She supposed there must be offices for the people working for the company on the first floor, and that made sense as she’d only seen the community room there. So that meant maybe there was work going on here that she could do. Computer-type work like data processing. But it also meant she was unlikely to get such a job because the staff here was likely very small and they wouldn’t need a person like her with no special skills. Undeterred, she then pulled her blank document to the front of the screen and began writing her resume.
The last six months had blurred her recollections of what had happened before that, but several hours later she had the finished product on screen, a concise yet complete list of her skills. With that saved, she then expanded each dot point listing her achievements and abilities.
By then she was ready to eat. She stood up from the chair and looked at the food she’d been left. If she made herself a garden salad sandwich with pastrami and cheese, she was effectively eating four of her resources at once. Much better to put the peanut butter on the bread and have the meat, cheese, and salad separately as another meal. “A peanut butter sandwich with water for lunch, and salad and soda for supper,” she told herself.
After she’d eaten she sat down again and wrote two job applications, one for office work here or at another branch of the company, the other as a truck driver, explaining that she’d need to get her commercial driver’s license first, but that she was happy to be learning the job while she earned the license.
Then deciding she’d spent quite long enough sitting down, she stood in the center of the available space and began doing stretching exercises. She turned the television on, changing channels until she found some music, and began exercising to it. It wasn’t ideal, but at least she was moving. The nipple clips bobbed and bounced so much she was very temped to go and put her bra on, but she felt sure Master Kingston would expect her to remain naked, so she didn’t get dressed.
The chastity belt was also very confining, yet arousing. The metal dildos in her cunt and ass teased and tormented her with every movement. Her pussy was constantly creaming from all the stimulation. But it was exactly as Master Kingston had indicated. She was constantly aroused, but it was never enough to bring her to climax. Even when she held her hands over her breasts so she could dance better without the clips bouncing, her nipples were hot and tight, but she had no urge to pinch them, knowing it wouldn’t give her the relief she craved.
She was resting on the towel on the floor after doing sit ups and abdominal crunches, when the cell phone Master Kingston had left for her to use rang.
“Sit on the bed with your legs spread so I can watch you on the webcam.”
She did as he said and his face came up on the screen, immediately followed by a buzzing in both her ass and her cunt. Oh. My. God!
She wished she could see his body instead of just his face, but she knew he would have deliberately set his camera to be like that.
“Play with the nipple jewelry,” he ordered.
Obediently she did as he said, still shivering from the intense effect of two dildos pulsing inside her.
“Use your other hand as well.” That was Raleigh’s voice. He must be there, too, and evidently he could see her even though she couldn’t see him.
Her nipples were aching already from the weight of the clips being on all day. She was more than ready to have them taken off, but knew she had to wait for her Master to decide the time was right. She trusted Master Kingston not to leave them on for so long her nipples would be injured, but also understood he might choose to leave them there long after she wanted them gone. She supposed that was part of this test. To see if she trusted him enough not to take them off until she was given permission to do so.
“Get on your hands and knees and show your ass to the camera. Keep your legs wide apart so I can see your cunt as well,” ordered Master Kingston.
Andorra turned herself around and wiggled her ass at the camera, making sure her legs were spread as instructed. She wondered if the men were naked. Was that why the camera only showed Master Kingston’s face? Because they were naked and perhaps masturbating as they watched her? She liked that thought, the concept of them masturbating as she displayed herself for their enjoyment.
“Now lie on your back and play with both nipples. Pull the jewelry, find that delicious edge between pain and pleasure,” ordered Master Kingston.
Andorra thought her nipples were pretty much on the edge already but stroked and teased her hot, taut buds as instructed, tugging gently on the jewelry. Once again both dildos began to pulse, sending her need screaming higher and higher.
“Rub your nipples. Harder, faster.”
“I might not be able to prevent myself from coming.”
“You will wait until I give you permission. Now massage your breasts. Pull harder on the jewelry,” thundered Master Kingston.
“Look at all that cream coming from her cunt,” said Raleigh.
Andorra was surprised she had any cream left. It seemed like she’d been wet and needy most of the day. She desperately wanted to come and had to grit her teeth and touch herself gently or she knew she’d explode.
“Do you want to climax?” Master Kingston’s voice was now soft and seductive.
“Yes, Master.”
“Beg me.”
“Please, Master, let me orgasm.”
“Again.”
“Please, Master Kingston. Let me come.”
“Very well, but you must pinch your tits as hard as you can.”
Andorra was desperate to orgasm so she did as he ordered, pinching her aching nubs with both fingers. The pain was fierce and sharp, driving through her and making her head ache, but it was immediately followed by a hard orgasm rolling through her body. She fell back onto the bed letting her body shake with release as her eyes, flipped shut and her mouth hung open while she gasped for air. It was several minutes later when she noticed the dildos in her ass and cunt had stopped buzzing. She sat up and looked at the computer screen. The camera had pulled back a little way and both Master Kingston and Master Raleigh were there watching her.
