The music built to a crescendo and the male crawled into the center of the light. He reared his head back in perfect lip-synch with the recorded bay of the wolf in the song. He finished the movement by turning to face one of the females. He circled her, separating her from the pack. He guided her to the middle of the light and moved behind her.
It was the rite of spring Stephanie had choreographed when she was a Domme-in-training. Despite it being her show, she was bored with the whole thing and hated herself for it. The show had always been a favorite and never failed to fire up attendees. The previous year, it was so successful that an impromptu orgy took over the festivities.
The remembrance made her smile. She closed her eyes, and pictured Nicolas as the man in the wolf costume. But what jarred her most was the vision of herself in the submissive role of the bitch in heat. A drawn out howl from the male posing as the Wolf King pulled Stephanie from her reverie. Before her, the male mounted the female. From her angle, she had the best view of the copulation. She stared at the massive member sliding into the glistening pussy. She fought the urge to groan as she again put herself in the place of the female wolf, with Nicolas pounding into her. Deep in the pit of her stomach, Stephanie felt the hum of her growing desire.
Looking up, she made eye contact with Eva and gave the American Sign language sign for the letters, ‘M’ for male and ‘T’ for tongue, then scanned the room. She spotted a couple near the back. The submissive male bore a striking resemblance to Nicolas and she squirmed just a bit at the thought.
Stephanie recognized the woman and her pet as new pledges. She couldn't recall the woman's name, but the male's dungeon name flashed into her mind—Cur. She remembered from the application that they'd dabbled in the D/s lifestyle for years, but recently decided to take their bedroom play to a new level.
Glancing up from the couple, she found Eva and held up four fingers on her right hand, to signal the fourth couple from her throne on the right. Eva smiled and moved around behind the audience. When she reached the couple, she leaned forward and whispered in the Domme's ear. The woman's eyes widened and she looked up at Stephanie.
Stephanie smiled and nodded. The signal was received and the woman beamed. It was considered a high honor to be invited up to the dais. It was even more special for a couple to be invited before earning their full membership.
The woman stood and snapped Cur's leash. The man rose from his kneeling position, but kept his shoulders and head lower than his Mistress'. He also kept his gaze on the floor. They moved along the wall, behind the other couples. As they neared the dais, Cur fell into perfect heel position. He stayed to the woman's left and a half-step behind her. For a new couple to the club, they were more practiced than many of the original, long-time members. Stephanie knew they were an ideal compliment to the club.
As the woman stopped in front of the dais, she snapped the leash and Cur dropped to his knees beside her. She looked down at Stephanie's feet and softly said, “Lady Margaret and Cur at your service, Lady Stephanie.” Gaze fixed on the boots, she gave Cur a single word command, “Honor."
He crawled to the side of Stephanie's throne. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her open palm.
Stephanie fought to hide a shudder. It had been years since someone had honored her properly. Maintaining her composure, she moved her hand from under the submissive man's face and stroked the back of his head. She looked at Cur's Mistress and patted the shorter, smaller throne to her left. “Sit. I'd love your company."
The beaming smile on the raven-haired woman's face returned. She stepped up to the dais and took her seat beside the Grand Mistress. Stephanie knew it was more than a simple offer to have a seat; it was a signal to all that the couple had been officially accepted into the tight-knit community.
When Lady Margaret she was settled, Stephanie took the woman's hand. She felt a slight trembling in the other woman's fingers. Squeezing her hand, Stephanie leaned in close and whispered softly, “Thanks for accepting my offer.” The woman didn't have much of a choice, but Stephanie said it to calm her nerves. Lady Margaret relaxed into her chair and smiled.
Cur's nuzzling her palm drew Stephanie's attention. She looked down at him, paying particular notice to the muscles in his shoulders. She wondered if Nicolas had a muscular body too.
Lady Margaret's voice was low when she said, “If it pleases you, M'Lady, Cur is yours for as long as you desire.” The comment told her that Lady Margaret had read and understood the hand signals to Eva.
