Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Maisy
The sun’s hanging low in the sky when I end my video conference with Daisy.
She looked a little better, if still pale.
I promise to call her every day until I get back to Bad Bear.
She obviously wants me back sooner than later but doesn’t question me about it.
I told her what Matthias told me about monitoring me for more symptoms, and she accepted it.
I don’t tell Daisy about the wedding because I don’t want her to get too excited and think it’s real. We’re going to dissolve it soon, anyway. It’s not real. I don’t want the embarrassment of her thinking it’s something that it’s not.
I also got to check in with Paloma and Wren, who gave me updates on everything. The cafe has a handful of part-time employees plus Ryan and Jenny, our two fulltimers. They can hold the schedule together while Daisy and I are out.
When I finish the call on the balcony, I step back into the bedroom and see a piece of cream-colored paper taped to the cushion. It’s a handwritten note on silky card stock, and the commanding tone in bold, slashing script makes it clear who wrote it.
My beautiful wife,
Go to the bedroom and change into the outfit on the bed. Then follow the instructions on the next note.
Be my good girl, and I’ll give you a reward.
–Your husband and Sir
My pussy is throbbing by the time I’m finished reading.
All through lunch I was dying to come, but Matthias kept me simmering on edge while we talked over some ideas for a scene and decided on safe words (red for stop, green for go, but he’ll also halt and check in if I tell him to stop).
I could mostly ignore it during my phone call home, and after that Matthias was busy, and I’m not supposed to come without his permission.
Being a good girl only amps up my arousal. I like following instructions. And I definitely like being rewarded.
There’s a red dress on the bed next to a second handwritten note.
I slip off the bathrobe and put it on, only to realize it’s less of a dress and more of a sexy baby doll nightie.
The silky fabric slides over my skin, making me feel like a lingerie model.
There’s no bra or panties, just the baby doll top.
For a moment, I feel a flare of fear. Who am I to wear something this seductive?
Then the sparkling rock on my ring finger reminds me. I’m Matthias’ wife.
Still, I feel a little nervous as I pad down the stairs to follow the instructions on the second note.
My beloved bride,
Follow the rose petals to the secret dungeon. I’ll be waiting.
Your husband
Secret dungeon? Stuff’s getting real!
There’s a trail of white petals at the foot of the stairs, leading me down a hall.
Every step makes the baby doll skirt swirl around my thighs, reminding me that I’m bare. My New Year’s resolutions were all about pushing out of my comfort zone, and here I am. Practically naked, so wet I need to clench my thighs together for a moment.
At the end of the hall is a bookshelf. There’s another note instructing me to move aside a book–a collection of love poems–and pull the golden lever behind it. I do, and the entire bookshelf swings open, revealing a hidden door.
Goosebumps cover my skin. I follow the trail of rose petals–pink ones now–down an endless flight of stairs.
A final note waits for me on a pedestal. It’s propped on a vase containing a single red rose.
Sweet wife,
Take this rose between your teeth. At the foot of the stairs, if you dare, crawl to me.
Your Sir
I have to pause and concentrate on breathing to keep from hyperventilating. I’m in a vast room lit by a chandelier and candles flickering in standing candelabra. There are large pieces of polished wood furniture that would look more at home in a medieval dungeon than a modern home.
This is the playroom. The candlelight gives it an otherworldly feel, and I don’t feel like myself either. I feel like the main character in a fantasy story who crawls through a portal to find a new life beyond.
Matthias is across the room. We’re alone.
It’s just us. And that makes it easy to do as I’m told and drop to my hands and knees.
I crawl across the room, following the trail of red rose petals.
The carpet is thick and plushy, but it’s still a challenge.
Thoughts drift through my head–this is silly, I probably look stupid, why am I doing this?
But then I imagine Matthias saying, Good girls get rewards.
I know why I’m doing this. Because he told me to. And obeying him makes my pussy so very wet. My inner thighs are sticky, and any embarrassment I feel is swallowed up by the pounding ache in my pussy.
Still, it’s a relief when Matthias’ bare feet come into sight, and I can kneel up. I keep my head down, savoring the feeling of submission. My head goes quiet.
I’m his, he wants me, and all is right with the world.
He takes the rose out of my mouth and lets it drift over me, caressing me with the petals.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, brushing the rose over my lips. I could come from that alone. He crouches down and draws my head back by my hair, so he can kiss me.
