Chapter 15 #2
“Excuse me?” I hoped he’d take my teasing for what it was worth.
His eyes sparkled. “You know what I’m talking about. It might seem insignificant to you, but to Mason, who wants to serve, it could mean everything.”
Images started flashing in my mind. Mase on his knees, servicing me. Mase with his legs in the air while I pummeled his hole. Me with my face buried in his neck, leaving my mark. My cock jerked in my jeans.
John laughed. “We can smell arousal, you know.”
“Shit.” I put my hands in my lap. “I’m sorry.”
He waved dismissively. “Wolves are sexual creatures. I’m inundated by pheromones every damn day. I’m not at all interested, but I even get hard smelling when two dudes get it on. My wife is always exhausted about an hour after I get home.”
“Would keeping Mase sexually satisfied solve the problems?”
He shook his head. “I wish it were that simple. Mason needs structure, discipline, and direction. If he doesn’t have all three, he’s going to spiral.
It might take a while, but it will happen.
He lives to serve his Dominant in all things, and you’re not allowing him to do that.
” John’s expression grew sober. “And I’ll tell you now, it’s likely he won’t realize he needs these things, because of the years you’ve pushed him in the opposite direction.
Yes, you allow him to make choices, but he craves you making them for him, even if he refuses to admit it. ”
So the whole thing comes down to my attitude, not Mason’s.
I stood. “Thanks, John. I appreciate your time.”
“Of course. My door is always open to any member of the pack. Even our human one.” He leaned closer.
“Kip, I don’t want you to think I’m saying you were wrong with how you acted with Mason.
Far from it. You were unknowingly doing things every Dominant needs to do.
Protecting him. Guiding him. Sheltering his heart.
It’s just that Mason needs more than protection.
He needs a firm hand to show him not only his place but his worth. ”
I would have to try to take the images in my head and have them mesh with the reality Mase was living. I’d been stupid, because I wanted him to live life the way I thought he needed to, not the way that was best for him.
That had to change.
Mason
Kip is late.
He’d called and said he needed to speak with John, but he was already an hour later than normal. And yeah, it made me nervous. I don’t know why, but it did. Although I’d been out of sorts quite a bit recently. It was as if I had an itch I couldn’t scratch, and it was driving me up the wall.
I’d spent all day working in the garden, but my mind wouldn’t settle.
And worse, my thoughts weren’t coherent at all.
They were like rainwater slipping through my fingers.
I needed… something, but I had no idea what.
I knew I should talk to Kip about it, but he’d been so stressed lately that it seemed like a bad idea.
The door opened and I rushed to the living room.
“About time,” I barked. “Do you know how worried I’ve been about—”
His sharp stare cut off my anger instantly.
I caught my breath. “Kip? Are you okay?”
He didn’t reply, but stood there staring. It was unnerving.
“Have I done something wrong?” My heart hammered. “Are you mad at me?”
Please don’t let him be mad at me.
“We need to talk.” Kip pointed to the couch. “Have a seat.”
“Don’t you want dinner first?”
“No, I want you to do what I asked you to.” His eyes met mine. “Sit down, Mason.”
It should have annoyed me, but his words seemed to reach into my brain and flick a switch, flooding my head with dopamine.
It felt as though I was high on his words.
I moved quickly to the sofa and sat down, looking up at him as he stripped off his jacket and hung it on the hook.
Then he came to where I was sitting and took the spot beside me.
“Kip? Are you okay?” My voice shook.
“I… don’t know.”
“Have I displeased you?”
For a split second his eyes widened, but then they returned to normal. “No. I mean, not really.” He huffed out a breath. “Look, I’m not going to beat about the bush with this. You deserve better. I talked with John today, and he told me I’m not being the Dominant I need to be.”
Anger coursed through me. “Fuck him!” I snapped. “He has no say in—”
“Stop, Mason.”
And there went that switch again.
I did as he ordered. “I’m sorry.”
“He told me what an Omega was. What you needed. I… never thought about it in those terms. I figured my way was the right way, but I never once thought about your reality.”
My heart quaked.
“I don’t understand,” I croaked. “Are you trying to tell me this isn’t working out?”
Fuck, please don’t say that.
This time his eyes did widen. “Oh. No, baby, that’s not what I’m saying at all. John says you need a firm hand, that you live to serve, and that I’m doing you a disservice by not allowing you to do that.”
I let his words filter through my head for a bit, then admitted something to him. “I don’t like it when you help me with the dishes.”
“What?” He frowned. “That was random.”
“I want to take care of you. Of our house. I understand your parents split the housework, and that works for them. In our place, though, I’m not your mother. I have a purpose, and it’s being in your service in all things. I want to cook for you. Clean for you. Blow you when you walk in the door.”
He smirked. “I kinda like that idea.”
“I’m serious,” I protested. “What gives me joy? Servicing you. Fuck, I don’t even care if I don’t get off—seeing you get there is everything. I want to take care of you so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
“But that wasn’t how I was raised,” he admitted.
“And I get that, but it’s how I was raised.
I love you. I love my life. I’m not saying I want us in a polycule, because I don’t.
I absolutely hate the idea of sharing you with anyone.
But, if that’s what you want, I’ll adjust. It might take some time, so I’d need you to be patient with me, but I’d do it. ”
He pulled me into a hug. “No, that is most definitely not what I want, and it never will be. You’re more than enough for me.” He stilled. “So you’re saying you want me to be stricter?”
“Want? No. Need? Yeah. My mind aches for you to give me an order, because it tells me you love me.”
“And you’re sure this is what you want?” He seemed hesitant. “I mean, you won’t be hurt?”
“I think I’m more hurt by not being who I should be.”
“All right, we’ll give it a try, but I need you to promise me something. If we do it and you don’t like it, you’ll tell me and we’ll stop.”
“Agreed.”
He gave me a predatory smile. “Good. Get on your knees.”
A full body shudder rolled over me at his voice giving me an actual order.
“Yes, Kip.”