“Why’d she call you a wolf? When you had me turn off the monitor yesterday, did you do her—”
“I do not discuss those matters, either.”
“Woof, woof, huh, wolf?”
“Please don’t ask.”
“She’s got a pet name for you? Is the mighty Boss-man falling for some redheaded chica?”
“Certainly not,” Wulf scoffed.
“Certainly not,” Jeffrey mimicked and then flicked his finger at screen number three. “She seems to be doing all right, this time.”
“Indeed,” Wulf said and leaned in, watching, uneasy.
Now that Rae had marked Lando Park’s flesh, she tied him to a post at attention and, from the shamed look on his face, was giving him a proper dressing-down. Park occasionally grinned despite himself but reverted to proper humiliation within a second.
Rae appeared to be doing an excellent job. Park’s session was nearly finished, and he hadn’t had to remove or rescue her after all.
Wulf felt disappointment mix with his admiration. If she had not risen to the challenge, he could have not employed her at The Devilhouse as a contractor. Considering Rae’s earnest desire to help autistic children, Wulf had planned to offer her a ridiculously well-paying job as an admin. He justified it to himself as altruism, even though he suspected that his real motive was to keep her luscious body around The Devilhouse.
If he employed her as an admin, no one else would touch her.
Indeed, as Rae sashayed around Lando Park in Play Room Two, Wulf was having a hard time staying in his seat. He wanted to punch Park for looking at her, and he wanted to fill his hands with her soft, silky flesh.
Disconcerting. Quite disconcerting. Wulf shook his head a little to clear those thoughts.
However, Rae knew far too much about Wulf now—his name, that he was a Swiss citizen, that he had been shot—and one internet search would tell her everything about him. She would see all the newspaper accounts and even his Wikipedia entry, which kept reappearing no matter how many times he or his personal security detail deleted it.
He was still not entirely sure why he had offered up his name that first evening. When she had asked, when she had insisted, he had given it to her. While he would have liked to blame it on drink or lust, he could resist both those influences with aplomb. He was grown man, not a teenager who would risk anything to stick his dick in a warm place.
Now, he wasn’t sure what he should do if she discovered everything.
Swear her to secrecy?
Pay her off?
Liquidate The Devilhouse and leave the US?
That last one was probably his best course. He had managed The Devilhouse from a bankrupt swindle into a business with an excellent positive cash flow, his original goal.
He should alert his household staff that they may be moving. Perhaps they would go to southern France. Wulf had grown accustomed to warm air.
It was a shame. America had surprised him, pleasantly, thoroughly. Even Wulf could reinvent himself in this bustling country. He might do so again. The northwest US might be an option, but the weather up there was far from amenable.
On the monitor’s grainy image, Rae stood over Mr. Park, who now crouched on the floor. White static fell like snow over them. Wulf could just hear him begging for her forgiveness and promising to be a better man.
She presented her black, heeled boot to Park, and he extended his tongue and licked the boot from the toe up to the top, where she stopped him by bracing the riding crop tip against his forehead.
Wulf watched her lovely, creamy back, and for the first time in a decade, Wulf was inclined to remain rather than not particularly caring where he lived.
Wulf said, “She is doing well.”
“Not bad,” Jeffrey begrudged.
Rae reached down and lifted the man’s tear-streaked face. Jeffrey turned up the volume so they heard her say, “Our time is at an end, Small Man. If I hear any more reports about you yelling at the lady at the front desk, I will never work with you again. Capeesh?”
“Yes, Mistress! I will change. I will. Thank you, Mistress!”
Jeffrey turned down the volume. “Seems she did okay.”
“He promises that every week.” Wulf stood and walked toward the exit. “Make me a copy of that session for later review, and delete the training session with Rae immediately.”
“Yes, Boss.” Jeffrey spun back around to keep his eyes on the various sessions in the playrooms. “Range time tomorrow morning?”
“Quite. Lead therapy is excellent tonic.”
