The wolf isn’t a fan of cake, and the threat worked. I breathed easier as she backed down enough I could stay in my two-legged form.
The distant door opened and closed once again, and Patrick’s scent and footsteps neared. I jumped and jerked against my restraints when the back doors opened and I knew he had a full view of my pussy and probably my asshole, but I remained silent.
“You smell as if you had a close call while I took your things inside. Tell me why.”
“I freaked a little at being left outside by myself… like this.”
He sighed, stepped into the truck, and sat beside me so we could see each other. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d built enough trust, but I must’ve misjudged. I’ll never leave you where you might be hurt or discovered. Your restraints are designed to keep you safe in an accident and then release you. If you’re in human form, you’ll be able to get out of the cage. I left sweats and a t-shirt back here in case you needed to get dressed.” His gaze held mine a few seconds, and he looked a little sad. “Our time here will only work if you trust me, but trust has to be earned, not demanded. Have I done anything to show you I can’t be trusted?’
I shook my head. “No, this is just… it’s a lot. Strapping me in naked like this.”
“You were horny.”
I blushed and looked down, and he chuckled. “Okay, let’s get you inside.”
I’m sure he touched me a lot more than necessary while he released the straps and removed the plug — and my clit was throbbing with need by the time he walked me into his home. I’ve been naked outside a good deal at Maggie’s, but it felt different here. Perhaps it was because he was dressed, or because I didn’t know where my clothes were? I had nothing in my possession to put on.
His house was bigger than I imagined a bodyguard’s house would be. Not a mansion, but certainly more stately and impressive than the average home. It was all stacked stone and stained wood, and was a fitting home for an Alpha.
He pointed towards Flopsy’s cage on the floor as we entered. “Do whatever you need so she’s squared away for a few hours — water, food, whatever. I’m going to grill a few steaks out back. Meet me on the deck when you get her taken care of.”
* * *
Patrick
She hadn’t balked yet, and she was horny again, too. All good signs, but I still needed to be careful with her. She was turned on, but she hadn’t had experience in my lifestyle. In retrospect, I should’ve told her I was just taking her things in and I’d be right back. A seasoned submissive wouldn’t have let me put her in the cage unless she trusted me implicitly, and Briana had accidentally reminded me she wasn’t a seasoned submissive.
I wouldn’t make her kneel to be fed while we ate, but my wolf still wanted her to eat from our hand.
She stepped outside about fifteen minutes later, as I was taking the steaks off the grill, and I could both smell and see she was ill at ease.
“Did you get Flopsy settled okay?”
She nodded, crossed her arms, let them drop, crossed them again, and then walked to the railing and put her hands on it with her back to me.
“I hope you’ll try to work within my rules for the two days you’re here. It’s my belief you’ll settle into them comfortably once you get used to them.”
“It’s just weird because we haven’t had sex yet. It’s backwards.”
“I haven’t decided how our first time will go, but I want to be clear that you can back out at any time. If you change your mind, just say the word and I’ll take you back to Maggie’s — no matter how far we’ve gone or what we’re about to do. What’s the word?”
“It’s red, but I thought we’d stop and talk to see what the problem is, if I need to say it?”
“If there’s a specific problem you have then yes, we’ll talk it out, find a solution that works for both of us, and continue. However, if you decide the whole situation isn’t working for you then I’ll take you back. You’re here because you want to be here, not because you’re being forced.”
“But I want clothes. I’m used to being naked so I’m not sure why this bothers me, but you’re dressed and I’m not and it’s weird.”
“And yet not wearing clothes when I am is a turn-on.”
She didn’t argue, and I put the last steak on the plate. “Let’s go in and eat. My wolf wants you at our mercy so we have a few things to do, first.”
I’d debated about leaving the plug in or taking it out, and I was wondering if perhaps I should’ve left it in. We’d have to experiment around with her headspace with it and without it.
* * *
Briana
He brought a short stool into his dining room, had me sit on it, and put soft leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Two minutes later my arms were restrained behind my back and my ankles connected to the stool. My head was at the level of his chest when he sat in his chair, and I looked at the floor, unsure of what to do.
“There are ways you can look me in the eyes. When you’re feeling submissive, you’ll understand when and why it’s okay. Don’t ever look me in the eyes in challenge. Trust your instincts to know when it’s okay and when it isn’t.”
I nodded but kept my head down. I heard him cutting some meat, taking a bite, cutting again, and then, “Look up and open for me, pet.”
“I’m not a pet.” I have no idea why I argued with him. I mean, the whole situation turned me on. It was like Bud putting me in the corner — maybe it shouldn’t have worked me up, but it did.
“Mmmm. I beg to differ.” How is it possible even more blood surged to my clit with this one statement? Yeah, he was making me his pet, and I liked it.
The steak smelled delicious, and he held it so I could see it, but I wasn’t sure I could look at him without challenging him. I lifted my head but kept my eyes lowered as I opened my mouth, and then groaned as my teeth sank into the most wonderful steak ever.
“What did you do to it?” I asked when I swallowed, forgetting to avert my eyes.
