“God, you’re such a damned caveman.”
Hmmm. No complaints that I hadn’t given her permission to come? I flipped her over and propped her feet on my chest so she’d have something to do with her legs. “I don’t think we’re established enough for me to deny you orgasms between us having sex. Not yet, anyway. If we keep going forward with this, it’ll make me happy to deny you orgasms a few days at a time, here and there. Especially when we’re seeing each other a lot, so I can tease the hell out of you every hour or two.”
Her reaction told me she both hated the idea, and was turned on by it. This girl needed someone to take control of her sexuality, but she’d been a little spoiled by being the one in control for a while. That was okay. I liked the idea of her having to fight to deal with it emotionally as well as physically.
“Today, I’m going to enjoy getting you off after denying you.” I ran my finger through her folds and she gave an entire body shiver. “And you aren’t going to shower again before we go to the party.”
Another burst of arousal hormones. Fuck, but I was falling for this woman.
I slid her a little more onto the bed and moved her feet from my chest to my shoulders as I leaned forward and sucked her clit into my mouth. I worked her hard with my lips and tongue, and she was crazy with need when I finally sank three fingers into her pussy. Her moans of pleasure turned into little screams because I fingerfucked her hard and fast with no mercy, and then finally lifted my mouth long enough to give her permission to orgasm.
My little swan came fucking unglued, and I didn’t let up with my tongue or my fingers while she shook and jerked and spasmed and screamed. Her orgasm went on and on and on and on, but I did nothing to cut it short. When she returned to reality, she rolled to her side, curled into a ball, and closed her eyes. I breathed in and wished I could put her scent into a can. Complete and utter bliss, contentment, belonging, and tranquility. I’d only pulled my jeans down to fuck her, and I pulled them up, fastened them, and lifted her in my arms. A few dozen steps had me sitting on the sofa in my living room, and I cradled her to my chest.
The bear inside me wanted to tell her we were falling for her, but the human part of me shut him up. It was too soon. We didn’t want to scare her away.
Chapter Eight
Ember
Is it wrong that I was happy I smelled of sex with Dementor, and that every supernatural I met would know he’d claimed me as his?
I’d loved belonging to Able. I was his girlfriend in public, his toy to his inner circle, and just his when we were in private. Anything he wanted to do to me was fine so long as he didn’t cut me with silver to make it permanent. He’d cut my clit completely off a time or two, when he wanted to deny me orgasms for an extended time. Surprisingly, we found out I could still come from penetration alone, as long as it was rough and painful enough. Took a lot more effort, but it wasn’t impossible. Of course, later, he fixed that by sewing my cunt closed after he cut my clit off.
However, I wasn’t willing to give Dementor that much power over me — at least, not until the first time he held me like a baby until I came fully back to reality. He didn’t leave me alone to recover from an earthshattering orgasm. He held me and took care of me, and it made me want to sign a contract giving him even more power over me than Able had been given.
I felt the same way after every intense session, and those thoughts scared the fuck out of me.
Between school, learning two disciplines of martial arts, time at the range, and my roller derby obligations, I didn’t have time for a boyfriend. I didn’t.
And yet, unless I put the brakes on this, I had one.
“Do you remember the rules?” he asked just before we headed to the clubhouse.
I rolled my eyes. He’d told me so many things before I’d met his brothers the first time, I wasn’t sure which rules he was talking about. I recited the ones I could remember. “Don’t touch them unless they touch me first. Don’t call them brother. Don’t walk up and speak to a group of them unless invited to do so, and just generally be careful about speaking to anyone in a cut unless they speak to me first. I can touch you as much as I want, but need to be careful about speaking if you’re talking to one of your brothers. Don’t touch anyone’s bike. Don’t go wandering off away from the clubhouse.”
“Yeah. Also, don’t talk about anything you hear while you’re here. I’m taking responsibility for you. Anything you do reflects on me, but it goes deeper than that. If an ol’lady breaks a serious rule, her ol’man can be required to take the discipline for it.”