“Is there anything you want, Andorra?” asked Raleigh.
“I have a question. Is it okay to shower with the chastity belt on? I didn’t know if I could or not.”
“Yes, you can. You won’t damage it,” answered Master Kingston.
“Any other questions?” Raleigh’s voice was soft and gentle, as seductive and wicked as rich dark chocolate.
“Please may I take the nipple clamps off? My nipples are really sore and aching.”
“You may have them off overnight to sleep, but you must put them on again tomorrow morning, understand?”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
The computer screen went blank and Andorra wondered how he managed to operate the webcam from his end only. Then she shrugged and sat up to remove the nipple jewelry. Then she’d take a shower and hope to figure out how to wash herself around the chastity belt.
How the hell did those women in the olden days manage to wear these things for years until their husbands got home from the crusades?
* * * *
Raleigh was awake and about early the next morning. He knew Andorra would be theirs very soon now, and he wanted to plan a special time when he and Kingston would demonstrate their wolves to her. She was coping brilliantly with her test and it wouldn’t be long before Kingston was forced to recognize that he had nothing to fear from her and to welcome her as their mate. Raleigh could hardly contain his excitement at the thought. So the best way to deal with the anticipation was to plan the scene where they would transform into their wolves and show themselves to their mate.
They needed a relatively private place for that, but most of the mountain was private. Most people who lived here didn’t hike around outside very often. They might walk to the other hot spring perhaps, or to the Monster Cave, or to a very steep section of the cliffs where some of them liked to go rock climbing, but few people idly walked a
round. So he had to avoid the more populated areas—or areas people might visit—and find a nice private place just for the three of them.
Raleigh left the building and walked for perhaps half a mile, then began to circle around the mountain. He figured anyone just wanting some fresh air and not going to a specific place likely wouldn’t go more than half a mile from the building. As he walked, he took deep breaths, enjoying the pure mountain air, the bright sunshine, and the freedom to go hiking in the daytime if he wanted to. He suddenly realized that it was a very long time since he’d gone outside just for the hell of it. Mostly when he went somewhere it was to complete a specific task, like when he’d tracked back the way Andorra had arrived here.
I really must get outside more often.
Raleigh whistled a tune as he hiked gradually west, then curved south and east again. Ahead of him was a large rocky outcrop. He walked to the right of the rocks, staring up at them as he passed. They were quite climbable either for a human or a wolf, so he scrambled over some rocks at the bottom and made his way to the top. There was a good view over the side of the mountain from here. He stood still and stared off into the distance, mentally picturing the various towns in each direction. All of them were several days’ travel from here on foot, and the best part of an hour by helicopter by the time getting from the airfield to the place he wanted to be was taken into account.
That was one of the best things about living here on the mountain. Unless there was a whiteout in winter, although they were far from anyone and quite safe and secluded, they also were never more than an hour or two from civilization. There was no way he wanted to live permanently in a city again. Everything he needed was here, or if it wasn’t, it was easy enough to go get it and bring it here. The only thing that had been missing from his life was his mate, and now she’d come to them. Kingston would surely realize that quite soon now. Within a day, Raleigh thought. Kingston would see there was no fault in Andorra, she was everything they wanted and needed.
Raleigh sat down on the top of the rocky outcrop and thought about the future. First they had to show her their wolves. He really didn’t think she’d run away screaming, but it would have to be handled sensitively. It would be one occasion when her commitment had to be unpressured. No Master could require a mate to accept him as a shape-shifter. She had to agree willingly by herself. Actually, no forced marriages were legal in shape-shifter law. Unless all parties agreed to a mating, it was invalid.
But Raleigh knew she wanted them as much as they wanted her. And Kingston wanted her as much as he, Raleigh, did. He was just hung up about his wealth and importance. That was a valid concern, but not relevant in Andorra’s case. Raleigh knew she was genuine.
If they all climbed up here she could sit here and watch him and Kingston run around and play in wolf form. Now he needed to find a nice private place where they could mate.
He climbed down and walked all around the rock, then moved out from it in gradually increasing spirals until he found a dozen trees forming a windbreak by the cliff. They’d need to bring a rug to lie on, but that was doable.
He headed back in a straight line for the pack headquarters, to see if a human could walk directly here and how far it was. Not that he expected her to be incapable of the walk. She’d climbed up the mountain for a start. But that didn’t stop him wanting to look out for her and make her life smoother. Once she was his he’d do his very best to smooth all the pathways in her life. While holding her in his arms and fucking her every night.
All he had to do was convince Kingston. When would he finally let his guard down completely?”?
* * * *
Kingston paced around his apartment trying to look at it with fresh eyes. When he’d decided to use the headquarters as his home to avoid constantly being chased by people he didn’t want to see, he’d refurbished it a bit. The bed was more than big enough for three, and one entire wall in both the living room and the bedroom was closet space. But he found now he was here he had no need for many things he’d considered indispensible in the past. The tuxedos and dress suits were pushed into the far corner of the closet and his jeans, T-shirts, and sweatshirts were in the center for easy access. Athletic shoes or boots were on his feet instead of any of his dress shoes.
