Trade In and Up Chapter 19 (Final Chapter)

 

There will only be one post this week since I'm concluding the story today. 

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Chapter 19

“How much longer do you think it will be Andrew?”

They’d been inside the safe room for an hour. He’d felt rage flowing through Master Preston for two-thirds of that time, then a huge rush of pain rushed over him before everything inside him became empty. It was as if Master Preston had been ripped from him. He’d asked Andrew about it. Andrew refused to answer him, but the eye exchange between him and Robert put unease coursing through me.

“I’m sure it won’t be much lon - -“

The safe door flew open and Jackson’s huge shoulders came in first. He said noting, simply pointed at him and crooked his finger. He ran passed him, shoving him aside. The safe room was in our bedroom, so the first thing he saw was the bed, but what had him screaming was Master Preston laying bloody and prone on the bed.

Jackson gripped my arm and pushed me over to the bed. “Sit up beside him and hold his hand while we wait for the doctor.”

“What happened?” I finally squeaked the question out.

“Mr. Julian brought a rogue wolf with him. Three of them. They all attacked him at once.”

Wasn’t quite sure what rogue wolves were, but knew it couldn’t have been good considering his Master’s entire chest were shredded. Blood oozed onto our bed as he labored to breath.

“Can’t we do something to help him?”

“His wolf is healing him, working hard at doing so, but the wounds are deep. He just needs a bit more help. That’s all. You beside him is all the help he needs right now.”

He picked up his Master’s hand, rubbing his finger back and forth.

“Boy?”

“I’m here, Master.”

“You do not have to worry no longer.”

“You are torn up, Master. I have to worry. You are mine.”

“You are mine, Boy. I worry. You submit.”

“I know, but I,” what did he do? Care for him? It was more than that. Did he . . . At some point and time he had . . . fallen for him. How? Didn’t matter. It had happened, and he needed his Master to know it. “I love you, Master.” He leaned forward, pressing his hand to his shirt, making sure it did not fall forward and brush against his Master’s torn up stomach as he pressed his lips against his Master’s.

He’d meant the kiss to be simple and comforting, but Master had other plans. Master grunted around the kiss as he lifted his hand, pressing it against his head, forcing the kiss to go deeper. There was no pulling back. No stopping the intensity. Or the stiffy that formed so fast he groaned around his Master’s tongue.

“Uh . . . Alpha,” Jackson’s voice was like cold water on his desire. “The doctor is here.”

Master ended the kiss, nipping his lower lip. “This will continue soon, Boy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed and watched as the doctor began to stich the skin back together. Master never once winced or complained. He kept his eyes locked onto him. He could feel Master’s smiling and it warmed him. He knew the two of them had a unusual start, but their ending had became one of a fairytale of sorts. Or in his mind it was.

“Master?”

“Yes, Boy?”

“Thank you for not allowing me to see the fight with Mr. Julian.”

“You did not need to see your tormentor be taken down. All you needed to know was that you were safe and he is no longer a threat to you and the ones you love.”

The doctor patted Master’s shoulder. “All patched up, Alpha.” The doctor shifted his eyes to me. “Alpha is correct. All you need know is to focus on your future and take care of you and the future alpha.”

Master scooted up, tugging me under his shoulder, kissing the side of my face. “He is right. Our future is all that matters.”

He rested his hand over his stomach, nodding as his Alex came forward. Our Alpha is correct. Our future is all that matters. He had cleared the way for it. Just like he said he would. Let him take care of us in all ways.

I agree.

“Our future is all that matters.” He snuggled against Master Preston, all but crawling into his skin. “Master, what do your require from your Boy?”

“This right here. Just this right here. For the rest of our lives.”

Master Preston lifted my chin, forcing him to lock eyes with him as his mouth descended onto his. It was a life that he could get used to for the rest of his life.

Trade In and Up Chapter 18

 

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Chapter 18

He knew it. Mr. Julian would always locate him. Noway he could live a life without running. He had to get out of there.

“How far away is he?”

Did not matter. Other than how much of a headstart it gave him.

“Two days out.”

Not bad of a start. Had less in the past, but had Master John to arrange everything. He was on his own then. Least he would not have to worry about Master Preston. He could stand on his own. He had the entire pack to back him up.

“Boy, I can tell what you are thinking and it will not happen. We are in this together. You are part of this pack. You are my Alpha Mate. That means this pack stands in front of you. We clear?”

