by Rossi, Trina
“What would you do if I hadn’t?” Tristan was torn between feeling perturbed that someone had assisted her and delighted to find her like this, so vulnerable.
“I suppose I would have stayed here all night.”
Sophie was in fact quite confident that, had she shifted into wolf form, she could easily have broken the ropes, or at the very least, chewed through them. But her boyfriend had yet to learn of her capacity to change form and she intended to keep her secret for the time being.
Tristan approached her and put his fingers out to touch her nipples. Sophie squirmed as much as she could in her ropes. He knelt then, and took one in his mouth.
“You’re cute,” she said.
“Hmm?”
“Always pleasing me. You simply can’t play the ‘hurt Sophie’ game, can you?”
Tristan stood and looked at her. “Why would I want to hurt you?”
“Maybe I want you to.”
“I can’t. I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s just not your thing.” It’s no fucking wonder you can’t find your way to the top of the wolf ranks, she thought. “Why don’t you just untie me and we’ll go upstairs?”
Feeling defeated again, Tristan worked on the knots. “How on earth did you get tied up in the first place?” he finally asked.
“I have my ways,” she smiled. In fact, she’d tied herself up with a little help from a spell. “If you’re worried that someone else was involved, don’t be. You’re the only one who gets to see me naked.”
The rope dropped to the floor, immediately followed by Tristan.
“I think I need your naked body to hang out on top of mine for a little bit,” he said, unzipping his jeans.
“I think that would be delightful,” she replied in a formal voice. Her annoyance was leaving her as he began to expose himself.
She tugged his jeans off and smiled upon seeing his hard cock before her. It never ceased to amaze her. Had Michelangelo sculpted the perfect erection, it would have had to look something like this.
Sophie straddled his ankles and leaned forward to take him in her mouth. He gasped with a shock of pleasure and then settled into a relaxed state as she worked on him. He placed both hands gently on her head and guided her as she sucked, at first moving her up and down along his length. She loved when he took control like this, even though it wasn’t as aggressive as she would have liked him to be. She was realizing that control was a thing that couldn’t be taught; either you wanted it or you didn’t, and Tristan was just too damned complacent.
Still, she wanted him to take Jace’s place. There was a mystery to how the pack was run; why it even existed, for that matter, and she wanted a hand in all the inner workings. She knew that if her man was put in charge, that she would become privy to all their secrets.
Now Tristan’s hands were guiding her more assuredly, as he thrust his pelvis at her mouth.
“That’s it, that’s my boy,” thought Sophie as she sucked hard on him, her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. She squeezed his balls gently with her other hand, then began to massage them, kneading his flesh as it firmed under her touch.
“Oh. My. God,” he uttered.
Sophie backed off now, forcing Tristan’s hands away. She leaned back and put her palms flat on the floor above her head, then pushed her back into an arch. Her legs were spread wide and she lifted herself into a handstand.
“Fuck me,” she said, spreading her legs into a near-split.
Tristan’s face lit up.
“You are so my kind of woman,” he said.
He pulled her thighs around his waist and thrust his cock into her, her moist lips enveloping it. He moved down into her gently at first, but his motions became more and more confident as he went. The angle combined with his power caused Sophie a sort of pained ecstasy. Finally, he was hurting her, and it was good.
“Hard,” she said.
He went at her now like a wild animal, pounding her with his massive length, and she yelled as he did so. He was enjoying her combined agony and pleasure, and it only encouraged him to be more assertive, more aggressive. He wanted her to yell louder. She did; she held nothing back.
Her breasts bounced up and down in rhythm, and as Tristan watched them his cock felt like it grew two sizes inside her tight pussy. He watched her cunt turn a dark pink from the exertion of his pounding her flesh.
He felt a bolt of electricity shoot through him and then he thrust into her a final time, spraying her insides with his hot juices. Sophie, still on her hands and half upside-down, was smiling from ear to ear.
“That was good,” she said.
“It was.” Tristan held her hips, firmly pressing her against his flesh, reluctant to let himself slide out.
When they went to bed that night, they talked about the plan to confront Jace.
“You need to let him and the pack know that you’re ready to take him on again,” Sophie said. “And tell them it needs to be next Friday night.”
“Why Friday?”
