How he handled himself with her that night would set a tone and Tegan hoped like hell it would be the right one. Because that woman’s hand in that cuff made her furious in a way only a mated wolf could feel. If she was just dating Ben, those pictures wouldn’t have even made her think twice. But her wolf didn’t want any reminders of other women before her.
Kneeling, she waited. He took his time and with a small smile, she went inward and found a calm place, her hands clasped at the small of her back.
That’s how he found her when he came back into the room, kneeling there looking so beautiful it made his chest hurt, flame red hair loose about her shoulders, eyes closed, peaceful.
But she knew he was there and slowly opened her eyes, focusing on him. “Good.
You ready to talk to me yet?”
She rolled her eyes and he had to bite his cheek to keep from smiling. The woman needed to be taken in hand in a major way and he could not wait to do it.
“Fine. Stand up.” He moved to a chair near the door and sat. “Come here and bend over my lap.”
Gracefully she gained her feet and swayed to him. She was pretty tall but he was as well, so she folded herself over his lap, her ass in the air, belly against his cock.
Tracing his fingertips over the creamy curves of her luscious ass, he delighted in watching gooseflesh rise in the wake of his touch. No one else would ever touch her this way. He stopped a moment as the thought came into his head and pushed it away.
He stroked a hand over her spine until she relaxed completely, her hands curled softly on the floor near her head.
Quickly, he delivered four sharp smacks to her ass, where thigh met the apex of her pu**y and the curve of her cheeks. She gasped and then moaned softly.
“Mmmm. Such a pretty shade of pink. So, tell me, Tegan, why are you feeling jealous? What have I done to make you doubt me?”
When she didn’t answer he delivered four more. Her pu**y was so wet the backs of her thighs glistened and her honey scented the air. He realized though that, because she was a werewolf, she had a very high capacity and he did not want to risk harming her. So to get around the issue, he realized what he could control.
“Spread your legs wider.”
She complied quickly and he drew a fingertip through the slicked folds of her pu**y until she arched her back with a sigh.
“No, not yet.” He moved his fingers away and smiled at the frustrated sound she made. “Tell me, Tegan.”
“No!”
He picked up the vibrator he’d bought earlier that day and turned it on low, just for a moment. He knew she heard it because her body stiffened briefly.
“Stand up and move to the bed, keep your back to me.”
When she hesitated a moment he knew he’d finally taken a step in the right direction.
He walked behind her, laying the vibe on the bed in her view and pulling the blindfold from his back pocket.
He tightened the blindfold around her head, making sure it was light tight and comfortable. Leaning down, he blew over her nipple and smiled when a soft whimper escaped her lips.
Her skin felt more alive than it ever had. The warmth of his breath over her nipple sent shocks of pleasure straight to her cunt. The inner walls of her pu**y throbbed, her clit was swollen and achy and she knew she’d just engaged in a battle with a man who was going to not only make her tell him what was wrong but beg him to let her come.
“Bend forward. Palms flat on the mattress. Stay standing. Spread your thighs.”
She obeyed each command, the sensory deprivation adding to the extra sensitivity of her skin. The cool, soft cotton of the comforter under her hands comforted her, the nap of the carpet against the bare soles of her feet brought them alive with sensation.
She heard the snap of a bottle opening. Cinnamon painted the air. Warming lube. Her breath caught as he reached around, his body wrapped around hers, and drew a slick fingertip around each nipple. The tingling began immediately and she sighed.
Until the pinch of first one clamp and then the other bit into her ni**les and she drew a breath and pushed it out. Letting the pain flow into pleasure, letting the pleasure rise up and use the pain.
The whir of the vibe sounded again and he must have touched it to the metal chain that held the clamps as the vibrations hummed up through the metal and into her body.
Totally unexpected, the crack of a paddle sounded as the percussive waves moved through her ass and pu**y.
Genius. The man was a wicked genius.
The sound of his zipper played down her spine and a whimper of need escaped her lips. That whimper turned into a cry as his c**k slammed into the slippery cleft of her cunt, stroking hard and deep three times and pulling out, leaving her breathless.
Then the vibrator, directly on her clit and then his cock. Over and over until she was a quivering mass of muscles.
“Tell me, Tegan. Tell me and I’ll let you come. I’ll f**k you and we’ll make this better.” His words, whispered in her ear, echoed through her, playing on her need to confide in him. Her need to come. Her need for his c**k inside her body.
“I hate other women you’ve f**ked being on the wall of a room you’re f**king me in! It feels like a notch on your bedpost and I want to be more than that!”
The edge of subspace left her words slightly slurred but clear enough.
He placed the vibrator directly on her clit and pressed into her body, f**king into her with short, hard digs. First one and then the other nipple clamp was removed, and blood and feeling rushed into her, throb, throb , throbbing with erotic pulsebeats. His free hand moved to grip her hair, holding her in place as orgasm slammed into her with force, subsuming her mind and body as it wrung her out.