Right, and a minor rule, I’d take my own discipline. I’d seen the sweetbutts spanked a few times for minor shit, but D had assured me I’d have to screw up a lot worse before the club would vote for me to get consequences, and I couldn’t imagine ever doing anything to disrespect one of his brothers. I wasn’t worried about the minor or the major stuff because I wasn’t going to be stupid.
“I’m not going to rat ya’ll out,” I assured him. “Ya’ll don’t deal in drugs, and I figure you only beat the shit out of people who need a good beating. I’m sure you do illegal stuff, but I can’t imagine it’s worse than some of the things I’m aware others have done. It’s important I don’t get arrested because I’ll need the certification to be a bodyguard, and if I’ll be protecting politicians then I’ll need a security clearance. Just make sure I have plausible deniability and we’re good.”
He fiddled with my hair, twisting it around a finger as he talked. “Matty’s best friend in Chattanooga works for Drake, and she’s in the clubhouse at least once a week, plus she’s at most of the parties. An even bigger deal — she has an apartment over Razor and Matty’s garage, in the MC’s neighborhood. I don’t think there’ll be a conflict with you dating me and working for Aaron.”
“Does she have a security clearance?”
“She’s one of his top analysts, so I assume she does.”
I gave him a choice of three outfits for me to wear — casual in jeans, sporty bad-assed derby girl, or all done up in a black miniskirt and boots with my abs showing, so I looked like a biker chick.
“Whatever you’ll feel the most comfortable in,” he said. “Any of those will be fine.”
“What will the other women wear?”
“Little of everything. Wear what you want, but be prepared for me to pull you off to the side and fuck you a few times in the miniskirt. Possibly in the others, too, but that miniskirt will make it too easy.”
“I’m not big on public sex. I mean, it isn’t like I’ve never had to in the past, but I don’t think...”
He put his finger over my lips. “Never. Ol’ladies get more respect than that. We might go off into a side hall, or a side room, but never in front of everyone. The sweetbutts get fucked pretty much anywhere, and you’ll have to be okay with that, but never the ol’ladies.” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t say never. You already know you can be subject to consequences if you do something boneheaded.”
Right, and I hadn’t been worried, but now that he’d brought it up again, I decided I needed better examples than he’d given before. Last time, I’d asked what I’d have to do to get punished. I rephrased the question this time.
“What have other ol’ladies done to get punished?”
“Told a secret. Punched someone for no reason. Nothing you’d accidentally do.” He pulled me to him. “You understand supernatural politics, and while biker rules aren’t exactly the same, the basic idea behind both are the same. Keep your mouth shut, don’t show disrespect, and control yourself. You’ll be fine.”
“Is it wrong that I hope a sweetbutt gets belted tonight so I can watch?” I’d only seen them hand-spanked, and I wanted to see one of them have to take a belt. At first, I’d felt guilty when my clit throbbed with need while one was spanked, but they could leave if they wanted so my guilt wasn’t warranted. They chose to stay.
He chuckled. “Not at all. Get dressed, my little birdie.”
I stepped away from him and crossed my arms. “As birds go, swans are one of the larger species.”
“But compared to a grizzly bear, you’re a tiny little thing.”
I blew out a breath. He had a point, but I wasn’t going to encourage him. I also didn’t point out how much bigger dragons are than bears. I wasn’t ready to have that conversation with him. He clearly liked me being smaller than him. Would he be attracted to a dragon shifter? I still had at least six or eight months until I’d be changed, so I put it out of my head.
I ended up wearing the miniskirt. I still wasn’t sure whether this would be my last night with Dementor or not, and I wanted to get fucked at every opportunity.
We walked across the parking lot to the main building, and my stomach growled — the pig smelled wonderful. They’d taken it out of the smoker and three people were working to section it and cut it.