“You’re mine now, Maisy.” He speaks the words like they hold significance then lifts my hair and clasps a necklace around my neck. The diamonds sparkle to match my ring.
Oh my God! He’s collaring me. I’m officially his submissive. I’ve read about this. So hot!
“Crawl to the bed.”
He waits for me to take the lead. I put one hand in front of the other, feeling the air brush my bare pussy. The nightie has ridden up to my waist, and I’m giving him an eyeful. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I let my hips sway.
I’m rewarded with a groan. “You crawl so beautifully.” He brushes the rose over my backside, and I have to stop and dig my fingers into the cream carpet fibers, so I don’t orgasm on the spot.
Something snaps against my upper thighs. The rose stem. He whipped me with the rose stem.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Oh wow. Yummy. I waggle my hips as I crawl, hoping for another spank, but it doesn’t come.
Somehow, I make it to the bed. He helps me up, holding my hand like I’m a lady and not a submissive who just crawled for him. I’m both, I guess.
“You’re glorious,” he tells me. He is, too. He’s shirtless again, with all his chest muscles on display. He’s got black leather pants slung low on his hips.
I’m suddenly viciously jealous of every woman he’s ever played with.
He pushes me to my back on the bed and drags the hem of the teddy up to reveal my bare sex. “Mmm.” He brushes his thumb lightly over my labia, and I shiver.
I want more. So much more.
He drags his middle finger along the slit, parting my nether lips. I’m wet–juicy wet–so the movement drags slick moisture from my entrance up to my clit. He gives it a quick circle and then a tap.
“Show me how you touch yourself, Maisy.”
My gaze seeks his. “Um, I’m not sure. I don’t do it much.”
He arches his brow. He’s in Master Matthias mode, and I love it. “How do you make yourself come?”
I think of all the times I’ve made myself come. Every time I was imagining a moment like this, with him. “I, um, ride a pillow.”
“Roll over,” he commands.
I comply, and he promptly smacks my ass.
“Oh!” I jump.
“What do you say when I give you an order?” He slaps the other cheek.
“Thank you, sir!” I exclaim, trying to get it right. “I mean, yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Lift your hips.” I do, and he pushes a pillow under them and between my legs.
He smacks my ass again several times, but lighter than before. “This is a good girl spanking,” he tells me. “To stimulate your erogenous zones and help you let go.”
I surrender, relieved I hadn’t disappointed him. The spanks are stingy and warm but not painful. He’s right, they do stimulate my pussy and my anus.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he purrs, stopping the spanking to rub and massage my ass. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
His fingers delve between my legs. It seems impossible, but I’m even wetter now, and he drags my slick up to my clit and circles the swollen bud. “What do you think about when you make yourself come?” he asks.
I moan. I’ve lost the ability to speak. It feels too good.
But Matthias slaps my ass, sharply this time.
“Sorry, sir! I, um…” Am I really going to admit it? Screw it, why not? “I think about you.”
Matthias
I freeze as my bear roars to the surface. The Moon Cure is burning off fast. I shouldn’t need more so soon, but I didn’t expect her to reveal all her secrets to me.
My fangs are so sharp, they’re aching. I’m ready to savagely claim her right here, right now. To sink my teeth into her flesh and forever claim her as mine.
She thinks about me.
Biologically, it makes sense. My bear recognized her scent as my fated mate. She’s not a shifter, but on some level, her body must’ve known its master. I’d always suspected the reason I made her so flustered and nervous as a teen was that some part of her knew we belonged together.
The moment I have my bear under control, I crawl over my lovely mate, trailing kisses along her shoulder as my fingers reach under her hips. I cup between her legs, and even though she’s a virgin, her body welcomes my index finger inside her.
“You think about me, beautiful?” My voice is a dark rumble right beside her ear.
I want to fuck her so badly it hurts. But I can’t. Not until she’s ready. Not unless I’m absolutely sure I won’t fuck up, lose control, and hurt her.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I always have.”
Oh, fuck. My lengthened canines graze her shoulder.
Even though I want to breathe in her cinnamon and caramel scent, I pull my head away to avoid the temptation of accidentally on purpose marking her.
I roll my hips against her ass, positioning the bulge of my cock between her legs as the heel of my hand grinds down on her clit.
I stroke in and out of her with my index finger, widening her entrance, training her to take my cock.
“Am I doing this in your fantasies?” I nip her ear and tug.
Her thighs start to tremble beneath mine. She’s almost ready to come.
“Um…”
“Do you remember the rule I gave you, beautiful?”