Was not going to allow anyone to give their lives for him. He was no one. Nothing to sacrifice an entire life for. Nope. Mr. Julian had done taken too many lives in his journey to eliminate him. No more would be taken.

“I will keep you tied to this bed if I have to, Boy.”

His gut said that Master Preston would do so. They were too connected. There was no way he’d be able to leave. If Master Preston was not on him, then he would put someone like Jackson on him. He had many people as huge as Jackson to guard him. Was that a bad thing? No. Would that keep him safe from Mr. Julian? No. He’d walk right through them. Or buy them off, then kill them once their backs were turned.

“Jackson, leave us for now. I’ll be out soon as I can.” A gentle hand brushed across his face, swiping back some hair from his sweaty face. “He will not get to you my, Mate. I promise you. You and our son,” his hand swept down to rest over my stomach, “will be fine.”

“Son? Huh?” Never heard anything about a son? “I’m a man. Can’t have children?” Not humanly . . . ah shit. I’m a werewolf, not a . . . “Is this a werewolf thing?”

“It is an Alpha Mate thing.” Master Preston leaned down, licking over the fresh bite mark. “Soon as I made the second bite while we were in human form, your body changed to what our world calls an Omega Alpha Mate Werewolf. Those are men mated to male alphas. It allows them to ensure that their alpha line continues. It is why we are locked together so tight right now.”

Ah, the strange growing cock. Magical way to ensure his sperm did not leave his body. Weird. “Why did you not tell me about this?”

“Did not think it mattered to you? It is my decision what happens to your body, right Boy?”

Right. “Still would like to have known, Sir.”

“Okay. I am sorry. Should have considered your feelings. Will do so in the past.”

“Is this the only time that we will be locked together?”

“No, Boy. It will happen every time your body goes into a fertile cycle.”

“How often is that?”

“Varies from Alpha Mate to Alpha Mate. Most is five to six months. Most do not catch each time though.”

Good. Would not want to have more children than one could manage running around.

“Are you upset, Boy?”

Was he? Not really. Confused? Yes. Shocked? Definitely. He’d always wanted children. Figured when him and Master John managed to run far enough away from Mr. Julian that they’d adopted a couple of children. Never considered giving birth to them. Then again . . . he never thought he’d be a werewolf. Shit, his like had done a one-eighty.

Master Preston slipped from his ass, but not one minuscule of his seed came with him. It all seemed to have been absorbed into him.

“There is no mess.”

“It was all inhaled by your body, creating our son.”

His hand went to his stomach.

Boy, I can feel our son growing inside us.

Alex, are you sure? If his wolf told him he did then there had to be a child growing inside him. His wolf would be more connected to their body than anyone else.

I can. I promise Boy. We are expecting a boy.

Then we listen to what our Alpha tells us. He laid his hand on Master Preston’s cheek and smiled up at him. “What do you want me to do, Master Preston?”

“You are going to the safe room with Robert and Andrew. They will keep you safe and hidden in there. The rest of us will go and meet Mr. Julian before he arrives.”

 

Trade In and Up Chapter 17

 

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Chapter 17

Was he ready for that big of a step? Might as well be. He’d committed himself to him heart and soul soon as he accepted him as his Master and allowed him to claim him as his in front of the pack. Nothing bigger than turning into a werewolf for a Master. Another entire species. New concept entirely.

“Come here, Boy.”

Master Preston pointed at the spot in front of the huge iron railed bed. There was not one inch of rust colored on the silvery black stain frame. It shined as bright as the sunset orange furry cuffs linked to the foot post and the head post of the bed. Mere sight of them had his cock plumping up.

Master Preston gripped my cock, squeezing. “My Boy likes something he sees.”

Lots of something. There were lots to take in. He’d never been in his Master’s room before. Everything had taken place in his room. Not that much had gone down between them. Mostly chores and groundings spankings and steadying punishments. Stuff that he needed to balance his days out. But the more sexual aspect of a relationship had been put on the back burner. Saved for that very moment and all he could do was take in the entire room. It was a garden of fun. A huge black leather padded cross stood in the far left corner of the room with a matching spanking bench to it’s right. Opposite of the bed was a nice set of metal linked chains hanging from the wall and a set coming up from the floor. He could all ready see himself chained up and sleeping in the corner under a warm blanket as his Master slept peacefully in the bed dreaming about ways to bound and gag him into submission the next day.

