He wrapped his hand into her hair and with his other hand tore her sodden knickers clean off her. Her musk hit him full on and his wolf growled, as he traced the downy hair covering her slit.
“Rule one of being mine. That hair has to go.”
Chapter Twelve
Her heart was trying to beat itself out of her chest, and she wasn’t sure she had heard him right over the blood rushing in her ears. It couldn’t be that simple, could it?
His claws pierced her skin as he grasped her chin and there was no mistaking the sincerity in his gaze as he made her look at him.
“Did you hear me, little red? “ Henry asked, and she swallowed hard.
“Yes, but why… ouch.”
The swat to her thigh came from nowhere and it hurt—a lot.
The hold on her chin grew painful and his gaze became even more intent as he seemed to look straight into her soul.
“Yes, Sir,” he said, and his voice dropped lower to that delicious cadence that meant she would do anything to please him. “Let’s not forget the basics, girl. You called me that before, but from now on I shall insist on it. I know you know what that title means, and why I want you to call me it. The only question that remains in my mind is how much you know, so tell me, girl.”
Panic seized Joanne and he pulled her closer and rubbed his beard across her neck while inhaling deeply against her skin. The action calmed her, and she ground her confession out through gritted teeth.
“I read up on you, well Protectors in general. You tend to be dominant in need of control and besides everyone knows that the Mongrels are up to kinky stuff.”
Henry’s amused chuckle vibrated through her and he pulled back to study her.
“Everyone, huh? That why folks give us a wide birth?”
His amusement increased when she nodded, blushed and murmured.
“That and other things. You’re the men mothers warn their small daughters to stay away from.”
“I shall take that as a compliment then.” He winked at her and Joanne finally relaxed and grinned.
“Yes, well, it seemed I didn’t listen too well to those warnings.”
Henry threw his head back and laughed.
“Thank fuck you didn’t. So, now that we’ve got that cleared up, let me explain a few things. As you rightly said, I’m a dominant man. I need to be in control of my sexual partner. That doesn’t mean I’m an overbearing chauvinist, either. I will always take your wishes and needs into consideration, and I would never misuse your trust, or force you into doing something you’re not comfortable doing. As my submissive you always have the power to stop me. All you have to do is cry red or another safe word you’d like to pick and everything stops.”
He must have read her confused expression, because he smiled.
“I like to stick to the traffic lights system. Green for full steam ahead, yellow for hang on let’s talk about this, and red for fuck no, stop this now. I promise I will always honor those, but if you just say no, I’ll ignore it. Are you with me so far, sweetheart?”
Joanne didn’t trust her voice to work so she nodded.
“Vocalize, little red. I’m not a mind reader, and unless you’re gagged and I’ve given you a hand signal to use instead, I want to hear your voice, when I ask you a question, so—”
“Green.” The word shot out of Joanne’s mouth and Henry smiled.
“Very well, that will do. There is just one thing I need from you, little red. Complete and utter honesty. If you’re not happy, if something hurts and it’s not good pain, then I expect you to use your safe words. This won’t work otherwise and I could hurt you. You’re so beautifully responsive to me, I might push you too hard, especially at first while we work our dynamics out between us, so promise me you will cry red, if you need to.”
Joanne’s mouth went so dry at the enormity of what she was committing to, that she found it hard to form the words.
Henry reached across to the tap and filled up a glass of water for her.
“Here, drink this and take your time. It’s important we get this right, sweetheart.”
Joanne took several deep gulps, and then put the glass down next to her.
“I promise, Sir, and I understand.”
“Good girl, those rules established, please take yourself off to your bedroom, strip and lay down on the bed for me. I have to get few things prepared, and I’ll be up shortly.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled at her answer, helped her down and Joanne all but ran up the stairs.
Excitement warred with fear in her belly, but one thing she was certain off. Joanne trusted him with her life. Once in her bedroom she caught side of herself in the mirror. A flushed and bright-eyed version of herself stared back at her. She grimaced at the bird’s nest that seemed to have taken up residence in her hair, and dashed across to the bathroom. She didn’t know how long she had before Henry came up, but she could try and make herself respectable.