Kneeling, she waited. He took his time and with a small smile, she went inward and found a calm place, her hands clasped at the small of her back.
That’s how he found her when he came back into the room, kneeling there looking so beautiful it made his chest hurt, flame red hair loose about her shoulders, eyes closed, peaceful.
But she knew he was there and slowly opened her eyes, focusing on him. “Good.
You ready to talk to me yet?”
She rolled her eyes and he had to bite his cheek to keep from smiling. The woman needed to be taken in hand in a major way and he could not wait to do it.
“Fine. Stand up.” He moved to a chair near the door and sat. “Come here and bend over my lap.”
Gracefully she gained her feet and swayed to him. She was pretty tall but he was as well, so she folded herself over his lap, her ass in the air, belly against his cock.
Tracing his fingertips over the creamy curves of her luscious ass, he delighted in watching gooseflesh rise in the wake of his touch. No one else would ever touch her this way. He stopped a moment as the thought came into his head and pushed it away.
He stroked a hand over her spine until she relaxed completely, her hands curled softly on the floor near her head.
Quickly, he delivered four sharp smacks to her ass, where thigh met the apex of her pu**y and the curve of her cheeks. She gasped and then moaned softly.
“Mmmm. Such a pretty shade of pink. So, tell me, Tegan, why are you feeling jealous? What have I done to make you doubt me?”
When she didn’t answer he delivered four more. Her pu**y was so wet the backs of her thighs glistened and her honey scented the air. He realized though that, because she was a werewolf, she had a very high capacity and he did not want to risk harming her. So to get around the issue, he realized what he could control.
“Spread your legs wider.”
She complied quickly and he drew a fingertip through the slicked folds of her pu**y until she arched her back with a sigh.
“No, not yet.” He moved his fingers away and smiled at the frustrated sound she made. “Tell me, Tegan.”
“No!”
He picked up the vibrator he’d bought earlier that day and turned it on low, just for a moment. He knew she heard it because her body stiffened briefly.
“Stand up and move to the bed, keep your back to me.”
When she hesitated a moment he knew he’d finally taken a step in the right direction.
He walked behind her, laying the vibe on the bed in her view and pulling the blindfold from his back pocket.
He tightened the blindfold around her head, making sure it was light tight and comfortable. Leaning down, he blew over her nipple and smiled when a soft whimper escaped her lips.
Her skin felt more alive than it ever had. The warmth of his breath over her nipple sent shocks of pleasure straight to her cunt. The inner walls of her pu**y throbbed, her clit was swollen and achy and she knew she’d just engaged in a battle with a man who was going to not only make her tell him what was wrong but beg him to let her come.
“Bend forward. Palms flat on the mattress. Stay standing. Spread your thighs.”
She obeyed each command, the sensory deprivation adding to the extra sensitivity of her skin. The cool, soft cotton of the comforter under her hands comforted her, the nap of the carpet against the bare soles of her feet brought them alive with sensation.
She heard the snap of a bottle opening. Cinnamon painted the air. Warming lube. Her breath caught as he reached around, his body wrapped around hers, and drew a slick fingertip around each nipple. The tingling began immediately and she sighed.
Until the pinch of first one clamp and then the other bit into her ni**les and she drew a breath and pushed it out. Letting the pain flow into pleasure, letting the pleasure rise up and use the pain.
The whir of the vibe sounded again and he must have touched it to the metal chain that held the clamps as the vibrations hummed up through the metal and into her body.
Totally unexpected, the crack of a paddle sounded as the percussive waves moved through her ass and pu**y.
Genius. The man was a wicked genius.
The sound of his zipper played down her spine and a whimper of need escaped her lips. That whimper turned into a cry as his c**k slammed into the slippery cleft of her cunt, stroking hard and deep three times and pulling out, leaving her breathless.
Then the vibrator, directly on her clit and then his cock. Over and over until she was a quivering mass of muscles.
“Tell me, Tegan. Tell me and I’ll let you come. I’ll f**k you and we’ll make this better.” His words, whispered in her ear, echoed through her, playing on her need to confide in him. Her need to come. Her need for his c**k inside her body.
“I hate other women you’ve f**ked being on the wall of a room you’re f**king me in! It feels like a notch on your bedpost and I want to be more than that!”
The edge of subspace left her words slightly slurred but clear enough.
He placed the vibrator directly on her clit and pressed into her body, f**king into her with short, hard digs. First one and then the other nipple clamp was removed, and blood and feeling rushed into her, throb, throb , throbbing with erotic pulsebeats. His free hand moved to grip her hair, holding her in place as orgasm slammed into her with force, subsuming her mind and body as it wrung her out.