“Oh yeah, my Boy is loving what he sees.” Another hard squeeze to the balls pulled a whine from me. “We are going to have lots of fun in here and in my play room downstairs.”

Shit. He had a playroom downstairs. Seemed like his bedroom was one. They could spend hours, or days, lost among one another in there. How long could they get lost in what he called the playroom?

“Onto the bed, Boy. Legs and arms spread wide, just like you where ready to make a snow angel.”

He quickly took position, sucking his lower lip between his teeth to keep from asking, more like begging, Master Preston to bind him to the bed and fuck him senseless. Only good Boy’s got what they earned. He always earned a good fucking from his previous Master, he could do the same from Master Preston. He knew it.

The clicks of the cuff had him sucking in deep breaths. Soon as the last cuff was in place, warm hot lips pressed against his. Out of reflex he opened his mouth, letting his Master have access to him. He was rewarded with a tongue swooping in, tasting every corner of his mouth, pulling a deep throated groan from him. Vibrations radiated from his chest up his throat and out his mouth, but his Master ate the sounds as if he’d longed to hear them.

Large hands caressed his side and up and over his left nipple, pausing to squeeze until an intense sting had him jutting upwards. The hot, luscious mouth left him only to latch onto the abused nub.

“Oh, God, Master.”

Shit. Was I supposed to be quiet? Before Master Preston it had not been required for me to remain silent during sexual exploration, but what was Master Preston’s rules. He had not stated them.

“That’s it, Boy. Let me hear how much you love my touch.”

Now that he could do. Would love to do.

“Master Preston . . . Oh man, I’m so hard, I can’t . . . Need something . . .”

A hand slid around my throbbing cock, stroking up and down with a light squeeze. A barely there touch. Just enough friction to draw frustration from a saint.

“What’s wrong, Boy? What do you need?”

“You, Sir. Just you. Whatever you will give me.”

“Just what I thought, Boy.” Hands gripped my legs, tossing them over Master Preston’s shoulders. “I’m sure Master John took you many ways, but did he take you bare?”

“Once.”

“Being a werewolf gives you certain abilities. Fast healing being one of them.” There was no time to filter through what he meant before he thrust in and was balls deep. “That’s it, Boy take my dick. It’s all yours.”

Most would think there was a shout for help or a stop word screamed, but neither left his mouth. All that came from him was a deep, satisfying groan for more. There was only a flicker of pain and then his wolf was there taking over every sensation that might have been uncomfortable for his human body, leaving behind only pure pleasure and desire for his Master.

“More, Master. Please. Need . . . Oh God, Sir, Please.”

His body was thrashing up as Master Preston thrust deep. The cuffs clanked against the metal as he tried to reach for his Master’s wonder, sweaty body. Not the body so much as he wanted to brush his fingers across the wonderful, sexy smile glowing from him.

“Boy, you are clinching my cock so hard I can barely leave the sweet haven of your ass.”

“it’s your ass, Sir.”

“That it is.” Master Preston slammed into him so hard his body jerked upward. “You belong to me completely, don’t you, Boy?”

“Yes, Master Preston. All yours, Sir.”

He knew what was coming before Master Preston’s head reared back and lights flickered off white fangs. All he could do, and wanted to do, was bare his neck. Pair seared through him as his Master’s wolf’s teeth latched onto him. It was as intense as it had been when he bit him earlier, but different. Instead of him greeting his wolf, his wolf came forward and greeted Master’s wolf. Not wolf to wolf, like they’d done earlier, no, in human form.

Alex, do you hear me?

Yes, Sir. I do.

Hearing the two wolves speak so clearly was funny, and it tickled, but it gave him a sense of peace to know that there was a way for him to always be connected to Master Preston in both forms.

We are completely one now, Alex.

I am more than pleased to be one with you, Sir. So is Boy.

Glad to hear it. We are thrilled to have you both as our mate.

Master Preston’s teeth left his neck and he lapped at the wound as he slowed his thrusting down. Not because he wanted to. Nope. He had no choice but to do so. His cock had swollen, forcing him to remain buried deep. There was no leaving. The channel was too narrow for his swelling occk.

“Oh God, Boy . . . This is fucking . . .”

“What is . . . Oh man . . . I’m going to . . . Sir, . . .  I can’t . . ..”

