Marked (BDSM bondage, Howl) (3 page)

After his warning, he resumed caressing her stiff peak,
biting with fangs and blunt-edged teeth but never penetrating the skin.

Lifting his head, his wolf looked out at her from his gaze
as much as the man did.

“You will lie still.”

“Okay.”

With one last teasing swipe to her nipple, he left the bed
and disappeared down the hall. The length of his hard cock, his firm ass, and
muscular, scarred back caught her attention. Soon, if he craved her as much as
she did him, his delicious body would belong to her.
Bound
together forever.

He entered holding two coils of leather. Dropping to one knee
beside her, he wrapped a belt around her wrists just tight enough to sting.

“Are you sure?”

 The care in his simple action stoked the fire of her
determination to have him. She was more than ready for this.

“Yes please, Jack,” she grinned.

A smile lit his face and he traced her lip with his thumb.
She licked it, sucked on it, and then bit it.
A sensual
promise of things to come.

He bound her with leeway in the tether to turn over onto her
stomach. Using the second belt as a loop around the first, he tied it to the
upper rail of the wrought iron head board.

She flexed and tested the straps; the leather creaked in
protest, but did not tear. A sharp tug snapped the belts and pinched her, shot
a sharp jolt of pain through her wrists that she found exciting. The old metal
headboard squealed, but held firm.

The bond connecting their souls created by the Marking
ceremony would be the same. An unbreakable joining to stretch and accommodate
whatever trials they faced in this life and the next.

Finished with his task, he stood and perused her. The smell
of her arousal rose into the air and her pulse accelerated. She was helpless to
do anything but lie and wait for him.

“Bend your knees. I want to be able to see your pussy
better.”

She dragged her feet nearer to her buttocks, the soles
rasping across the cotton sheets. A tremble forged from excitement started and
flowed down her shoulders, arms, torso, and finally, her legs. The
vulnerability of her position forced her to accept his orders to move or not as
he saw fit, transporting her to a height of stimulation she’d never
experienced. Every breath became shorter. Her heart beat a furious tattoo, and
her pussy throbbed.

He travelled to the foot of the bed and crawled up, knelt
with his gaze focused on the exposed, wet flesh of her pussy. A wave of brief
embarrassment eclipsed her, followed by even greater stimulation.

He traced her labia, circled her clit, and skirted her
entrance but refrained from penetration. She tried to contain a whimper. He
grinned and continued to tease her with a feather-light stroke.

“You know, Kayla, after you are
Marked
,
you will belong to me, utterly. Only I will be able to give you sexual
satisfaction. You will obey me in all matters of passion. Are you sure you are
ready?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She glimpsed his cock. A bead of
pre-cum glistened on the tip.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

She nodded.

“Say it.”

“Woof.” She giggled at the absurd irony of her chosen word
to stop their play. In the months before she’d left him, they’d engaged in
Dominance and Submission play often. Once, he’d bound her with a bra and panty
set to the kitchen table.

“What’s this? There’s no laughing during sex. This is
serious business.” The corners of his mouth twitched.

She laughed harder. Why the hell had she ever feared him?
When she quit, he cleared his throat and stilled. He lowered his chin and his
expression took on a serious set.

“Raise your ass. I want to get a closer look at the pussy
I’m going to claim as my own. As high as you can.”

He straightened, watched intently, as though memorizing each
fold of skin. He entered her to the first knuckle,
then
withdrew, spreading wetness around her engorged hood, and the tight pucker of
her ass. Their gazes locked and then he looked lower, studied every naked inch
of her.

“I could take you like this. You weigh so little. Do you
remember the last time I fucked you in this position? The way my cock stroked
over your G-spot until you came hard enough you nearly passed out? You were so
beautiful in that moment, with all your control gone, clutching the mattress,
breasts heaving.” He slid casually inside her channel as he spoke, curled his
fingertip forward to hit that spot and drive her crazy.

His broad palm moved over her buttocks and caressed the
flesh while his fingers delved inside. She rocked to deepen his movements and
moaned.

