Fated Magic (The Wolf Pack) (7 page)

Jameson had literally seen red when he’d heard his mate
’s confession during her mental tirade.  When her frustration had started he’d managed to tune most of it out because he’d known Trevlon was listening in.  But her admission that she had faked a climax had stunned him beyond anything she’d ever said or done.  Hell, he was almost as mad at himself for having missed it as he was at her for thinking it was acceptable.  Every single cell in his body had changed from pack Alpha to Dom in the blink of an eye.  Hell, no self-respecting man appreciated that sort of disrespect, and to an Alpha who was also a sexual Dominant, it was a blatant throw-down challenge.  There was no way he would let this go unpunished.  And Jameson had every intention of showing his precious mate just how many ways he could indeed punish her.  He’d seen Doms in clubs punish their subs in very creative ways for much less. 

Wrapping his large hand around her much smaller one
, he felt the slight tremble she quickly brought under control.  He leaned close and let his words drift over her ear in a move carefully calculated to both arouse and alarm.  “We’ll see if you feel the need to fake your release after my brother and I finish with your punishment, sweet mate.  And I assure you we can punish you in ways you have yet to even imagine.”  Reaching around her, he gave her ass a solid whack.  “This ass is ours and you racked up a whole lot of punishment in a very short amount of time, kitten.  You’ll do well to remember your manners as we take care of this too, because we’ll just continue until we believe you have learned the lesson well enough.  Now come along.” 

H
e let Trev take the lead so all the doors he directed her through were already opened keeping her disoriented.  They deliberately led her in circles and up and down various sets of stairs so she’d be totally confused about where they’d led her.  They’d never taken her into their playroom and they didn’t really want her to know its exact location just yet.  Blocking her from their mind link, Jameson spoke directly to his brother.  ‘
Take the lead, I don’t want her to hear the beeps of the keypad.’
Turning his back to Trev to shield some of the noise, Jameson cupped his large hand over both her ears in a move that was both purposeful and possessive as he crushed his lips against hers.  Kit’s response was equally explosive and Jameson knew in that instance that their sweet woman had indeed missed this aspect of their mating. 

Kit had responded well to being dominated from the beginning, but after they had been formally mated she had become particularly responsive.  Obviously he and Trev had underestimated her need for their dominance
, and that was something they would be rectifying in short order.  But right at this moment, feeling her molten reaction to his kiss caused him to growl deep in his chest and he fought back his body’s demand to shift.  Focusing on the soft mewing sounds coming from his mate was causing him to lose his concentration and he needed to refocus from sinking into his own need to how he could most effectively dominate her.  Her breasts were larger now that she had given birth to their children and feeling their softness pressing against his chest sent a spear of primal need straight to his cock.

When he finally pulled back from the kiss
, they were both panting and the smell of Kit’s arousal was surrounding them like a cloud of temptation.  As soon as he moved her into the playroom he felt her stiffen. 
Aha she feels the difference in the energy of this room and even though she can’t see where she is, she knows it isn’t a place she has been before.
He was counting on that unfamiliarity to feed her desire as well as up the stakes of the punishment, because he really was completely pissed off about the fact she’d hidden her needs from them.  That, as well as faking an orgasm, were pretty significant offenses and he planned to make it a lesson she didn’t forget for a good while.     

Jameson stepped back out of her reach and the
n silently circled around so he and Trev switched sides.  Trev’s amused voice floated into his mind.  ‘
It won’t work, you know.  She can tell us apart by energy alone.’ 

‘
I just want to keep her guessing.  She is too smart for her own good and a bit of discomfort and scrambling will be good for her.  I’m pissed she faked the orgasm, but I am fucking outraged that she felt the need to.  How did we let this get so out of control?’ 

‘
No clue, brother, but we have obviously been neglecting our little witchy mate.  That needs to stop now.’ 

Jameson couldn’t have agreed more and he let every bit of his Alpha command in voice lace through his one word command, “Strip.” 

Kit had been nervous as they’d led her through various hallways and passages, but not for the reasons her husbands had assumed.  She had known where they were leading her and even if she hadn’t already known where their playroom was, she would have been able to track their attempts to confuse her.  The fact they both continually underestimated her magical abilities usually worked in her favor so she had been leaving them to enjoy that delusion.  But really…their lame ass attempt to switch sides and confuse her was just plain insulting. The real reason she’d been nervous was because she’d been worried they would suddenly change their minds and she’d be stuck with vanilla sex until the next millennium. 

Even though it was true of all D/s relationships that the Dominant only has power the submissive
allows
him or her to have, it was particularly true in their case.  Kit knew her magical skills, even as new and underdeveloped as they were, already exceeded their ability to control her physically if she didn’t allow it.  But she also knew their real power over her wasn’t physical, but it was the ropes of love they’d wrapped around her heart that was where their real power lay.  Their recent “kid-glove” treatment had hurt her.  They were not only denying her the kink that it took to drive her body to the heights of pleasure it had become addicted to, but they had basically locked her away from who they really were, and that exclusion had been the worst blow they could have delivered. 

At Jameson’s command
, she slowly began removing her clothing.  A part of her wanted to bask in the warm glow of the moment while another part was secretly hoping to rack up a few more punishment points.  If they wanted her to
behave
, Kit seriously doubted this was going to be the way to meet that goal because quite frankly, they made punishment feel awfully good. 

Their playroom smelled of fine leather and the lemon oil that was used to buff the wooden equipment to a brilliant sheen.  Kit had discovered this room quite by accident one day not long after she and the Wolf brothers had become mated.  She remembered that she’d just laid her hand on the key pad and the door had opened so she’d quickly stepped through.  The entire room was made to look exactly how her imagination had always pictured a Middle Age
’s dungeon.  Because they were actually two full levels below the main floor of the estate’s large main house, the floor and outer walls were rock. 

Even blindfolded
, Kit knew exactly where she stood in the room and the shivers of excitement that pebbled her nipples and sent goose bumps over her bare skin were pure anticipation.  She had lain awake so many nights after she’d first found this room and wondered why they hadn’t brought her here to play.  At first she’d wondered if they’d assumed it was because their relationship was so new, but as time had worn on and she’d ballooned to the size of small beached whale, she had feared it was because they just didn’t want to look at her that closely.  After the twins arrived, she’d slimmed down quickly thanks to nursing two very hungry babies for three months before it had become just too difficult to manage. 
Those kids definitely have shifter appetites and this mama just wasn’t able to keep up.
  But even regaining her figure quickly hadn’t brought her here and she’d begun to wonder if it was reserved for “others”.  And just the thought of her mates dominating another submissive had turned her stomach. 

She waited for Jameson’s next command, and the stillness of the room was unnerving.  The stone walls should amplify each and every sound, no matter how cleverly disguised
, so the fact it was deathly quiet could only mean one thing…she’d let her mind’s shields slip enough that they were listening to each and every thought swirling around her mind with the force of a hurricane…and she was digging herself in deeper by the moment.