“Don’t you cum. Not until I give you permission.”

Master Preston continued short small stabs until he could not longer move in and out. His last inward motion left him pressed right against the prostrate. Not sure which one of us groaned the loudest. Either way, it pushed him over the edge and there was nothing left to do but to feel every spurt that left his body. Took every ounce of control learned over the years to keep from losing it, but he managed not to.

“Now, Boy. Do it.”

Soon as he gave permission juices erupted, landing on his chest, painting it milky white. He had just leaned down to initiate a kiss when the door flew open. His head whipped around, snarling until he saw Jackson with his hands held up.

“Alpha, Sir, sorry.”

“What is it?”

He’d never heard anyone sound so tense and tight before, but it was comforting. Eased the fear that the sudden appearance of Jackson had created.

“Looks like Mr. Julian has located your Boy.”

 

Trade In and Up Chapter 16

 

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Chapter 16

“Master, do you wish this to be tied in the front or the back?”

He held out the one buttoned drape that his Master had given him to wear tonight. Wasn’t sure about the outfit he had me in, not for a claiming and pronoucment, but his Master knew these people. He knew what they would expect from him and there was no way a Boy disrespected his Master.

“Front, Boy. Once you get that drape on, come here and let me attach the chain to the clip.”

Master Preston had told him that the drape would hold his chain’s clip for tonight, but he would soon have his Master’s collar to wear daily. Was something amazing to look forward to. But first, he had to turn into a werewolf for his Master. Small price to pay. Right? It was. He just still found himself a bit uneasy about the entire process. Master Preston said it would not hurt, but never before had he considered stripping in front of a strangers in order to shift into a wolf. Guess it would be no different than being strapped to a cross and flogged in front of a room of strangers. Just be outside. His Master would be at his side just like inside a room. No big difference. Easy as pie.

“I’m ready, Master.”

Master Preston snapped the chain to the hook in the front of the drape and then gave it a little tugged. He followed along behind him, making sure to keep the prefect distance between them. They walked the same path they had earlier in the day, but there was one difference, other than him being linked to his Master by a chain. Jackson walked ahead of Master Preston by a couple of feet and three other werewolves walked behind them. Chatter grew louder and louder the closer we came to the clearing. No words were desernable and it all stopped soon as Jackson cleared his throat. Jackson peeled off from in front of Master Preston, leaving room for Master Preston to take us onto the boulder.

Master Preston made one circle around the boulder then brought him to stand in front of the group of werewolves. Master Preston’s arms lifted and came to rest over his shoulders, pressing him to his knees.

“Wolves of Eastern Pack, we are gathered here to meet our newest pack member, my mate.”  The crowded clapped and released a few howls, that had him shaking until Master Preston squeezed my shoulder. “Today is the best day an Alpha of my standings can have. My mate will join me at my side among the pack as well as he is my Boy.” So the pack did know what Master Preston enjoyed. “It is with my greatest love and devotion that I ask my pack to share this amazing day with me.”

Master Preston tilted his head to the side and licked over his shoulder, before he bit down. Pain seared through his shoulder, but it faded as fast, leaving behind a blissful, cock engorging sensation. So much that, he groaned as a hand gripped his cock.

“That’s it, Boy. Let the wolf come forward and take over. Then we can have all the fun my Boy wants.”

Before an answer could leave him, his body bent over as it began to distort. Next few minutes were tense and tight, but something inside seemed to merge with another being. Not being, but animal. A wolf. It was as if the wolf forming inside me bounded towards all the human genes, bunching itself into each of them. As more and more became merged the deeper intertwined he became with his new inner animal.

Boy, you and I are going to be great friends.

What in the world was that? Did the wolf just talk to me?

Yes. I am dominate among us, so I thought you would prefer the Boy name as I prefer Alex.

Okay. So, I’m to call you Alex? Is that what I’m suppose to tell Master when he ask me your name?

It is.

Great. Now what?

We run with our mate.

Another wolf licked my nose and then tossed his head to the left before he took off at a trot. Didn’t need anyone to tell me that it was Master Preston in wolf form. There was an air about him that screamed authority and protectiveness. It was those feelings that had him following along with him.

The next hour the two of us ran and chased one another. After, that he lead me back to his house and we shifted. He had wrapped in his arms before a reaction could come.

“Wow.”

