She licked her lips. Then, sounding less sure of herself, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he cooed.
He made her sit there and watch him while he took his time sipping his Coke. Her eyes never left him while he did his best to not drag her into the bedroom and make love to her immediately.
When he finished, he handed her the can. “Please take this into the kitchen for me and set it in the sink.”
Now she looked puzzled, but she took it. “Yes, Sir.”
When she returned, he stood. “Time to show you the playroom,” he said with a smile.
He led her to the back of the house, where he’d turned a bedroom into a dungeon. When he opened the door, she thought her knees would melt right out from under her. He didn’t just have a playroom. He had a dungeon so well equipped it would make most Doms drool with envy.
She stepped past him into the room. There was a small carpeted area with a futon cushion and pillows. Aftercare, if she had to guess. A padded spanking bench. A St. Andrew’s Cross. From the ceiling, eyebolts held two lengths of chain from which a horizontal bar was securely attached. One wall rack held an assortment of riding crops, beautiful canes made out of wood and synthetic materials, whips, paddles, floggers, slappers, straps, and other implements.
The highlight was the rolling cart holding the most well-equipped violet wand setup she’d ever seen in her life. When she started to walk over to it, he grabbed her by the hair and reeled her back in.
“Nope. You don’t get to play with the toys until I say so. Got it?”
She started to nod then remembered her place. “Yes, Sir.”
He grinned. “Such a good girl you are,” he softly said.
Another flutter straight to her pussy. She didn’t need a fresh change of panties, she needed a NASA-worthy adult diaper to contain the flood of moisture this wolf had inspired in her.
He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, hands on her knees.
“Good girl,” he cooed. He turned and opened a cabinet. She couldn’t see everything inside it, but it looked like it held vibrators, dildos, restraints, rope, and other items no well-stocked dungeon should ever be without. He returned with a set of leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles, as well as a black leather collar.
He put the collar on her first. While it had a locking buckle, she noticed he didn’t put a lock on it. “This isn’t your permanent collar, don’t worry. I’ll get you a day collar, one you’ll wear all the time. Understand?”
She shivered. She’d never worn a collar before. The feel of it around her neck reminded her of the feel of a hand, just firm enough to invoke visions of strong fingers gently curled around her flesh. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Wrists.”
She held up her hands and he fastened the soft, supple black leather cuffs around her wrists.
“Stand up.”
She did.
“Strip.”
Meeting his green gaze, she did, slowly unbuttoning her blouse before letting it drop to the floor. Then her bra. She kicked off her shoes and pulled down her jeans and sodden underwear, stepping out of them.
She felt the corner of her mouth curl in a smile at his sharp intake of breath as she stood before him completely naked.
“Good girl,” he said.
Goddess! He wanted to bend her over the bench and fuck her right then and there. She was breathtaking. Creamy skin, a solid body with curves in all the right places, a gorgeously spankable ass, and breasts just the right size for him to cup in his hands, and while not shaved, she kept her pussy closely trimmed.
Perfection.
A wave of her sweet, musky scent hit him when she kicked off her pants. If he wasn’t mistaken, she’d totally soaked her panties through with her juices. That was fair, because he was pretty sure when his jeans came off there’d be a matching wet spot inside them.
“Ankles,” he commanded as he bent over. She lifted first her left foot for him to fasten on the cuff, then her right. He motioned for her to follow him over to the corner where the carpet was. Then he spread his arms. “Undress me.”
Smiling, she stepped forward, looking up into his eyes with a smoldering, passionate gaze as she worked on his shirt buttons. He didn’t miss how she gently raked her fingers across the light hair on his chest before she moved to unfasten his belt. He pulled off his boots so she could get his jeans off his legs.
On her knees again, he let her rest her forehead against his hip, one hand buried in her hair and keeping her from wrapping her lips around his stiff cock. If he let her do that now, he’d never be able to stop himself from coming. Instead, he rubbed his thumb across the slit of his cock and collected a few drops of pre-cum from the head.
“Open,” he commanded.
She did, her eyes on his as he popped his thumb into her mouth.
Her tongue did delicious things to the digit that made his cock throb even harder at the anticipation of being next. She softly moaned as she sucked every bit of pre-cum and then some off his thumb. Finally, he pulled his thumb from her mouth, hooked a finger through the ring on the front of her collar, and tugged.
“Up, pet.”
He didn’t miss how her eyes flashed at that. In anticipation or irritation, he wasn’t sure, but he’d nip resistance in the bud. He pulled her close. “You are my pet, Callie. That is what I will call you. My mate, my wife, my lover, my slave. Above all that, my pet. Understand.”
Her breath quickened.
Ah, anticipation. Good.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” He used her collar to keep her from latching on too hard when he brushed a kiss across her lips.
Leading her to the spanking bench, he laid her facedown on it and used clips to attach the cuffs on her arms and legs to it. He knelt in front of her. “You are mine, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Had her heart ever raced so hard and fast in her life? She didn’t think so. She was dying to suck his cock, feel him fuck her, but even more than that, she wanted to feel the bite of his cane in her flesh.
He returned to the cabinet and retrieved a few items. She couldn’t see what, but when she heard the unmistakable snap of a glove, she suspected what was coming next.
Callie felt him rub cool lube against her ass, pressing first one, then two fingers for access when he heard her moan and felt her relax for him.
“My little pet likes anal, does she?”
She felt her face burn. “Yes, Sir.”
“How long’s it been?”
“Too long, Sir.”
He fucked her ass with two fingers before adding more lube and a third. She moaned, trying to thrust her hips in time with his movement but unable to get as much traction as she’d like due to the restraints.
Then his fingers disappeared. Her pulse amped up with expectation. Sure enough, she felt the cool, firm press of a butt plug. “You shouldn’t have any problems taking this one, should you?”
She winced just a little as it reached the widest part of the plug, breathing through it, then that pleasant fullness as it seated home.
Another flood of moisture rushed to her pussy, and she moaned in pleasure.
“We’re not done yet,” he said. She felt him insert something in her pussy. Then a click, and the vibrating egg started.
“Ooohhh!”
“Don’t you dare come,” he said in a fierce Alpha tone.
She whimpered. His tone of voice had nearly made her climax right then and there.