Chapter 5
Chapter 5
A ddison felt a little blissed out herself—this wasn’t a dream, she had a real live werewolf in her hands—literally. Better yet, he was stupid hot, trapped in a fence, and completely at her mercy.
And he had a knot . She was still processing the possibilities, honestly, but she knew better than to show hesitation in front of an animal…or half of one, anyway. It was easier to focus on what she actually had first-hand knowledge of right then—and that just so happened to be BDSM.
Unlike puzzling over the canine-inspired anatomy sprouting from the groin of her apparently-paranormal, deliciously submissive crush, the checklist was something she knew well. Rules, consent, communication . Knowing where you stood, and with the right partner, that safety and meeting each others’ needs were of paramount importance.
That said, they were both definitely breaking some rules here. But she wasn’t trying to write a guidebook on ethical BDSM—she was just trying to help a poor, stuck puppy out. Besides, you still wore a seatbelt when you drove over the speed limit, right? No need to abandon safety entirely, even if this entire scenario was rapidly approaching peak fantasy material.
The vision of Fenn trapped behind the fence, immobilized and whining, was like a Christmas present come early. If he’d been human, as embarrassing as it would have been for both of them, she would have called paramedics.
But as a werewolf? That was a dirty little secret she clearly needed to keep for both their sakes. It was also one that she didn’t mind consensually exploitating for her troubles.
But ethical conundrums were boring; restrained, submissive werewolf boys were not. She not only had Fenn’s permission to touch him now, she had something even better—his desperation.
The leash went slack, the loop sliding up her wrist as she drew light fingers across his cock. The sound of his shudder and the rattling of the fence warned her how much even this light touch affected him.
She bent down to look at his knot more closely. Addison’s gaze flicked up to his with a savage smirk after noticing the precum steadily dripping from his tip.
“Now Fenn,” she chided, very aware now of how her ‘trainer voice’ seemed to affect him. “Good boys know to wait for a command, so you can’t come until I say so.”
He whined, those beautiful hazel eyes almost manic with need. Words failed him as he resorted to rapid, half-crazed nodding. That wouldn’t do.
“Speak,” she giggled, her stern act faltering for a moment. “C’mon, Fenn. Tell me you can do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Mast– Mistress .” he whispered, obedient even through that steady whine.
“Good boy, Fenn,” she praised, pressing a light kiss to his shaft.
She paused there, struck by how good he smelled, especially after all the training and running around. Werewolves were just built different , she guessed. Being in such close proximity to one must have rubbed some primal instincts off on her, because she didn’t hesitate to drag her nose just above his shaft, inhaling his scent with a satisfied sigh.
She pulled away when she got to the base—where his knot was. Finally , this was her chance. Addison traced the diamond of the woven metal around his cock, realizing distantly the scent of the fence lacked a familiar metallic tang. All she could smell right now was Fenn —his sweat, his arousal, and the faintest hint of something amazing he wore, a pine-tinged deodorant or body wash.
That knot was enormous, and it wasn’t getting any smaller. She couldn’t imagine fitting his thick shaft inside her, let alone that . She wrapped both hands curiously around the circumference and gave it a squeeze, needing to feel just how big it really was. To her surprise, his cock jerked like she’d turned on a faucet, a truly impressive amount of precum spilling out and stretching out from his tip, splattering on the leaves below.
She leaned back too quickly, planting her ass squarely in the dirt with a small yelp, trying to avoid getting his copious offering on her leggings. Fenn’s face smacked into the fence, pulled down by the leash still wrapped around her wrist.
“Shit, sorry, are you okay?” she asked, using the fence to pull herself up again.
His dreamy, “Uh huh,” answered her as she regained her balance, dusted off her leggings and squinted at the damn-near fountain pouring in slow motion from his deep red tip.
“Tell me you’re not coming already!” she gasped, looking on in awe.