“My Boy liked that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. There’s more coming. Let’s get inside so I can feel that tight ass clinched around my cock.”

 

Trade In and Up Chapter 15

 

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Chapter 15

Master Preston had taken him on a walk through the woods behind his house, showing him all the pathways that would be good to run once he was a wolf. He stopped at this huge clearing where the trees created a sort of canopy over the area. It was beautiful with the wonderous sounds of a waterfall in the background.

“This area holds all of my pack members, in wolf and human form.” Master Preston came up behind him, pressing in on him, kneading his shoulders. “We will stand up on that rock.” He pointed out this huge boulder with a polished crystal top. “I will introduce you to the pack as my mate and then give you the bite that changes you, right here.” He leaned down and kissed the corner of his neck, licking over it and right up to my earlobe.

Master Preston nipped his earlobe as he pressed his cock into my back, rubbing lightly.

“Boy, you have owned my heart before you even knew me.” Master Preston gripped his hips, tugging him back. “The mere thought of you get me hard as a rock. Makes me want to chain you to my bed and fuck you fast and hard. Would my Boy like that?”

Man would he, but did his new Master require a verbal confirmation or an actionable one.

“Boy, what is wrong? I can feel your heart beating right here.” He kissed the center of the neck. “Is that because of my forcefulness or something else.”

“Master,” he spun around, locking his eyes onto his chin. “Do you want a verbal or actionable answer?”

“Either is fine, but I’m sure I’d love to find out what kind of actionable response you would give.”

That was something he could do. And he wanted to. That’s what shocked him more. His mouth watered to taste his knew Master. Know him in a way only a Boy could know their Master. He dropped to his knees, ignoring the sticks and rocks under him. He slowly pulled down the zipper and tugged his Master’s pants down over his hips. Master Preston’s rock hard cock sprang free and into his Boy’s waiting hands. He slowly stroked his Master a couple of times before he engulfed it, taking in all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing.

Hands gripped his hair, holding him in place as his Master began fucking his mouth.

“That’s it, Boy, take it. Take it all.”

He relaxed his throat muscles and let his Master give him whatever he desired him to have. By the time his Master’s cock swelled and began pumping jiz down his throat he was ready to explode, but knew better than to do so until he was given permission.

“That’s it, Boy, clean my cock and then I’ll take care of you.”

He licked all the cum from his Master’s tool and then slowly put him right before he sat back on his knees and placed his hands behind his back.

“Such a good Boy.” Master Preston’s fingers ran across his cheek and down the neck to the front of his shirt. “Boy, do you want your relief here or back at the house?”

“Here, Master, please. I can’t . . . about to explode.”

His Master leaned down and rubbed his cock through the jeans. “You are nice and plump. Think I’ll just toy with you a bit longer though.”

Shit. Any other time he might have liked his Master to play with him, but it’d been months since he’d enjoy any kind of fun and his cock was about to explode.

“Ah . . . My Boy is in dire need. I see my fun will have to wait.” Master petted him on the head. “Take out your cock and stroke yourself off. Tonight, I’ll have that ass wrapped around my cock, squeezing me until I claim that ass as mine.”

His mind caught onto the importance of that statement, but at that moment his mind would not do anything but obey his Master. He pulled his cock out and stroked it fast and hard. Didn’t take but about three strokes before he erupted and spewed his junk all over the place.

“Nice, Boy.” Master Preston stood behind him, holding him upright. “Take a moment to rest and then we will head back and get ready for the night.”

Trade In and Up Chapter 14

 

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Chapter 14

I’d been at the pack several days and fallen back in step of being a submissive. Still staying in my own room and a bit stand offish from Master Preston. He was not pushing a hardcore dominate relationship with me, but I knew it was driving him hard. The evidence was strong. Multiple times during the day I saw him staring at me and adjusting himself. The sight made me a bit hard, but I still was not sure about us as a couple. Not that I had much time left. I overheard Master Preston and Jackson talking the other day. Jackson told him that there was only a day or two left before the full moon and the pack was expecting him to change his mate and admit him into the pack. Master Preston’s eyes had glowed with Pride when he told Jackson how long he had waited to do such, but that pride faded into heated fear when he told him how he dreaded doing so. He was scared he’d push me further away from him. It tore a hole in my heart to see him so vulnerable and open. Worse I’d caused it. Not on purpose. I was just not in sync with myself. Yes, I’d found my footing in doing submissives’ daily activities, but no other aspects of what a submissive was to do for their Dom. Why? Did I still doubt his motives? Had no reason. He’d been nothing but kind to me. There’d been no sign or word of Mr. Julian since we left him with the law on his tail.

