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. 

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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?

Trade In and Up Chapter 10

 

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Chapter 10

The road had turned bumpy some two miles back, forcing me to hold onto the bottom of the bench. Or so my mind told me. In reality, Master Preston, was the only way I could look at Special Agent Preston Clarkson now, had braced his arm across my chest to ensure I did not bounce around.

“Promise we are almost to my house, Boy.”

His house? He expected me to stay with him?

“It is unlikely that Julian knows anything about my true identity, but just in case, I want to keep you close by.”

“Like that’s the real reason.” Jackson muttered as he turned left and the road smoothed out. “Thank the heavens.”

My sentiments exactly. Yet . . . Did not grasp how there were paved, or whatever type of material made such even roads, in the middle of a forest like setting. Roughness understandable. Trees. Branches. Shrubs. Holes. Divots. Mounds of dirt. All of those are common among that area, but . . .

“Holy shit.”

“What it, Boy.”

“Where . . . How . . . There’s an entire . . .” One, two, three, four, five, six houses and asphalted roads that parted off into different directions. It was like a community setting. All that I did not see where stores and restaurants.

“We came into the back section of the homestead section.” Master Preston pointed off to his left. “Take that road there and you go to the main homestead. There’s about twenty homes there. This is our smallest homestead. There are three other homestead sections. Each have about fifteen homes.”

Twenty, fifteen, fifteen, and six that was fifty-six “Single or families?”

“Mixture.” Master Preston tossed his head towards Jackson. “He’s a single man who lives among the main homestead. One of about three single residents there. Most there are families. Homes are bigger.”

“Where do you live?”

“Right here.” Jackson pulled into a double paved parking lot and hit a garage button above his sun visor.

A white metal door lifted, fading away, revealing a black SUV with tinted windows and a Harley Davidson. Master Preston had some nice taste.

“I do not want to stay here. There is now ay in hell, Julian would think to look for me here. Not only am I all the way across the country, but we are literally in the middle of nowhere.”

“Not a choice, Boy.”

“From the sound of it, you have other places. If not, then let me stay with one of the other single men or women. That should not be a problem.”

Master Preston snarled as he pressed in on me. He was saying something, but fuck if I could understand him through his wolf shaped teeth and half wolf nozzle.

“Uh . . .” Jackson wore a huge smile, but had his hands lifted. “You belong to him. There is no way in hell, you will be allowed to be around another single werewolf until you and him have sealed your bond.”

“Sealed our what?”

Trade In and Up Chapter 9

 

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Chapter 9

Did Special Agent Preston Clarkson think just because he believed we were destined to be together and that John was dead that I was going to fall into his bed? Fuck that. I mean I loved his Dominant vibe. Loved how he called me Boy. Responded to it. Longed to keep hearing it. But he was a freaking werewolf. Nuh-uh. No way. No relationship with animals. Although . . . Was he an animal? Animals could not talk. He was talking to me. Ugh . . .

So confused.

“Boy, it’s been a rough few hours for you. Lay down on the bench. I’ll sit below and keep you from falling off. You rest until we arrive.”

The offer appealed to me. Needed time to process what all had happened and had not had it. Sleep would help. I stretched out and used my arm as a pillow. Soon as I closed my eyes, my body subcumbed to sleep.

“Special Agent Clarkson is the one I give you over to.” John smiled at me as he hovered over me. “He will take care of you. Guard you. Protect you. Care for you. Guide you” His hand came up and cupped my face. “He will ensure your life was all that I have failed to do over the last couple of years. Let him take care of you. Promise me, Boy.”

“Master,” I sat upright, expecting to fall off the bench, but I did not. “How are you here? I saw you die?”

“Afterlife Scape, a talent of my families. We were not werewolves, but held magical abilities. I did not receive many. Mine rested more in the afterlife abilities, like this one. I can project myself to people from the afterlife for a short time.”

“Why did you never tell me, Master?”

“Never thought I’d have to use it with us.” His smile was just as I remembered it. Not the last few years, but from before Mr. Julian. The one I longed to put on him. “I know you are fearful of what you have learned. And you should be. It is hard to accept. To comprehend, but it is all real. I promise, Boy, I would not lie to you in life, or death. You know this to be true.”

I did. I’d trust him over anyone else, even in my dreams.

“Then I am safe with Special Agent Preston Clarkson.”

“More than. He will become your Master. He is the one I am passing my Boy onto. Accept him and the life he can give you.”

“he wants me to become a wolf.” How did one do that to start with? Did I have to be torn to pieces like in the movies?

“Take time and discuss the process with your Master like you would have me. Then make the decision that you know is best for you. I have faith in you to make the one that your Master says is best for you. You always have. Always will. I love you, Boy. Just remember that. Remember that your Master is giving you to your new Master, Master Preston.”

“Wow, there, Boy. It’s alright.” Special - - No, Master Preston caught me before I toppled off the bench. “You okay, Boy?”

Was I?