Chapter 2 #3
And then he added, “If you don’t obey, you’ll be punished. We need to be clear on that. Eventually, punishment won’t include safewords, but we’ll work our way to that.”
Fuck, her clit heated between her legs and her pussy clenched on nothing. She took a drink of her sangria, emptied the glass, and poured some more.
“Yeah. Okay.”
He knew he’d rattled her and seemed pleased with himself. “Glad we agree.”
She had more questions, and she focused on them rather than her body’s reaction.
“How much do your brothers know about your kinks?”
He didn’t look away. “Most all of them.”
The idea that all those men, and possibly the women, knew her kinks had to mesh with his if they were together hit her as embarrassing, at first. But then she realized it was no different from the culture around BDSM clubs, where everyone knows everyone’s kinks, and no one has to hide who they really are.
There are no secrets when everyone watches you being taken apart, piece by piece.
She’d never been bothered by her friends in the scene knowing her kinks, and the MC would be similar — a community with its own culture, accepting of kinks and likely a lot of other things she had no idea about yet.
She nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I heard Razor belting Matty in the middle of the night, and Bubbles spanking Lexi. Clearly, the rooms downstairs aren’t soundproof, and the club accepts impact play, at least.”
“The club accepts pretty much anything as long as it’s consensual.
” His head tilted. “Some of what happens with the sweetbutts might seem to lack that, but they can walk out the door anytime they want. If they choose to stay, they have to obey or accept punishment, but if at any time they say, “Let me leave,” we’ll untie them and escort them out. ”
Right, the other women had told her the same thing the night before, but it was nice to hear it verified.
Time for her next point. “Speaking of the sweetbutts, it goes without saying that you won’t be fucking them anymore, right? No more tying them up and playing with them.”
He went still. Set his sangria down carefully.
And spoke his next words with even more care.
“I won’t be fucking them, but… Duke still belts sweetbutts when they need it.
Bash, too. They don’t fuck them anymore, but they still interact with them in what I think are appropriate ways, and clearly, their ol’ladies do, too.
” He met her gaze. “I assumed I’d still be rigging them.
Getting them ready for other people to fuck. It’s what I do. What I’m good at.”
She considered that.
The ropework wasn’t sex for him. It was craft. And in front of an audience, it would be performance. She’d watched his hands wrap the rope and tie the knots, but… she’d thought that would just be for her.
She considered it, before speaking, and realized she also knew what belonged to her. Knife and his wolf had claimed her, even though she hadn’t actually seen his wolf yet. He was hers, she was his, and him rigging the sweetbutts for his brothers wouldn’t change that.
She met his gaze. “You’ll need a helper.
Someone else is going to situate the crotch rope.
You don’t touch their pussy or asshole, don’t fuck with their clit in any way.
” She sounded more like a Dom than a submissive, and she didn’t much care at the moment.
Just to be clear, she added, “Your hands don’t go on anyone else’s private parts.
And your dick doesn’t go in anyone else’s holes. ”
She sat back. “But yeah, tying them up is kind of performative for you. I get that, but there’s a limit.”
He looked at her a moment before saying, “Neither I nor my wolf has any desire to fuck anyone else, and the fact you changed your whole fucking life, a huge part of who you are, just so we can be together, tells me you feel the same.” A pause.
“If you don’t want me doing the crotch rope, I can deal with that. ”
She nodded and stared at him, and he grinned. “I love you, and I respect you. We’ll figure it out.”
She’d whispered it against his neck the night before, and it was time to say it in the daylight.
“I love you, too. More than I ever thought possible.”
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Knife knew there were all kinds of hurdles to get through, but he couldn’t tell her some of it, and felt it best not to tell her the rest.
His brothers needed to get to know the true Tuesday, and if she knew how much was riding on them liking her, she’d get all nervous about it.
And that wouldn’t do.
So for now, he sat across the table from her and looked forward to doing so for the next ten-plus decades.
He hated what she’d done to make it happen, but he couldn’t argue with the results.
If he had his choice in the matter, she’d go back to Kenny and beg to be admitted back into the pack, and he’d leave the club — but she hadn’t been joking about being her own person and making her own decisions outside of sex.
He’d fallen in love with a damned hardheaded wolf, and he didn’t want to change her.