5. Raw Dog
Oliver
All was going splendidly until I dropped a piece of omelette in my lap.
Without missing a beat, Steel slid to his knees out of the chair and ate it. But then froze, looking up at me with the softest, most submissive eyes I’d ever seen.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“Sorry,” he said, starting to get back up. “That was maybe too much. I thought I’d help, but maybe—”
Before he could retreat, I slid my hand around the back of his neck and dragged his face toward my crotch. There was just a thin layer of fabric between his mouth and my quickly hardening cock. He moaned as I rocked my hips against him, showing him just how hard he’d just made me.
“Did you finish eating?” I asked, eyeing his plate on the table. There was still some salad left, but I’d noticed him getting antsy the longer we sat and talked. Truthfully, he felt like someone I could talk to all day long and never get bored of.
But, both of us were restless. Coming once hadn’t been enough. And Steel? He needed more, clearly. His rut seemed to be driving him wild.
“I can’t eat anymore, although it was delicious. But I think I’m starving for you.”
“Big bad wolf,” I teased, but even I felt like I was running a fever.
Brunch was perfect. The salad had been a lovely touch. We drank a lot of water to make sure we stayed hydrated for all our sex, and now my werewolf was kneeling again with his mouth pressed against the outline of my cock.
It felt right to have him like this. Something clicked inside me, the dominant part of me awakening. I’d put away this sexual part of myself for so long.
But here Steel was.
I needed to fuck him.
“I want to know what you like. What you want. Before we do anything else, we should talk about that,” I said. “What do you want me to do to you, Steel?”
His arms lifted, circling around my waist. He held onto me, his face still buried against me.
“I want you to use me. I want to submit everything to you. I want to be collared and leashed and spanked and fucked. I want to please you. I want you to cuff me and torture me just a little bit. And fuck, I want to drown in your scent. I can’t get enough of it.
I feel like your scent was made just for me. ”
He breathed in deep and I smiled, stroking the back of his head. “I want to do all of that to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this, Steel.”
“Good,” he rasped. “I want you to dominate me.”
“I want you to submit to me. And your safe words?”
“I like red, yellow, green,” he said. “Makes everything easy and clear. Red for stop, yellow for slow down or check in, and green for everything is good.”
“I like that too,” I said, making mental notes. “Is there anything you absolutely don’t want? Like figging, perhaps?”
I was teasing, of course, but he cocked his head. “Figging?”
Oh gods. “Uh, it’s when you put a piece of peeled ginger . . . inside you. It creates . . . sensations.”
Steel cocked his head as if he were seriously considering it.
I had been teasing, but now I was curious too.
“Sounds interesting. I wouldn’t be against that.
Maybe we’ll try it. The only thing off the table is blood play.
Blood, ironically, has made me faint before.
When—if—I ever give you a mating bite, I think I’ll have to lie down.
” He sighed dramatically. “I feel this is my greatest fault as a monster.”
I laughed and slid my hand under his jaw, tilting his head up to look at me.
“I don’t think it’s a fault, but I’ll keep it in mind.
How about this . . . You spend the whole weekend here with me.
We explore our kinks and eat delicious food and have a mini escape together.
And then we figure everything else out after? ”
He smiled. “Yes. That sounds perfect.”
“Outside of the bedroom, though, we’re just us. I don’t think I could do this dynamic all the time.”
Steel nodded. “Me either. Well, unless I’m in a rut, then I don’t know. If I’m in a rut, I’ll just be a cock hungry whore.”
“Just like right now, huh?” He let out a gentle moan as I kept stroking his head, running my fingers through his fur. I could get used to this. My throat felt dry as I looked down at him. “Nothing is stopping you from pulling my dick out and sucking me right now.”
His breath was warm against me as he exhaled and sat back on his haunches, regarding me thoughtfully. The air simmered with tension as his claws dragged over the tops of my thighs, light enough not to hurt, but I loved the feel of them.
“But . . .” I interrupted before he could start to pull my underwear off. “I want us to take a few minutes to prep, and then I want to show you my kink stuff.”
Steel groaned. “What if I sucked you off first again?”
I smirked as I stood up, my hand settling on his broad shoulders. “What if you obeyed me like a good little sub?”
“Okay,” he exhaled. “Fine. Yes.”
I helped him stand and kept my fingers interlaced with his as I led him out of the kitchen and back to my bedroom.
We each took a few minutes in the bathroom, and then met back in my room.
The sheets were all torn up and our clothes still strewn over the floors, and it was the sort of mess I loved to see.
“Sit,” I said, pointing to the bench at the end of the bed.
Steel plopped down on it, his eyes tracking me. I opened my closet door and stepped inside the small room, flipping on the light.
At some point in the last year, I’d sort of jumped into the deep end of BDSM. As in, even though I didn’t have a partner, I’d started randomly shopping for kink equipment I was interested in. It’d become a form of daydreaming, wishing that one day I’d find someone who wanted me to dominate them.
I hated how the Barista had seemed to know my innermost thoughts.
But, it seemed to be working in my favor now.
I had a shelf with a few items I’d never used before that I thought Steel might be interested in. I gathered them in my arms, ignoring the way my nerves flared up again. It was normal to be nervous about doing something like this with someone new, right?
I stepped back into my bedroom and stopped in front of Steel, my gaze raking over him. He’d leaned back against the bed, his hips pushed forward by the bench, his cock creating a wet spot of pre-cum on his underwear. He lifted his head, his throat working as he swallowed hard.
“Are you doing okay?” I asked him.
“More than,” he said.
I smiled and carried the equipment to the bed. He turned over, his attention on everything I’d picked out.
