Beast Within (7 page)

“Poor Pickle.”

Dylan bared his teeth at her. “Damn. If my teeth were
pointed right now, I’d rip your throat out.”

Haley ran her hand down his chest. “I have an experiment I
want to try. I want to see if we can learn to control this changing bit.”

Dylan’s blood heated at her touch. His cock jerked. “Oh,
yeah? Does it involve you getting naked and an exchange of body fluids, I
hope?”

“However did you guess?”

Dylan lunged at her, but she pushed him back against the
bed.

“Let me explain first.”

“Talk, talk, talk. Yap, yap, yap. Ever heard of ‘shut up and
kiss me’?”

“Shut up and let me talk. I have a master’s in biology.”

“Big whoop. My mom’s love of poetry led me to get a Ph.D. in
European Literature.” Dylan tunneled his hands under her pajama top. He got his
hands around her breasts, but she pulled herself away.

“Oh, Doctor, I’m so not impressed. And this degree in which
you Piled Higher and Deeper qualifies you for what?”

“To ascertain if a patron desires fries with the order.” He
reached for her again, but she slapped his hands.

“Yeah, I thought so. Keep your hands to yourself, big boy,
before I get my handcuffs out. And I don’t mean the breakaway bondage ones.
I’ll knock you out and get my official ones around you.”

Dylan tucked away his grin. She wore her Valkyrie game face
which clearly radiated do not mess with me, you will not win.

Maybe if Dylan behaved himself for a bit longer while she
yakked away, she’d pull out the breakaways and let him use them on her. Being
the sub in bondage games wasn’t something he liked, especially after all the
crap he went through in Hell Hospital.

“Listen to me. When you were eating, even a while ago when
we were having sex, you didn’t fully change into the jaguarondi. Do you have
any idea what you were thinking at the time?”

“Sex?”

“Get your mind off your pickle, pickle head! Think.”

“Oh, hell. Okay, okay. Let me think. When I was eating the
steak, I wanted to get my face into it like a caveman. I didn’t want to
embarrass myself in front of you so I forced myself to use a fork.”

“Okay, that’s a start. And when we started rolling around on
the bed?”

Dylan felt like he had in sixth-grade when he tried to pick
up the eighth-grade head cheerleader. “Hell. I was afraid if I made an ass out
of myself by turning into a jaguarondi, I’d never get laid.”

Haley patted the top of his head as if he was a little kid
who learned to tie his shoes.

He grabbed her hand and pushed it onto his shaft. “It’s
called lap dancing for a reason.”

She had the gall to laugh. “If this works like I think,
we’ll get to that.”

To his pleasure, she didn’t remove her hand, even though she
didn’t massage his cock either. She just kept talking, “There is a part of the
brain called the amygdala.”

“Wasn’t that the name of Luke Skywalker’s mother in the old
Star Wars movies?”

“That was Queen Amidala. Shut up or I’ll twist your balls
until they turn blue.”

“Yes, ma’am, Brunhilde.”

“The amygdale decodes emotions, particularly those involving
things that threaten a person or animal. It reacts with the brain’s hippocampus
that stores and retrieves memories. The result of the two working together is
strong emotional reaction to something. Frightening memories retrieved from the
hippocampus can result in the amygdale to produce anxiety.”

“I’d be impressed if I cared for a biology lesson. When do
we get to the sex?”

“You are the perfect proof of men who can’t use their brains
and cocks at the same time. Not enough blood to work both organs. Now listen to
my theory. The anxiety of trauma such as this gunshot wound,” she patted the
healing wound on his thigh, “or the horrible realization that you were turning
into a jaguarondi in the kitchen resulted in anxiety strong enough to send the
amygdala into panic-attack mode. This panic attack released the fight or flight
adrenaline and might have triggered the DNA to change you to the jaguarondi.”

“Like I changed after you kneed me in the nuts?”

“Um, yes. Sorry about that.”

“Kiss it and make it better?”

Brunhilde’s eyes gleamed. “Now we’re getting to my
experiment. When you ate the steak, you wanted to not embarrass yourself by
acting on the animal instincts. You controlled it. Now the pleasure of making
love is similar to the same emotions that trigger pain. So,” she slowly ran her
hand up and down his cock, “if I do things like this, we’ll reprogram the
amygdala so it associates it with pleasure. With enough work, you might be even
be able to learn how to control the change.”

“I promise to practice all night if necessary.” Dylan
reached for the hem of her pajama top, but she stopped him yet again.

“No. You’re going to have to be my sex slave. You’re going
to have to do what I say and let me do things to you so you can learn to keep
the change from happening.”

