Bud stepped into his jeans without worrying about underwear, and his abs rippled while he absentmindedly fastened his belt. Nickie’s pulse quickened at the sight. Damn, she wanted to feel his belt across her ass. Tomorrow — after her slave left — she’d brat just right until she got it.
A quick kiss and he went to handle the food, but she took a few seconds to watch his muscled ass and naked back as he walked away. The spot where skin met denim and leather begged to be explored. And those broad, muscled shoulders.
She turned back to her slave when Bud was out of sight. She was convinced he was some kind of shapeshifter, though she couldn’t explain why she’d thought it from the beginning. However, Bud going so fat in her ass had cemented it, because he wouldn’t risk a human feeling him doing that — but then the knowledge her slave was vegetarian threw her for a loop. She’d spent time with wolves and a lion, and all ate several pounds of meat a day. Could a shapeshifter be vegetarian?
She put the puzzle to the back of her mind while she took care of her slave. Paid or not, she’d been rough on him all day and he’d been in this position nearly an hour, and he’d be stiff. You have to take care of your toys if you want to keep playing with them.
She cut the rope holding his wrists to his elbows and unwound it to free his hands. She moved the sofa cushions from between his knees so he could pull his legs together, disconnected the bungee cord, and gently helped him roll to his side and pull his knees to his chest. He’d get another plug soon since this one held him spread wide open. She’d have never used anything this big on someone until she got to know their capabilities, but she assumed since he provided it, he could handle it. Still, he probably needed some relief.
She turned the light out and closed the curtains before returning his eyesight. She’d been blindfolded enough to know how badly light hurt after total darkness.
“Thank you, Miss Nicole, ” he told her as the hood came off and his mouth was freed from the scarf.
“You’re welcome. I kind of like seeing your cock standing proud, so we’ll leave off a cage for now. Don’t let me catch it soft though.”
She considered how she wanted dinner to go, and ran her fingers through his short hair to help him cool off from the hood. A humbler would keep him on his hands and knees, and would solve the question of what to do with his balls. In her experience, male slaves were on their best behavior when either their cock or balls gave them a reminder of their status.
His groan could’ve easily meant he was glad the plug was being removed, or that he’d miss it when it was gone — or possibly both. She set the plug on the towel Bud had used earlier and told her slave, “When you can open your eyes, dispose of your condom in the bathroom’s trash container. Take the plug and the towel in there, too. Wash your hands and face, use the toilet, whatever you need to refresh. If you take the cuffs off, let me put them back on so I can be sure they’re on right. I’m going to step out on the deck with Bud a few moments. Take at least five minutes, but no longer than ten. When you finish in the bathroom, get the medium nJoy and your humbler from your case, go to the rug in the living room, and wait for me on all fours.”
As an afterthought, she stopped in the doorway and added, “If you have mitts, or something so you can’t use your fingers or thumbs, bring those with the humbler.”
Bud hadn’t expected Nickie to come out on the porch while he cooked the steaks, but he was happy to have her to himself a few moments.
“How’s your slave?”
“I gave him some time in the bathroom out of bondage, to freshen up and take care of whatever business he might have in there. Is he supernatural?”
“You know the rules. I can only share my secrets.”
“Which means if you tell him I’m bound, it’ll be his choice of whether to tell me or not.” She crossed her arms and walked to the rail. They were pretty deep in the woods, but her guards were out there somewhere, watching over them a few more days. “I didn’t think you’d have gone that wide if he were human, but then you said he’s vegetarian, so I guess he can’t be a shapeshifter.”
“I’ve discovered I kind of like watching you with a slave, and the wolf isn’t the least bit jealous. He’s getting a kick out of watching you torture the poor boy, and I didn’t expect that at all.”
“I’ve kept his cock out of the equation for most of it, to try to help your wolf. Will he be okay if I start playing with it more?”
“Since I’m sure you’ll be torturing it, yeah, I’m pretty sure the wolf’ll be fine, and I know I will be. The slave isn’t doing anything to you. He doesn’t have a claim on you.” Bud rubbed his jaw over the scruff of beard and considered why he wasn’t bothered by her with this man. He needed to understand it better himself before he could explain it to her.
He’d tortured men and gotten hard from their screams, but had always relieved himself on a woman when he finished. However, he couldn’t admit to pulling the fingernails off a man who’d hurt the club or someone he cared about, slicing pieces off his cock, gelding him, branding his back so all who saw it would know he was a snitch, or any of the other things he’d done. Nickie would be horrified. Still, he’d gotten hard from hurting men before, even though it wasn’t sexual. It was about hurting them, not about fucking them.
So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when Dave’s screams got him hard, but it had caught him off guard. Now that he knew his dick got granite-hard watching his little brat hurt men though, he wanted to incorporate it into their life. Not with Dave because damn, the man was expensive. Still, he wasn’t opposed to Nickie looking for a slave of her own, as long as Bud got to establish some ground rules, and he was present anytime Nickie played with her toy.
“Looks like we’re gonna need to get a membership to one of the Atlanta dungeons,” he told her. “I’ll let you figure out where you want to join and do whatever it takes to get us an initial invite. You don’t go alone though. I go with you. Always.”