A riding crop, leather cuffs, a leather collar and leash, anal plugs, lube, and a fleshlight that was clear so you could see the inside . . .
Selfishly, I wanted to put this thing on him and leave it until he was howling my name.
“For starters,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “What do you think?”
“I think all of it is a yes and you should fuck me now.”
I narrowed my eyes on him, but he looked up at me with big wide eyes, pleading. I may have been the dominant one between the two of us, but Steel already had me wrapped around his claw.
Fuck it.
I pointed at the middle of the bed. “Move up onto the mattress on all fours.”
Steel was so obedient, immediately launching himself into position. His back muscles rippled as he planted his hands, his thighs spreading apart, knees pressing into the blankets. His cock bulged against his underwear, and I made an executive decision that they had to come off now.
I looped a finger under his waist band. “Off with these.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said.
He tugged them off, kicking them off the bed. His cock and balls were heavy and hard, pre-cum glistening as it dripped from him. It was as if he needed to be milked, that’s how much he was carrying.
My gaze slid to the fleshlight.
He’d begged me to use him however I wanted, and I was going to.
I picked up the toy, wondering if it would fit around his cock.
We’d find out. I flipped open the cap to the lube, pushing the other tools out of the way, and knelt on the bed beside him.
Steel sucked in a breath as I poured lube into my palm, and then reached beneath him, gripping his shaft and gliding it up and down until he was slick and ready.
“If anything needs to stop, you’ll tell me,” I said.
“Of course,” he whispered, looking down as my hand stroked him. “Fuck. When can I come?”
A smile traced my lips. “When I tell you.”
“Fuck. Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I mean yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I worked the end of the fleshlight over the head of his cock. “Thrust,” I demanded.
He pushed his hips forward, whimpering as his cock slid inside the toy. His shoulders arched, followed by a throaty moan. “It’s tight.”
Almost too tight, but it fit. I put my hand over the top of his back and pushed. “Chest down. Use one of your hands to keep this secured.”
“Yes—oh fuck.”
I flipped the switch on the fleshlight, and it started to hum as it worked his cock, squeezing and milking. His spine arched, his hips driving forward with a soft cry.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Chest down,” I demanded.
His body collapsed against the bed, one of his hands closing around the toy and keeping it in position as it pulsed around him. I slid off my briefs and closed my hand around my cock, stroking as I watched him. He was so fucking hot like this, whimpering and whining helplessly.
I straddled the backs of his legs as his tail moved to the side. His ass was perfect, his muscles flexing as I parted his cheeks.
“Oli,” he rasped. “I can’t fucking last like this. I’m going to come, and if you’re inside me too . . .”
“Is it too much?” I asked. “Do we need to slow down?”
“No. I want this. I want you inside me.”
“Then come when you need to,” I said. “And thank me every time for it.”
His face buried against the blankets and he moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
I spread lube over his hole, working it around him as he shivered under me. His muscles tensed, his hips suddenly thrust madly for a few moments. I pushed a finger inside him, and then a second, carefully working them in and out until he gasped.
“Fuck! Thank you, Sir,” he gasped, groaning as he came into the fleshlight. His words became a garbled mix of nonsense, his chest heaving with deep breaths as I eased a third finger inside him.
“I can’t wait to put my cock in you,” I grunted, pumping them in and out of him. He clenched around me, his moans muffled by the blankets. “Fuck, you’re going to be tight, aren’t you?”
Steel pushed his ass back toward me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I guided the head of my cock to his hole, enjoying the way my little monster howled as I slowly pushed inside. I took him slowly, easing in, patient and making sure he was stretching around me just right.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good, Steel. Fuck.”
I was breathless as my pelvis bumped against his ass, my cock fully seated inside him.
“Thank you, Sir,” he suddenly cried out.
“Are you coming again?”
He nodded fervently, his voice hoarse as I drew my hips back, withdrawing to the tip.
Claws shredded sheets into ribbons as I thrust forward, filling him in one motion, doing the same motion over and over until our bodies slapped together and he kept thanking me.
I wasn’t sure how many times he’d come, but his fleshlight was overflowing just from having my cock pounding inside him.
I hadn’t felt like this in forever. Everything was right with him.
Having him beneath me, my cock spreading him, his whimpers and moans and cries.
My big tough werewolf loved taking my cock. And I loved that even more.
I gripped his hips, my head tipping back as pleasure speared through me.
I leaned over his body, pressing my forehead against his furred back as my thrusts became faster.
Fuck. I was going to come. I was so close, right there on the edge, chasing the high like it was the only thing keeping me alive.
A rush burst through me, and Steel’s rugged voice rang through the room at the same moment mine did.
I gasped, giving one final pump and burying myself as deeply as I could right as hot cum jerked from my cock in heavy spurts.
“Thank you, Sir,” he panted.
Both of us were breathless. Both of us were orgasmic messes. I smiled against him, breathing in deep.
I ran my fingers through his fur, massaging his muscles until he melted beneath me.
“Turn off the toy,” I whispered.
“I can turn it off, but if I take it off, it’s going to be a mess.”
“I don’t care. We’ll put on new sheets. I have a mattress protector.”
“It’s going to be a lot.”
“Steel,” I chuckled. “Make a mess.”
He sighed, but I stayed on top of him and still inside him as he lifted his hips, working the fleshlight off his cock. I heard an audible pop and drew back too, my cock sliding free. Cum dripped from him as he rolled to the side, making a mess.
“Just an excuse for us to take a shower together,” I said. “Yeah?”
Steel offered me a bright fanged smile. “Yes, Sir.”