“Oh, hell.” Dylan considered the scenario. He absolutely
hated not being in control, but if the only way he was going to get anything
was to be the sub, then he’d suck it up and be the sub. First though, he needed
to make something clear to Hildy. “Just don’t handcuff me or tie me up. I think
I’ll go into a panic attack after being in the Mexican cartel prison camp and
Hell Hospital. Then you might prove your theory is correct when I turn into a
jaguarondi and start ripping things up.”

“The object is to teach you to learn to not change into a
jaguarondi. Okay, I won’t tie you. Hang on to the bedstead bars.”

Obediently, he wrapped his hands around the bars behind his
head. She pushed apart his legs until she had room to kneel between them.
Although she eyed his body up and down, to his frustration, she didn’t touch
him. He dug his heels into the bed and lifted his butt, wanting her mouth on
his favorite body part and saw a drop of cum on his tip.

“Hildy, please. Go down on me.”

“No, Pickle. You get no choice in what I’m going to do. No
talking or I’ll gag you.”

“Don’t gag me. Remember I’ve been held prisoner for real.
I’ll shut up.”

Haley nodded solemnly. “I promise not to gag you then. But
no more talking.” Instead of smacking him in punishment, which he would have
enjoyed at this point, she sat back on her heels and continued to watch him.

She took off her pajama top and he saw her peaked nipples.
With her gaze still roving over his body, she lifted her breasts with her hands
and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs.

Dylan bit back his groan and instinctively arced his back.
His hands and mouth tingled. No. He refused to allow the change to occur. He
wanted to get laid. She wasn’t going to participate if he turned into a
jaguarondi. He forced the tingling to go away.

When he looked back at Haley, his Brunhilde was smiling at
him.

“You stopped it, didn’t you?”

He nodded. She told him not to talk and, by damn, he wasn’t
going to say a word.

“Very good.”

She leaned down over his body. Her lovely, white hands toyed
with his balls. As it brushed against his darker skin, her blonde hair shone silver
in the full moonlight. She blew lightly on his hot, hard shaft.

Finally, she took him into her mouth and began to suck.

To his dismay, she pulled away from him. “Don’t come yet,”
she ordered. She licked her lips as though savoring the taste of his cum.

“Are you fucking insane? My balls are about to explode.”

Haley sat back and glared at him. “Make it stop. If you
can’t control your own cock, how the hell can you learn to control the shift to
jaguarondi? Don’t let go of the bedstead and don’t talk.”

Dylan tensed, focusing all his attention on his cock before
it made Mount St. Helen’s most recent eruption look like a pot of vegetables
boiling over.

His hands gripped the bedstead rails. The tingling in his
fingers increased until he wanted to claw something. His teeth ached and his
ears felt like they were being twisted off his head. Even his butt hurt like it
was being torn in two.

He ignored all of it and concentrated on his cock. It jerked
with a life of its own while he fought not to have a complete orgasm. His hands
got slippery with sweat, but he held the bedstead rails. He nearly bit his
tongue. With Haley glaring at him, he didn’t groan or let out a single peep.

His cock finally subsided. It still stood hard and ornery,
but it quit trying to spray the ceiling. The tension immediately left him as
though all the aching and burning never happened.

“Better,” Haley crooned. “Much better. You see? You are a
man, not an animal or just a cock.”

Dylan narrowed his eyes at her as if daring her to get him
to talk. He wanted to get fucked, not be fucked around with.

“I’ll be back in just a minute. Don’t let go of the bedstead
and don’t talk.”

Haley walked from the room, determined to get herself under
control before she went back to Dylan. Never had she been Domme before with a
man as determined to maintain control as Dylan. Not only had he surprised her
by keeping his cock from erupting, he controlled and dismissed the
shape-changing at the same time.

How soon was his control going to snap? She only hoped when
his instinctive desire to be the leader came to the fore, he satisfied his
domination by pounding his cock deep inside her. She hoped she didn’t have to
face an enraged wildcat. She needed to get her supply of vet products and be
ready to hit the wildcat with a fast-acting tranquillizer if Dylan completely
lost control.

But first.

She discarded her pajama bottoms and leaned against the
hallway wall. She ran her fingers across her wet folds, imagining Dylan’s
fingers separating them while his tongue lapped her. Her breathing quickened
and she pushed two fingers deep inside. She pinched a nipple with one hand,
wishing it were Dylan’s thicker fingers.

She rubbed herself harder and deeper, her womb clenched with
tight pulses. She knew Dylan didn’t have a clue how hard it had been for her to
stop sucking his cock. She wanted to drink his cum while it sprayed in her
mouth. She wanted to impale herself on that tall, thick cock while he sucked
her nipples.

A brief orgasm shuddered through her body and relieved some
of her ache. Languidly, she pushed herself away from the wall and went to the
kitchen to get the chocolate syrup and a couple of tranquillizer slap
injections.

