Chapter 12
Cody was kneeling at Dylon’s feet, waiting for his mate to speak.
His mind was at rest, his body relaxed, and he knew he was safe.
That was a world more than he had yesterday.
He was comforted by his strong life thread, now firmly connected to Dylon’s heart.
Never had he expected his Fated Mate to have the training to give him what he so desperately craved.
And yet here he knelt, after being claimed, now firmly owned by the man in front of him.
He didn’t know what his brothers would think but didn’t care. This is who he was.
Dylon looked down at his mate, so still in a perfect submissive pose. Studying him, he saw slow breathing in a body devoid of tension. He saw Cody’s pure silver aura radiate from his mate and knew his mate was at peace—finally. Time to begin. “What did you do wrong, my pet?” he asked.
“I didn’t have your permission when I came, sir.”
“And…”
Cody’s mind went over everything that happened so far. “I didn’t answer you when you asked me a question, sir.”
“And…”
Cody couldn’t think of anything else. “That’s all, sir.”
“Are you sure, my pet?”
Taking a minute to think, Cody answered, “Yes, sir.”
“No, my pet,” Dylon said, then feeling his mate’s confusion, he continued, “You spoke without permission. My rule specifically stated you would not speak unless I asked you a question and you were not to speak otherwise unless I give you permission. Yet when I gave you two different orders, you spoke.”
Cody then remembered. Catching himself, he said nothing, waiting for permission to speak.
Dylon heard Cody’s quick intake of breath and was pleased when he heard nothing in response.
His mate was learning. The Shaman told him how important it was to keep absolute control in the bedroom for it would become Cody’s safe haven from his visions.
In there, his mate would be free of all the terrible images he’d carried around for years.
“For coming without permission, I will cage your cock for 24 hours. For not answering when I asked you a question, I will paddle you ten times on each cheek. For speaking without permission, you will wear a butt plug tonight so you remember who you belong to. Your ability to speak in this room will always be controlled by me. Do you accept your punishments?”
Cody’s body responded to the mastery of his mate. His nipples became hard little nubs as his cock grew. Oh yes, I want this. “Yes, sir.”
Dylon walked over to their closet and retrieved a wooden paddle his Shaman had given him. Sitting at the foot of the bed and petting his lap, he said, “Come here, my pet and take your punishment for not answering my question.”
Cody rose, approached his mate, then draped himself across the sweatpants-covered legs of the man who owned him, body and soul.
He felt Dylon adjust the placement of Cody’s cock and knew instantly he was not going to be allowed to come as he had with the previous spanking.
Settling his riotous emotions, he tried to still his body while waiting for the first swat to land.
His plump bubble butt was still rosy from the spanking he’d been given several hours before but knowing they would receive more punishment only excited him more; he couldn’t control the flexing of his ass cheeks.
Lowering one hand to touch the perfect globes, Dylon felt a shudder go through his mate. He loved how they felt in his hand and started to rub and massage them. A deep guttural moan rose from his chest as he felt his cock grow hard. This was punishment for him too. He wouldn’t come either.
Without warning, he swung the paddle which landed with a loud smack on one cheek resulting in a grunt from Cody.
Rubbing his hand over the deep red paddle print on his mate’s left buttock, he could feel the heat.
Then he swatted the other cheek, taking time in between each smack to caress and sooth his mate’s paddled globe.
Twelve more times Dylon raised and lowered the paddle, each time just a little bit harder, knowing his mate needed it.
By the sixteenth time, his mate was sobbing, as the pain from the paddling consumed his body.
Dylon paused, waiting to hear a safe word but none was uttered.
The Shaman told him how important these punishments were in helping his mate deal with the guilt he had over the plight of the people in his visions, yet it was breaking Dylon’s heart to listen to Cody’s sobs.
Stepping outside the rules the Shaman had given him, he asked Cody, “Ma moitié, do you want me to stop?”
Cody understood how hard it was for his mate to administer these punishments but he needed and wanted them. His crying caused by the paddling was cathartic and was helping him restore his soul. “No, sir, please continue.”