Joanne grinned at her thought processes, as she washed her hands and face, gave her pussy a quick wipe with a wash cloth, after using the toilet, and tried to brush the worst knots out of her hair. Considering what she was about to embark on, respectable and her really didn’t belong in the same sentence. Then again they were both consulting adults, so what they got up to really wasn’t anybody else’s business.
A sound from the kitchen made her sprint across the landing, and she hastily took off her remaining clothes, chucked them in the wash basket, and arranged herself on the bed. It felt awkward at first, lying naked on top of her covers in the bright light of day, but she soon relaxed into it. Henry’s heavy footsteps coming up the stairs gave her renewed palpitations. He stopped in the doorway, his heated gaze taking in her naked form and he gave the most wolfish smile. It made Joanne feel as though she was his prey about to be devoured.
Stepping into the room, he dropped the heavy bag he was carrying on the floor, and approached her bed.
“Very nice, little red, but I want to see my pussy, so spread your legs for me, and put your hands above your head.” His grin deepened when she complied, and a shudder went through her as the cool air hit her exposed cunt. She was already growing wet for him, and he murmured his approval as he sat down on the bed, and lightly traced the callused pads of his fingers along her labia. Joanne moaned and he winked at her.
“So beautifully responsive. There’s another reason I want all this hair off. It will make you much more sensitive, and will make it far easier for me to torture you a little.”
The way he said torture should have frightened Joanne witless, but it had the opposite effect on her wayward body, and when Henry bent to kiss first one and then the other stiff nipple, she arched off the bed toward him.
“Oh, no, my sweet little subbie. I can see I’m going to have to tie you down.”
Joanne instinctively shook her head and she was on the verge of saying no, when she saw him bend down and run a thin red rope through his hands. Something about the expression on his face stopped her from voicing that word. Not that he would have stopped anyway. What had he said? She had to use red for stop.
“I can almost see the wheels turning in your head, little red. What has you so tense?” he asked. Joanne jumped when he traced the end of the surprisingly soft rope up and down the inside of her leg. When he stopped just shy of her pussy, she let out a disappointed moan and Henry laughed.
“Yeah, feels good huh? Sometime soon I’ll tie you in a proper harness with the rope through your cunt, and tied just so. The knot will sit on your clit, and you won’t be allowed to come unless I say so. Think about it. Every time you move even the slightest bit, that little bundle of fun right here,” he flicked across her clit lightly with the end of the robe, making her jump, ”will be stimulated, until you can’t stand it anymore.”
He paused and ran the rope through her slit, and Joanne tried to shut her legs as the stimulation almost proved too much. Coupled with his sinfully sexy voice her mind worked o
ver time imagining that scenario, and if she grew any wetter she would stain the blasted covers.
“Yes, I thought you would like that, sweetheart. Tell me what color are you now?”
The question confused Joanne for a moment, all her attention taken up by the delicious friction he created between her legs, and her hips rose to press herself closer into the source of pleasure. A stinging swat to her outer thigh brought her up short and she froze.
“I asked you a question, girl.”
“Green, Sir,” Joanne whispered, her earlier arousal giving way to misery at the disapproval in his voice. “I’m sorry, I’m useless at this, I know… ouch.”
Two more swats to her other thigh brought tears to her eyes with the intensity behind them, and she blinked rapidly to stop them falling.
“Girl, don’t you ever let me hear you talk about yourself like that again, oh so help me, you really will not be able to sit down for a week. You’re new to this. I told you already, I may push you too far. Just use your safe words and talk to me. That’s all I ask of you.” He grasped her chin to make sure she looked at him, and she winced as his claws ran out in his agitation. “Are we clear on this?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, give me your arms and we’ll see how you cope with a simple design to bind your arms together, shall we?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Joanne stuck her arms in front of her, and Henry’s smile of approval chased away the last tendrils of fear and uncertainty.
