to start stretching me right away, instead he played around with anal beads a while, popping them in one at a time, pulling them out slowly a few times — and then all at once when I wasn’t expecting it.
I begged for some attention on my clit, and he gave it to me several times, but not enough to orgasm.
Like an idiot, I reminded him I couldn’t get sick from him going from ass to vagina now that I’m a supernatural, and he popped me on the ass with a paddle a few times for my impertinence.
Neither the wolf nor the snake wanted to challenge him, though. We all submitted, and we enjoyed it. He gave us challenges, he made us openly submit, and I loved him for it.
I have no idea why it worked. Maybe because he soothed me after he hurt me, maybe because he always knew when it was approaching too much, and he backed off before I had to say anything.
He took his time stretching me until he had four fingers in my asshole, and then kept a steady pressure as he tried to open me enough to get his knuckles in. The burn and stretch were a lot, but he kept me on the edge, so it was almost too much but I could still handle it okay — and I wanted him to keep going. Fuck, but I needed to come in the worst sort of way, and he gave my clit exactly enough attention to keep me on the brink without letting me orgasm. A little more pressure, or friction, or anything, and I’d have gone over.
When it was finally too much, I gave him a second to back off before saying, “Yellow, Dare. Sir. Yellow. I’m sorry.”
I’m not sure if I apologized for saying yellow, or for calling him Dare instead of Sir. Likely, it was a combination of both. It didn’t matter at the time, though, because a second later Dare’s mouth
was on my clit, his fingers in my pussy, and I had an orgasm to beat all orgasms. It’s a wonder my head didn’t explode, or I didn’t break the contraption he’d bound me to, because I lost all control of everything as my body finally found the release he’d held just out of reach for hours, and he kept me on top of it forever before he finally brought me down.
I was completely limp, draped over the padded a-frame, and barely remember him releasing my wrists and ankles — possibly because I was beaming from his praise, “A reward for letting me know when it was too much. I’m pleased.”
“Blindfold stays on,” he said as he lifted me and carried me. “I won’t bind your arms behind your back for this next part, but I’m trusting you to leave it alone.”
I think I nodded, but he said, “Tell me you’ll leave it alone.”
“I’ll leave the blindfold alone, Sir.” My words sounded slurred even to my own ears. I felt like a wrung out dishrag, and I had a feeling he wasn’t finished with me.
* * *
Ghost
The night had gone better than I’d dared hope, and now it was time to see if this was going to work. Had I made her want to submit? So far, she’d been bound and hadn’t had much choice.
Now, she’d have the option to defy me.
My cock didn’t care much about anything except how good she felt as I finally sank into her, though. This might be missionary position, but there was nothing vanilla about it. Her legs were pushed high and wide, her blindfold kept her from seeing anything — but her arms and hands were free.
“Can I touch you, Sir?”
My heart soared and my cock pulsed. “You may, but only because you asked so nicely. I’m pleased.”
Tentative touches, at first, until she got used to stroking me when she couldn’t see.
“Love you, Sir.”
“I love you, too.” I pumped in and back out, then slowed. “Fuck, Hailey. Love isn’t a strong enough word. Need something better.”
She tightened around me and I felt her love through our bond. I slowed my pace even more, felt every millimeter in and out, and groaned as her pussy held onto me and then opened again as I pressed back in. I’d never imagined I’d see this side of Hailey, and now that I had it, I never wanted it to end. Our hearts beat as one, and our auras merged so we weren’t two people, but one being.
She moaned. “Love you. So much.” Her hips rotated. “Love your cock, too, Sir.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Want to make you happy. Want you to come. Want to orgasm with you, Sir. Want us to feel like one while we come together.”
I hadn’t planned to come as soon as I did, but after she asked so sweetly, I gave her what she wanted. With Hailey, I could forget the world and indulge in pleasure. She knows me inside and out, and loves me anyway. She loves my wolf as much as me, and always has. Fuck, it’s possible she’d loved my wolf more than me as a teen. I let her feel every emotion as we orgasmed together, and she gave me the same. The relationship bond let me see her love for me, and trust, and affection.
I held her until we caught our breaths, but she needed aftercare — more than mere cuddling. Also, I needed to end the scene. In the long term, we’d need the ritual of beginning and ending our formal time together. I didn’t want her this submissive to me all the time — we just needed it in small doses.
I took my time rubbing coconut oil all over her body and making a show of checking her over as I moved to each new section. Finally, I had her kneel on the floor while I sat in a chair once again.
“When I take everything off, we’re back to Dare and Hailey. No more Sir.”
“I’m not ready for this to end yet, Sir.”
I leaned forward and touched my lips to her forehead for several long seconds while I found my resolve.
“I’m not either, but we don’t want to push our first time too far. We’ll take them off, I’ll hold you until we fall asleep, and we’ll be back to us when we awaken.”
