8. Chef DILF
Steel
I loved being obedient.
I really did.
But this was pushing me in ways I’d never experienced before. Cum leaked from me, the sex toy suctioning around my cock.
It was taking all my strength not to fully unleash. Pleasure rippled up and down my spine, my knot begging to be inside Oli.
Instead I was on my knees, waiting for him to return to me. The potent scent of ginger drifted from the kitchen. I heard his footsteps down the hall, and my body ached for him. I sucked in a breath, focusing on the way his scent washed over me as he came into the bedroom.
“Sir,” I whimpered. “Please. I’m dying here.”
Oli’s chuckle was wicked. I sucked in a breath as he approached me, gripping my fur and tilting my head back. I kissed him hard, leaning up further so my tongue could slide against his. But, it was only brief, and he drew back, circling me with ginger in his gloved hands.
“Are you sure you want to try this?” Oli asked.
“Yes,” I gritted out. “Too fucking curious now.”
Oli planted his hand on my upper back and shoved, putting me on all fours. I shuddered as the fleshlight kept tugging on my cock, stroking me and driving me wild with its relentlessness.
I grunted as his lubed and gloved fingers circled my hole, gently easing in and out of me. Fuck.
“Is this part of being a chef?” I asked breathlessly.
Oli laughed, giving my ass cheek a playful squeeze. “Only for you, darling.”
I smiled even as I felt a wave of heat rush through me. If I were human, I’d be sweating buckets. My muscles trembled as I stayed on all fours, and I did my best to relax my ass for him.
I felt the tip of the ginger press against me and my eyes widened. He slowly eased it inside me. A burning sensation hit me, but it felt good. Shocking, in a way too. I gasped as he pushed it deeper, the tingling turning more painful. It hurt, but I fucking loved it.
I pushed my ass back, taking more of the spicy root.
“Such a little masochist,” Oli said, his voice rough.
“It hurts,” I moaned. “But I love it.”
And I really did. My spine arched as the intensity of the fleshlight suddenly changed.
I realized Oli had pressed a button, but barely had time to comprehend anything other than my pain and pleasure.
The burning sensation returned as he started to fuck me slowly with the root, all while my cock was jerked non-stop.
“Please,” I cried. “Please let me come. Please. I’ve been so good.”
“You can be better.”
Fuck. I wasn’t sure I could be.
“You’re so mean,” I huffed, but there was a smile in my voice. He knew I was going to obey him, even if it drove me mad. And I knew I was going to love every fucking second of it like the pain slut I was. “Please,” I begged him.
“Keep begging, pup. I love to hear all the whiny little sounds you make for me.”
He thrusted the ginger deeper and I moaned, my claws scratching the floors. I made a face when I realized I’d left grooves in the wood, but Oli didn’t seem to mind.
I was overstimulated and on the edge and I couldn’t stop panting please.
He reached between my thighs and suddenly turned off the fleshlight, but somehow—having it off made everything ten times worse. I gasped, my balls tightening as I fended off an orgasm.
Oli closed one hand around my knot, and used his other hand to keep driving the ginger in and out of me.
“Give me one more minute,” he said. “Sixty seconds.”
Sixty seconds? I started counting down in my head, my breath catching as his grip on my knot tightened. Pain and pleasure and pain again, all driving me to the edge I’d been at for what felt like eons.
“Thirty seconds,” he whispered.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Oli,” I whimpered. “Oli, I can’t.”
“Yes you fucking can.”
“Oli.”
A low howl left me as my cock pulsed.
“Five . . . four . . .”
Fuck.
“Three . . . two . . . one. Come for me, little pup.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Cum burst from my cock, spurting onto the floor, painting it with my seed. I groaned, shuddering as my orgasm wrapped me in heat and pleasure. I felt like I was flying, every muscle melting until I realized I was sprawled out on the floor.
Oli pulled the ginger free and took a minute to clean up, then returned to me, running his hands through my fur. He straddled my lower back, massaging me until he just laid on top. I loved the weight of his body on mine.
I felt so content.
So happy.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I think I’m in another world right now.”
He chuckled, his fingers still working the knots between my shoulder blades. “When you come back, we should shower together. How does your ass feel after the figging?”
“Still burns. But good. Really good.”
“Time to keep buying ginger then, huh?”
I smiled. “Well. You are a chef.” And my mate.
Oli grinned against me. “And you’re my little werewolf.”