With deft movements he secured the rope around her arms in a crisscross design that meant she couldn’t move them apart from the wrists up to her elbows. Unsure of what to do with her hands she clasped them together.
“Wriggle your fingers for me first, little red. Let me make sure that’s not too tight.”
Henry ran his hands up and down her arms, and underneath the ropes, and Joanne’s breathing sped up as she realized she was now at his mercy. It didn’t scare her, however. Instead, the ropes felt comforting against her skin, as he continued to massage her arms and then urged them back up above her head. The action made her arch her back, and he did something to adjust the tension by her elbows, so that she could stretch her arms up more easily.
“That better?” he asked and Joanne nodded. At his raised eyebrow she quickly added, “Green, Sir.”
“That’s my girl.” He bent to kiss her and Joanne eagerly returned it.
“Now stay like that for a minute while I get my shaving kit sorted out. Lower your arms for now, sweetheart. I don’t want you getting cramp.” She swallowed hard but nodded, and watched the poetry in motion that was his denim-clad ass. Before she had time to get worried he was back carrying a bowl of warm water. He also had a towel and a wash cloth swung over a broad shoulder each, and he sat it all down on her night stand. Grasping the towel he tapped the side of her butt.
“Bum up, sweetheart. You’ll need this under you, or else we’ll stain the covers.” He folded the towel in half and tucked it under her lifted bum with a smirk. “Or that should probably be, you will. Just look at yourself, sweet thing, already so very wet for me.”
As if to prove his point, he bent his head and licked along her slit. Up and down and into her pussy hole he licked and sucked, and Joanne whimpered as her arousal built in waves. The slightest friction against her clit would surely send her over the edge, yet Henry stayed away from that rapidly swelling little bundle of nerves. He blew against it instead, and shivers chased each other up and down Joanne’s skin, and she drew a shuddering breath into her lungs.
“I’m going to have such fun with my pussy soon. Time to step this up. I want your lower half restrained for this, too, so you can’t squirm when I use this.”
Henry held up a cut throat razor for her to see and the room spun.
“No, I mean re… shit I mean yellow. Please, you can’t shave me with that. Please, Sir, what if… no.” Joanne knew she was babbling but that was just too scary to even contemplate. Henry pulled her up into a sitting position, and hugged her close. Surrounded by his warmth and scent her breathing finally returned to more normal patterns, and he sighed.
“Good girl for voicing your concern, but there really is no need to panic. I use this to shave all the time,” he said, and Joanne couldn’t suppress a laugh at that.
“You have a beard, Sir. Why would you need to shave?”
Henry’s shoulders shook in silent laughter, and he tipped her head up. Amusement danced in his fascinating eyes, and her earlier anxiety fled.
“Touché, little red.” He kissed her nose, and continued. “However, I do have to keep it trimmed, or else I’ll end up looking like Captain Blackbeard, and that’s really not the look I’m going for here.”
He winked at her and Joanne burst out laughing.
“I don’t know, Sir?” she said. “You’d look quite fetching with a glass eye and a bandanna, I reckon.”
Henry narrowed his eyes and shook his head at her.
“Watch it, little subbie. You’ll be heading for another punishment at this rate.” His voice dropped to what she was beginning to realize was his Dom voice and her heart gave an excited flutter.
Henry urged her back down, moved her bound arms up and out of the way, and picked up that lethal looking instrument again. Joanne couldn’t seem to take her eyes of it, as he ran it lightly up her belly until he reached the underside of her breasts.
“Hold still now, little red,” he said, and she bit her lips. The blade was cool against her skin, yet it didn’t hurt as he ran the flat side round her areolae and eventually her nipples. They firmed to the point of pain under the stimulation and she held her breath when he ran that razor higher until it rested just under chin.
“Still think I can’t be trusted with this?” he asked, and after holding it there for the pace of a few more of her frantic heart beats, he took it away with a small grin.
Joanne took a deep gulp of air and shook her head.
