Chapter 4
FOUR
Bram
Saturday arrives both too quickly and not quickly enough.
I spend the entire day distracted at work, burning someone's latte, giving another customer the wrong pastry, nearly dropping an entire tray of croissants. My coworker finally pulls me aside around three.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
She raises an eyebrow. "You've been staring at the espresso machine for five minutes."
I look down. Steam is pouring from the wand I forgot to turn off.
"Sorry."
She laughs. "Hot date tonight?"
Heat floods my face. "Something like that."
By the time my shift ends, I'm practically vibrating with nervous energy. I go home, shower twice, change my clothes three times before settling on dark jeans and a simple button-down shirt that doesn't make me look like I'm trying too hard.
Then I take the elevator down into Velvet Fang.
The club is already alive when I arrive. Crimson lights pulse against black marble. Music thrums beneath my boots. The scent of leather, smoke, and arousal fills my lungs as I step into the main corridor.
The vampire receptionist greets me with a knowing smile. "Welcome back, Bram."
"Thanks."
"Your domme reserved the Moon Suite again."
My heart skips. "She did?"
"She's waiting for you."
I make my way through the club, hyper-aware of every monster I pass. A werewolf couple walks by holding hands. A demon lounges against the bar with his submissive curled against his side. Everything feels familiar and electric at the same time.
Then I see her.
Seraphina strides toward me wearing a black leather mini skirt and matching bra that makes my brain short-circuit.
Her breasts push against the top of the bra, threatening to spill over with every step. The cups barely contain her, and the way they jiggle as she walks makes my mouth go dry. Her silver hair falls in a sleek curtain down her back. Her violet eyes lock onto mine with predatory amusement.
My cock hardens instantly.
She stops directly in front of me, close enough that I can smell jasmine and something darker, more intoxicating.
"Hello, little bear."
"Hi, Mommy." The words come out rougher than I intended.
Her smile sharpens. "You're staring at my tits."
Heat floods my face. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize." She reaches out and trails one finger down the front of my shirt. "I wore this specifically so you'd stare."
My breath catches.
"Such a perverted little bear," she murmurs. "Getting aroused by Mommy's tits before we've even started."
Her hand slides lower, brushing over the hard length straining against my jeans. I close my eyes and grunt, the sound rumbling deep in my chest.
"Already so hard for me," she praises softly.
I can barely think. My entire body feels hot and tight and desperate for her touch.
But then she pulls her hand away.
"There are rules tonight," she says firmly.
My eyes open. "Rules?"
"I want to ease you back into being my submissive." Her expression softens slightly. "So first, we'll start with something small."
Relief and disappointment war inside me. "Okay."
She takes my hand and leads me through the club toward the Moon Suite. The door closes behind us with a soft click, and suddenly the noise of the club fades to a distant murmur.
The room looks exactly as I remember it. Deep burgundy walls. Golden sconces. The massive bed draped in black silk.
Seraphina turns toward me. "Sit."
I obey immediately, lowering myself onto the edge of the bed.
"Good boy."
Those two words make my eyes shine. Something inside me loosens, unravels, settles.
"Kneel beside me," she instructs.
I slide off the bed and kneel at her feet. She sits gracefully on the edge of the mattress, her long legs crossed, one booted foot dangling near my shoulder.
Then she reaches out and runs her fingers through my fur.
I purr. The sound vibrates through my chest before I can stop it.
"There's my sweet bear," she murmurs, scratching gently behind my ears. "So soft. So good."
My eyes drift closed. Every stroke of her fingers makes me melt a little more.
She reaches beside her and picks up something small and plush. When I open my eyes, she's holding a stuffed bear—small and brown with black button eyes.
"For you," she says softly.
I take it carefully, cradling it against my chest. It's ridiculous. I'm enormous and holding a tiny stuffed animal. But somehow it makes me feel safe.
"Do you like it?" she asks.
I nod, not trusting my voice.
She smiles. "Good."
Then her fingers return to my fur, stroking slowly along my neck, my shoulders, the sensitive space between my ears. I lean into her touch, my mind going quiet and fuzzy.
"Would you like to play with Mommy's breasts?" she asks suddenly.
My eyes fly open. Heat floods my face. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Mommy."
She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. The fabric falls away, revealing her perfect breasts—full and round, with dusky pink nipples already hardening in the cool air.
"Go ahead," she says softly.
I reach out carefully, cupping one breast in my enormous hand. It overflows my palm, soft and warm and perfect. I squeeze gently, and her nipple hardens further beneath my thumb.
"Good boy," she breathes. "Touch me however you want."
I bring my other hand up, groping both breasts now, kneading them gently. They feel incredible—comforting and arousing at the same time. I brush my thumbs over her nipples and watch them peak, watch her back arch slightly.