“Where to put the Mark?
I have
always thought you had an exceptional ass. Perhaps here, on this cheek.” He
squeezed.
“Or maybe the lower back, right above these
delicious globes of flesh.
Or perhaps here?”
He
stroked each breast. “Your breasts are beautiful. I can bite each so your bra
will chafe against the Marks and keep you aroused even when you are not in my
presence.”

Her legs, tired from the hours spent hiding in the underbrush,
shook with exertion, but his speech overcame the desire to relax and flop down
on the sheet. He accepted the burden of her bodyweight with both palms and
settled back onto his knees, before lowering her back down to the bed. With
sinuous grace, he crawled up to straddle her chest. His shaft bobbed inches
from her mouth, enticing her to lick her lip at the sight, so close and yet out
of reach.

“Do you want to suck this?” With one rough stroke he spread
pre-cum over his shaft. She nodded and met his stare. “Once we start, there is
no going back. You’re sure?”

Bound and at his mercy, and he offered her an out, was
willing to untie her and let her go.
The new bonds emerging
on her heart smoldered hot, fierce, and overwhelming.
Reassured she’d
own him as he owned her, tied to one another forever. Although submissive to
his desires, everything hinged on her consent. The final piece of the puzzle
clicked into place.

Lifting up and struggling to lick his cock seemed like the
right way to answer. He’d told her to lie still, but she had to push anyway.

When she tasted the tip of his shaft, a shudder ran down his
torso.
“Already testing me.
No Kayla. Not until I
say.”

He moved out of reach and shut his eyes, his Adam’s apple
bobbing. The dark stubble on his jaw stood out in contrast to his pale skin.
His coloring had always struck her as funny—raven-dark hair, white-blue eyes,
and pale, sunburn prone skin. Existing at extremes, that was her Jack.
A fiercely protective lover with carnal appetites that pushed her
boundaries to ever greater extremes and new experiences.

Hers.

He belonged to her.

“Are you going to listen to me?” He pumped his hand up and
down his engorged dick and held her chin in a light grip with the other. God,
she wanted to touch him there, stroke, and suck, and lick . . . .

“Yes.”

“If you disobey me again, I will have to punish you twice.
You will have to pay for what you just did. I think a good hard spanking is in
order.” Their stares locked and she tried to hide how turned on the thought of
him striking her ass made her. It didn’t work. Anticipation sent a new gush of
moisture to her already wet lips. His nostrils quivered as he smelled her
desire.
“Although, I may have to rethink that.
I think
you might like it too much.”

She tried to be contrite, but failed. “I’ll behave.”

He snorted in amusement. “Sure you will.” Tenderness stole
over him and he traced the rise of her cheekbone. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She kissed his hand.

With a slow, graceful movement she was convinced was meant
to frustrate her, he moved back into position, his dick close to her mouth, but
too far away for her to reach. “Now, suck me, Kayla.”

He supported her and fed his cock into the moist cavern of
her mouth, fucking her with shallow strokes. Every muscle bunched and coiled
taut with the control he exhibited. She swirled around the tip, brushed her
teeth along the side, and tongued the thick underside. She wanted to feel him
lose control of his power and reined energy. She sucked harder, pushed the slit
apart, and wished she could caress his balls, take them into her mouth, too. A
shudder rippled through him. She set her teeth into his cock for a moment,
then
tongued it again. He clutched her hair. Glimmers of
pain lit up in her scalp and joined the thrill of his domination to drive her
higher.

He let go of base and she groaned in encouragement. She gave
chase until every inch she could manage slid down her throat. Satisfaction took
hold with his advance; she yearned for him to come in her mouth. That years had
passed and he remembered her preferences, knowing he cared—no, loved her—gave
her the drive to shove him off the precipice.

His orgasm bowed his spine and he bent the iron rod of the
headboard. She swallowed his cum, not relinquishing until he swung leg over her
torso and sat next to her.

He fondled her breast. “I think I’d forgotten how good you
are at giving head.”