“You gonna let me play with the big gun?” His dark eyes shined with humorous avarice.
Considering Jeffrey’s continuing obsession with the Barrett fifty-caliber rifle, Wulf should purchase one for him for his birthday next month. He would task someone with the paperwork tonight. “Of course. Ten o’clock?”
“You betcha.”
Wulf strode out to catch Rae before she left the dungeon.
He had to keep her from learning anything more about him. Wulf abhorred the thought that anyone would ever again see him as the little boy who had watched the assassination of his twin brother.
And yet, and yet.
She had spoken with him, and teased him, and fucked him before she knew that he was The Dom or anything else. That authenticity was unique in Wulf’s life.
Everyone else wanted something from him.
~~~~~
A Discussion with The Dom
In Play Room Two, Rae stood in the center of the room and stretched her arms above her head, reaching for the stone-tiled dungeonesque ceiling and nearly scraping it with her still-unpainted nails, while Mr. Park hung onto his drawers and scuttled from the play room.
A feeling rose in her chest, something like victory, and she smiled.
Relief rested there, too. She had bested the defiant Mr. Park and hadn’t disappointed Wulf, and she was glad as all hell that it was over and she hadn’t screwed it up. Although spanking Lando Park creeped her out a little because the religious nut in the back of her head was oh-so outraged, Rae felt, just a little, like she could do this and that she might have helped Lando Park with some of his issues.
She dropped her arms and collapsed onto the curvy chaise lounge.
The carved-mahogany door opened, and Wulf stepped into her dungeon. He cleared his throat. “That went well.”
Rae stretched her arms over her head and grabbed the back of the seat behind her head. Her boobs rose to the top of the leather teddy’s cups. “Yeah, even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes.”
“Glenda will escort you to our accounting madam, where you can fill out the necessary paperwork to be paid for today, after we speak privately.”
“We need to talk?” Insecurity shattered her victory glow. He had said that she was to be paid for today, suggesting today only, suggesting that she had royally blown it all to heck, dang it.
“If you have the time, I’d like to have a full and frank discussion in my office about your employment.”
“Did I do something wrong? I shouldn’t work here, right?”
Wulf smiled. When his lips parted over his bright white teeth and his chin dropped a notch like that, his expression turned sexy and predatory. “You were superb.”
The relief dribbled back, though her nerves still strummed like an over-tightened banjo. She hooked a thumb through a wide leather strap around her hips. “Should I change first?”
Wulf’s eyes bobbed down, a cursory glance. “No. You’re fine.”
Wulf strode ahead of her through the twisting corridors, marching with purpose like he might be slightly late. Rae teetered behind him in those too-high cowboy boots that were beginning to pinch her toes and worried that she might fall off of them and break an ankle, which would truly end any hope of her getting a job at The Devilhouse. No one would want to be whipped by a Domme on crutches.
Finally, he opened a nondescript office door. Inside, sharp sunlight streamed through the long
window overlooking the garden and threw harsh shadows over his spare, oversized office furniture. She was just wondering if there was such a thing as Swiss modern furniture or if it was all Swedish modern like sterile, boxy Ikea when he grabbed her wrist hard and spun her back against the wall.
She thumped the wall and said “Hey!” just as his mouth came down on hers in a rough kiss. His body pressed hers hard against the wall.
Finally!
The whole time they had been in the play room practicing, visions played in her head of Wulf throwing her over one of those furniture things, but he had stuck to the schedule, and then she had taken her frustration out on Lando Park because Wulf was watching.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, wanting more. He kissed her harder, groping her hips and waist over those leather straps and lace, his hands everywhere at once.
His breath on her neck was ragged like he had sprinted miles. “If you don’t want this, you should leave now.” His body pulled away from hers a little, enough to let her slip away if she wanted to.
She twisted her arms harder around his neck, pulling him closer. She wanted his body tight against hers and to taste him. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, she tasted mint. His warm tongue wrapped hers and then pushed back into her mouth.