“You’ll really be okay with me playing with other men? And in clubs?” Her voice sounded like it was too good to be true and she was afraid to believe.
“I’m okay with you finding someone to bring home and play with. I’m not a fan of the clubs, but I get you’ll need to go there to find a local slave.”
“If you weren’t flipping steaks I’d give you a blow job.”
Bud chuckled. “Saw the way you watched me buckle my belt. I get you tomorrow when your slave leaves, and I’m gonna make you scream louder and longer than ever while we’re in the middle of the woods where no one’s gonna call the cops if they hear.”
Nickie shivered and rubbed her hard nipples, and Bud breathed in the essence of his brat when she wanted pain.
“Tomorrow,” he promised, and she nodded and walked back inside.
By the time Bud made it in, he could smell Dave in pain again but didn’t see him. Meanwhile, Nickie had found a wide, low bowl, and filled it with the kale crap. It was on the floor beside a coffee mug with a straw, filled with water. Bud’s cock throbbed in his jeans when he realized she was going to make Dave eat from the floor with his mouth.
She didn’t know he was an elk, nor was she aware of the double-grand-slam of making a shapeshifter eat like an animal when in human form. It wasn’t on Dave’s list of hard limits though, so Bud didn’t feel guilty about rubbing his dick at the idea of making an elk shapeshifter eat kale crap from the floor.
“Where’s your slave?”
“I put him in a humbler and told him to crawl to the kitchen. Moving hurts, so it’ll take him a few minutes to get here.”
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Nickie watched Dave’s guard help him into the rented luxury car. She waited until the sleek vehicle was out of sight before turning to Bud to tell him, “I’ve been waiting for you to offer to let me meet your wolf when all hell isn’t breaking loose around us, but since you haven’t, I’m asking to see him.”
Bud’s face registered shock and then frustration. “I was waiting for you t
o ask to see him. I thought you didn’t want to.”
Nickie’s heart relaxed and she shook her head. “Communication. You keep saying to talk to you and we’ll be fine. Looks like we both need to remember.”
“Yeah.” He was already shirtless, and Nickie’s pulse sped at the sight of his fingers on his belt. He was naked in less than a minute, his jeans on the deck’s railing and his shoes lined up below them.
“The wolf won’t hurt you. He can understand you, but may or may not acknowledge whatever you say. He can’t do math — doesn’t do well with numbers over three. Also, things like days of the week and the time of day is outside of his comprehension. He knows winter and summer, but not January and July.”
“Can I pet him?”
“Probably, but ask him. Also, leave his ears alone. And his tail. If he growls at you, stop doing whatever ticked him off. He won’t bite you, but he might get a little rough if he can’t get you to understand you need to stop, so respect the growl.”
Nickie nodded and then gasped.
The man slid into the wolf. His face morphed from a flat human face to one with a long nose. Shoulders went from human to canine, as did the hips, knees, feet. Hands turned to paws. One second he was on two feet, three seconds later he was on four. It happened so fast, her stomach was in her throat and her heart beat in the cage of her chest, but she took a series of deep breaths and reminded herself this was Bud. He wouldn’t hurt her.
Unless she played with his tail, apparently.
The wolf shook all over as if he were wet, looked around, sniffed towards the woods, walked off the deck to sniff the other direction, and finally turned to look at her. Nickie followed him off the deck and sat on the bottom step.
He was absurdly beautiful. Russet and brown. His fluffy, coarse hair didn’t hide the obviously muscled body underneath. He was wild and untamed, and his eyes were a golden amber instead of the deep green of Bud’s.
“Can I pet you?”
Nickie thought her heart would melt when the wolf stepped to her and butted his head against her knee. He didn’t stop there, he planted his feet on the first step and rubbed his head and shoulders all over her with so much intensity she had to engage her core muscles to keep from being pushed over.
“Are you marking me, fella? Wanting everyone to know I’m yours?”
She giggled when he pushed a little harder, but said, “Okay, enough. I’m yours. Everyone knows. Let me pet you, please.”
The wolf huffed, but turned in a circle to return to the ground, turned in another circle, and sat between her legs, facing her.
“Thank you.”
Nickie was careful to avoid his ears, but otherwise stroked his head, cheeks, and down his body. She massaged his shoulders, and went back to his head.
“Thank you,” she told him again. “You’re beautiful. Would you like to come inside with me? Or shall we go for a walk?”
The wolf turned and walked towards the woods, and Nickie said, “Wait! I need hiking boots!”
He was sniffing the trees around the cabin when Nickie came out in clothes and boots suitable for hiking.
“We can’t go too far. The cabin’s a good ways from anything, but we should probably only go a half-mile or so, to make sure we don’t run into people.” She sighed. “Do you understand miles?”
He huffed at her again, but she didn’t know if that was a yes or a no. Or, maybe he’d smell humans from far away and could make sure they weren’t seen.
