The bathroom mirror was opaque with condensation so I wiped it with a towel and went back to drying my hair. Sitting on the counter was my gift for tonight: A small box with a bow on top. It was no bigger than three inches on a side, so I was guessing it contained little more than a slinky thong. I was looking forward to wearing it. Jack liked my behind and I certainly liked his. Well, I liked Jack from any angle.
I put the hair dryer aside and picked up the box. It was surprisingly heavy. Jewelry, maybe? Or tightly coiled leather collar, maybe with a leash?
I anxiously lifted the lid. Inside was a piece of paper, which I put aside. Under that was something heavy wrapped in tissue paper. It was a rose, made out of glass. It was beautiful and so skillfully made that I could almost smell the scent. I fumbled for the paper and opened it.
“For the love of my life,” Jack had written. “There's nothing I could give you to wear that could possibly make you more beautiful, more alluring, or more sexy than you already are. Be naked, my love.”
The message wavered before my eyes, the tears making it hard to see. Just when I thought Jack couldn't get any more romantic he did something like this.
I opened the bathroom door, intending to run into his room and jump on him. That was before I spotted him lying in my room's bed. He had the covers pulled up over his waist, so I couldn't see the gift I'd given him, but what I could see made my heart pound.
My man was lying back on the pillows, his hands folded on his flat stomach, his eyes roving over my body. His skin was virtually glowing in the dim lamplight, and his smile was making me melt.
“Just when I think I've got you figured out,” I said, holding up the rose.
“It's beautiful, isn't it?” he said.
“Yes, it is,” I said looking at the way the light caught the perfect little petals. “But now I feel guilty making you wear that little thing.”
“This little thing?” he said, sweeping the covers aside.
Wow. I had to swallow to clear my throat. The tiny black silk g-string looked amazing. It barely covered his cock, and what it covered it clung to.
“You could take it off,” I suggested.
“So could you,” he replied.
I carefully placed the glass flower on the coffee table before walking to the bed. Jack was watching me, his smile gone, replaced by a look of such hunger that it sent a shiver down my spine.
“Are you going to be gentle with me?” I asked.
“If that's what you want,” he said.
I knelt on the bed, looking down at him. He was almost fully erect, the tiny g-string stretched even tighter.
“No,” I said finally. “I need the animal tonight. Can I have the animal?”
When he didn't reply I glanced up at him. His eyes were reflecting the lamplight and they looked dark and dangerous.
“Take it off,” he said quietly.
I knew by the way he said it that he didn't want me to use my hands, so I leaned down and brushed my lips over him. My tongue flicked out, leaving a damp trail across the fabric, tracing his hard flesh, down to the softer bulge of his balls beneath. I licked around the sensitive skin, then opened my jaws and carefully took them into my mouth. I could feel the warmth through the silk and delighted in the way they momentarily tightened against his body before relaxing again.
Jack was watching me, remarkably calm given the circumstances. I sucked a little harder, tugging slightly, until he gasped and shook his head.
“Don't do that,” he whispered.
I pulled my lips back, baring my teeth at him.
“I thought I was supposed to be the animal tonight,” he said sternly.
I growled softly like I was reluctant to give up my new toys.
“Marie,” he said, calm authority in his voice. “Let go.”
I obeyed, my eyes never leaving his. I could see the sparkle in his eyes and it warmed me. He'd thought it was funny and that meant he wasn't afraid of me. That felt wonderful. Suddenly I didn't want any more games. I wanted my man to take me, to dominate me, to own me.
I leaned back down and located the little patch of Velcro on the side of his almost-not-there undies. I took it in my teeth and pulled it open. Then I kissed over to the other side and did the same. Now the slinky black material barely covered even the head of his cock. I bit down on the material again and lifted it clear. He moved his hips, allowing me to pull the garment completely free. With a negligent toss of my head I threw it onto the floor, looking back down at him, completely naked, totally aroused.
Suddenly I lunged forward, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could, sucking him hard and fast.
“Holy shit!” he yelled in a startled voice. “Stop!”
I didn't want to stop. I wanted him to make me stop.
He grabbed hold of a fistful of my hair, pulling—but very gently—while he used his free hand to push my forehead. Slowly I allowed him to lift my head up.
“No,” he said firmly. “Bad puppy.”
I growled at him, enjoying myself immensely.
“Oh, that's how it is, is it?” he said.
I would have been more convinced he was angry if his face wasn't trying to arrange itself into a grin.
“Bad puppy,” he repeated, giving me a good attempt at a stern look.
Suddenly I knew what I wanted. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and changed. I heard Jack gasp. My heart was pounding, my stomach was fluttering, my mouth was dry, but I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I opened my eyes and took a slower breath. The scent of arousal in the room almost drove me to my knees.
“Oh... puppy,” he whispered. “Are you sure?”
I turned and bent over, putting my front paws on the bed, arching my back downwards, lifting my tail for him. Jack had promised we could try this and I couldn't think of a better time.
“Marie,” he whispered, even more quietly than before.