“We’ll eat once they have enough of it pulled and sliced to handle the initial line.”
I noted a few people had plates already and were eating chicken, but Dementor knew I didn’t eat other birds if I could help it. I didn’t want him to have to wait, so I told him, “You can go ahead and eat now, if you want some chicken.”
“Oh no. I’m waiting for the pig. We have our own barbecue sauce. We sell it in the restaurant and at the spa, but we have several gallons of it for the party. It’s better than you can imagine.”
Frost walked towards us and met us before we reached the group watching the carvers and shredders work on the pig. He held his hand out for me to shake. “Ember. It’s good to see you again. No hard feelings?”
I looked at him a few seconds. He’d whipped me hard, the last time he played with me. I was sliced open in enough places, Able had helped me change to heal. It’d been bad, but I’d had orgasms, and Able’s inner circle had known that’s what I was there for. I was the toy, to be used and abused. I shook his hand and smiled. “So long as you don’t embarrass me, we’ll be fine. Thanks for opening the conversation.”
“You’re here with The D. End of story. Respect.”
Velvet came towards us, and I hugged back when she hugged me. “Come on,” she said. “I have some chairs set up for us, so we can sit and gab without the men bothering us.”
I let her drag me away, and I had to admit that sitting off to the side in comfortable chairs with her was probably better than standing and listening to the bikers. She had a little margarita station set up, and I grabbed a glass, salted the rim, put ice in, poured it full, and took a seat. “You know swans can get drunk, right?”
“Most birds can, so I assumed. Have fun with it.”
“Dementor told me I have to stay in control of myself.”
“You do, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun. I figure you know your limits.”
“I sometimes say stuff out loud that I think are thoughts once I get good and drunk, so I probably shouldn’t go past buzzed.”
Velvet laughed. “For your first party, you’re probably right.”
I had two good-sized margaritas before we ate, and I had to admit the MC’s barbecue sauce was perhaps the best I’d ever had. I made sex noises after my first bite, and grinned at Dementor’s look. “It was only a moan. You get a lot more than moans out of me. There’s no need to be jealous of the barbecue.”
His brothers laughed, and he kissed my forehead. “Brats get spanked, you know.”
“Mmmmm. Promises, promises.”
He popped me on the side of my butt. My insides ignited, and I’m certain every shapeshifter present knew exactly what that single slap on the ass did to me.
To be honest, the first couple of hours of the party was kind of boring, as parties go. Lots of people talking and eating, lots of alcohol, but no one was drunk.
But then the sun went down and we moved inside, and everything changed.
First, there were fake birds hanging from the ceiling all over. Crows, I think. There was this huge Jailbird Joey cake, and a big sign on the back about him flying the coop. I later learned it’s the standard RTMC theme for a welcome-back party when someone gets out of prison.
Apparently, the tradition is that — while everyone’s eating cake — the sweetbutts all line up bent over a pool table, and the new freebird fucks them all from behind, one at a time, going down the line.
Frost only spent three or four minutes on some, closer to ten on others. He fucked one girl at least fifteen minutes, and he spanked her ass with his hand enough to make it red before he sank into her. The party continued though. Naked asses leaned over, waiting to be fucked weren’t a big deal with this crowd.
I noted that as Frost finished with a girl, she was generally bent over another piece of furniture and fucked by another biker within moments. A huge part of me missed that, and I was a little jealous of the sweetbutts. So many times, Able had multiple friends over, and they’d all been allowed to use me as they wished without asking Able. I’d also been bent over something and restrained at some of his parties, and all guests were welcome to use me.
But Dementor had shown me I didn’t need that in my life. I could find one person who could treat me rough enough to give me the kind of orgasms I craved. I missed being treated like this, sure, but not enough to want to go back to it. I liked my autonomy.