“No, Sir, I trust you.”
His eyes gleamed in excitement and he smiled at her.
“Good girl, so shall we proceed?”
* * * *
For a moment Henry thought his precious girl was going to argue this, but in the end her submissive side won out, and she relaxed back onto the bed. Only her rapid pulse gave away her agitation.
“That’s my girl. I’m going to tie your arms to the bed, and your ankles, too. It will help you to keep still.”
He looked up at her wide-eyed expression and smiled. The sadist in him drank in her fear. Mixed in with her arousal it was a heavy aphrodisiac indeed, and he shrugged out of his shirt, to enable him to work easier. The way her pupils dilated and her scent increased he knew she liked what she saw. Henry wasn’t a vain man by any means, but having his little red devour him with her eyes, was certainly an ego boost. Seeing her all naked, tied, and wet for him was fucking hot.
He indulged himself by crawling up the bed and over her to secure her arms with the aid of yet more rope. It allowed her some movement to ensure she didn’t cut off the circulation to those limbs, but not enough to get free. He kissed her on the way down, and spent some time suckling her lush breast. Joanne moaned and if her legs hadn’t been pinned down by his body weight, he was sure she would have tried to rub them together.
Acting on impulse he reached down into his bag to bring out his nipple clamps. A simple design made by himself, they consisted of two clothes pegs, joined by a string to which he had attached a simple crystal for weight.
With a wicked grin up at her, he resumed his suckling of one pert breast until the little nub stood proud and erect. With a swift movement he attached the clothes peg, and absorbed Joanne’s gasp of pain in the kiss he gave her.
“That’s it,” he murmured in between kissing her. “Take this for me, baby. I promise the pain will fade and you’ll love it.”
He manipulated the other nipple between his fingers while he continued to kiss her, and when Joanne grew restless under him,
he broke the kiss and attached the other peg.
A sound between a hiss and a moan escaped his little witch, as he sat back to admire his handy work, and beads of perspiration covered her skin. He knew without looking that she had grown even wetter for him, her breath coming in short gasps, and her green eyes darkened to the color of deep moss, when he settled the crystal between her breasts, and pulled slightly.
“Oh, god, that feels so good…please…”
Joanne yanked on her restraints and her hips bucked underneath his legs, and Henry smirked.
“That’s my girl. Every time I do this,” he pulled gently on the crystal, and Joanne gasped and bit her lips, “you feel that pull right in your cunt. Am I right, sweet thing?”
“Ye-es, please…I need to…oh…”
He indulged himself revving her up more until he knew she was on the verge of coming, and scooting back to the bottom of the bed he held her thighs apart to see her pussy hole clench in rhythmic ripples, that made him rock hard. More of her feminine arousal slid down between her butt cheeks and coated her dark hole. His wolf whined at the sight, and Henry took a deep breath in to calm his agitated beast. She would need preparing to take his cock, and normally speaking, Henry would have waited to claim her, but with Salasino still afoot, he didn’t want to waste any more time. Truly mated as one he would sense her emotions, and would be able to track her whereabouts if that fucker were to try anything.
Joanne’s incoherent whimpers spurred him into action, and with his hands secured around her ass cheeks he lifted her up slightly and dove in.
Her musk and scent exploded on his tongue and his wolf growled his enjoyment as Henry ate her out.
Joanne screamed and clamped her thighs around his head, as she tried to grind herself against his face, and Henry bit down on her clit, with a murmured, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
As though a dam had been released, his little red obliged, and forcing her legs further apart, Henry lapped up her arousal. Using his fingers he spread it up to her dark hole, all the while keeping up his tormenting of her clit with his tongue and lips. When she came apart for him a second time, he slipped first one, and then two of his digits slick with her essence into her anus and using a scissoring action stretched her slowly. Joanne seemed too caught up in the aftershocks shaking her body to notice. Sweat dripped in his eyes, as the tight ring of muscle guarding her entrance clenched with her waves of arousal and squeezed the shit out of his fingers.
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