“Poured hot bacon grease over it before I came to get you, and let it sit in it — and a few other ingredients — while we were gone.”
He gave himself two bites before he gave me another, and then he held a glass with a straw for me to drink some water.
I’m not sure when I realized it was safe to look him in the eyes, but he’d been right about my being able to show submission with eye contact. It was a human thing and not a wolf thing, but it seemed to work so I didn’t fight it.
He left me on the stool while he cleaned up, and when he finally let me up, he released my ankle cuffs from the legs but left the leather wrapped around my ankles. And my arms were still behind my back as he walked me to some stairs and held my arm as we went down.
The lighting was dramatic down here, dimmed enough even a human could’ve seen well enough to walk, but at odd angles so the shadows seemed off balance.
He stopped in front of an ornate wood door and seemed to make a last minute decision before he said, “I don’t normally allow women to speak unless they’re asked a direct question when in this room, but I’m not going to put any speech restrictions on you today, and possibly tomorrow, if we come back for another session.” He looked at the door and back to me. “If you turn wolf I’ll put you in a cage until you can gain control and come back. There’ll be no time in the woods if you lose control. If you can maintain control, we’ll go for a run later tonight.”
I nodded and he kissed my forehead. “My wolf wants me to assert our dominance and he’s usually right about these things, but your fear in the cage when I took Flopsy in worries me. Promise me you’ll talk to me if something isn’t working for you?”
I nodded as I asked, “What is this room?” With my arms bound behind my back, my breasts felt as if they stuck out farther than ever, never mind my bra had been loose when I’d finally put it on the other day. I felt so damned vulnerable. Part of me thought I could probably get my hands loose with my wolf strength, while my logical mind
told me he’d likely had them made to be stronger than a wolf.
Bud and Bobcat have made me hornier than anyone else, and yet Patrick had me just as wanting and needy, and — other than the plug earlier — he’d yet to lay a hand on me sexually.
“It’s my dungeon. Some people in the lifestyle call them playrooms, but the word doesn’t work for me. Turn around, please.”
I did and he said, “Good girl.”
I assume he used the keypad while I was turned around, because within a few seconds he turned me back around and walked me into a room housing what can only be called torture furniture.
My muscles refused to keep moving me forward and he stood behind me as if to keep me from bolting. My heart fluttered as his lips brushed my shoulder. “You may not like everything I do to you in this room, but if I do it right then you’ll want to come back.” His hands caressed my arms, and my breathing hitched as they moved to my breasts. I yelped as he tweaked both nipples, and then my hips moved on their own as my body tried to find relief from all the blood now pulsing through my clit. Fuck.
“There we go. Let’s get you situated so I can play properly.”
Apparently, getting me situated entailed more bondage.
“One of the people I bodyguard for has one of the most elaborate dungeons I’ve ever seen. He hooked me up with the man who makes some of his equipment, and this little beauty is new. You’ll get the maiden voyage.”
A padded leather piece would support my body, and it narrowed at my chest so my breasts hung free — what was left of them, anyway. Four platforms supported my elbows and knees, and even more blood surged to my clit as he strapped my forearms, wrists, calves, and ankles to the platforms. More straps went around my torso to keep me on the main piece, and then my wolf and I both jerked when a motor hummed under us and the platforms moved our arms and legs around, and tilted our body down.
My knees went wider, and wider. Moments later I knew he could see everything I had from behind, and I groaned as I realized just how helpless and vulnerable this position had me.
My wolf wasn’t happy, but I somehow managed to convince her we were going to get orgasms out of this and she needed to stay the fuck down.
“I’m once again impressed, Briana. Seasoned wolves sometimes have to fight to stay in human form under similar circumstances.” I jerked in my restraints as he ran a finger down either side of my pussy. “So responsive. I can smell your arousal — can see how your body’s reacting.”
* * *
Patrick
It was at this moment I realized my wolf had been right — this woman had been used by three or more bikers at the same time. She might not be a seasoned submissive in my world, but she’d had plenty of phenomenal sexual experiences and I needed to top them.
If I wanted her to stay — if I had any hopes at all of making her mine — I had to prove to her I could give her everything she wanted. Me, alone. Could one person give her what an entire motorcycle club of wolves had been able to provide? I hoped to hell I could.
Was it crazy to want to make a nineteen year old mine? Probably, but my wolf had decided and I wasn’t inclined to argue. We both liked her.
Such strength, such honesty, and her cooking was out of this world. Yeah, the food thing was a bonus, but a nice one.
I slid my fingers down her pussy again, and then used both hands to pull her lips apart and get a good look at everything. Her arousal spiked once again, and I stepped to the wall for a butt plug and the electric toothbrush with the clit attachment in place of the toothbrush head.
I’m told the electric toothbrush on the clit is too much for almost everyone. It’s used more for torture than pleasure, and yet women orgasm from it. She shook, shuddered, whined, and moaned as I touched the tip of her clit-hood with it, and I resisted palming my cock as I ran the vibrating tool on either side of her clit several minutes.
