35. Henley
HENLEY
“You needed an older man in your life to keep you in line.” The low tone he used to tease me sent a shiver through me, making me even more aware of how naked he was.
Blaine didn’t always notice that because of the shifter thing, but I couldn’t ignore it for long. He was too sexy and too tempting for that.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Playing coy, I shrugged. “I’ve been very helpful while you ran off gallivanting.”
His quiet hum wasn’t a threat but my dick took it that way and tried to get even harder. “Still having trouble behaving, I see.”
Tsking, he shook his head as I tried to hide how excited I was. “Being mouthy…bossy…playing with yourself. Yes, you’re in desperate need of consequences, my boy.”
Yay.
The rush it sent through me had me almost lightheaded and it was like I’d already taken a step outside my body. “I…I’m sorry, Sir.”
Kind of.
Maybe a little.
Getting my way earlier had been important, so I couldn’t apologize too much because I was going to need to do it again on a daily basis while we had the privacy for it. Otherwise, my protective mate wouldn’t get enough exercise…and every shifter group said how important that was.
So yep, being a pain in the ass was going to be necessary…and if that meant I’d get consequences…oh well, there was nothing I could do about it.
“Don’t worry.” Blaine’s hands came down to squeeze my ass. “I’m going to make sure you remember how important being my good boy is.”
I thought it should’ve taken him longer to figure out how to be the perfect Dom, but my mate was evidently a quick learner.
Before I could figure out a teasing response to make sure I got a thorough spanking, he patted my ass. “Inside the trailer, boy.”
Yes!
“Yes, Sir.” I managed to keep my excitement out of my voice, but there was no way to hide my physical reactions from him.
The sparkle in his eyes said he knew how much I wanted the scene even if he was trying to keep a stern expression. “That’s better.”
That just made my knees weak and he knew it.
He could see it too because I had to work at walking slow and not looking like a desperate drunk. But he was patient as I headed into the trailer and watched as I slowly put the gun on a shelf by the bed and the marbles in a small jar I’d hung up by the couch.
Something about the quiet way he watched and slowly nodded as I silently showed him where I’d put everything settled some of the excitement running amok in my head. It was almost quiet as he studied the shotgun now over the door and the bracelet looking innocent on a peg by the sink.
I’d spread everything out as evenly as I could to make sure something was always in reach and just seeing we were as safe as I could make us made it easier to let the rest of the world go.
We had protection.
We were in the middle of nowhere.
My mate had checked every inch of the area and nothing had looked concerning to him.
“Good boy.” Master slowly nodded as I stood by the bed, waiting for him to give me another order. He was stretched out on the small couch, trying to look relaxed and lazy, but I could feel the energy building inside him. “Now your clothes.”
My hands were shaking as I pulled off my T-shirt, but I couldn’t have said why. Master just watched every piece come off, studying me and making my head foggy. He stayed perfectly silent until I was naked, standing there again for him. “Much better.”
The way his eyes scanned down my body had my brain flickering on and off like a broken light bulb. My dick was the only thing fully working and that was because his job was easy and he was an attention whore.
“Turn around slowly.” Master’s voice went deeper, somehow making his drawl even more sexy. “Yes, those cheeks need a bit of color to help you remember your manners.”
God.
Flashing hot and cold only made my dick harder and the rest of me more confused, but I managed the slow turn, showing off the cheeks he was going to spank.
I must’ve done it right because he rose off the couch as soon as I’d finished my circle. Master filled the room like he was twice the size he usually felt and it made me helpless in the best possible way. There was no fear…no problems we had to handle…no one coming for us…my Master was in charge.
“You’re going to be my good boy by the time I’m done with you.” Master turned me to face the bed and kissed the back of my neck as he stroked his hand over one cheek. “Sweet and eager to please.”
I couldn’t help whimpering and it got a low chuckle from him that just made me stupid.
It turned off the last brain cells that’d been working overtime to function, and I was left hard and floaty and generally just feeling like I didn’t have a thought in my head.
It was wonderful.
My whole body sparked as he patted the cheek he’d been petting. “On the bed, naughty boy.”
Spaghetti legs were not good for walking, so I was grateful for the small trailer as I stepped over to the mattress. Master made a quiet, pleased hum and I could feel him moving closer. “Good boy. Arch up. Yes. That’s a very nice view.”