There was no reason. Other than my own fear of the unknown. I’d not only been running for so long, but living in the unknown of my life for that time and that was what was being asked of me again. I was just to go with the flow and let Master Preston bite me in front of a group of strangers and become him mate. Start a new life as a new being entirely. There was no bigger unknown than that.

“What did that cabinet top do to you, Boy?”

My hand paused it’s circling motion and looked up, stopping on Master Preston’s chin. “Sorry, Sir, was lost in thought.”

“Care to share, Boy?”

“When is the full moon, Sir?”

“Tonight. Why?”

Bit faster than I thought. “Was you not going to tell me?”

“Tell you what, Boy?”

“That you would be changing me and bring me into the pack tonight.”

“That’s twice you have not respected me Boy. Watch it. And I am not bringing you into the pack tonight. I will let Jackson take the Pack Run tonight and spend the night with you.” He took my hand and pulled me around the counter and closer to him than he has dared to before. “I am not going to force anything onto my mate. You are not ready for the change. No matter how much I long for you to be. And I do, Boy. I do, but not at the risk of losing you.”

There it was. The trust. Honesty. All wrapped in one fluid statement. Everything clicked into place inside me. My mind lost it’s hesitation. My body flew into overdrive, leaving me with a hard-on from hell.

I dropped to my knees and leaned over and kissed his shoes then ankle. A huge gasp had me moving up to his chins.

“Boy?”

“Master.”

It was the first time I’d called him Master and it must have been what he was waiting for, because he reached down and gripped me under my shoulders, lifting me to my feet, letting me fall into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight to his strong solid body.

“Feels wonderful to have you in my arms, Boy.”

Had to admit it felt right to be there.

“What brought this change on, Boy?”

“You were not going to force it onto me, Master.”

He lifted my chin so I was looking at him, then his lips came down on mine. A light feather kiss, but I felt it all the way to my toes.

“I would never have done such, Boy. Never.”

“Master, can I can be changed tonight and introduced to the pack as your mate tonight?”

“Is that what you want, Boy?”

I nodded, resting my head on his chest.

“Then that is what my wonderful mate and Boy will get.”

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Chapter 13

“Boy, could you join me in the living room.”

The softness and tender tone was like whiplash. There was no command. No dominance. No air of control. A simple request. I’m sure that fact was what had me walking int there and sitting down on the sofa across from him.

“I think we need to get to know each other better so that we can become a better couple. I can not meet your needs if I do not understand what they are. You can not meet mine, if you do not know what they are. You need to better understand what being a wolf mate means and how the transformation works before the full moon in two days.”

“Two days? What does that have to do with anything?”

“That is when you will become one of us and we will seal our bond as mates.”

“Who says?”

“I say.”

“I’ve not agreed to this.”

He ran his hand over his face and hung his head for a second, lifting, locking eyes with me. “I thought you said John gave you to me.”

There it was. The hardcore fact. Truth slapping me in the face. My Master had spoken his mind and that was the end of the subject. I should be settled and accepting of Master Preston, but . . . why wasn’t I?

“I imagine all this is frightening for you.” Master Preston took hold of my hand. “Even nerve wracking. You and John spent so many years on the run. You must be ready to bolt out of habit, but you are safe here. We can have a life here where we don’t have to look over our shoulders. I can give you that. That is what John wanted for you most of all. That is why he gave you to me. Once you become a werewolf you will have more power over Julian if he does ever find you. Which is doubtful considering how we live so far off the grid.” His finger was rubbing back and forth across my wrist, soothing me just like John always had. “I’m trying to take all that into consideration. That is why I gave you a room of your own last night when I longed to hold you in my arms. Ensure myself that my mate was safe. That he had a solid night of sleep for a change. I hoped that by getting you back into the roll of a submissive that it would ease you even more, but it appears that your likes are a bit different than I assumed. I’d like to get to know you better so I can gage those and figure them out. That way I do not accidently hurt you and can make sure you get the correct punishment when you need it.”