I had to wonder how things could possibly work with Dementor, though. Bears aren’t monogamous and swans are. The last thing I wanted was get into another relationship where the man I love is free to fuck whoever he wants. Able hadn’t wanted to settle down, so he didn’t. There were times he had other girls in his bed for weeks at a time before he tired of them and brought me back to it. There were even times Able called me in to service his friends while his girlfriend-du-jour serviced him. I’d loved him, but now that I was away from him, I was much healthier emotionally.
“Oh goodness. Dementor warned you, didn’t he?”
I turned to Velvet. “Yeah, I’m good.” She’d likely smelled my conflict and didn’t understand. I took a deep breath and explained. “If you don’t know my history now, you probably will at some point. I used to belong to the Owl King. The former one, before he was killed. As far as the public knew, I was his girlfriend, but behind closed doors, I was given to him by the Swan King before Sophia took the crown.” I shrugged. “It’s been a while since I was in that position, and I both miss it and don’t.”
“Given to him?”
“There were negotiations. I was part of what got traded. I probably brought it on myself. I never really fit into swan society. Sophia — Her Majesty — has done so much for me, so I do my best to fit in when she needs me close, but otherwise, I’m happy with my independence.” I glanced at Frost fucking Daffodil and looked back. “I have both good memories and bad. This reminds me of the good.”
She looked confused. “Swans are monogamous. Like wolves.”
“Yeah. Someday I’ll want to settle down. Or so I’m told.”
She shook her head. “This’ll need lots of communication with Dementor. He’s a grizzly, and they aren’t even a little bit monogamous. Ya’ll will have to figure that out.”
“I think this is just a fling. We’re having fun. It can’t possibly work long term between a bear and a swan.”
“There’s a couple in Chattanooga. Rabbit and Bear. Neither are monogamous, which makes it a little easier, but they’ve been happy together for years.”
I nodded. “Horse and Gabby. I’ve met them, and they make a great couple, but that doesn’t mean things will work with D.”
“Does he know you feel this way?’
“We haven’t talked about it too much. I guess we need to.”
“Yeah. You do.”
I drank the rest of my margarita and poured another. We’d brought our little assembly line station inside with us.
Chapter Nine
Dementor
We didn’t make it back to my apartment until nearly midnight. The party was still in full swing, but Ember had school the next day. It’d be
en important to do this on the day Frost came home, and it’s also easier for most of us to get away from our posts during the week. Most of our businesses are busier on the weekend.
My little swan was beyond buzzed, but not sloppy drunk. Still, in the parking lot on the way back across the complex, she asked, “Do you have toys here? I mean, your belt will do, but a nice fat paddle would be awesome.”
“My antique ping pong paddle’s going to be great friends with your ass. I removed the textured stuff, sanded it smooth, and varnished it. It’s the perfect size and weight to tan someone’s hide.”
I had some questions for her, but I hadn’t been sure how to ask them. A paddling would be a great time for a little interrogation. She seemed to enjoy bondage, so I put wrist and ankle cuffs on her and bent her over the back of my sofa. I keep a set of three-foot bungee cords under it, separated by the sofa’s legs so the girl can’t bring her feet together. One end of a cord connects to the right wrist, the other end to the left wrist, and it’s threaded under the sofa so my victim isn’t going anywhere.
I connected Ember’s right and left sides to the two bungee cords, and she was spread wide with just enough wiggle room to squirm around real pretty while I spanked her little ass.
I sat and took my time removing my boots once I had her naked and in place.
“The little old lady in the apartment to the left is mostly deaf. Once she takes her hearing aids out, she can’t hear shit. My upstairs neighbor beats off while my girls scream and beg. The one on the right works third shift and isn’t home. Try not to scream so loud that people two apartments away can hear you.”
“You’ve got it all worked out.”
“I do. What did you think of your evening?”
“I expected to spend more time with you.”
“Yeah. Some parties, couples stay together, but for a coop-flying party, we kind of break up into men and women. You get along with Velvet okay, right?”
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