Nice little gadgets those were. Just slap the animal and the
tiny needle on the bulb sank into the animal’s skin immediately releasing the
tranq. In Dylan’s case, she hoped she got the tranq into his system before he
fully changed. Otherwise, the jaguarondi would tear her up. She eyed her tranq
gun. No. He’d worry if he knew the gun was in the room with them. The worry
could easily lead to panic. No. She’d trust Dylan’s strength to control
himself. And take the tranq capsules just in case.

On her way back to the bedroom, she made a brief foray into
the bathroom. She had promised not to tie him or gag him, but here was a nice
strip of velvet, a foam paintbrush for the chocolate and some feathers. She
really needed to get a small nightstand with a drawer for her sex toys. Not
that she’d had much use for them since she was transferred to south Texas. Now
why the hell had she settled for her own fingers when she had her nice dual
action vibrator here in the drawer? Because the dildo wasn’t as long or thick
as Dylan’s cock, she reminded herself. And the butt vibrator didn’t have the
same texture as his fingers.

She slammed the drawer shut. If she wasn’t careful, she was
going to slip into the sub role and be begging him to fuck her. She needed to
remain Domme until they both knew he had control over the changing.

In her bedroom, Dylan still had his hands clamped around the
headboard rails. His angry look subsided when he saw the goodies in her hands.
Or maybe because she was naked, her thighs still gleaming from her own cream
that flowed when she jacked herself. Whatever. He now looked like he was eager
to try whatever she dished out. She set the tranq capsules on the spindly table
that held her lamp.

“Good boy, you didn’t move,” she crooned at him again,
knowing damn well he hated the sound. She’d worked hard to perfect that grating
tone, halfway between an indulgent mommy tone and a teacher comment to a not
too bright student. It had pissed off the soldiers under her command and made
them try harder.

She had the very hopeful feeling she was going to be
screaming his name in delight in the not too distance future. She smothered her
grin, knowing she needed to stay in charge.

“Turn your body so you’re on your back and your butt is at
the edge of the bed,” she ordered.

At his obedient shifting, she knelt on the floor. Perfect.
His balls, cock and butt were even with her face. “Put your feet on the bed,
but keep your butt where it is. Pull your legs farther apart and hold your
ankles with your hands.”

Sweet women of all eternity, she’d forgotten how much it
turned her on to have a self-assured man as her sex slave, one who trusted her
enough to let her do whatever she wanted.

Slowly, she began to weave the feather around his balls,
loving the way they tightened and his cock jerked. His breathing turned into
panting, but he didn’t show any of the wildcat changing. Haley decided it was
time to up the ante. She reached for the tiny foam paintbrush, then decided to
hell with it. She wanted to touch his balls and cock herself.

She squirted the still-chilly chocolate syrup into her palm,
then used just the tip of her middle finger to trace chocolate swirls and lines
on the smooth insides of his thighs. Around each ball, she slowly drew
concentric circles. With only a bit of chocolate left in her palm, she wrapped
her hand around his cock. Under her sticky palm, the veins beat a fast
staccato, thickening his cock as she held it.

She didn’t bother to look at Dylan’s face. She knew from his
breathing and the sheen of sweat glistening in the dim light he was almost at
the edge. His body shuddered and she caught a quick glimpse of claws peeking
from his toenails and fingernails. To her pleasure, the claws disappeared
quickly, like a cat whose claws extend then retract when it stretches.

“Good control,” Haley commented. The time had to come to
reward both of them just a bit.

Gently, she lapped the chocolate off his thighs, then moved
slowly to his balls. His body twisted slightly as she started to suck the first
one clean, but all she had to do was stop and he stilled immediately. When she
started again, he never moved. After licking the second one clean, she wondered
if they both had the strength for her to suck his cock.

She held her thighs tightly together. She didn’t to take her
hands off his body to touch herself. Her cream made her thighs slide against
each other.

She started with a bit of licking, using just the tip of her
tongue. The knuckles showed white at the grip he had on his ankles. Encouraged
by his determination, she used her full tongue to lap first up the length, then
around the girth.

Damn, damn, damn. She wanted this pounding inside her pussy,
not her mouth. But she needed to make sure he still had control. She began to
take him into her mouth, a few millimeters at a time. With one hand, she
fondled his balls. The other hand she slid back and forth across his butt
cheeks, occasionally touching his butthole. Hopefully, this time his tail
wouldn’t come out.

His cock jerked in her mouth. She suckled harder, pleased he
didn’t come immediately. She adored the shape of the smooth tip, then devoured
him deeper to feel the texture of the ridged veins feeding its heavy girth.

Her nipples tightened unbearably. Her sex wept hot juices.

