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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.”
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