I wasn’t sure how I managed to blush when all the blood in my body was in my dick, but somehow my face made a valiant attempt at it as I crawled into the middle of the mattress. There was nothing I could say to that even if I’d been able to talk, so I tried to stay quiet.
I wasn’t very good at that.
Somehow I ended up whining again and my hand was an utter asshole and tried to grab my cock. Master cleared his throat as one eyebrow went up, but the damage was done. “You haven’t learned your lesson.”
I.
It.
I.
Master climbed on the bed as he shook his head. “I know how we’ll correct this.”
A spanking.
“I’ve got a list of tools we’re going to stop for the next time we find the right kind of store.
” His casual tone made it hard to grasp he was talking about an adult store, but I found myself nodding anyway.
“Yes, we’re going to need a few things to work on your behavior, but I’ve done my research. ”
I.
He.
That.
Reaching up to the small cabinet above the bed where his clothes were stored, he smiled as he reached in and pulled out something I couldn’t see. “The internet makes research easy these days.”
I couldn’t imagine life before it.
Wait.
What?
“Crawl to me, boy.” My knees started moving before my brain caught up to the situation but it got a smile from Master. “Good boy.”
Whimpering seemed to be all I could do and that just made it even more humiliating…and arousing.
My dick was the biggest attention whore on the planet.
When I was next to Master, he picked me up and arranged me so I was straddling his lap. “That’s better. Let’s get this fixed so you can’t be naughty with it any longer.”
Huh?
Oh.
He.
That.
Master smiled as I gaped at the cock ring in his hand. “It’s amazing what your Walmart has stocked in the personal care section.”
I knew he hadn’t just bought shampoo.
“Because I’m nice, I’m going to let you keep your erection.” He smiled like he was giving me a reward but I was having a hard time processing anything but the way he was working the ring down my shaft. “You’re going to look cute like this.”
Somehow the word cute when accompanied by a cheek kiss made me blush too. “Oh. Look at you.”
And that…that made me blush too.
By the time he had my cock trapped with the ring, I was shaking and he was grinning ear to ear. “Oh, that’s so cute.”
I.
He.
Giving me another peck, he lifted me up and laid me across his lap before I could process what was happening. “Now you can’t come and get in even more trouble. I’ll let you thank me for that later. Consequences first, though.”
My spanking.
He.
I.
Oh.
One spank was all it took to fry all remaining higher brain function.
Pain and pleasure fired through me as he started spanking me, making soft pleased sounds as he alternated between each cheek. “Yes, this is going to help you make better decisions.”
Maybe?
I’d have to think about that…later…much later.
He chuckled when my hips bucked without my permission. “You’re going to remember to be my good boy every time your cock gets hard.”
How could he sound so nice and like such a Dom at the same time?
“No…no wiggles, naughty boy.” Before I could wonder if I’d wiggled and how I could do it again, he paused my spanking and moved my hands behind my back. “Let’s help you be my good boy.”
Oh…that sounded dangerous.
It was.
Somehow he produced one of the ties he’d insisted he needed and used it to bind my hands behind my back. They were restrained just wide enough that he could leave me that way for a long time and tight enough that my entire body started to float.
“Yes, that’s much better.” There was a hint of embarrassment firing through me as he ran his hand over my head like I was a puppy, but my brain couldn’t hold on to it.
It couldn’t hold on to anything because it floated away before the wave of pain and pleasure could finish flooding through me.
When reality started getting clearer again, the first thing I noticed was fingers in my ass and his other hand stroking my head. Master was softly humming a song I couldn’t place as he stretched my opening, sounding relaxed like he was enjoying his favorite hobby.
Part of me knew I’d be embarrassed about that later but it was a tiny piece that was easy to ignore.
Thinking took more effort than I could produce at the moment.
“There’s my good boy.” I got a quick peck to the top of my head as he finally eased his fingers out, and he chuckled when I whined and tried to hump his lap. “That’s not going to help.”
Because of the cock ring.
Shoot.
Just thinking about it had my dick trying to get harder and the fuzzies coming back in because being trapped was amazing.
“And you’re still tied and helpless, aren’t you, baby?” I nodded in response to his question, but it was completely out of reflex. “That’s my good boy.”