What he said made sense? I knew it did. Wasn’t sure why I was being such an ass. Just knew that something about him was not setting right with me and that put me at unease about letting him dominate me. Then again . . . Master John would not give me to someone who would harm me. But . . . he had never met the guy. How would he know . . . Afterlife tell him things about people that I would not know. Could. Didn’t matter. I trusted Master John with my life and he had decreed it. So, I now belonged to Master Preston.

I slid from the sofa and knelt beside him, putting my hands behind my back and tilting my head down. “Sir, I am sorry for my disrespect this morning. I will gladly take my five lashes with the flogger.”

Gentle hands slid back and forth through my hair. “Flogger is one of your dislikes that is used for punishment, is that correct, Boy?”

“Yes, Sir. I am not fond of a flogger, but accept the use of it as punishment.”

“Good to know, Boy.” His fingers gripped my hair, pulling until I was looking up at him. “Ready to fix our omelets?”

“I can fix you and omelet, Sir, but I prefer the protein shake for breakfast, Sir.”

“That is fine, but once you change to a werewolf you will require more than a shake for a meal. Just a note to file away.”

“Yes, Sir.” I got up and made my way back to the kitchen.

Trade In and Up Chapter 12

 

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Chapter 12

Last night had been a fitful night of sleep. Least Master Preston had not forced me to sleep in his bed or chained to the foot of it. If he was truly my Master then I would not have minded being chained to his bed and waking him up with a nice blow job, but . . .

What was  I going to do? John had done visited me and gave me over to Master Preston. Told me to trust him to take care of me. That should be enough for me. Why wasn’t it? What was it about him that unesed me. Other than him turning into a wolf. That really did not bother me. Shocked me, but so did John visiting me from the afterlife. I’d come closer to believing him telling me that supernatural being and magical aspects exist than anyone else. That being the case . . . Why did I not trust him when it came to Master Preston.

“Time to get up, Boy.”

A harsh knock on the door jerked me from my thoughts.

“We have lots to discuss. Lots to arrange.”

Did he say arrange? I was across the floor, jerking the door opening and glaring at him. “What are we arranging?”

His eyes ran from my head to my toes, stopping at my groin, licking his lips. Shit. I’d forgotten I’d slept nude. Crap. Oh well, let him look his fill. I knew I looked great. I kept in shape. Worked hard to maintain my shape. John loved muscles and swore there was nothing better than licking chocolate off rock hard abs.

“Nice. Going to love waking up to that every morning.”

“As if.” I shut the door and marched over to the dresser, jerking on my clothes.

“Hurry up. I’m hungry and you need to fix us some breakfast, Boy.”

Me? Us? I’ll fix me some breakfast, but the jackass could fend for himself. I marched my way into the nice kitchen.

“Stuff in fridge for omelets.”

“So.”

“Fix us some breakfast, Boy.”

“Not your boy.” I went to the cabinets and started looking through them, hoping to find some kind of protein powder or something along that line.

“Boy, stop.”

The urge to stop was strong, but I refused to let my body do as he said.

“Boy, you are about to earn stripes.”

My body cringed, more from the ripples of desire rushing down my spine and around to my groin. Still, I kept right on looking.

“Boy, this is my last warning. Get to fixing us some omelets.”

Ah. Yes. Knew he’d have some. I pulled down the protein powder and carried it over to the counter. I got the lid twisted of before he was up and out of his seat. Before I could scoop the powder out, a hard stinging smack landed on my ass. The sting hurt, in a good way. Fire raced over my ass and right to my hole, making it clinch. As the second slap landed, I groaned.

“Remain quiet. This is not for pleasure.”

Sure felt like it. The third strike of his hand had me thrusting forward, my throbbing jean covered cock rubbing against the cabinet.

“Remain still. This is punishment.”

Proved he knew nothing about me. Spankings were a major turn on for me. Did nothing to detour me from doing something. Only gave me reason to.

Two strikes later, he stopped, sighing hard as he stood back, crossing his arms and glaring down at my groin. Wasn’t’ sure if it was the massive hard-on that ticked him off or the huge wet spot that had formed from my cock leaking pre-cum. Either way, he stalked off grumbling about misbehaving boys needing to learn their place. I knew my place. It was him that did not know how to handle me. Just proved we were not compatible as Master and Submissive. Fact I knew to start with. That meant we would not make it as a couple. Mated pair. Whatever he said we were. He had saved me for one reason, and it was not going the way he wanted it to. What did that mean for me? Was I going to find myself stranded on the Eastern side of the United States without any money and any place to go? Or would they kill me. I mean they had told me about werewolves. I’m sure they had rules about non-werewolves knowing their secret. They wouldn’t want that knowledge known. Would they?

