by Logan Fox
Never.
The book was surprisingly heavy, the pen cool and slippery despite the engravings on its shaft.
“Thank you, Master.” She paused, the weight of the book seeming too significant for such a brief show of gratitude. “Can this pet thank you?”
“But she already has,” the wolf said, a laugh in his voice.
“She would like to thank you properly, Master.”
There was a pause, long enough for it to seem surprise on the wolf’s part. And then a hand slid into her hair, twisting it, forcing her eyes up to her Master’s. He moved his jaw, as if he was sliding his tongue along the roof of his mouth, and his eyes touched her mouth.
“An excellent suggestion, my pet.”
The wolf took the journal and pen from her hands, setting them on the smooth leather surface of the altar and sliding them out of reach.
Pearl came to her knees, now eye-level with her wolf. His eyes flashed between hers, his mouth curving into a small, secretive smile. She pressed her palms together, a warm blush spreading on her cheeks. It had to look so ridiculous: her on her knees, begging him. But her sex had begun throbbing in time with her heart. Tendrils of bliss burrowed into her flesh as the wolf gave a small nod, granting her permission to touch him.
She laid her palms on his shoulders and ran her hands down the front of his chest. The firm squares of his pectoral muscles humped under her palms, sending a thrill up her arms. His stomach muscles tightened under her touch, that tiny reaction making her exhale softly.
He owned her, but she still had influence over him. It was small — a penlight battery compared with a car battery — but that spark of power could make a light flicker.
And a flicker was all she needed.
His belt buckle was cold and slick, the metal heavy. She undid the buckle, parting the thick leather to reach the button of his pants.
The wolf caught hold of her hand, halting her.
Pearl glanced up, frowning.
“You’re not wearing your tail.”
Pearl opened her mouth to blurt out an apology, that she’d been too busy and there’d been no time, no one to explain to her how the hell she was supposed to shove a fox tail up her ass—
“I’m sorry, Master.” And she was. The disappointment in her wolf’s voice was thick and cloying. How could she have forgotten about that? She’d promised him, the last time he’d visited her.
She’d broken that promise.
“You should be, princess. It hadn’t been a suggestion. It was an order.”
Pearl nodded. Her chest grew tight, and pressure behind her eyes hinted at tears on the way. The wolf squeezed her hand, his fingers strong and warm.
“I’ll have to punish you.”
A thrill brought goose bumps out over Pearl’s arms. She kept her eyes downcast, fixed on his loosened belt, on that single shiny black button.
“I don’t enjoy punishing my pets,” the wolf murmured, “but discipline is paramount. Do you understand?”
“This pet understands, Master.” Her voice was unsteady, warbling on his title.
He released her hand. Pearl blinked fiercely, willing away a blurring layer of tears that had arrived. Then she unhooked his button, drew down his zip, and freed his cock from the stifling constraint of his pants.
Her wolf had been hard for her, but his erection was fading.
Because he was so disappointed in her? Pearl forced a swallow, glancing up at her wolf. His brown eyes were fixed on her, his mouth a straight, expectant line.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, keeping her eyes on his as she caressed his skin. It was soft, velvety, and warm. So warm. With each stroke, blood pulsed into his cock, hardening it.
“You will wear your tail the next time I visit.” It was a murmur, her wolf’s lips barely moving.
“Yes, Master.”
Another throb. His cock grew heavy in her hands. She ran the pad of her thumb over his tip, instantly rewarded with another throb and a bead of lubrication. She worked the slick gel into his skin, massaging him with her fingertips.
Their gaze strengthened, the connection from retina to retina solidifying until Pearl couldn’t have looked away if she’d wanted to. She licked suddenly dry lips, and even that didn’t draw the wolf’s gaze away.
“You will start keeping a journal, princess.”
A journal? Like… a diary? She’d never kept a diary in her entire life. How would she even know what to write in it? What she ate? Who she was crushing on? How many kids she was going to have?