I growled, willing him to move before I lost my nerve.
He stepped behind me, running his fingers through my fur. Then he took hold of my hips and thrust his cock into me. It was like someone was setting fireworks off in my abdomen. Every movement was pure ecstasy. Jack was pounding me harder and harder and I was trembling on the edge of and incredible orgasm when he suddenly lunged forward and wrapped a hand around my snout, holding my mouth closed.
He pulled my head around so he could look me in the eye.
“You want to keep the noise down?” he said, panting. “I don't know what the neighbours will think I'm up to in here but it's probably illegal.”
I snorted laughter. Apparently I was being a little vocal. He released his grip around my mouth and straightened up.
“Think you can be quiet?” he asked.
I shook my head. I had an idea, one that I hadn't really wanted to spring on him this quick. Oh well, needs must.
“Look in the bag,” I said. I hate the sound of my voice in my wolf form.
I pointed at a piece of luggage by the bed. He stepped backwards and I groaned as his cock slid out of me. He stepped around the bed and bent to unzip the bag.
He rummaged through the contents with a smile on his lips.
“And when were you going to tell me about this, puppy?”
It was a small bag of various things I'd wanted to play with. There was the teeny leather slave bikini I'd worn to that club in Paris not so long ago. There was the collar I'd worn, and the leash. There was a pair of nipple clamps and a nice little vibrator. Some massage oil and a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold and ...
“Is this a muzzle?” he asked.
He held up the item he'd found. It was a wide leather strap, fitted to go around my snout, with a thinner leather strap that would buckle behind my head. I nodded carefully.
“Think this is going to work?” he asked. “Is this going to make you a quiet puppy?”
“Shut up,” I growled, “and fuck me.”
“And what makes you think you're giving orders here, puppy?�
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I shut my mouth and tried not to grin.
“Shut your eyes, puppy,” he snapped.
I obeyed quickly. He stood up and stepped behind me. His cock ruffled the fur on my thigh has he bucked the muzzle in place. My mouth was firmly held closed. Then he tied something over my eyes. It felt like one of the strips of silk I'd put in the bag. Then he buckled something around my throat. My collar. The one he'd given me in Paris.
“Get up on the bed,” he ordered. “Lay on your back.”
I scrambled up and turned over.
“Open your legs.” I did so. “Wider.” I spread my legs further apart. “Wider.”
I hooked my heels over the edges of the bed.
“Better.”
The bed moved as he climbed on between my thighs. He took one of my hands and wrapped something around my wrist, then he pulled it over my head. I took a deep breath and swallowed. He was tying my wrists to the headboard with more of the strips of silk. When he was done he ran his fingertips down my arms and across my breasts, gently tickling my nipples.
“Now, that's better,” he said softly.
He leaned down and kissed me on the nose.
“Now I'm gonna fuck you.”
He moved around for a few seconds and I felt his hands on my hips an instant before his cock pushed into me. With the muzzle on I couldn't cry out at the sheer pleasure of the feeling. All I could manage was a soft whimper of joy. Being blind, mute and restrained was intoxicating. It amplified the effect of every thrust. It felt like he was shoving that cock so far in that it would hit the back of my throat. With the blindfold on I lost all sense of time. The whole world came down to physical sensation. The silk around my wrists and head, the leather around my snout, the feel of his hands on my hips, the sheets under my back, the pillow under my head, the cock filling my pussy. I rode waves of pleasure as I got closer and closer to orgasm. He sped up, pounding into me harder and harder and I lost it completely, my back arching as my body surrendered.
I was still riding the high when he suddenly let out a yelp of pure pain. He fell over to the side and rolled off the bed.
“Fucking hell!” he screamed.
I could hear him crashing around the room, struggling to breathe. Terrified, I wrenched at the silk that bound my wrists, tearing the material. I sat up, clawing at the blindfold and muzzle. He was hopping around on one leg, his fingers digging into the muscle of his thigh.
“Oh fuck! Cramp!”
I stared at him as he massaged his leg. I couldn't help myself, I burst out laughing.
“It's not funny!” he gasped.
It was kinda funny. He was stark naked. His cock slick, shiny and erect, bobbed up and down as he hopped around the room, flexing his leg in an attempt to get the muscle to unlock. I laughed harder, my shoulders shaking, both paws clamped over my snout.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “That fucking hurts. Oh... shit... it's loosening... fuck...”
His frantic movements slowed and changed to a kind of one-legged high step as he moved around, getting the blood flowing again. Finally he sat on the edge of the bed, still rubbing his thigh.
I changed back to my human form and put my hand on his shoulder.
“Lay back,” I whispered.
He fell back onto the bed. I slid my hands along his leg and squeezed the muscle. It was still solid.
“Are you okay, love?” I asked, still giggling.
“Yeah, I'm just peachy,” he said with a grimace.
I massaged his thigh, feeling the firmness slowly ease. His erection was gone. Pain will do that every time, I suppose.
“Wow, that's better,” he said, closing his eyes. “I'm sorry, puppy.”
