Careful What You Ask For (8 page)

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.”

B
riana

T
he 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 arousal.

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.

So far, I liked what he wanted. I mean, I hadn’t liked the nipple clamps, and yet they’d made me want him until I thought I might lose my mind. I tried to put all of my emotions into the kiss. How can you show submission while demonstrating how much you want the other person? I have no idea, and yet I’m pretty sure I managed.

He pulled my forehead to his shoulder when he ended the kiss, and I realized his heart was beating as fast as mine. “You aren’t in trouble. This isn’t a punishment. I’m going to get you all rosy red and hot before we move to the next phase.”

P
atrick

S
he was mine to fuck
, so why was I holding back?

My wolf answered for me.
Because she’s special and we don’t want it to be ordinary.

I stepped back and took aim at her breasts with the flogger. She expected me to lay into her, but I barely brushed them with the leather strands. My heart smiled as she relaxed into the gentle flogging. I moved up and down her front — from breasts to thighs and back. I popped her clit once with a little force, and grinned when her eyes and mouth flew open, but otherwise I made it pleasurable.

My arm automatically put more weight into each strike as I moved to her back, and ten minutes later she was moaning a mixture of pain and pleasure as I flogged her in earnest.

If I waited too long to fuck her I’d turn it into something too big, but I wasn’t ready to claim her yet. I wanted there to be more emotions. I wanted her to accept me
and
my lifestyle.

No pressure, though.

I only spent perhaps twenty-five minutes flogging her before I disconnected her arms, carried her to the bondage table, and leaned her over it with her legs still held wide open by the spreader bar.

Wolves can take a lot of damage, and I planned to let her
change
and run tonight, so I pulled the plug from her ass, gave it ten seconds to close a little, and then rammed my cock up her ass with no warning and no more lube.

She screamed and tried to push up, but once I was all the way in her ass, I leaned forward, grabbed her arms, pulled them behind her back and fastened the cuffs. She hadn’t fought them before but she did now.

Too bad for her these were strong enough they’ve held a female grizzly bear and a lioness. She could fight them all she wanted because she wasn’t getting free.

I pulled out slowly and slammed back in, and then let my cock grow a little wider while I was in her ass.

“Fuck! God, a little lube! Shit!”

“We’ll work on your training later, and you have permission to speak at will today — I will point out, however, that nicely asking will get you a helluva lot farther than making demands.”

“Fuck! Can you
please
give me a little lube!?”

Oh, this one was going to be all kinds of fun to train. Part of me wanted to point out there were no guarantees she’d want to be trained, but the wolf knew she’d want it. She was
looking
for someone to take control of her sexuality. She didn’t want nice and gentle, she wanted someone to use her and make it exciting.

But, she had a point about the lube. I pulled out, filled a lube applicator, stuck it up her ass, and depressed it as I pulled it out. Some of the lube squeezed out when her asshole contracted as the applicator slid out, and I put my cock to her hole again and pressed in. I groaned in pleasure as she squeaked and squealed, but she wasn’t screaming or cussing so I figured we were good.

She’d told me she really liked anal sex once she got into it, and she hadn’t been joking. I brought her to three more orgasms before I finally came deep in her ass, and she made me so weak kneed I had to let my wolf come up a little to get us both onto the bondage table so we could cuddle afterwards.

I wanted to ask her if the bikers had held her and taken care of her, but I knew she wouldn’t think it was any of my business.

B
riana

I
awoke
in his bed the next morning, though I’m not sure how I got there.

He’d fed me again when we left his dungeon, and then we’d gone for a walk in the woods as humans to let our food digest before we
changed
and ran as wolves.

He’d fucked me in wolf form, his teeth holding me by the back of the neck so I couldn’t move away.

I don’t know why my wolf had fought him when he wouldn’t let us go after the fox, but my wolf had been
pissed
. She’d tasted rabbit, squirrel, deer, raccoon, and a tiny field mouse that hadn’t been worth the effort. We hadn’t tasted fox and we’d wanted to.

So, we’d fought him when he stopped us from chasing it, and he’d made it clear this wasn’t acceptable. We were both bleeding when the fight ended, but my wolf was in worse shape. A lot worse. So bad, in fact, he forced me back to human in the middle of the woods.

“What the fuck was that?” he demanded, clearly as pissed at me as I was with him.

“She’s never had fox. You pissed her off.”

“There’s a litter of foxes. If you’d killed the mom, the litter would’ve died.”

I sat heavily on the ground, oblivious to my nudity. “Oh. The wolf doesn’t care about that kind of thing. Thanks for stopping us.”

“I’m not carrying you back. Can you handle the
change
to wolf, or do you need me to help?”

I imagined myself as the wolf and felt the beginnings of the
change
, but I was too weak from the
change
he’d forced.