Chapter 38
Hailey
I was deliciously sore the next day, but Dare told me he’d rather I didn’t change. I remembered him with every step, and I especially remembered him when I sat or stood. His cocky grin told me he smelled my arousal at the memory of what he’d done to me, and I stuck my tongue out at him.
I’d felt so submissive to him yesterday, and today I argued with him the same as I always have. He kissed me instead of arguing back, and we cooked a huge feast for our breakfast.
“How do you feel about last night?” he asked when we finally sat down to eat.
“When can we do it again?”
He chuckled. “I’m inclined to do a long scene once a month, with a shorter one in between.”
I nodded. “How long? I wanted more time last night.”
“And yet you’re arguing you want to change,” he said with a grin. “I know you’re sore, but I want you to have a reminder for a little longer. I like knowing you’re sore. Going forward, we’ll have to see what’s practical. I’m not opposed to doing it for three to five days at a time a few times a year, but something tells me we’ll do good to get twenty-four hours in, most months.”
“And you think this will circumvent us having dominance issues as I grow as strong as you?”
“If I can make you want to submit to me, it can’t hurt, can it?”
“I can’t explain why I felt so submissive last night.”
“But you did, and that’s the important part. Eventually, just putting your collar on should bring those feelings, but it’ll take a while to get there.”
We watched a few movies and vegged in each other’s arms, and then spent the evening having our normal brand of sex — hard and fast and more orgasms than I can count. Of course, doing this when I was already sore added some extra spice.
I was sad to go home — in part because I’d had so much space to wander around during the day. Being able to get to the kitchen when the sun was up was a definite plus.
* * *
As much fun as I’d had on Mythic Beast’s little mini-tour, I was happy to have five days away from the band before we met to practice again. Ten days on the road with them had been a lot, and I was going to have to get creative to make sure I didn’t show anyone my wolf, snake, or inner vampire when we were on the road for months.
Also, I was going to have to come up with a way for Dare and me have to sex more often. We’d had it in the bathroom at one venue, in a dressing room several times, and in the woods in a park more times than I want to admit to — but they’d all been quickies. I needed time with him.
Will said we’d spend some nights in fancy resorts and have some built-in downtime on our longer tours, thank goodness. The murphy bed configuration works great to give each of us a little individual space, but the curtains don’t allow for intimate sex — much less the athletic kind Dare and I prefer. We managed quiet sex a few times, but with us being the only couple, it felt weird so we didn’t do it often.
I could easily afford my own bus and driver with what I was making now, but it seemed rude to go off on my own. I mean, if Will was living with the same size bed and storage space as everyone else… it’d be a little snobby to tell them I’d be back here with my lover having sex on our own bus.
And as much as I like Gen — her sending me pictures of mansions I could afford wasn’t helping. I was happy in Dare’s house. It’d felt like a mansion when he’d moved me into it, and I had no need of some huge monstrosity we’d just have to buy furniture for. Not to mention the expense of heat and air.
Still, a room for my guitars and a soothing place to practice would be nice. And a basement kitchen.
On the third evening we were home, Dare went to the clubhouse for an emergency church session. He’d proxied votes through Viper for important stuff while we were gone, but there was talk of giving him nomad status when he went with me for longer tours.
I’d missed a dinner with Bran while I was gone, and had promised to come to his house toda
y. Dare wasn’t home yet when it was time for me to go, and I realized this was the first time I’d been alone in a really long time. I started to drive around a little, but didn’t want to keep Bran waiting.
Bran hugged me in welcome, and gave me an extra-long sniff. “You’ve been drinking Ghost?”
“I’m still figuring things out. I have better control if I drink from him twice a week and eat food the rest of the time, but the sun bothers me more. Our tour bus has a UV coating on the windows as well as light-tight blinds, and they hung a blackout curtain behind the driver so I don’t get sunlight coming in the front. So far, we’ve kept the light out during the day and opened the blinds at night, or for short periods when it’s raining.”
“Build up slowly and keep playing around with how often you need blood. I’m curious as to what happened to precipitate you tossing people around as if they weighed nothing?”
“It was after our first concert. We were on our way to the bus and the fans broke through the barriers and came at us. It seemed to work okay to explain it with adrenaline, which actually wasn’t far from the truth.”
“And the truth is?”
I shook my head. “My wolf basically gave me an ultimatum. Either I took care of the problem, or she’d come out and take care of it.”
He opened his mouth to lecture, and I rushed to say, “I know! I have to be in control, but everything happened so fast! I could smell the terror coming off the other band members, and I decided my wolf was right about me needing to do something. It wasn’t so much me letting the wolf call the shots as me agreeing with her. I stayed human, but I took care of the people closest to us who were being all grabby.” I’d had to defend my actions to the police and some attorneys, too, but in the end — no charges were filed against me. Our attorneys had been prepared to file assault charges on the people I’d hurt if they pressed charges against me, so they all decided not to go that route. The videos all showed it was a clear case of self-defense, thank goodness.
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