Now Dylon had two left to do, one on each cheek. By now, Cody was wailing, but his cock had hardened and now pointed straight down at the floor.
Keeping his legs open to prevent any friction on his mate’s cock, Dylon raised the paddle and brought it down on the deep red left cheek.
Lifting it, he placed his hand on it and felt the heat the paddle had inflicted.
He paused. Then, rubbing the soon to be paddled right globe, he listened to the sobs coming from his mate.
After completing the last stroke and throwing the paddle on the bed, Dylon lifted his mate and settled him on his lap.
Hearing the quick hitches in his mate’s crying, he knew Cody was feeling pain. Hugging him close, he rubbed soothing circles over Cody’s back. After his mate stopped crying and was once again calm, he asked, “Do you know why I needed to do your punishment?”
“Yes, sir. Because I didn’t answer you.”
“That’s partly correct. But also, because you needed it. Do you understand?”
Cody started to silently shake his head before remembering the rule. “No, sir. I don’t understand that.”
Dylon took one of Cody’s hands and caressed it while answering, “You needed to know that this is your safe space. If I had just forgiven you for your mistakes, you would worry I didn’t care enough about you to make sure you obeyed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now let me dry your tears and cage your cock. My parents will be arriving soon.” Helping his mate stand, Dylon heard a hiss when his hand brushed against Cody’s rear.
Chuckling, he got up and headed to his bag in the closet.
Rummaging around, he found what he was looking for.
Grabbing another butt plug he walked over to Cody. “Bend over the bed, my pet.”
Lubing the plug, he watched as Cody placed himself perfectly, even lifting his ass and spreading his legs.
Dylon gave it just a light coating since his mate still had most of his cum in his channel.
This time he’d picked one that ended with a diamond.
Spreading Cody’s cheeks gently, he pushed the tip into his mate’s hole, very slowly, until it had reached the widest part.
Keeping it there, he heard Cody’s low moan as the nerves around it sent those delicious streaks of pain up his groin.
Then Dylon pushed it the rest of the way in, before pulling it in and out until it moved with ease.
Finally, seating it properly, he took a step back and smiled. Just gorgeous.
Grasping his mate’s waist, he pulled him upright.
Moving in front of him, Dylon sat on the bed.
Cody’s cock had lost its hard-on and would fit nicely into the cock cage.
Placing it on his mate’s cock and securing it around Cody’s balls, Dylon snapped it shut and locked it.
Tugging on it and finding it secure, he looked up at his mate.
Cody was staring at his cock encased in stainless steel.
He saw how effective it was when he felt his cock try to harden only to be trapped by the device.
Oh, this is going to be delicious torment since I get hard every time my mate touches me.
He shifted from foot to foot and immediately felt his butt plug lightly touch his prostate.
Moaning, he realized tonight would require all his concentration to prevent the pain his cock would feel if he got an erection. My mate is wicked!
Watching Cody’s face, Dylon saw his mate’s epiphany when he realized the effect the two devices would have on his body.
Cody’s focus would now be on preventing a hard-on instead of thinking about the horrors of his visions.
He smiled as Cody kept shifting from foot to foot, wanting the pleasure the plug was giving him but stopping suddenly when his cock started to harden.
Dylon knew the pain Cody felt from the paddling would soon fade due to the quick healing powers of a wolf, but Cody could not escape the deviltry of the hardware he would wear tonight.
Dylon stood, and after giving his mate a quick slap on his ass, sauntered over to pick out the clothes Cody would wear.
Searching through his mate’s closet, he found what he was looking for.
Grabbing them along with some clean duds for himself, Dylon headed back to his mate and said, “These are the clothes you’ll wear tonight. ”
Cody glanced at the tight skinny jeans he usually wore to clubs and knew they would show his cock cage. How do I feel about everybody knowing? He shivered—excited but not sure if he was comfortable with the idea. His eyes moved to his mate’s face, searching for the answers there.
“I know what you’re thinking and yes I want your cock cage to show. However, you will be meeting my parents for the first time so you will wear this t-shirt which is long enough to cover it.” Sitting on the bed again, Dylon said, “Position, my pet.”
