Chapter 17
17
JOHNNY
When I got out of the shower, my cock was so hard I could drill into rock with it.
Fuck. My mate wanted me to put her in cuffs, spank her plugged ass, and use a vibrator on her. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
This couldn’t get any better.
Oh yeah, actually it could, my wolf reminded me.
I’d teased myself by having licked and kissed along her neck and shoulder. I could claim her as mine forever.
Tonight. Now , my wolf urged.
The light of the nearly full moon glinted through the windows and skylight in the bunkhouse, soaking me with the need to mark her .
But she wasn’t ready for that. She just met me a day ago. I was lucky as hell she’d agreed to come back to Wolf Ranch with me to explore this thing between us some more, but she wasn’t in love yet. She wasn’t willing to spend the rest of her life with me.
She certainly wasn’t ready to find out I was a different species from her. One that had an animal form that ran and howled under the full moon. And even if she was ready for that–how would I ever be able to tell her about my new role with the pack? That I was an enforcer sent out by the Council to eliminate threats to our existence? Meaning, I was a killer.
No, I couldn’t think about that part. It was enough just to fight my nature and not mark her.
I had to be careful. Restraining her with the cuffs would thrill my wolf, but I couldn’t let it off-leash. Couldn’t allow myself to lose control and sink my teeth into her flesh–embed my scent there for all to smell that she belonged to me now.
That could come later. Hopefully before the next full moon, but I’d wait as long as it took. I’d follow this female across the Earth to prove I was her man. That I’d do anything to make her happy, protect her, and fucking please her.
I intended to thoroughly impart that last message tonight.
I stepped into my bedroom .
“Oh, dayum .”
Just as I’d ordered in my bossiest voice, Lyssa lay naked in the middle of the bed, the noisy toy between her legs, her face flushed and eyes bright. The scent of her arousal filled the room and nearly made my canines descend to mark her.
I sucked in deep breath to get my wolf on leash.
Lyssa displayed a nervous sexuality. She was one part vixen, one part embarrassed. She seemed almost ashamed when she admitted she’d never used any toys before. It only made my wolf preen knowing we’d be her first. We’d discover together what made her hot.
Just knowing her first choices were the cuffs, the plug, and the vibrator were telling. She wanted to be controlled. She wanted to give it up. To give me the choices like whether or not a butt plug would be worked into that nice virgin back hole of hers. She wanted it, or she wouldn’t have picked it. But she also wanted me to make her take it.
“Oh baby, that is so hot.” I intended to praise that embarrassment right out of her. “Look how hard you’ve got me.” I left the towel around my waist but looked down at the tent my dick made.
She dragged her lower lip between her teeth as she eyed it.
I stalked toward the bed but stopped at the end. She wanted to be dominated. She’d asked me to spank her. To put her in handcuffs. That meant I needed to give her instructions.
I crooked my fingers at her. “Come off the bed, and let’s see how well you followed my orders.”
I watched the flare of nervous excitement in her expression–part alarm, part thrill. She was a pleaser, I would guess, which meant she’d want to get this right. She wouldn’t want to hear she’d done anything wrong, even if she wanted that spanking.
“Oh, um…” With wide eyes, she fumbled with the vibrator to turn it off then scrambled off the bed and darted over to me.
I took the toy from her hand, dragging my fingers over hers to prolong the contact and make sure she felt my reassurance. I couldn’t stop myself from licking her juices from the vibrator before dropping it onto the bed next to the other toys.
Fuck, she tasted good.
“Put your hands on your head.”
I heard her breath hitch. Her gaze was riveted to mine.
I didn’t say anything more, just waited for her to comply. Her scent had a tinge of anxiety in it that drove my wolf into a frenzy, but I let it ride. That was part of the excitement of submission. The element of danger–even just a pretend one–amplified the pleasure.
I could see her pulse racing at her throat, but her large brown nipples were stiff and hard, and the perfume of her arousal filled my nostrils.
Tentatively, she lifted her hands to the top of her head. Her heavy breasts rose and spread with the movement, like an offering for my mouth, which watered for a taste.
“Good girl,” I praised. I still didn’t touch her although I could tell through her pleading gaze that she wanted me to. “Now spread your legs wide.”
She let out a tiny whimper of desire, eyes still glued to mine as she slid her bare feet wider.
“That’s it, baby. Very good. Now, let’s see how wet you are.” I reached between her legs and stroked two fingers over her slit. “Did you do a good job with that vibrator?”