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 Hi,

Wanted to let you guy's know that I want be writing new chapters this week. I've been super busy doing some revisions and working on them throughout migraines. Not been easy to do so, so I'm going to take a day or two off and rest. The story will pick back up next week. Sorry for the delay. 

You guy's stay safe and well.

Julia

Trade In and Up Chapter 11

 

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Chapter 11

“Bond.” Jackson slowly slid one of his hands behind his back and opened the door, climbing out, leaving me alone with an upset Master Preston. One I’d put into such state by making a suggest that I thought was best until I got to know him better. I mean, Master John told me to get to know him better and let him take care of me. I could not fully give myself to him until then. Definitely not turn myself into some kind of werewolf being without knowing what one was. From what I was seeing, I did not want to be one. Master Preston was aggressive at such a simple suggestion. Aggression did not make for great Masters. Why had Master John told me such a man could take care of me? Did he know the man had a temper?

Master Preston backed away, shaking his head as he braced his hands on his knees, breathing in deeply. “Sorry about that.” He looked into my eyes. “As you can tell, my wolf will not go for such. I have a huge house. You will have all the space you need to adjust to our town and our people. I promise to give you time and not push you into making any decision until you are ready to do so.”

Wasn’t’ so sure about that. He was not trusting me to stay with others, yet he done claimed me as his Boy. No one took on a Boy they did not trust.

“You do not trust me.”

“It is not about trust, Boy.”

“Then what is it about?”

“Our culture dictates that once we find our Mate that we claim them. If human, we make turn them and bring them into the fold. For me, as Alpha, that means I turn you in front of the pack, sealing our bond together for all our wolves to see before we go to officially mate.”

Yep. Caught none of that.

“Did Master John not explain what he was to you?”

“You knew about his Afterlife Scape ability?”

“Not his skill, but I knew he held magical abilities. I assumed you did. But you seem to be in total shock about my kind.”

“I am. I did not know about Master John until he showed up in my dreams while I was in the van.”

“What did he have to say?”

“Between us.” Was not about to tell him he gave me to him. Nope. Not until I was sure I was ready for him to be my Master.

“Fine.” He waved me to the door off to the side. “Come in and let me show you around.”

“I still would rather live somewhere on my own.”

“It is safer, for the entire pack and you, if you stay where Alpha and Alpha Wolf can watch over you.” Jackson snatched a bag from the back of the van, slamming the door. “See you later, Alpha.”

Master Preston waved by and then guided me to the side door, opening it, pushing me forward with his hand on the small of my back. I took in a deep breath, cursing my defeat at gaining my own place as I walked into a huge, shiny white kitchen. He led me through each room the same way, with his hand on the small of my back. Each room held about the same air to it. Or the ones he showed me. There were two he did not give me a glimpse of. All he said about them was later, when our relationship progressed. Each room held the theme of cleanness and whiteness that turned my stomach. There was no color or personality to it. Boring. Dull. Did not fit him. Not one bit.

“Did you just move in?”

“Been here, ten years.”

Lord. What had he been doing with his life?

“How long have you spent living here and not undercover?”

“About the first five years.”

Still long enough to put some life into the place.

“I can see you mind working. You do not like it. Do you, Boy?”

“No.”

“No, Sir. Respect me, Boy.”

“You are not my Master.”

“I will be. So treat me like it.”

In due time.

“I have left it blank for my mate to give it the final touch. And that is you, Boy.”

Hm. Nice idea. “What if you had not found me?”

“Then it would have sat here like this.”

“Boring and dull?”

“If that is how you see it.”

“You do not?”  I spread my hands open wide. “There is no color. No signs of life. No photos. Nothing personal. Nothing that shows you.”

“I am what my Mate needs me to be.”

“And if you had not found me, then you are nothing?”

“Alpha would have been it.”

Oh boy. Did not get this. Him. What was I supposed to do with that comment? My Master is what made me who I was. If he based his life off of me, then who was I supposed to base my life off of? Master John had failed me in placing me in Master Preston’s care. How did I get him to Afterlife Scape me again so I could tell him to give me to someone else?