Cody knelt again, but this time carefully arranging his very sore cheeks so they weren’t touching anything. His cock tried to harden as the plug shifted and pressed his gland. Making micro movements, Cody finally found a place of comfort and then waited.
Quiet settled in the room as Dylon studied his mate for any signs of distress.
Finding none, he said, “You and I both know why I’m doing this, but you are afraid about what other people will say if they find out you have totally submitted to me.
Frankly, I don’t care since what we do in the privacy of our bedroom is only our business.
However, you are not ready for anyone to know so I will always make sure that anything I require of you will not be seen by anyone else until you’re ready for it.
Do you understand? And you may speak freely now. ”
“Yes, sir, I understand. But what if I’m never ready?” asked Cody, afraid he would fail his mate if that happened.
“Then that’s okay,” Dylon said, “you’ll never disappoint me. Look at me.”
Cody lifted his face, eyes flitting over Dylon’s gorgeous face.
“I love you unconditionally…always and forever. This is our journey and ours alone. I’ve seen your visions, I know your torment and I feel your pain.
There is nothing about you that would ever disappoint me.
You are the strongest person I’ve ever met and I’m so proud to be your mate.
You’ve seen my role in your life and I will fulfill it to the best of my ability.
So I will push you and prod you to accept who you are. Understand?”
“Yes, sir and thank you. I love you…and need you so badly. I’m afraid…” Cody’s voice faded off as his mind was suddenly filled with his visions again.
Dylon saw what was happening and pulled his mate back to the present. “Pay attention now, my pet. Here are additional rules you will follow; understand?”
“Yes sir,” Cody said as he once again lowered his head, now focusing on his new instructions.
“First rule, unless I instruct otherwise, upon entering our bedroom, you will immediately strip and assume your position at the foot of the bed, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Second, I will chain you by your wrists to the bed each night so there will be no more pain if your visions reappear, understand?”
Oh, that’s good! “Yes, sir.”
“Third, you will receive a maintenance spanking each morning, so you will be reminded how much you mean to me, understand?”
Cody’s cock twitched. “Yes, sir.”
“And the last one for now. In our bedroom, I control you and all decisions will be mine and you will obey them instantly, understand?”
Cody was very relieved. He would have a place to be free of everything, a place where he could concentrate on his mate and pleasing him without worrying about anyone or anything else. A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Yes, sir.”
“Any questions?”
“No, sir.”
Just then Carson knocked, announcing that Dylon’s parents would be arriving in about ten minutes.
“Thank you, Carson. We’ll be out soon,” Dylon replied before grabbing Cody’s pants. “Okay, my pet, stand so I can dress you.”
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Carson walked away from Cody’s room, lost in thought.
Why didn’t my brother answer me? How come I couldn’t mind link with him?
Maybe because he is mated? But I still can with Colton so that doesn’t make sense.
He didn’t trust Dylon even though he was Cody’s mate.
As far as Carson was concerned, Dylon was one of the murderers that killed his family.
It was a thought he kept to himself after Jackson talked to them at breakfast. Yeah, I know, he wasn’t even in the pack when the massacre occurred but he hunted us afterward.
And in my book, that makes my brother’s mate guilty as shit.
Carson made a quick detour to his office, hoping he could find something on the web about Dylon that would prove he couldn’t be trusted.
Shit! Especially now, since Daniel has to be protected.
He needed proof. If he didn’t find any, he would ask Zane to use his computer skills on the dark web to find out about Dylon. In the meantime, he was going to watch him very closely tonight…and Cody, too.
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Rudy frowned as he listened to his contact at the High Council tell him the news he didn’t want to hear. “You mean to tell me, Helen, no one knows where the Vice Chair is? How can that be? He’s the Vice Chair for gods’ sake.”
“I’m sorry Rudy, if I knew I’d tell you. But his assistant only said he was on personal business in California. She didn’t know where. But she gave me his cell number if you want it.”
“No, that’s…” Rudy started to say but changed his mind. “Yes, give it to me, please.”
After scratching it down on a piece of paper and thanking Helen for her efforts, he ended the call, disgusted. Now how am I going to find that punk?