He was so much happier here. It wasn’t just the crisp, fresh air, or the peace and silence, although he appreciated all of those things. It was the ability to sit at his computer and think through his plans and ideas without a million interruptions. He got far more work done in a business day up here than he’d ever managed in an office. He’d assembled a team around him that he trusted completely, and left the staffing of the branches to his branch managers. Some only hired shape-shifters, others had a mix of staff. As long as the branch ran smoothly without trouble and made a decent profit he was happy to let them manage their own programs.
But what would happen when—if—he and Raleigh mated Andorra? Would her selfish father want to get involved and try to clean out his bank account? Would her stepmother and stepbrother reappear and want to be part of the company? Every time he thought maybe Andorra was the right woman for them as Raleigh kept insisting, he saw a dozen new problems spring up.
While the werewolf mating only required the three of them to be present, as a human undoubtedly Andorra would want a big, glitzy celebration with four hundred guests and a thousand-dollar dress. Hell, more likely a five-thousand-dollar dress. Some huge white extravaganza with a dozen bridesmaids and a bunch of pre- and post-wedding parties with endless food and champagne. He couldn’t imagine the whole deal costing less than several hundred thousand dollars.
There’d be hotels to book for all the members of the wedding party, jewelry and clothing to buy, caterers and party planners and fuck-only-knew what else. In a masochistic way he could even look forward to it, if it meant he and Raleigh would be mated at last. But of course, under American law only he and Andorra would be legally married and that would leave him open to any claims her grasping relatives tried to place on him. Even if she signed a pre-nuptial agreement a smart lawyer could still wring plenty of assets out of him.
Ugh! Why was this all so hard? Like his dick. That was hard, too. He only had to think of Andorra, her sexy round ass pointed toward his computer screen, and he could feel his cock filling again, ready to take her. In the ass, in the cunt, in her mouth, anywhere and everywhere.
Kingston stopped pacing and forced himself to sit down, spreading his legs wide to give his dick some space. First, there was plenty of room for her and Raleigh to move into this apartment so they could live together. They could keep Raleigh’s apartment as storage and a quiet place for either of them to work if they needed it.
Second, he needed to talk to his lawyer, Carson, to write an absolutely unbreakable pre-nuptial contract that would give her only enough to live on if they separated. No extras, no claim on anything belonging to the pack or to him or to Raleigh. And then he ought to see if York, his IT specialist, had learned anything more about Andorra. Actually he should do that first. If York had learned something bad about her nothing else would be needed. He’d send her away in the morning.
“Hey, York, have you gotten any information for me?”
“Christ, Kingston. Which part of forty-eight hours don’t you understand? I’ve got several search engines running, but this isn’t CSI, you know. In the real world things take time.”
“I need to do some planning here. Tell me what you’ve gotten at the moment then.” Kingston made his voice harsh. He understood York’s frustration but he was the pack Alpha. York worked for him, not the other way around.
“I have the easy stuff. Registrations of births and marriages and divorces. Everything is exactly as Andorra said it would be, or as we assumed. I also have her school records. Her grade point average was excellent. The career counselor wanted her to go to college but I found no record of her applying anywhere, likely because the fees would have made college out of her reach. Although it’s possible sh
e might have won an academic scholarship if she’d applied to some places. The more detailed and deeper searches will take a while. As I told you upfront.”
“Thanks.” Kingston hung up. Had it just been that she couldn’t afford the fees? Or was she hiding a deeper secret that might have been exposed if she’d applied for college? For example, the rich man whose puppet she was to be after she married him. The man who would use her to control of the pack and its wealth.
Chapter Six
The second day had passed very silently for Andorra. She’d put the nipple clamps back on as soon as she was awake, then she’d found a music channel on the TV and danced and exercised for a while. After that she sat at the computer and began writing down all her memories of her birth mother, the woman who’d died when she was ten. As best she could, she arranged the stories chronologically, but some memories were so faint and distant she really had no way of working out how old she’d been at the time. She included a few memories of her grandparents as well, a project that occupied her for almost the entire day.
Andorra had expected to be challenged by Master Kingston, but he hadn’t even switched the vibrators on, so by late afternoon she’d decided that was the challenge. To be totally alone and unsure when she’d be contacted again. She felt guilty as she ate a third peanut butter sandwich, but she was hungry and there were other things left. She hadn’t touched the pastrami or cheese yet, having eaten only the garden salad last night.
Because she’d been sitting a lot of the day, she wasn’t especially tired, so she turned her television on again to the music channel she’d discovered and began dancing, this time making up new steps and routines as she went, although mostly not taking more than a few steps in any direction as the room was not very spacious.
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