My mind slips further into that quiet, safe space where words don't matter as much. Where everything narrows to sensation and trust and the warmth of her skin beneath my hands.
My cock throbs almost painfully inside my jeans.
Seraphina notices. Her hand slides down to cup me through the fabric. "What does my little boy want?"
I whimper.
"Does he want Mommy to touch his cock with a feather?" she asks teasingly.
I shake my head frantically.
"No?" She squeezes gently. "Does he want Mommy's hands?"
I shake my head again, even though part of me desperately wants exactly that.
Her smile widens. "Does he want Mommy to use her mouth on his poor, aching cock? Let him come inside her mouth?"
I nod so hard my ears flop.
"Then we need to get you undressed," she says. "Can you do that for Mommy?"
I hesitate.
Her expression shifts, becoming more attentive. "What is it?"
"I want..." I swallow. "I want to be tied up."
Her eyebrows lift. "Tied up?"
"I want to feel restricted. I want you to have your way with me while I can't move."
Understanding floods her features. "You want to surrender completely."
I nod.
"Would you like to be blindfolded, too?" she asks, smiling.
"Yes, Mommy."
"My sweet, brave boy." She kisses my forehead. "I'll take such good care of you."
She retrieves soft rope from a cabinet beside the bed—enchanted rope that won't chafe or hurt but will hold firmly. Then she guides me onto my back on the bed and begins binding my wrists above my head, securing them to the headboard.
The moment the rope tightens, something inside me relaxes.
I test the bonds. They hold. I'm trapped. Helpless.
Safe.
Then she produces a black silk blindfold. "Last chance to change your mind."
"I trust you," I whisper.
Her expression softens. She leans down and kisses me gently before sliding the blindfold over my eyes.
The world goes dark.
Immediately, every other sense sharpens. I can hear the rustle of fabric as she moves. Can smell jasmine and arousal. Can feel the mattress dip as she climbs onto the bed beside me.
Her fingers trail along my stomach, tracing the line of fur there. I shiver.
"So sensitive," she murmurs.
Her hands move to the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one with maddening slowness. Cool air kisses my chest as she peels the fabric away.
"Beautiful," she says softly.
Then her fingers move to my jeans. The button pops. The zipper slides down. She tugs everything off in one smooth motion, leaving me completely naked and exposed.
My cock springs free, hard and aching.
"Look at this," she breathes. Her hand wraps around me, stroking once from base to tip. "So big. So perfect."
I groan.
"You knot me so well," she continues, her voice low and husky. "Fill me so completely. I love feeling you swell inside me."
Her thumb swipes over the head of my cock, smearing the wetness there. I buck involuntarily against her hand.
"Easy," she soothes. "Mommy's going to take care of you."
Then I feel her breath—warm and soft—ghosting over the tip.
My entire body goes rigid.
Her tongue flicks out, licking a slow stripe along the underside of my cock. I make a strangled sound.
"Shhh," she whispers. "Just feel."
Then her mouth closes over me.
Wet heat engulfs the head of my cock as she sucks gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. I moan, the sound raw and desperate.
She takes me deeper, inch by inch, until I feel myself hitting the back of her throat. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, stroking what she can't fit in her mouth.
"Mommy," I gasp. "Fuck, Mommy."
She hums approvingly, the vibration traveling straight through me. Then she starts moving—bobbing her head slowly, taking me deep before pulling back to focus on the tip.
I can hear the wet sounds of her mouth on me. Can feel her tongue doing something absolutely devastating along the underside. Can feel the suction every time she hollows her cheeks.
My hips try to thrust upward, but the restraints hold me in place. I'm completely at her mercy.
One of my hands strains against the rope, wanting desperately to touch her hair. I manage to reach, my fingers barely brushing the silky strands. But I don't hold or yank. I just touch, gently, letting her know I'm here.
"Such a good boy," she murmurs around my cock. "Not pulling. Not demanding. Just trusting Mommy."
Her praise makes my chest swell.
She speeds up slightly, her hand and mouth working together in a rhythm that's driving me insane. I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, heat coiling tighter and tighter.
"Mommy," I warn. "I'm close."
"Come for me," she says firmly. "Come in Mommy's mouth."
That's all it takes.
My orgasm slams into me like a freight train. I roar, my back arching off the bed as I empty myself down her throat. She swallows every drop, her mouth still working me through the aftershocks until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
Finally, she releases me with a soft pop.
I lie there panting, my entire body flushed and satisfied and boneless.
She climbs up beside me and carefully removes the blindfold. Light floods my vision, and I blink until her face comes into focus.
She's smiling down at me, gentle and proud.
"How do you feel?" she asks.
"Perfect," I whisper. Then, before I can stop myself: "I love you, Mommy."
Her eyes shine. She leans down and kisses me softly. "I love you too, my sweet little bear."