Cur's nuzzling stopped. She turned and faced Margaret. “It pleases me. But just for the evening. He's yours and I won't take him from you.” She didn't finish her thought, which was that she wanted someone else.
Lady Margaret nodded and said to her submissive, “Cur, you belong to Grand Mistress Stephanie for as long as she wants."
Cur relaxed and sighed.
Stephanie fought the urge to smile. She gave the woman's hand a quick squeeze and winked at her. Turning to the couple performing in the circle of light, she was glad she hadn't interrupted the show. She watched for a moment, enjoying the play of light against flesh as the copulation continued in time with the music. Cur's nuzzle against her hand reminded her of the initial reason for summoning him and his Mistress.
Curling her fingers under his chin, she made him look up. His eyes were chocolate brown, whereas Nicolas’ were gray. She was glad for that.
Still gazing down at him, she forced the smile from her lips. She uncrossed her legs, setting her knees apart, but not too wide. Sternly, she said, “Front."
Cur responded immediately. He crawled from beside the chair to kneel on all fours in front of her, his hands on the floor between her feet. He kept his gaze up, but below her eyes, watching her mouth. Opening her knees wider, she watched his gaze drop to her crotch. She trailed a finger down the middle of the front panel of her leather panties, teasing both him and herself. Pausing, she watched his eyes widen, anticipation playing out on his face. His mouth open, his breath hot on her inner thighs.
She continued to move her hand down to the snaps holding the crotch of her leather panties together. With a quick flip of her thumb, she unsnapped them, revealing her shaved, wet pussy. Spreading her lips, she felt her juices trickle down to coat her ass. Cur gaped at her exposed sex. The look of sheer hunger on his face made her desire soar and she involuntarily flexed. He was well-trained. Despite the obvious yearning, he didn't move. He remained frozen in his position. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed repeatedly.
From beside her, Lady Margaret leaned in closer and whispered, “If you want a special treat, give him the command, roll over, right before you come."
Stephanie looked at the woman. She wanted to deny the possibility of a public display like that, but she couldn't form the words. In fact, the very idea was as appealing as any she'd had in a long while. Knowing that Cur was staring at her pussy and had a special command, made it all the more exciting and impossible to ignore.
She nodded, and then turned to gaze down at Cur. He licked his lips, his hunger playing out clearly. Stephanie wanted those lips, tongue, and teeth on her. Taking a quick breath to steady her racing pulse, she said, “Take it.” She followed up that command with another, “Easy."
Cur moved in, his tongue leading. He followed her second command and grazed her outer lips with the tip of his tongue. A guttural groan escaped from deep within her chest. He continued obediently licking the outer fringes of her pussy. She needed more and gave him the command, “Closer."
Moving in, he slid his tongue between her folds, dragging the tip through the full length of her sopping furrow. This time Stephanie was ready. Still, the feel of a tongue, delving into her seething core, had her chewing the inside of her mouth.
She forced herself to look up from Cur, hoping to distract herself from his talented mouth. But when she did, her stare fell on the ritual coupling in the middle of the floor. She tried to push away the fantasy of that large cock slamming into her
own pussy.
She watched the well-trained male ride high on the back of the female. He gripped her waist, holding her steady, while he continued to drive into her. Droplets of her juice sprinkled the floor between her knees and her raspy moans revealed her rapture.
Stephanie knew the male wouldn't come until the script deemed it. He was chosen for the role of the Wolf King for that very reason. The story went that he'd not only mate with the Wolf Queen on the night of the Spring Equinox, but that he'd ride her into submission.
The stroking of Cur's tongue brought visions of all the things she wanted to do to, and with, Nicolas flashing through her mind. She closed her eyes in an attempt to slow the racing thoughts, but all she managed to do was make each mental picture more vivid.