I was definitely his because he picked me up and shifted me to the bed, head down and ass up. It was like I weighed nothing.
He could hold me down and I’d never get away.
He could pin me down and use me however he wanted.
He could bring me to the edge over and over no matter how much I begged to come.
Another wonderful sting vibrated through me and somehow made my head foggier and clearer at the same time. “Such a pretty boy.”
Me.
“My needy boy.” Master’s hands gripped my hips so hard I hoped I’d have bruises later, but as I started to beg, the head of his cock pressed into me in one smooth motion.
Talking might’ve been the goal but all I got out was a long moan as Master sighed. “Beautiful.”
Just the tone of his voice, loving and low, had love and pleasure rolling through me, but as soon as he started moving, it was like going from a firecracker to a flamethrower.
His hands held me tight as he pounded into me, but I could feel his love and all the softer things that came wrapped in it with every rough thrust. The difference between the emotions and the way he was using me made my head swim and pushed my desire even higher.
The nearly painful stretch…
The way his love came through me in waves…
His fingers pressing into me…
Happiness rolling from him like it could swallow me…
My hard cock begging for release…
Our bond pulsing with something possessive…
He pushed me back and forth between so many extremes all I could do was hold on to the bond and let him claim me…use me…own me.
When he finally pushed my ass higher and nailed my prostate, the world spun out of control and it felt like I shattered into a million pieces. He cried out behind me, filling me and wrapping himself around me as he forced my orgasm to keep going until everything grayed out.
As reality came into focus again, I was the little spoon and his soft cock was pressed against my ass. I must’ve moved or done something because he kissed my neck and exhaled against my skin as he hugged me tight. “There you are.”
“You just keep…that was…” Closing my eyes as he chuckled, I tried to glare at him but that took too much work.
“So that’s all it takes to make you speechless, huh?” Kissing me again, he radiated happiness and pride. “I’ll be careful of that next time.”
“Never.” That was amazing. “That. Every time. That.”
I didn’t want there to be any confusion about just how perfect it’d been. “Please.”
Barely holding back more laughter, he kissed me again and snuggled against me. “So I don’t need to worry I didn’t do it right?”
“You find the most amazing information online.” His internet must be completely different than mine. “A-plus. Grade A. Top-notch. Whatever that Latin thing that means you’re the top in the school is.”
I could never remember which was which.
Blaine shook against me in silent laughter, but I could feel the way some of the tension left his body. If he’d been worried about pleasing me, he shouldn’t have been. Every instinct he had with me was amazing and I’d known I was the center of his world from the first time we’d met.
Monster or human.
Shifter or man.
There’d never been any doubt in my head that I belonged to him.
“You know you’re finally going to have to tell me all your fantasies now.
” Still feeling pleased with himself, Blaine shifted his hold so he had my wrists trapped with one hand.
It was just enough to send tiny sparks through me and his low moan said he knew it.
“I figure it’s going to take at least another seventy years to get to know every one of them. ”
Tears prickled at my eyes even though I couldn’t have said why.
Blaine must’ve known that too because he kissed my head again, holding me tighter with his wonderfully inhuman strength. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Nodding felt right but I couldn’t get words past the lump in my throat.
“My mate. My lover. My boy. My partner. My teacher. My savior.” He kissed me again as tears trailed down the side of my face. “You are everything to me and there won’t be a single day I forget that. The day you found me will always be the day you brought me back to life.”
Rolling me in his arms, he kissed my damp cheeks, smiling at me. “You gave me a family again. I will spend the rest of my life thanking the fates and every god ever worshiped that they gave us to each other. I love you, my mate.”
“I…” Swallowing, I tried again to get the words out. “I thought I’d be alone forever.”
I’d have deserved it too.
“You’ll never be alone again, baby.” Pressing his forehead against mine, my sexy murder kitty smiled. “I’ll track you to the ends of the earth and beyond to find you. I crossed time for you, my mate. Nothing will keep us apart.”
No matter how improbable it all should’ve been, I knew in my heart we’d spend the rest of our lives and beyond together. Fates or gods or happy little accidents…it seemed like someone in the universe loved second chances and murder kitties.
And I was going to be eternally grateful for the amazing gift I’d been given.
My mate.