She laughed and checked her restraints. He closed his mouth
over her nipple, got on his knees, and teased her pussy, flicked the engorged
bundle of nerves before penetrating her in a swift, rough stroke. Pumping two
digits in and out, he rubbed her clit until she matched the rhythm, driving her
to match the punishing pace he set.

“Yes Jack. Yes . . . more . . . harder . . . .”

He obliged, and bit the tip of one breast before licking the
hurt away. He blew air across the wet flesh and watched her, gauging her
reaction. Yanking at the belts, she thrashed against him.

“You like that? I think I might eat your pussy now. Would
you like to feel my tongue on you?”

A swift movement propelled him down the bed. Lifting her ass
until her cunt was within reachable distance, he maneuvered her legs over his
shoulders. The angle left her with no control except to flex her hips.

He tongue-fucked her, grazed her hood, and licked her labia.
An orgasm swirled and spun, tightening but not unraveling. She bucked and
shifted, sought some way to ease the ache.

“No coming. You come when I say. Not before.” He penetrated
her and tasted her at the same time, drew her nub into his mouth. “How do you
like being teased? I look forward to all the ways you’ll disobey me, so that I
can explore different ways of punishing you.”

She bit her lower lip, fought to maintain control. Fuck, if
this was punishment, she’d die soon trying not to come.

He stopped as her inner muscles seized on the brink of
orgasm. “I’m going to suck on your pussy lips, then your clit.
Finger-fuck you some more.
And maybe, if I am pleased, I’ll
let you come. Can you please me, Kayla?”

Words caught and died in her throat on a gasp. She’d promise
anything he asked, for permission to come.
Anything at all.

His eyes flashed in the low light as he resumed the
relentless driving tempo, delving to glide over her anus. Intense pleasure
raged and she collided with his mouth.

“Please, Jack . . .
please
. . .
oh.” Frustration was boiling her alive.

 “Come. Come now, on my fingers.” The command ripped a
deep moan from her throat. He continued to pump, the throb in her clit
unbearable. With two swift swipes of his tongue across the engorged bundle the
dam holding her orgasm broke. She convulsed, her hips bucking as he lowered her
to the sheet.

Spots danced behind her eyelids from the force of the
orgasm.

He scooted off the bed and the mattress shifted. She craved
his return and moved in an attempt to follow him. The slide and tap of drawers
opening and closing caught her attention. What was he looking for?

He came back and positioned her on her belly with her ass in
the air. She glanced at him through the curtain of her hair. He looked
magnificent, all five feet nine inches of him, muscular and scarred.
A warrior’s physique.
A broad smile revealed the faint
crow’s-feet at the corners of his eyes, and she smiled in return, reassured by
the warmth and love in his expression.

His erection bobbed long and thick. A bottle of lubricant
bounced beside her knee, followed by a thin dildo. The cool lube warmed as he
worked it inside the rim of her ass.

“Lean forward more. Perfect.” He shoved his cock into her
tight pussy with one smooth stroke; a single finger penetrated her ass. The
fullness intensified as he stretched her ass manually in rhythm with the slow
thrusts of his shaft. Her pulse sped and she gulped around discomfort that
transformed to deep pleasure. Her shoulders loosened as the embers of orgasm
pooled and spread. She met him halfway as her enjoyment of the powerful
sensations propelled her ever higher.

He paused to slide the long, slender dildo inside. He held
the toy in place while he fucked her, the other palm tight on her ass, each
time he moved back only the tip of his cock remained inside. As her passion
took her higher, he lost some of his control as well, his balls slapping her as
each thrust grew harder and deeper.

Sparks of liquid heat jolted in her pussy,
nipples, and ass.
Her nails dug into the leather of her bindings as she
collided with him, finding bliss in the ache of being filled so completely.

She shoved backward as hard as possible. “Yes, more.
Harder.”

“Stop that, Kayla. You’ll hurt yourself.”

She collided with him again, harder this time. At first the
heat spreading over her cheek didn’t register. She froze. He’d slapped her butt
cheek. Jack lifted his hand and spanked her again then ran his palm over the
smarting area to soothe the ache. She groaned and shuddered.