She heard someone panting hoarsely and realized it was her own gasps. Fear of losing her hard fought control flashed into her mind. But it flew away as Cur shifted his focus to suck her throbbing clit. He dragged his teeth across the sensitive bundle of nerves.
A full body shudder gripped her as an orgasm raced to the surface. Her legs fell slack and Cur took advantage, pressing his mouth tighter to her pussy. She remembered the command, roll over. She muttered it before she could form any second thoughts.
Cur sliding his mouth down and thrust his tongue deep into her. He then did something she would never have imagined possible. His tongue spun over as if it was double jointed. It turned one way, and flipped back in the opposite direction. With each spin, his tongue thrust deep into her gripping pussy, drawing her climax out.
She pressed her heels into his back, raising her hips up from the throne and rolling them back so Cur had even more access. With each spinning thrust of Cur's tongue, she raced to the edge. Stephanie imagined Nicolas eating her. She gripped Cur's hair and pulled his face to her pussy. Using him for her pleasure, she rolled her hips, dragging his nose across her sensitive clit.
It was her undoing. The orgasm flashed through her body and shook her. Her legs locked on Cur's head, holding him in place. Even with her eyes wide, her gaze fixed on the top of his head, she pictured Nicolas. Gripping the armrests, she groaned out a long and loud, “Nicolas.” She soared on waves of ecstasy, feeling every flick and swirl of the man's tongue. She was lost to the sensations of her climax and it took a moment for her to notice the silence that had fallen over the room.
When the climax finally released its grip, she relaxed in her seat. That was when she noticed the hushed silence and looked at the circle of light. The male and female were lying on their sides, curled up after the ritual coupling. But, instead of them pretending to sleep, both were staring wide-eyed at her.
Stephanie scanned the room and saw every Dominant staring at her in similar states of shock. It was in that moment, she remembered calling out Nicolas’ name. Heat flooded her face in embarrassment. She couldn't make herself move or speak. She couldn't make herself look down at Cur or over to Lady Margaret. The mortification was too much to overcome. She'd tried so hard to make everyone see that she'd forgotten about Nicholas, but one simple outburst erased all those efforts.
Fortunately, Eva saw her struggles and drew everyone's attention. “Ladies and Gentlemen, that's tonight's show. We will have a short intermission, and then begin the rest of the evening's events."
The party members milled about, a general buzz filling the room. Stephanie was glad the focus was taken off her, but she knew the bulk of the murmuring conversations were about her outburst. For her to let go like that was not only jarring for them, it was even more so for her.
Eva approached the dais and continued to protect her best friend. She held out her hand in greeting to Lady Margaret. “Welcome to the club. It's a pleasure to have you and your well-trained pet amongst us.” She glanced at Stephanie and winked knowingly.
The wink snapped Stephanie back into some sense of herself. She felt the soft, languid movements of Cur's tongue, lapping at the outer lips of her pussy. Looking down, she managed to say, “Cur, you're released."
He obediently backed away, his face glistening with a coating of her juices. He knelt in front of his Mistress, not daring to wipe his face.
Lady Margaret took her cue and stood. She offered her hand to Stephanie and said, “We're honored.” She glanced down at her man. “I'd best get him cleaned up."
Stephanie watched as they moved through the crowd. Eva settling into the throne beside her pulled her attention away from the couple. Her best friend watched her silently for a moment, then asked, “You okay?"
Looking away, Stephanie said, “Yeah, I'm fine. I just got carried away."
Eva looked at her suspiciously. “I'm not buying it. My B.S. detector is going nuts here."
Stephanie stared at the wet spots on the floor where the show had taken place. Eva's touch on her left knee pulled her gaze up to the woman's face. “He's back isn't he?"
Not trusting her voice, Stephanie only nodded.
* * * *
Stephanie opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She wondered if it had been a dream. Had she really called out Nicolas’ name in front of the entire Black Forest Dungeon Club? She knew the answer, but she didn't want to face it.