“Do you understand, my pet?”
She didn’t. And, for the life of her, she couldn’t tell him such a straight-up lie.
So Pearl ducked her head down, breaking eye contact with her wolf as she slid her lips over the tip of his cock.
He made a soft, pleased sound in the back of his throat.
Pearl ran her tongue over the silky smooth cap of his dick, shuddering at the saltiness of his lubrication. Her mouth watered in response to his taste, and she let her saliva trickle down his shaft, using her fingers to coat his shaft with it.
“How deep can you go, pet?” came the murmur from above.
Quite fucking deep. But not yet. She had to work her way up to shoving this enormous, slick dick down her throat. That, or he’d be cleaning puke off his nice, shiny shoes.
And she didn’t want her Master having to clean sick off his shoes.
Pearl moaned, feeling the vibration through her fingers as she slid her hand up against her mouth. She still had only the tip of his cock in her mouth: her lips teased that indentation where the crown met his pulsating shaft.
She wriggled her tongue against him, earning another soft sound from her wolf.
Why wasn’t he moaning yet? She’d given enough head before to know she was good at it. Really good.
He should be moaning.
Grabbing her hair.
Trying to urge more of his dick into her mouth.
But he could be checking his phone messages for the amount of response she was receiving.
Pearl closed her eyes. She sank lower, tugging his dick down with her so she kept the same amount of hard flesh inside her mouth as before.
But now her ass was in the air. So, if the wolf happened to look up—
A hand glided down her spine. Pearl shivered at the wolf’s touch. He gripped her ass cheek, squeezing her.
Pearl almost yelped. Jarred had barely bruised her, but her ass was sensitive as all hell, as if the memory of that man’s spanking was still deeply ingrained in her flesh.
Perhaps her wolf had felt a quiver from her. He exhaled slowly, his fingers delicately stroking her skin.
“Has someone been playing too rough with my pet?” he asked.
Pearl moaned deeply. These vibrations were more forceful, and she finally received a soft groan from her wolf in response.
She slid her hand down his shaft and cupped his balls, one hand still stroking him, spreading more saliva over that steel rod of flesh. Teasing his scrotum with her fingernails, Pearl began flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock in time with every upward stroke of her hand.
Her wolf quivered. It was a tiny, repressed movement, but she felt it all too well in her mouth and hand.
He squeezed her ass hard, bringing another loud, muffled moan from her.
His hand slid around the curve of her ass and down the back of her thigh. Pearl shivered, taking another inch of his cock into her mouth with a quick, greedy grab of her lips.
Her wolf bucked forward, his fingernails digging into the back of her thigh.
Finally. Pearl almost sighed with relief. She began massaging her wolf’s shaft and balls — hard then soft then hard again — while her tongue traced the circumference of his dick.
He released the grip on her thigh and slid his hand up, resting his fingertips against the warm lips of her sex.
Pearl sighed, let out a soft moan, and swallowed another inch of his cock.
The wolf’s fingers tickled her damp folds. She could hear him breathing now, each breath hard enough to send a volley of warm air over her shoulders. He lay his free hand over the top of her head, but didn’t press her down or urge her deeper.
Instead, he began stroking her head.
Every pass of his hand soaked her in a new wave of bliss.
And, with every stroke, she devoured another mouthful of his cock.
Her tongue could barely move now, but she kept wriggling it against the underside of his shaft, tasting every inch of the flesh inside her dripping mouth.
She wrapped her hands around the few inches of his cock that remained outside of her mouth, and began pumping him in time with the hand stroking her head. The wolf slid a finger inside her, penetrating her up to his first knuckle. He began exploring her with that fingertip, brushing the walls of her sex as if searching… searching. Pearl groaned, shuddering violently at his intrusion. God, but it felt so fucking intoxicating. Her sex was slick, tingling like a live wire as he probed her.