Finally, I pulled the clit hood back and gave her direct stimulation. My cock swelled as she begged for relief, pleaded for me to move it away, but didn’t say the magic word.
I’d already lubed the plug well, and I reached for it with my other hand as her orgasm started, and pressed it into her ass a few seconds later. She screamed and shuddered through her orgasm as I spread her rectal muscles farther than she’d been prepared for, and she jerked out of control as it slammed home and I pressed three fingers into her pussy, filling her completely when she’d been totally empty mere seconds ago.
My granite-hard cock twitched and swelled in my dress pants as the walls of her pussy spasmed around my hand. I couldn’t wait to be buried in her during an orgasm.
I still hadn’t figured out how our first time would go, but I was certain it wouldn’t be doggie style. I wanted to look into her eyes as I entered her the first time.
I gave her three orgasms over the next forty minutes, each more intense than the last, and she begged me for relief each time — not knowing if she wanted me to stop, or to keep going.
I worked her close to a fourth orgasm before I stepped to her front and worked the platform controls until her mouth was the right height for fucking.
“Let’s see if you can convince me to leave your poor, abused clit alone a few minutes,” I told her as I stood before her and stripped. There’s power in being the only one dressed in the room, but there’s also power in being nude when your cock is granite hard and standing proud.
Some women do what they have to in the blowjob department, others have a lot of enthusiasm but their technique is lacking.
Briana has enthusiasm and technique, and my eyes rolled back in my head as she used the perfect amount of suction while she did amazing things with her tongue. I’m pretty sure I forgot how to be dominant for at least five minutes — maybe ten. Eventually, I remembered I was the one in charge, and I put my hands to the back of her head and pressed into her throat. She relaxed, swallowed, relaxed, swallowed, and then finally gagged. I pulled out and took a step back as I told her, “We’ll work on that another day.”
I keep clover clamps hanging on the side of a nearby bondage chair, so I only had to take a few steps to retrieve them. I showed them to her as I approached, and grinned as I realized she had no idea what they were.
“Nipple torture, Hot Lips.”
“Hot Lips?”
I grinned. “Yeah. Can’t wait to see what you can do when you have the use of your hands. Some girls are better if you only let them use their mouth, but I have a feeling you’re as good with your hands as you are your mouth and tongue.” I squatted in front of her and smoothed her nipples — one then the other. “You ever had your nipples tortured?”
She shook her head the least little bit and I asked, “Is that your way of telling me only with fingers, never with clamps and whips?”
“Whips?” Her voice was so high it almost came out as a squeak, and I kissed her forehead before focusing on those beautiful pink nipples I was about to make a deep shade of red.
“Whips come later, Babykins.”
“Babykins?”
I didn’t answer her this time. I was looking for a nickname, and while Babykins fit right now since she was new to the lifestyle, I wasn’t sure it would work long term.
I touched the cold metal to her nipple and watched it draw up. I lifted the clamp in front of her face and slowly pressed it open. “These are intense, and they’ll hurt, but they won’t injure you. I can smell your pain — I hope you’ll trust me to know when it turns into too much, but you know the magic word if you need it to stop.”
* * *
Briana
The MC has been plenty rough with my nipples, but it’s always been an extra. Like garlic salt on your spaghetti to spice it up a little.
But Patrick spent time on only my nipples for an ungodly length of time. The first time the clamps went on, I squealed and protested and told him it was too much. He kissed me as he pulled on them and made them tighter, and the scent of his arousal grew stronger along with the scent of my pain and arousa
l.
He looked into my eyes as he took them off and then squeezed my sore nips with his fingers. I think he put them on at a different angle every time they went back on — and he must’ve taken them off and put them back on at least two dozen times.
When it got to be too much the plug in my ass started vibrating. He’d done so much to my nipples by that point, I’d totally forgotten about the plug.
I breathed in relief as he finally released me from the motorized platforms, but it was only because I didn’t know what came next.
Five minutes later, my wrist cuffs were connected to a bar hanging from the ceiling, and another metal bar was fastened between my ankle cuffs so I couldn’t pull my legs together. Most of the floor in this room was ceramic tile, but bare, slick concrete was beneath me, sloping toward a plate-sized metal grate a few feet to my right. I remembered his questions about being peed on, and remembered the floor drain in the room the MC had taken me to when they’d all pissed on me.
I expected my libido to falter from the memory, but my wolf very much liked the idea of Patrick claiming us in such an animal fashion. I ignored her for the moment because it was too much to think about.
Patrick stepped to a wall and selected one of the whips hanging from individual hooks. Were they called whips when there were lots of leather pieces?
He ran the pieces through his hand as he walked back to me. “This is one of my nicer, kinder floggers. There aren’t any knots, no metal pieces to cut you, and no braids for extra weight.” He stepped to me, touched my cheek with the tips of his fingers, and then moved his hand to the back of my head before crashing his lips into mine. I opened for him, let him in, and luxuriated in being taken by this man. God, I wanted him so badly, but he’d been clear he was in charge and I’d do as he wanted.
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