His torso and hips pressed against her, wedging her body between himself and the wall. They kissed, their mouths meshing together as his hands ran over her body, grabbing her breasts in the leather bustier and her ass through the straps. She wanted him to slip his fingers inside the leather and inside her body like he had that first night and yesterday, but he trailed his fingers on the tight leather over her pussy. Her body throbbed.
“Please,” she moaned against his lips, trying to move so that his fingers would slide inside her. She fumbled with the tiny buttons on his shirt, trying to press them through the buttonholes, but unbuttoning them was a lot harder when she couldn’t see what she was doing. She struggled with his silver tie, but that didn’t give, either.
He groaned and picked her up, cradling her. Rae yelped against his lips because she still wasn’t used to anyone being able to lift her. He carried her over to his desk and set her bottom on the cold glass.
She said, “No, I’ll break it,” and struggled to jump off, grinding her pussy against his pants.
“Unbreakable.” His low voice was harsh.
She spread her palms behind her, trying to distribute her weight on that glass, sure that she was going to crash through it and yet trying to keep kissing him because his warm, soft lips felt so good against hers. “Are you sure?”
For an answer, he pressed her back onto the cold glass and wrapped her legs around his waist. She pulled back, afraid to hurt him with the high-heeled boots, but he grabbed her hips and yanked her body toward him, nestling her pussy against his hard dick in his pants. His hands slid around her waist to the back, and he fumbled before the leather around her waist loosened and then he wrenched off bottom half of her costume, unsnapping it all the way down her sides and shoving it out of the way.
Rae gasped because she was bare from the waist down and she hadn’t even known there were snaps but then his lips closed on hers again, rougher this time. He leaned down and bit and sucked her neck while his hands dipped into her top, spilling out her breasts.
Rae let her head fall back as Wulf sucked her nipples until they tightened into hard buds. Each suck pulsed through her body, from her tits to her spine down to her aching pussy. She wanted him and wiggled closer to him, but Wulf gathered her breasts together and sucked harder, driving her wild.
She couldn’t get enough of him. Every time he touched her, she craved more.
The desert sun shone outside the window and glinted on his blond hair. She sneaked one hand up into his hair, gripping the fine strands between her fingers. He took this as a signal that she wanted more, and he pulled her body toward him. His cock made a long, hard lump in his pants against the inside of her thigh, so close to her sensitive bump that she tried to rub against him, but he slid his hand between her breasts, down the leather still around her ribs and her tummy, over her mons, and into her wet pussy.
His fingers slid in her cream and were slick against her, and then he found her clit and circled it, rubbing so slowly, while he sucked on her tits. Pleasure shocked from his mouth and his hand through her and met in her belly.
Her hands slid apart on the desk and she lay back, panting. She glanced out the bright window over the garden, where thick bushes hemmed in oddly shaped benches. He hadn’t even shut the window blinds. If someone walked by, they would see her, splayed out on Wulf’s glass desk, clearly about to fucked.
She heard a desk drawer open and shut through the waves of pleasure running through her head, and a foil packet ripped open.
Then he was moving up her body again, and his bare chest slid against her stomach. He slithered up her body until his cock just touched her pussy, the head barely parting those soft, sensitive folds, and he held it there. He rose up a little, bracing his other arm on the desk, and looked down at her.
Her whole body hummed, wanting him inside her. She tried to scoot down the desk to take his dick into her, but his arm under her hips didn’t allow her to move. She grabbed his silver tie, still knotted around his neck, and yanked, trying to pull him inside her and down to kiss her again.
Wulf’s blue eyes were fiery, like he was angry, but the corners of his mouth curved upward as he panted. “Say you’ll work for me. Here. At The Devilhouse.”
“Yes.” She would have said anything to get his cock inside her. Her body hungered for him.
He slid a little more into her, stretching her body around him. She was so wet, sopping wet, that he slid like silk into her. Just when she thought he was going to fill her completely, he stopped again.