She drew his dick out of her mouth, but let her tongue linger on his tip. The wolf exhaled softly, gripped her hair in a fist, and forced her mouth over his cock again.
Pearl gagged. Her hands tightened reflexively over the wolf’s shaft as she tried to prevent more of his cock going into her mouth than she could handle.
He drew her head back, holding her more than an inch away from his tip.
“Is your mouth really that small, pet? Did you wish I had a smaller cock, so you could swallow it all without puking?”
His voice had changed. A tremble raced through Pearl as she looked up into those brown, demanding eyes.
“No, Master.” Her voice was thick, and she swallowed down a mouthful of saliva. “Please. Let me try again.”
He shoved two fingers inside her. That thrust was so unexpected that Pearl squeezed her eyes shut, crying out as ecstasy stabbed through her.
The wolf tugged his fingers out of her, moved his hand to her belly, and began sliding his fingers down.
Fist in her hair, her wolf urged her down again. Her lips closed over the tip of his cock.
She wouldn’t let him make her gag again.
Pearl compressed her lips. The wolf made a soft, angry sound in the back of his throat.
“Open up, my little slut.”
It felt as if he’d slapped her. Pearl’s muscles tightened of their own, a thrill coursing through her thighs and stomach.
But she kept her lips sealed.
The wolf tore his hand away from her stomach and gripped her chin. She could smell herself on his fingertips and, when he forced his thumb between her lips and prised open her teeth, she could taste herself too.
She was as salty as he was.
Pearl moaned, squeezing the wolf’s cock as his thumb and forefinger sank into her jaw, separating her teeth.
“You will not disobey me, princess. Do you understand?”
She couldn’t speak; not with him keeping her jaws forced open like that.
So, instead, she stuck her tongue out at him. His lips twitched. His eyes narrowed. And that hand in her hair shoved her head down, his fingers keeping her mouth open as he thrust his cock into her mouth.
Pearl cried out, but the sound was nothing more than a muffled vibration. The wolf groaned loudly, drew her head back, and jerked her down again.
Her lips were singing with friction now, fuzzy tingles spreading through her mouth and over her tongue as his shaft chafed into her.
He took away the fingers keeping her jaw open, and used it to squeeze hard at her breast.
Pearl moaned, pressing into his touch. She forced her tongue to move under the insistent in-out of his cock, massaging his shaft each time he pounded into her.
The wolf sank two fingers inside her again, spearing them deep before tugging them out. Pearl moaned, squeezing the base of his shaft to voice her pleasure at that single thrust. He swiped his damp fingers over the folds of her sex, driving frenetic charges of electricity into her muscles. She began to pant, clamping her jaws closed so her mouth was as tight a hole as she could make it.
He groaned, bucked his hips forward, and ran his fingers over her taint and backdoor in a quick, hard swipe.
Pearl shuddered, inhaling hard through her nose. Her hands began pumping his dick again, urging more of his cock into her mouth. It was hitting the far back of her mouth now, that spongy area behind her palate. Anymore and she would gag again.
His middle finger traced a cool, slippery circle around her backdoor, his pinkie flicking against the folds of her sex.
Pearl writhed, trying to shift his hand away. But that finger remained where it was, circling ever closer like water disappearing into a drain.
“Deeper, princess.”
She moaned, squeezed her eyes shut, and swallowed the last inch of his cock. Her throat convulsed as she gagged. Tears pricked at her eyelids, but she forced a new, harsh breath in through her nose and tried desperately not to throw up.
He cupped her sex in his palm, his thumb swiping over the mostly-shaved skin above her clit. Pearl shuddered, drawing another hissing breath through her nose. Her tongue could barely move, trapped as it was by the dick in her mouth, but she did her best to provide some stimulation to the wolf’s cock as he fucked her mouth with the languid intensity of waves breaking on a beach.
“Good girl,” the wolf murmured, thrusting into her mouth and holding it deep inside her. “Now…” his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “If you swallow, I’ll give you a treat.”