She trembled when I touched her, like it was almost too much to bear. Her belly shuddered in and out.
“ Ohh .” I made the syllable an exclamation of pleasure when I felt her feminine honey that practically dripped between my fingers.
We were alone in the bunkhouse. No one else lived here at the moment, so she could be as loud as she wanted. And if anyone heard, I didn’t care. They’d know my mate was being well satisfied.
“Yes, you were a good girl, weren’t you?” I kept gliding my fingers through her slick at the same time my other hand came to cup one of her breasts. I brushed my thumb over her taut nipple .
Unsteady, her hands came off her head to fall on my shoulders.
“Uh-uh.” I gave her breast a light slap. “Hands on your head, beautiful.”
She gasped, and her hands flew back to the top of her head.
“I want your body open and available for my exploration.”
Her juices practically gushed between her legs. She liked my brand of dirty talk. Liked being dominated. Good to know. I never thought of myself as bossy or controlling, but I found it natural to be in charge of her. Natural now to take care of my mate’s needs by holding the reins.
I slid one finger up to roll the pad of it over her clit, and she squirmed, shifting her hips right and left and whimpering. “Which do you like better, my finger or the vibrator?”
“Your finger,” she answered immediately.
My wolf gave a growl of satisfaction. I wouldn’t have been offended at all if she’d said the vibrator, but I loved that she preferred my touch.
I wiggled my finger in a quick, vibrating motion, and she let out a sobbing breath. “Ohhh. J.”
Fuck, I loved hearing her nickname for me on her lips. I stopped touching and lifted my finger to my mouth, sucking. “You taste so good, baby,” I said when I pulled it out.
I picked up the furry handcuffs from the bed. “Turn around, Lyssa.”
She blinked. There was a stutter in her energy. I didn’t know how I could tell, but I could. “You can… you can just call me baby when we’re in bed,” she said.
Huh. She didn’t like hearing her name. That was interesting. Something to follow up on later. Right now, I wanted to keep her in the mood.
I lowered my lids to half-mast. “Turn around, baby.”
She immediately complied, turning to face the bed with her hands on top of her head.
I took one wrist, then the other and slowly, gently, pulled them behind her back. “Do you like having control taken away, Ly– baby?”
“Um…”
I snapped one of the cuffs on her wrist, then ran my finger around it to make sure it wasn’t too tight. “Does it help you let go and enjoy yourself?” I snapped the other side in place.
Instinctively, she tugged and tested the hold.
“Yes.” She breathed the syllable with a sound of relief, like she needed me to name a good reason before she agreed to what her body craved.
I put my hands on her waist and shifted her to center her body at the foot of my bed. I’d chosen the large, spacious room with a queen bed, the perfect place to fuck my mate.
“Bend over, baby.”
She hesitated.
I swatted her ass, a little harder than the playful swat before my shower, but nothing rough. “That was an order, beautiful girl.”
She let out a breathy giggle and folded at the waist, hovering above the bed.
I chuckled and pushed her torso down until she lay on it. “Face down, baby.” It occurred to me that with her breast size it might not be the most comfortable position. I grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. “Lift up for a moment,” I commanded.
She did, and I slid the pillow under her chest. Now, her face wasn’t so smashed into the bed, either.
“Good girl. Comfortable, baby?”
“Yes.”
Fuck, she was pretty like this. I gave her ass a slap. “It’s yes, sir, when you’re in cuffs, beautiful.”
I watched her ass-cheeks squeeze together. Her fingers twitched. “Yes, sir,” she panted.
“Mmm.” I rewarded her with a caress of her gorgeous ass. My beautiful mate was so magnificent. “You’re doing so well, baby,” I let her know. “Now, spread your legs again, nice and wide, so I can play with this pretty pussy. ”
She spread her legs wide, and I stroked between them again with one hand as my other stroked up her back and down her side, soothing and caressing her. Trying to show her how fucking beautiful I found her body. I picked up the vibrator and turned it onto the lowest setting. Instead of sliding it inside her, I slid it under her, so her clit rode it.
She moaned and ground down on it, gushing fresh lubricant onto my bed covers.
Fuck, I never wanted the scent of her arousal to leave this room.
I slapped her ass, a little harder than before, and she gasped. “It’s time for your spanking, baby. You’ve been such a good girl, so I’m going to take my time and warm your gorgeous ass slowly. If you need a break, just say, please stop, sir, and I’ll stop. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I stroked a circle around her ass. “Good girl.”