The slanted lighting made the color hard to see, but it wasn’t exactly shooting out, the way she was used to from human men. It dripped like corn syrup, a release that was steadier, slower. Thicker .
“I wouldn’t!” he protested, hips giving a few tiny, bouncing jerks against the fence. “You didn’t say I could yet. I’m a good boy—I’m just-just really excited .”
“That’s a hell of a lot of precum,” she laughed, unable to stop herself. She didn’t want to give him a complex, but at the same time, he seemed to be a fan of both praise and degradation.
“It’s…” he squirmed, blushing in a way she found deeply endearing, despite the circumstances. “It’s to make sure my knot will fit. If we were mating. To make sure it wouldn’t hurt in a bad way. Not that—not that I expected to mate you or anything, that’s just how it goes. The knot should go down sometime within an hour of when I come.”
“An hour?!” Addison gasped, unable to keep herself from imagining that knot lodged in her for that long. It wasn’t an unpleasant thought.
“Well, not like a full hour. Sometimes it’s just a little bit after, sometimes longer. I’m not a biologist, I don’t really know,” he grumbled.
She held her hand at the tip, a light detour to understanding his knot a little better. The fluid spilled out onto her hand, coating it in a tingly sort of warmth. She spread it out like lotion on each hand, marveling at how wonderful it felt. Everywhere it touched, her senses were unexpectedly heightened. Every subtle movement of air, the slightest of friction as skin moved against skin—it all felt like delightful electric tingles.
She ran a sticky finger curiously across her lips, breaking into a smile when the same electrifying sensation spread to her lips and tongue..
The chain rattled, drawing her attention back to Fenn. His muscles tensed all over, his hair fell over his eyes. His hips thrust into the fence, a simulation of what he could do to her. Those hazel eyes were feral and she liked it .
“I can see how that would be helpful,” she said slowly, somewhat dazed by the sensations in her hands and lips. “Be still, Fenn. I’m not done exploring.”
He froze at her command, the only noticeable movements the rapid expanding of his chest as he panted, and the way his muscles vibrated with tension.
This time, she wrapped her hands more deliberately around his knot, the heightened sensations making her feel connected to her willing captive—his body heat, the beating of his heart, the soft texture of his skin, every electrical impulse sent from brain to nerve. She lost herself in touching him, in tracing along his shaft, the head. The precum at his tip gathered on her fingers, so she dragged it across his aching cock. She had become so singularly focused on exploration, she’d entirely forgotten about her goal.
The frantic shaking of the fence drew her attention back up to Fenn. His teeth gnashed within the muzzle, his torso writhed as he fought himself to hold still. Tears streamed down his face, wetting the bottom edge of the muzzle and glinting in the moonlight.
She stood up, now more fascinated by his expressions than his cock—only just barely. He was beautiful like this, so vulnerable just for her. She pressed a hand above them both on the fence, their noses inches apart, still holding his cock with her other hand.
“Are you being good, Fenn?” she asked. “Did I tell you to move?”
His frenzied movements stilled as he locked eyes with her, the perfect impression of a chastised puppy.
“Bad dog, Fenn,” she added in a whisper for good measure.
She felt his cock jump in her hand at the words. If he was that into degradation, she couldn’t help but wonder what a newspaper to the nose would do to him. She began to stroke him slowly, delighted as he gave futile little thrusts into her hand, bowing the fence out the scant few inches it allowed him.
“Addi—Mistress, please !” The growling, panting noises coming out of the muzzle rapidly increased in volume with every stroke, and Addison reveled in having a beautiful beast like Fenn begging her for release.
She pressed her own face to the fence, stroking harder and faster, edging him. “Will you do anything I ask, pup?”
“Anything,” he agreed, those hazel eyes of his glazed over with the painful pleasure of a delayed orgasm.
She slowed her movements, making sure he wouldn’t come before agreeing. Maybe she’d feel bad about this later, but she figured keeping his deep, dark, doggy secret deserved a little tit for tat.