Pearl braced herself. She moaned again, in case the wolf expected a confirmation, and tightened her grip on the wolf’s balls.
He groaned. His thumb began stroking her clit in earnest, that middle finger brushing over her backdoor with ominous intent.
Her wolf came into the back of her mouth seconds later. Pearl gagged, tightening her stomach muscles to prevent herself throwing up. It was a close thing, but after another forced breath in through her nose she swallowed, blinking away tears as she looked up at the wolf.
He stared down at her with something approaching rapture — brown eyes hooded, his lips parted, his jaw jutting out.
Releasing a shuddering breath, the wolf tugged his cock free of her lips and slid two fingers inside her again.
Pearl jolted up, gasping at the fierceness of that thrust. This brought her eye-level with the wolf. He gave her a slow smile and leaned closer.
Their lips were less than an inch apart, his breath warm on her mouth and chin. This close, the only thing she could focus on was his eyes, stark against the dark fur of the wolf mask. Some of the fibers on the mask touched the tip of her nose, tickling her.
She wrinkled her nose, stifling a sneeze.
The wolf’s smile inched up. His thumb brushed over her clit again. Those two fingers slid inside her. And another finger — God, how many did he have? — began applying pressure on her backdoor.
Pearl groaned, her eyes fluttering closed. She had nothing to hold onto, nothing to keep her balanced. Her hand struck out blindly, finding the wolf’s shoulder, gripping him.
He made a sound, but whether to encourage or discourage, she couldn’t tell. Not while he worked every button she possessed, forcing wave upon wave of bliss into her body.
Her breath came too fast to meter now. She panted, throwing her head back, her hand on the wolf’s shoulder the only thing keeping her upright.
Lips touched the side of her neck. She quivered violently, moaning deep in the back of her throat.
“Are you close, princess?” came the voice whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she managed. The word came mingled with a sharp exhale. “Oh God, yes.”
The tip of his finger slid through that impossibly tight pucker of flesh. Pearl gasped, her eyes flaring open.
The wolf stroked her clit one last time with his thumb, forced those two fingers inside her, and then drew his hand away.
Pearl shuddered, swooning.
What now? Was he going to screw her? Her sex ached in anticipation. God, she would kill to have his cock inside her. She would scream his name — or call him Master — as many times as he wanted.
The wolf took a step back. He’d zipped up his pants somewhere along the line, even managing to tuck his shirt in without her noticing.
He tugged a square of fabric from his pocket and used it to dry his hand.
Pearl blinked across at him, her breath still heavy and uneven.
“Your punishment, princess,” he murmured, perhaps in answer to the blatant confusion on her face.
The fucking bastard. The motherfucking asshole.
Pearl fell onto her ass with a groan, letting out a long breath as she glared at the wolf.
Words raged in her head, a volley of cusses and curses to throw at the man who stood so calmly wiping himself clean of her arousal.
His eyes left hers, touching on the journal.
Her gift.
A flash of coolness tempered her frustration.
A diary? Why’d he given it to her? Wouldn’t chocolates or flowers have been more appropriate?
“What… what am I supposed to do with that?” she asked, hating the way her voice shook, especially knowing it wasn’t from anger… just lust.
The wolf gave a soft laugh and cupped her face in his hands. He ran both thumbs along the bottom of her mouth, drawing down her lip before letting it slip free.
“That, princess, is the journal of your submission to me.”
7
Steam
When Seth came to fetch her a few minutes later, Pearl was holding the journal tight against her chest and inhaling the scent of it.
Seth helped her off the altar, throwing the blanket around her shoulders and keeping it fixed in place with the arm he draped across her.
“Want to go to the pool again?” he asked.
Pearl shook her head. “Have to write in my journal,” she said. The words came from far away, but they didn’t feel alien when they left her lips. She smiled a little, dropping her head and looking at the floor as Seth drew her away.