“Why did we fight so viciously?” I asked.

“I think the question would be why your wolf fought me so viciously? Mine responded to the level yours went to.”

I shrugged. “She was pissed.”

“Would you’ve responded to Randall the same way if he hadn’t let you chase after a fox?”

His question stunned me because there’s no way I would’ve. Patrick has the energy of an Alpha — I’d felt it when he forced my
change
. Why had I attacked him?

Instead of answering, I shook my head. “I’m sorry I challenged you, but I’m not sure she is.”

“I know she isn’t, but I’m glad you are. You have a couple of choices in how you’ll get back to the house. We’re about a mile away, and you’re tenderfooted.” He ran his hand through his messy hair and looked down at me, sitting on the ground ten feet away. “You can either figure out how to
change
, you can walk back naked and barefoot, or you can go to your hands and knees and ask me to
change
you back to wolf. Fair warning though, we’ll both be wolves on the way back and mine is going to assert his dominance.”

I’d been tempted to walk back barefoot, but our wolves were going to have to work it out eventually, so I went to my hands and knees and asked for help
changing
.

Not surprisingly, he fucked me again in wolf form. He also nipped at me to try to get me to defend myself, but my wolf went totally submissive and rolled to her back. Instead of feeding me as the wolf so I could
change
myself back, Patrick pulled my human form out of my wolf’s body, and then finally fed me.

I’d never been so hungry in my life, and he fed me every damned bite from his hands.

And now it was morning and the last thing I remembered was falling asleep in his arms on a lounge chair outside, under the stars.

I quickly realized what had awakened me as I inhaled the smell of bacon.

I was still wearing the ankle cuffs, but not the wrist cuffs, and the reason was soon evident as I swung my legs out of bed only to realize a short chain connected my ankle to the bottom corner of the bed.

I was stuck here.

“Patrick?” No need in yelling. Wolves have good hearing.

“Be there in a few minutes. I left bottled water on the nightstand if you’re thirsty.”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll unlock you in about five minutes.”

“I need to go
now
.”

“You’ll find an antique chamber pot beside the bench at the foot of the bed, and your chain will let you stand beside the bed to use it. If you need to go badly enough that’s what it’s there for.”

Or, I could just wait five minutes.

P
atrick

I
didn’t hear
her using the chamber pot, but she didn’t argue any further so I assumed the subject was put to rest.

I gathered the country ham, the bacon, eggs, biscuits, and honey all onto my tray and carried it to the bedroom. I settled the tray on the dresser, unlocked the chain from her ankle cuff, and went back to the kitchen for my coffee.

I was seated on the bed with the tray in front of me when she returned, and I held it steady as she got into bed.

One of my rules is that girls need permission before they’re allowed on furniture, but I’d let Briana do as she wanted without enforcing much of anything. I
liked
having her in my bed, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to make it a special privilege, as I had with the others.

I have a lot of weapons around the house — all handy and fully loaded. Submissives are never allowed free range, and yet I’d only limited Briana while I’d been asleep. I’d have to think more on that later — for now, I needed to feed both of us, and I chose to do most of it by hand this morning.

Her lips brushed my fingertips as she accepted her first piece of ham, and I know she caught my change in scent as my cock gave a little throb, and then a big one as I remembered how her lips had felt last night.

I used the fork to feed her some eggs, and then offered her some bacon when she’d swallowed the eggs. I’d made her wait on me to eat yesterday, but this morning I quickly set us into a rhythm of offering her food while I chewed, and giving myself a bite as she chewed.

About halfway through the meal, her teeth scraped my fingers and the mischievous look in her eyes told me she’d done it on purpose. I fed myself a half-dozen bites before giving her another, and this time her teeth stayed where they should.

“That’s better, Pebbles.”

“If I’m Pebbles, does that make you Bamm-Bamm?”

I chuckled as I drizzled honey on another biscuit half before using my fork to cut it and give her a bite.

“Most women I bring into my home call me Master. I’m not sure what I want you to call me, but I’m certain it won’t be Bamm-Bamm.”

“You once told me there are rules, but so far it seems the only rules are to do as I’m told, and to keep my teeth off your fingers. Oh, and don’t fight you over a fox when we’re wolves. What are the other rules?”

“When I want you to follow a rule, I’ll give it to you. When we finish eating why don’t you spend some time with Flopsy while I clean the kitchen. Today will be a little more challenging than yesterday, but I’ll make sure we both have some downtime.”

“You cooked, I should clean.”

I shook my head. “There isn’t a scorecard. Flopsy’s been mostly alone and she needs some time with you, and I think it’ll do you good to spend some time with her.” I fed her another bite of egg when she opened her mouth to argue, and grinned as I popped half a honey-soaked biscuit into my mouth.