Rae was wild for him, wanting him to take her. She gasped air and tried to grab the edge of the desk to pull herself down and onto his dick, but he was a lot stronger than she was, and he held her, half-on, just to where she wanted to scream.
“And you won’t try to find out anything more about me,” he said. His breath puffed like he was running for his life.
“What? Wulf, please!” She struggled, but he held her still.
“Promise me,” he said. “Nothing more. Don’t search online. Don’t look up anything. Not about me.”
“I promise!”
With that, he pulled back and lifted her leg, flipping her over. Her cheek pressed against the cold desk, and the beige carpet wavered though the thick glass.
Behind her, he slid the head of his cock through her slit, found her entrance, and thrust deep into her with a growl and she cried out again, feeling his hard dick push up inside her like he was forcing even the air out of her.
She held onto the thick edge of the glass above her head, trying to steady herself because every time he pounded into her, she rocked away from him. Wulf yanked her back down onto his dick with his hands on around her hips, practically lifting her whole body and driving her down and onto his hard cock.
He stroked in and out of her pussy, pushing her hips against the sharp edge of the desk. Each time he slid into her, Rae thought she would come, but the pleasure wound tighter every time.
Wulf’s hands slid from her hips and up her back, and he held her by her shoulders, pulling her back and ramming himself into her. She felt like a tiny girl being fucked by a giant, so helpless, and she lay on his desk, letting him take her. His pelvis smacked her ass again and again.
Just when she thought he was going to go forever, he pulled out of her and she almost stumbled backward and he spun her around again, lifted her by her ass up to sit on the desk, and dragged her down on his dick.
She tried to wrap her arms around his shoulders—he was still wearing his shirt, though it was unbuttoned down his front, exposing hard muscle and ridges of abs—but he pushed her backward onto the desk and drew her legs up, hooking her boots over his shoulders, and he pounded deep
into her.
The ceiling lights above Rae glowed bright, and she shut her eyes against the glare from them and the sunlit window. With her eyes closed, she could feel and hear nothing but Wulf ramming into her and scrubbing her clit hard with every thrust.
That first night at the party, when she had screwed him against the wall, he had held back.
Yesterday, when he had tied her up, he had taken her from behind, but that time, too, he had controlled himself.
This time, he hammered into Rae, slamming his pelvis into hers and driving so deep that it almost hurt. He had abandoned all his reserve and forced his full length up into her, each long stroke rubbing her inside and then smacking her clit with a burst of tightening desire. She wanted to scream for him to stop because his lust scared her, but he felt so amazing that she gasped, “Yes!”
Wulf grunted with every thrust, his breathing harsh and rapid. Rae spread her arms on the desk, trying to hold on as Wulf leaned on the desk for better leverage. He stood up at the top of each stroke, lifting her and rubbing her clit and the inside of her pussy, and she cried out, not caring who heard her.
The friction built, heating her.
Tension spiraled. Her brain sparked.
He pulled her hips back and rammed into her over and over, each pounding thrust like a climax but then he kept going, harder, and Rae was helpless to even push back against him because he had her legs up so that he could stroke deeper into her. Rae arched her back and ground down on him, and she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, wanting him more and more, and the crushing tension blinded her.
Wulf grabbed her hips and pushed her down on him one last time, bowing backward as he gasped. Rae felt his cock throb deep inside her and her pussy burst into hot waves.
She shrieked and arched off the desk as wave after wave tossed her. She held onto the edge while he pumped her, extending the pulses that ran though her flesh. Each surge raced through her, swirling in her head, until they slowly subsided.
She was still gasping when Wulf collapsed on her stomach.
She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as aftershocks fluttered. His dick, still in her, pulsed in fast time with his heartbeat, and his scent, sharp citrus and wind-blown meadows and warm man, flowed over her, and she breathed him into her nose and into her lungs, filling her body with him that way, too.
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