It turned out, he didn’t want to hike, he just wanted to get out of the sight of the cabin and chill out in the woods. Nickie was fine with that, and she sat on the ground beside him. He snuggled up to her, and she let her mind wander as they sat together comfortably in silence.
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Most switches would’ve been feeling regret right about now, but Nickie didn’t regret anything. Sure, Bud had used a few of her own tricks to torture her and hurt her worse, but she’d bratted through much of it because her time with Dave had made her crave this from Bud.
So while she kneeled with her own nJoy in her ass and a weight hanging from it, ginger in her pussy, clamps on her nipples, and tears streaming down her face with Bud challenging her to see how long he could grow his cock before she gagged on it down past her fucking collarbones, she was in bratty submissive heaven.
Her ass and thighs were bruised until he’d stopped threatening another spanking, but the man had another hour left of their time and he apparently wasn’t going to waste a single minute of it. She’d slept maybe six hours of the last forty-eight hours of their bet, and she was exhausted but happy.
“You’ve come a long way,” he told her as he slowly pulled out of her throat and let her see how much he’d buried in her digestive tract. Thankfully, it got skinny as it got long, and in some ways it was easier to handle that way than super fat and only an inch into her throat. Her jaw certainly appreciated the skinnier version.
“Thank you, Sir.”
About eighteen hours ago she’d gagged on it until she nearly puked, and he’d grabbed her feet and held them in the air so her upper back was barely on the floor, and used an extension cord on her ass and thighs until she was crazy from the pain and would’ve safeworded if she could’ve caught her breath enough to get it out. He knew it, too — he’d admitted it later, and told her consequences are supposed to hurt or what good are they.
Oddly enough, she wasn’t pissed because he was right. She wasn’t willing to do away with a safeword completely, but the extra two minutes past when she wanted to say it hadn’t killed her, and she trusted Bud not to actually injure her.
Now, he went to the bedroom and returned with a simple chair, like one you’d find at a dining room table, with a padded seat and no arms. The back of the chair was a large oval medallion, with about a foot of space between the medallion and the seat.
Bud disconnected her wrist cuffs and she brought her hands around front to relieve her shoulders, but after only a few seconds he lifted her and settled her on her back on the seat of the chair, with her legs in the air. He traced his finger down her stomach, over her mound, and through her slit. She moaned in frustration when it left without dipping into her, and then gasped.
Her pulse sped and her back scraped across the upholstery under her as he pushed her butt until her face went under the medallion and her head hung off the back of the seat. Her left shoulder protested when he ran a rope through her wrist cuff’s connector ring and tied her hand to the base of the back leg. A few seconds later her other wrist got the same treatment, and then he wound rope around the chair’s back and connected her legs to the outside of it, high up.
Her pussy was wide open to him, as were her breasts, and she quickly realized neither had been beaten yet.
“Your neck okay?”
“For a little while. Probably not an hour, Sir.”
“I’ll work fast, then.”
Bud put cruel clamps on her pussy lips and tied them off to the chair so they were spread wide, and Nickie’s heated blood raced through her veins. She was helpless to stop him, and adrenaline jolted her heart and sent energy to every muscle in her body — but fighting the ropes was useless. She was trapped.
Cool air threatened to dry out tissues used to being protected, and her pussy muscles clenched on emptiness. Panic set in at his silence, and then a scream was ripped from her throat as her clit blossomed in pain. She wasn’t sure, but she’d have sworn he started off by beating her clit with his belt, though with her head at this angle she couldn’t see anything he did. Her entire groin was on fire, battered, beaten, and she wanted more.
He beat her clit, pussy, and asshole with his belt, the wooden spoon, his hand, and a little rubber flogger she didn’t know he’d brought. When she was frantic from the pain and assault on her senses — too much and too fast to process and on the verge of safewording because of her neck — he cut the ropes holding her, lovingly moved her to the bed, brought a sofa cushion for her to lie on with her head hanging
off, and stuck an extra pillow under her back so her boobs really stuck up.
“What happens next?” he asked.
“Breast torture, Sir.”
“No smart-assed comments about it, Brat?”
“My pussy hurts, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, and it’s gonna be so damned hot when I cram my dick in.”
It wasn’t until Bud clamped her right nipple and pulled it so her breast was stretched into the air that Nickie realized her hands weren’t bound.
Fuck, but she hated it when he expected her to have self-control.
He showed her the little rubber whip, and ran it around her stretched nipple a few times before he pulled it away and struck the underside of her breast. Nickie sucked air in at the pain, and then screamed when the flogger crashed into the top of the same boob.
The next forty or so minutes seemed to last hours as he beat her right boob and fucked her pussy a while and then her ass, and told her how fucking hot she was from the pussy and asshole beating earlier.
Her breast was bright red, her nipple felt like it had bruises on top of bruises, and she was frantic for the orgasm he kept just out of her reach.
And when his phone went off to signify the end of their forty-eight hours, Bud pulled out of her, removed the clamp from her nipple, and offered her a hand up.
“What? You bastard! You can’t leave me like this!”
He shrugged, turned his back, grabbed a towel, and turned back to her to deliberately clean his cock. “Our time’s up. Are you saying you want to add some time?”
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