It was still early. The digital clock glowed in red: 6:21. She had nowhere to be and nothing to do. She'd planned it that way. Every day after the monthly party was a day to sleep and rest. The parties always ran long and late. She usually needed the sleep. But not this morning.
With a long, drawn-out sigh, Stephanie threw the covers off and sat up. She scooted back to lean back against the headboard. Her attention was drawn to the empty spot on the floor in the far corner. That was where she'd planned for her submissive to sleep. The thought made her chuckle, but it was as empty of mirth as the spot on the floor. Here she was, the Grand Mistress of a D/s club, and she had no slave of her own. She didn't even have prospects. She'd tried telling herself it was because she was picky and wouldn't settle. Yet, deep down, she knew it was a lie. There was one who she'd wanted as her pet—Nicolas.
Thinking of him made her pussy wet, but also reminded her of the night before. She'd called out his name at the party. Looking back to the empty sleeping spot, a thought flashed through her mind. A plan formed, and she smiled in spite of herself.
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Chapter Two
Nicolas replayed the scene over in his mind for the thousandth time. Rolling over, he grabbed his pillow and pulled it over his face. No matter how he'd tried to justify it, he always came to the same conclusion. He'd acted like a scared little boy—not the man he thought he was.
He'd only been in town for a day when he'd spotted the silver sedan. At first, he didn't believe it was her. But when he pulled up behind the car at the stoplight, and spotted her distinctively golden locks, he knew it was Ms. Barrett. In the flash of a moment, he became the clumsy boy who'd had a crush on his teacher.
In the four years at St. Louis University, he'd learned a lot more than what was taught in class. He'd discovered more about women and himself than any book could have taught him. He'd also come to realize that Ms. Barrett was interested in more than just his natural writing abilities—she'd wanted him.
He couldn't get the thought out of his head that not only had he missed his chance all those years ago, but when he'd had a second chance, he'd been too scared to act. Groaning, he tossed the pillow to the floor. How was he going to make it through the summer? It was just the first morning and he'd already screwed up.
Nicolas crawled out of bed and got dressed. He had to do something, anything, to take his mind off her. He decided to go to town and hunt down one of the girls back from college. If he got lucky, maybe he could find someone to help him play out his frustrations.
After taking a shower, he ate a quick breakfast of toast and juice, and was out the door before his mother could come up with something for them to do together. He had no real plan. He was heading to the town square to cruise around. That was the hub of all things for the small
town. He figured cruising the square in his Chevelle would be his best option.
He drove slowly through town. It wasn't about speed; it was about being seen. The car had always been his secret weapon. It was easy to get a date back in high school. Back then, it was all about the car and he knew it.
He smiled at the difference between the girls in his high school and those at college. The older college girls were not impressed with the rumbling, slick black car. The hot rod they were interested in wasn't a car. He no longer needed the car to get lucky. Still, being back in his hometown he fell into what was familiar and had never failed him.
Nearing the square, he cranked the stereo and dropped the Chevelle down into a lower gear. The higher rev and thumping stereo was like a mating call to the girls. He knew the signal wasn't needed. Word had gotten out that he was back in town.
He cruised the square once, seeing only a handful of people milling about. It was too early for his target audience. But the thought of waiting for people to make their way downtown didn't settle well in his mind. He had to do something. Nicolas turned onto a side street and headed to the city park. There was a chance that someone might be there instead.
Entering the north side of the park, he scanned for cars in the parking lot. It was empty. He followed the meandering road through the city park and saw only a couple of older people walking their dogs.
Nicolas cruised through town, making his way back to the square. He'd begun to wonder if he should just give up and go home until later in the day. That was, until he saw the four girls walk out from behind a blue minivan parked on the opposite end of the square. He knew two of the girls. They were easy marks, and they were legal.
Revving up his engine, he popped the clutch and took off for his target. Tires squealed as he slid around the corner and headed down the other side of the square. Smoke billowed out of the rear fenders and he glanced in the rear view mirror, admiring the swirling cloud of tyre smoke.
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