My nipples still hurt, and yet they craved attention, and my poor clit was swollen and hot, throbbing. Burning. But I was home, in my bed, where I belonged. I dared to reach out, touch his cheek, and tell him, “Thank you, Master.”
He smiled, as if indulging me. “Why are you thanking me, my little Queen?”
“For making me yours. For seeing who I can be, and for caring enough to help me get there.”
I felt him in my head, probing, and I realized he was making sure I wasn’t fantasizing about him loving me. When he saw the truth of it, that I was truly grateful he’d seen me for who I could be, and not just the mildly attractive whore he’d paid for, his whole face relaxed and he gave me the rare gift of a genuine smile as he said, “You’re welcome, cunt. Go to sleep. You have a lot of studying to do when you awaken.”
The End
If you enjoyed Indentured Freedom, you may also like the other books set in the same universe, though in different series.
Chattanooga Supernaturals series, paranormal romance:
The Dragon King (Aaron Drake’s story, and the first time we meet Duke and Brain)
Riding the Storm
Acceptable Risk
Only Human series, urban fantasy
Only Human
Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Series
Duke
Brain
Bash Volume I
Bash Volume II
Bash Volume III (November 20)
Erotica Shorts from the world of The Chattanooga Supernaturals
Pride
Indentured Freedom
The Safeword series, intense BDSM contemporary romance
Safeword Rainbow
Safeword: Davenport
Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon
Safeword: Quinacridone
Safeword: Matte
Safeword: Matte – In Training
No Safeword: Matte – The Honeymoon
No Safeword: Matte – Happily Ever After
Safeword: Arabesque
Check out other books by Candace Blevins at candaceblevins.com.
Keep reading for an excerpt from Pride
Pride
an erotica short from the world of
The Chattanooga Supernaturals
by Candace Blevins
Chapter One
I’d fucked up, and I knew it.
In Lion society, the males rule. Period. It isn’t open for discussion. A woman can never lead a pride. It isn’t like this for all animal groups, but it is for us and I’d long ago had to come to terms with it.
And then, of course, find a way to break the rules.
One by one, a group of women werelions had followed me to the fucking middle of nowhere, determined to be autonomous without a man over us. In the wild, if the male lion screws up too bad, the women can work together to get rid of him.
So, we lived in Trezevant, Tennessee, population eight hundred and fifty nine, if you count the nine werelions as people. There’s zero nightlife, but plenty of woods we can run through.
So, how had I fucked up?
We may not have a normal pride, with a lion we have to submit to and eat after on a daily basis, but we still have an Amakhosi, which is a fancy word for the Lion King. Of the planet. And he lives on the other side of the fucking state.
Except now, he was in my office.
In my defense, I had no idea who he was when he walked in. He’d been shielding his power, and I’d not only refused to show respect, I’d been openly hostile.
Now, I was cowering on the floor in front of him, my arms and legs under me, curled in a ball. Remember tornado drills in school? A lot like that.
“I’m sorry, My King. I had no idea it was you!”
Now, he was throwing so much power around the room, I could barely breathe. My ribcage felt like a drum at the bottom of the ocean, caving in from the pressure, and I fought to pull air into my chest.
When he finally pulled his power back, I sucked air into my lungs, lightheaded. I stayed on the floor, curled in a ball.
“You challenged me.” He didn’t sound cruel or angry. Just a statement of fact.
“I didn’t know it was you! I’d have never challenged you, if I’d known, Your Majesty.”
“Do you recognize the name Tim Baker?”
Fuck.
The bitch of talking to other supernaturals is not being able to lie. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Do you know where he is?”
I nodded, realized he might see that as impertinent, and answered, “I do, Your Highness.”
I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t know for sure how to address him. I was flailing in the wind.
He sighed, sat in a chair, and said, “Permission to kneel, so we can converse. Tell me the story.”
I lifted my torso, balanced on my knees, and looked at his feet. “He wouldn’t leave.”
Another sigh. “Did you kill him in human form, or lion?”
“Lion, Your Majesty.”
“Where’s the body?”
“Under a building. Buried just before the footings were poured.”
There isn’t a lot of industry in the middle of nowhere. I own a construction company. Mostly, I make a living doing kitchen and bathroom renovations, or other home additions, but I’m occasionally hired to build a house or office building from scratch.
“Patrick Johansson?” The Amakhosi’s voice terrified me, even though he spoke soft.
I looked up, met his gaze, and realized just how fucked we were.
“He’s the reason you’re really here? Your Highness? God, what do I call you!”