“Push yourself back onto the bed,” she said hoarsely.

She sat back on her calves and touched herself. She had to
have him now. She stood up, then climbed on the bed. He still kept his legs
spread apart, his hands gripping his ankles. “Let go of your ankles and hold
the headboard rails again.”

She brushed a taut nipple against his mouth. Ah, a smart
study. Dylan already knew not to do anything she didn’t tell him to do.

She rubbed the other nipple across his mouth, daring him to
taste it. Good. He kept his mouth shut although she saw the strain in his jaw
and the taut tension in his body.

Haley straddled his body, then rubbed her aching, wet pussy
across his chest. Was he in full control?

She raised herself up to her knees, noting the tranq caps
within easy reach to grab.
Rig
ht, Lundberg, trying to cover your ass
just in case the jaguarondi pops out
. She hoped she had time to get to
them.

Time to test his control.

She moved up to his face and brushed her wet pussy against
his face. The claws popped out from his fingers again but disappeared even more
quickly.

She lowered herself to his mouth. “Eat me.”

His tongue promptly plunged into her, lapping as though he
were dying of thirst. His mouth sucked at her and pulled the tight knot of her
clitoris into her mouth.

For a heartbeat, Haley felt stiff whiskers where her thighs
pressed Dylan’s cheeks and a scratchy tongue against her folds. They disappeared
as fast as she realized what they were.

Rapidly, the essence of her being climbed higher. She rubbed
her throbbing breasts against Dylan’s knuckles. If she truly planned to tame
him for her pure sex slave, she’d have him keep this level of sensation with
his sucking, lapping and occasionally teeth scraping all night long. Just as
the thought occurred to her, her being stripped itself from her body. Her
orgasm sent her into a frenzy, grinding herself against Dylan’s mouth and
tightening her thighs against his cheeks while shudders ripped through her.

“Dylan! Oh, saints! Dylan!”

The last of the orgasm ignited through her and left her
hanging limply on to the bedstead rails. His tongue and mouth moved more slowly
now. She felt cherished while he gently suckled and occasionally licked her to
send aftershocks through her.

Stiffly, she unwound her hands from the rails, then moved
herself from his mouth still savoring her.

“Nice,” she said, barely able to keep her eyes open. She
patted his still-erect cock. “Turn on your side so I can reach your cock.”

Without saying a word, he twisted his body. Haley looked at
the odd angle he lay at then laughed. “You may take your hands off the rails
now and get comfortable.”

For a moment his jaw worked, but he didn’t say anything.

Haley took his cock into her mouth and began to suck again.
Dylan didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to stand this
torture. He didn’t think he had much control left to stop his cock from
exploding.

Her sweet pussy, glistening with her juices that he still
could taste, lay next to his face. The bountiful mounds he wanted to suckle
rubbed against his belly.

He wanted to grab her ass and eat her again. Hey, he
realized, she never told him to stop eating her. She didn’t give him permission
to touch her with anything other than his mouth, but he still had permission to
eat her.

He probed with his tongue, nudging her thighs slightly
farther apart. When he reached the ripe knot of her clitoris, she moaned
against his shaft. Her fingers dug into his butt, one finger pressing firmly
against his butthole.

He suckled her knot, enjoying the vibrations of her moans
against his cock. With her body shuddering, he lapped harder. He felt as
thought he was dying, trying to control his urge to probe her ass the way she
was pushing her thumb into his hole and slapping him with light spanks.

Her hand slapped with a sharp sting against his butt. She
jerked her mouth from his almost exploding cock.

“Get rid of the god-damn tail, Gomez!”

He took his mouth from her pussy and glanced over his
shoulder. His furry tail lashed against her head and shoulders.
Son of a
bitch!
His mind exploded. He hadn’t even felt the damn thing begin to
extend. At least he hadn’t said anything out loud. Maybe she’d go on giving him
head if he made the damn tail go away fast. Hastily, he concentrated on making
it go away. When it was gone, he cursed silently. He didn’t have the energy to
start this Domme-sub game again, at least not as sub.

His Brunhilde—and damn it all to hell and back, it wasn’t
fair
that women got to be multi-orgasmic and most men were thrilled to get a single
big one—lay on the wrinkled sheets glowing with sweat and post-coital
satisfaction.

His cock still pounded with unfulfilled lust. The last time
he had been this frustrated was when a girl cousin dared him to take one of his
grandfather’s
penis erectus
pills. Gawd-almighty, that had been the last
time he let a female be Domme until tonight. Just what had he been thinking?
His cock throbbed and he smelled Haley’s juices. Oh, yeah, he hadn’t been
thinking, just trying to control the damn wildcat urges to take care of his
basic human needs.