“You’re going to give me the job, Fenn,” she demanded, wondering if this would revoke her feminism card.
But in this job market? Maybe AI could outpace humans on job applications, but it definitely couldn’t give a handy to a horny werewolf. Plus, she had already been crushing on Fenn before she found out he was a werewolf, and now she didn’t want to let him go. That said, a girl still had to eat.
He stared at her, his head pressed against the fence. His brows drew upwards as he sent her yet another devastating puppy dog look.
“It’s yours,” he panted. “Please, Mistress.”
She yanked on his leash, forcing his torso against the fence and putting him on full display for her as she returned to her previous stroking pace.
“Good pup, Fenn,” she cooed before switching to her “trainer” voice once more. “Now come , boy.”
He bucked his hips against the fence, furiously pumping into her hand. His fingers were white from gripping the wire, shoulders reddened from arousal. Fenn howled through his muzzle as a verifiable geyser of cum shot out of his tip.
“Such a good boy for me,” Addison said, trying not to lose her cool in the face of Yellowstone’s biggest competitor, stepping delicately to the side as the tide threatened her shoes. Old Faithful, who?
His satisfied snuffles and howls filled her ears. Addison could bathe in that sound. It made her swell with pride that she’d undone Fenn with her hands alone: what could she accomplish without a fence between them?
Maybe she’d get the opportunity, if Fenn kept his desperate, edge-of-orgasm word about giving her the job. The moon might be driving him a little crazy, but he had to be at least a little attracted to her organically, right?
Addison wasn’t usually much of a romantic, but it was hard to hold that back when Fenn was practically offering everything she wanted. Her rational brain reminded her they’d only met today, that it was crazy to be imagining a future with him off of a single furtive interspecies handjob.
A future full of buckets of werewolf cum—if his current load was anything to go by. She wasn’t even stroking him anymore, just staring in awe at the practical waterfall only just beginning to ebb out as he thrust into her hand.
His howls eventually turned to quiet whimpers, sucking in his breath in gasping spurts. All his weight fell against the fence as a sloppy grin stretched across his face. Fenn post-orgasm was easily the most adorable sight Addison had ever seen. As soon as he started shivering, it gave her the excuse she needed to join him on the other side of the fence.
“Where—” he whimpered as she slipped back inside the fence, the word slurring. He grew pitiful as he tried to right himself, rambling in a daze. “Thank you. Since you’re leaving, I mean. I should be okay to–.”
Addison snorted at his attempt to play it cool, rounding the tree before walking up behind him.
“I’m not that kind of domme,” she murmured in his ear, wrapping her arms around his molten hot torso. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
His whole body relaxed as she held him.
“Yerr purdy hot yerself,” he mumbled, speech failing him.
She giggled, kissing his shoulder. “You were such a good boy for me. The bestest boy.”
His breath caught in his chest, followed by what sounded like an emotional sniffle.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, voice thick.
“Oh!” she squeaked out, realizing she hadn’t taken off his muzzle. She was clearly killing it at aftercare. “Shoot, sorry.”
She undid the muzzle, then reached behind his neck for the collar buckle. Fenn gently grabbed her hand, turning his head to look back at her.
“Let me be yours just a little longer,” he murmured.
Addison nodded, unhooking the leash instead. Just a little longer . So this was a one night kind of thing, she guessed. Maybe she should have hopped on his dick, just so she’d finally have the full werewolf experience. But the moment had passed, and her arm was tired anyway, she reasoned, ignoring what felt suspiciously like pining.
He turned his head back, staring at her lips, waiting for permission. Still her good boy, even past the scene. Boy, it was going to suck working with him if this actually was a one night thing. Her heart squeezed at how docile he was.
As their lips met and an almost tangible chemistry lit up their connection, Addison decided that she’d bring this gentle giant to heel, one way or another. This sure as hell didn’t feel like a fling and she already had the secrets to seducing this particular werewolf in the palm of her hand–literally.