He smirked. “God might be pushing it a little, but otherwise, you’re doing okay. Your group drugged him, put him in a cage, drove him to the Memphis Zoo parking lot, and then trapped him in animal form so the zoo workers found a lion in their parking lot when they arrived for work.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t know about it until after the fact, Your Highness, but I’m in charge so I take responsibility.”
“What did you do to them for going behind your back?”
“I don’t suppose you’ll take my word for it that I disciplined them?”
He didn’t say yes or no, didn’t tilt his head, didn’t move a muscle. Total deadpan face, waiting for me to answer.
“I have a strap-on I use, when we’re in human form. I reasserted my dominance with it, as well as a whip, and I made sure we changed in smaller groups for a while. I took on three of them in lion form the first time. They helped me bring the others in line a few nights later. I still haven’t allowed the ringleader, Becca, to change. I’ve been regularly fucking and whipping her, and she can’t heal, can’t change, can’t run, can’t hunt. She’s miserable.” And still wasn’t sorry for her actions, but I didn’t tell him that part.
“It’s been nearly two months. He didn’t dare shift to human and walk out, as he didn’t know where video cameras were. He had to wait until a lion shifter came, so he could push energy towards her and then hope she told the local pride leader, which she did. I was then informed of the situation, and I had to get some vampires involved so all of the zoo workers didn’t miss the lion that’d shown up out of the blue, and will destroy evidence of him if we missed something, and we had to hire a computer hacker to remove all records of him. For starters, you owe me around ten thousand dollars, and a few favors to some powerful vampires. Not to mention what you may owe Patrick for having to live in lion form for months. He’s having a hard time holding his human form, now.”
My shoulders slumped and I looked at the floor again. His voice was soft, deadly soft, as he asked, “You realize, if he’d been outed as a werelion because of your stunt, your whole pride would’ve likely been slaughtered by the Concilio.”
I nodded. “That’s why Becca, the ringleader, still hasn’t been allowed to change, and I’ve been fucking her raw for weeks. She sees me and drops to her knees now, Your Majesty.” But she still had a wall up, keeping me from the center of her.
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Unfortunately, the Amakhosi wasn’t likely to let me hide any part of myself from him. He’d have me dropping to my knees when I saw him, too, when he was done with me. We both knew it.
“How many men have you killed, how many wouldn’t leave?”
“Four, Your Majesty.”
“Lions don’t understand murder. Humans do. Tell me, did you murder them, or do you feel it was self-defense?”
“In a human court of law, it’d be self-defense. Some of us, probably all of us, eventually, would’ve been raped — by human standards — had we not killed them.” I took a breath and admitted, “By lion standards? We’re supposed to defer to males. Lions don’t understand rape or murder. It’s survival of the fittest. So we were partly in the wrong, for not following the rules, but then again, we proved to be more fit, and we survived.”
“You know you aren’t supposed to be able to control the women the way you are, right?”
I nodded. “I’m bisexual, and we have a few lesbians. We’ve worked to try to replicate the energy of a male led pack, with my playing the part of the lead male. We have male lions come in all the time, though, Your Majesty, challenging me. I react as a male, and since I have control of our little pride’s combined energy, I’m strong enough to run most off. Some, we all have to get together and run off, as a unit. We’ve probably run off at least fifty in the past two years, but four just wouldn’t leave. Five, counting Patrick.”
I looked up again, met his gaze a split second, and looked back down. “I think the strap-on is the secret. Just as the males want to control us with food and sex, it works for me, also.”
He leaned forward, propped his elbows on his knees. “Eye contact.”
I looked up, met his gaze, and wished I could crawl back down to the floor and curl into a ball again. His power pressed on me, forced me to his will.
“You and I are going to come to our own agreement, make sure you know you’re controlled by me, in every way. Depending on how that goes, I’ll either set you up so you aren’t bothered by men constantly coming in and challenging you, or I’ll disband you and send you all to different prides.”
“My life’s here, Your Majesty.” He could send me wherever he wanted. He owned me — I’d just been fortunate to have never come to his attention, before.
“Then I suggest you submit like a good little lioness and convince me you’ll do as you’re told, even when I’m not around to supervise.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Candace Blevins is a southern girl who loves to travel the world. She lives with her husband of 17 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.
Candace writes BDSM Romance, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, and is currently writing a Motorcycle Club series.
Her Safeword Series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each book in the Safeword series highlights a couple with a different BDSM issue to resolve.
Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, as well as a variety of other mythological beings exist.
Candace's two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.
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