“No need to apologize,” I said, smiling. “You took care of me before you went off on your hoppy dance. I got mine. You just scared the hell out of me when you took off running. I thought I'd snapped your dick off or something.”
He propped himself up on his elbows and gave me a smile.
“Nothing like that. In fact, it was amazing. It was kinky and hot and... wow...”
His cock was starting to stir again.
“Yeah?” I said, fascinated by the way his cock lengthened and thickened. “Felt good?”
“Better than good. I wasn't going to last much longer.”
I'd seen him limp, and I'd seen him erect, but I'd never had the chance to watch him go from one to the other.
“Then maybe that cramp came along at the right time,” I said.
He snorted laughter and nodded.
“Pain as a delay spray,” he said. “I don't think we could market that.”
“Lay back,” I said. “Relax. I'll take care of this.”
I swung my leg over his hips and, with one had wrapped around the shaft, guided his cock into my pussy. He smiled up at me and I began to rock my hips.
CHAPTER
10
“Jack?” she said, her voice shaking. “You dead?”
She stroked her fingers through my hair. I had collapsed next to her, moving just enough to press up against her side.
“Can't move,” I said, still breathing heavily. “Can barely talk.”
She nodded and cuddled closer. I draped an arm—not sure if it was mine—across her stomach and kissed her ear. We were still laying across the bed, facing the footboard, where I had thrown her during our third time around. I had recovered from the cramped muscle quite well and had rallied magnificently.
“That,” I managed to say, “was incredible.”
“Yes,” she breathed, stirring the hairs on my neck. “Oh yes.”
I kissed her forehead. Suddenly she groaned and squirmed. She slipped out from under my arm and sat up a little unsteadily. After a moment she climbed to her feet and tottered towards the bathroom.
My ego waved a tiny—but triumphant—flag. I, a mere human, had made a werewolf walk like that. Who's the man?
And I fell asleep.
Marie shook me awake.
“Come on stud, come join me,” she said.
Yeah, she was looking fresher and better, but I still felt like someone had been hitting me repeatedly with a bag of bowling balls.
I rolled over and managed to get to my feet. Yeah, I'm the man. I am the man. Right now I felt like the old man, but hey, I'll take it.
Marie led me into the bathroom where the big sunken tub was filled with hot, soapy water. It looked like the most inviting thing on Earth.
Don't look at me like that. Guys can enjoy taking a bath. Especially when it's with a woman.
I sank gratefully into the water, feeling my muscles relax and the stiffness leave my back.
“Oh, that feels good,” I said.
Marie pushed my knees open and sat down between them, leaning against my chest.
“Yes,” she said with a contented sigh. “Yes it does. A perfect end to a perfect day.”
I groaned my way awake. The bath had been fantastic, falling into bed with the love of my life had been the true crown of the evening. Then the phone rang. It was the one in my room but with the door open it was loud enough to wake me.
I lay there, debating whether to answer. Then it stopped. Ah well, if it was important they would—
The phone next to the bed started to ring. I groaned louder as I reached across to answer it. Marie turned over and cuddled against my back.
“Hello?” I said.
“Mr. Henderson?”
“Speaking.”
“Sorry to disturb you at this hour, sir, but this is James at the front desk. There is a gentleman here who insisted I contact you. He said to tell you that he's from the Ministry and he needs to talk to you face to face.”
I suppressed another groan. The bloody Ministry and their bloody timing never did get any better.
“Okay, tell him I'll be right down.”
“Yes sir, I'll tell him. And sorry again for disturbing you.”
I hung up the phone and turned to Marie.
“Come back to
sleep,” she said. “Leave the little bastard standing there.”
Of course, Marie had heard both sides of the conversation.
“I wish I could, puppy. It's got to be important to disturb us like this.”
“Okay,” she said. “I'll wait for you.”
I shook my head, yawning hugely.
“Get dressed. We may have to leave in a hurry. You always take so long to get ready.”
She blew a raspberry at me so I dived under the covers to tickle her. She gave a shriek and squirmed against me. The tickling quickly led to kissing.
“Stay, love,” she said, covering my face in tiny kisses. “Forget the Ministry man and stay here, just you, me, and the kiss monster.”
“I'll be right back,” I said. “Get dressed.”
“And what if we're not going anywhere? What if he's just here with a message?”
“Then I get all the fun of undressing you again.”
She made interested noises, snuggling close and kissing me repeatedly.
“I gotta go, love. Stuffed shirt waiting.”
She reluctantly allowed me to climb out of bed.
“Their timing's off,” she said as she watched me dress.
“Yep. Could have waited a few days.”
“No, I meant that if they really wanted to piss us off they should have called a few hours ago.”
I laughed at that and kissed the tip of her nose. Once I was fully dressed I started hunting for my shoes.
“You getting up?”
“Yeah, running all the way,” she said, still firmly ensconced in the bed.
I'd located my shoes and stood up to pull on my shoulder holster. I drew my trusty SIG and eased the slide back to check the round in the chamber before replacing it.
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