“Hmm?” She wriggles her hips. Her inner thighs squeeze around my wrist.
I make my voice stern. “You don’t come without my say-so.”
“Oh.” She stops grinding, but her inner thighs still quake, like she’s trying, but failing to relax.
I decide to keep edging her and change up the position before she comes.
Time for a little pain.
I lift off her and pull the pillow out from under her hips. “Roll over, sweetness. I’m going to help you remember to behave.”
Maisy rolls over. Her cheeks are flushed, her blonde hair falls across her face. Her eyes are glassy and dilated. My female is in the throes of lust.
I pick up her ankles and lift her hips in the air, exposing her ass. I don’t spank her hard. Just a light titillation to set every nerve ending on fire.
She pants and wriggles, letting out little cries and mewls that nearly make me jizz in my pants. Despite my pleasure in mastering her, I don’t have the urge to cause her real pain. I’m only interested in her pleasure.
All the times I dommed males and females there, I never once had sex with them. I never let them see me come. From the moment I realized Maisy was mine, I saved my orgasms for her.
It seems Maisy has done the same. All this time, I’ve been the only one for her. Perhaps she’s not so much a late bloomer or as innocent as I thought. Perhaps she’s just been waiting all this time for her one true master.
Me.
When her ass is a perfect hue of pink I stop and rub, sweeping my palm in a circle around her plump globes.
I part her legs. “Bend your knees, beautiful.”
She obeys, and I push her knees up toward her shoulders, lifting and spreading her for me.
“I need to taste my wife.”
I lower my head between her legs and lick into her. Her pelvic floor muscles squeeze, and her thighs jerk closed at the sensation. I hold her open and take my time, tracing inside her labia with my tongue.
She mewls, shivering.
I flick the nub of her clit, and her hips jerk. When I affix my lips over the little nubbin to suck, she shrieks, bringing her hands to my head.
“Matthias…Sir…oh my God.”
“That’s right, beautiful.” I lift my mouth only to growl my approval of her pleasure-taking then return, sucking her labia.
When her pelvic floor contracts again, I say, “You want something inside you, don’t you, sweet girl?”
“Uh huh…yes, Sir,” she moans.
I lick my index finger and screw it inside her. Her channel is tight, and my digits are thick, but she takes it. I push all the way to my last knuckle. “Good girl. You’re taking it so deep, Maisy. Ready for two?”
“Yes, sir.” She has the wanton minx moan down pat.
My dick throbs painfully, pressing against the zipper of the leather pants I found in Lucius’ playroom closet.
Fuck.
I don’t know how much longer I can play with my sweet wife before I lose control of the bear.
I work two fingers inside her and curl them up to stroke her inner wall. I locate her G-spot–the place where the tissue tightens and wrinkles under my fingers, and I massage it.
She goes wild, moaning and thrashing her legs as her pelvis jerks.
“Do you need to come, Maisy-girl?”
“Yes! Yes, please! Yes, sir!” she cries out.
I pump my fingers, making sure I hit her G-spot with the tips of them every time. She squirts in a glorious female ejaculation, and sobs, “Please…please. I need it!”
“Come for me, beautiful.” I keep pumping. “Hold your breath while I count to three,” I say because holding the breath can speed the onset of an orgasm. “One…two…three.” I push my fingers inside her and hold them there, stroking her G-spot.
Maisy screams, her pussy squeezing around my fingers, her legs shaking. She’s glorious. Magnificent.
Mine.
Mine!
Fuck, that’s my bear, roaring to the surface. I suck in a sharp breath and puff it out.
Not yet, I tell him.
Not. Yet.
Even though she’s clearly all in with receiving sex lessons from her new husband, she’s still young and vulnerable. She’s damaged from early childhood trauma before Daisy got custody.
If I claim her now, I’d be taking advantage of a young woman who hasn’t received enough attention and is easy to manipulate.
I shouldn’t. It’s not right. Some day, maybe not tomorrow but maybe in ten years, she could grow up and realize she got bamboozled into mating a dominant male who is way more than she can handle.
Maisy collapses back on the bed, wrung out from her orgasm, and I ease my fingers out and lick them.
“I’ll be right back, beautiful.”
“Okay,” she murmurs sleepily.
My bear snarls, furious that I’m leaving her.
Stay. Down.
I have to get to my medicine bag and shoot up with Moon Cure again.
Fuck. I thought I could handle touching my mate, but this is getting impossible to manage.