“Why not? The important thing is that you set the rules. Always remember that. It’s all about you taking charge.”
“Right. Okay. So what’s going to be different this time? I mean, he beat my ass last time. And then he got me at Dez’s place.” Tristan had threatened Dez in her own apartment and, when Jace had entered and found him about to attack her, he’d lost it.
“I’ll be there, for one thing. I’ll make you stronger. And I’m hoping Dez will be there. In fact, I need her to be. She’s the key to all this.”
“How’s that?”
“She’s Jace’s weakness. If he’s thinking about her, he’s not thinking about the fight. Especially if he thinks something’s happened to her.”
“I don’t know, Sophie. Last time he felt that she was threatened he nearly took my head off.”
“Don’t you worry. This time will be different.”
“I don’t know…”
“Trust me,” she smiled.
The next day, Tristan drove to the pack’s meeting place, Jace’s mansion in the woods. There he found Kurt, one of the senior wolves.
“What the hell are you doing here?” asked Kurt, who was extremely loyal to his pack leader.
“I’ve come to issue a challenge.”
“Another one? I would have thought you’d still be recovering from your last failure. I mean defeat.”
Tristan wanted to punch the smug man, but held his urge in. “I’m fine. Thanks for your concern. Next Friday night, in the same place. I want to take Jace on.”
“We’ll have a meeting and let you know.” Kurt began to close the door.
Tristan put his hand up and stopped him. “No,” he said. “I’m letting you know. I call the shots. Friday night.”
“Fine.”
The door closed now. Tristan walked away, a sense of satisfaction instilling confidence in him.
That morning, Dez had woken up with a start.
“What is it?” asked Jace.
“It’s happening. My dream. It’s going to come true.” She looked at Jace. “Are we going to be okay?”
“Of course, sweetie.” He kissed her and wrapped his arms around her. “Don’t you worry. But you can help me, you know.”
“How?” She was feeling genuinely scared now.
“You can tell me if you have any more dreams or visions. The more information we have, the better. I’m still concerned about this she-wolf of yours.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Dez got out of bed. This time, Jace didn’t try to stop her. Instead, he simply watched her ass as she walked out of her bedroom towards the kitchen. So round, so perfect. He got out of bed and followed her, his firm cock leading the way.
She was getting coffee together when he reached the kitchen. She had a cupboard open over her head and was looking for filters. Jace pressed himself against her from behind, his cock between her legs, wetting itself with a streak of her cream.
Dez didn’t say a w
ord. Instead, she put both hands on the counter and lifted herself up, turning to sit facing him. She wrapped her white thighs around his waist, pulling him in towards her. His length slid into her always eager pussy and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
In a chrome toaster next to them, Jace could see their reflection: her beautiful breasts, his cock penetrating her.
Dez licked her fingers and reached down to stroke her clit as he fucked her gently and slowly. Jace bent to the left and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard on it as she rubbed herself. He could feel his balls contact her ass as he began to thrust his cock into her harder and faster. Her fingers began to move faster as well.
He licked her other nipple in circular motions, teasing her until she said, “The tip, lick the tip for me.” He did, lapping at it like a lollipop. Her fingers tried to emulate what he was doing and she pictured his tongue on her clit. He licked the other one now, giving each equal pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” said Dez, smiling as her eyes opened and she stared into his. She made herself climax while looking at his face, wanting him to see her expression. Finally it hit her. Her mouth opened slightly, her wet lips parted. Jace kissed her hard as he fucked her rapidly, feeling her orgasm around his cock. Now she put her hands behind him and pushed him into her again and again, and his eyes shut tight as he came in hard pulses which didn’t seem to end for several minutes.
“Ooooh.” He pushed his head into her shoulder, exhausted and happy. “I could come inside you a billion times and I would never get bored of it.”
“I feel the same. And I plan on it. A billion isn’t enough though, you know.”
“All right. I’ll aim for a trillion,” he said, sliding his cock out. “But there might be some chafing.”
“I love chafing. You’re welcome to chafe me all day and all night.”
“Deal.” He kissed her again, tenderly this time. Never had he felt so close to a person, and neither had she. And yet they kept quiet about their feelings. As though each was afraid of losing the other. One day, thought Dez, I’ll tell him.
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