Dalton, Tymber - Fire and Ice [A Triple Trouble Prequel] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

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.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered as she squirmed against her restraints.

She heard him strip off the glove and throw it away. Then he returned, his warm, strong hands caressing her ass.

“Ready, pet?”

“Yes, Sir!”

He didn’t hold back. From the first stinging slap until she almost thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he spanked her harder than any human man ever had, with his bare hands, along her ass, down the backs of her thighs, and her upper arms.

When he stopped and stepped away, she didn’t know whether to cry in relief or disappointment. The pain had helped keep her mind off the pleasure in her ass and cunt. Now her orgasm was trying to work its way back without the spanking to keep it at bay.

He returned and she felt him lay something across her ass. “Next toy,” he said. “One of my favorites.”

She barely had time to process the
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sound of him swinging the riding crop before it struck her exactly in the crease where her ass met her upper thighs. The burning sting radiated from her flesh through her body, making her cry out and shoring up her defenses against her impending orgasm.

“Yes!” she whispered as the first tears started. No man had ever been able to make her cry.

In fact, no one had ever been able to make her cry, one of the few human experiences she’d always envied others, including her sister, Babs.

He spaced his strikes along her ass and upper thighs just far enough apart she had time to process them before landing the next one. Tears running down her face, she wanted to laugh, to cry, to scream for mercy and beg for more.

When he stopped she took a deep, gasping breath and broke out sobbing again. He knelt in front of her and cradled her face in his hands.

“Give me a color,” he said.

“Green, Sir,” she whispered.

He smiled. “Good girl.” He wiped her tears away with his thumbs and planted a kiss on her lips before stepping behind her again.

She felt him lay a cool, flat, hard implement against the burning flesh of her ass. “Paddle, pet.” The first stinging slap arched her back and drew an anguished howl from her. Instead of the expected next impact, he said, “Color, pet.”

“Green!”

“Good girl.” He spanked her several more times with it, until she was howling with pain, sobbing, and loving every second of it.

He walked over to her head and grabbed her hair, lifting her head. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir!”

“Do you want to be My mate?”

“Yes, Sir!”

He smiled. “Do you want to be My slave?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Whose collar do you wear?”

“Yours, Sir!”

He knelt down in front of her. “You have to ask me. Beg me to submit to me.”

“Please, Sir! I submit to You!”

“You will submit in every way?”

“Yes, Sir!” Anything, everything, just so he wouldn’t stop, so he’d reignite the stinging in her ass.

So he’d make her cry again.

So he’d make her feel again.

“What are you asking Me, pet?”

“Please, Sir! I submit to You! I want to be your wife, your mate, your pet, your slave. Everything. Please!”

He smiled. “Good girl.” He gently released her hair and stepped around her. She felt him switch off the vibrating egg and pull it out, but he left the butt plug in.

She shivered with anticipation as she felt his thighs press against her red, welted ass and legs. The swollen head of his cock slipped between her labia. He grabbed her by the hips.

“Mine,” he growled, sounding like the wolf lurking just beneath the surface.

“Yours!” she gasped.

He slammed home, renewing her happy sobs as he fucked her, hard and fast. “Come for me, pet,” he ordered.

As her orgasm, the most powerful one she’d ever felt in her immortal life, ripped through her, he leaned forward and sank his teeth into the back of her shoulder. The pain rippled through her pleasure, intensifying it, tripling it.

“Yes!” she screamed as another orgasm flowed through her.

He let go of her shoulder and picked up the pace of his thrusts, the entire spanking bench scooting across the floor. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

“Come!” he growled in an Alpha tone.

Her body immediately responded. He slammed home one last time, and she felt his cock pumping his seed deep inside her, marking her inside and out as his. As he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and winded, he kissed her shoulder where he’d bit her.

“Mine,” he whispered, his voice no longer growly.

She closed her eyes, feeling a peace the likes of which she’d never experienced before. “Yours, Sir,” she whispered back.

* * * *

He unhooked her from the bench but left the cuffs and collar on her. He did let her remove the butt plug, but when he got her into his bed, he immediately replaced it with his cock, fucking her hard and fast until he emptied his balls inside her there, too.

Callie couldn’t believe his stamina, not that she was complaining. They moved to the shower, where he took his time soaping up every inch of her body. When his cock hardened, she dropped to her knees and enjoyed the feel of his fingers lightly digging into her scalp as he fucked her mouth. She dug her fingernails into his ass and silently chuckled as it made him growl and explode yet another stream of cum into her body.

She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Good, Sir?” It felt right calling him that. She never thought she’d ever enjoy submitting to someone. Bottom? Sure. She loved a good beating.

But handing herself over to someone else?

Guess I have no choice now.
Not that she was complaining.

He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her, deeply exploring her mouth with his tongue. “I love you,” he whispered when he finally ended their kiss.

She smiled. “I love you, too, Sir.”

He grinned. “You are a fast learner.”

“I should hope so. I’m old enough.”

He turned her so he could see his mark on her shoulder. Brushing his thumb over it, it had already healed, just red, raised bumps where his teeth had broken her flesh.

A permanent mark.

“What do we do now, Sir?” she asked as he pulled her back into his arms.

“First, we go to bed because my cock’s already getting hard again. Then we’ll see how many times I can make your eyes roll back in your head. Then I’m going to get one of my canes and stripe your ass with it.”

“That’s all, Sir?” She grinned.

He laughed. “Then we have to take a road trip up to Maine.”

“What’s up there?”

“My Pack.”

Chapter Four

Daniel groaned as he rolled over. A sound had disturbed him. Callie still lay sound asleep next to him, facedown but one arm possessively draped over his chest, and her red hair draped in a beautiful spray across her shoulders and on the pillow. They’d arrived at his cousin’s house at the pack compound in Maine late the night before, exhausted from two days straight on the road.

How did I get so lucky?

She’d run him through the wringer, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Then that damn sound again, the one that woke him up.
Fucking cell phone.
He’d forgotten to turn it off.

He fumbled for it on the bedside table and was going to hit ignore when he saw who the caller was and that it was nearly noon. He answered.

“Jocko?”

“Yeah, listen. Got a question fer ye, boyo. Ye know a dragon shifter by the name of Kael Dalca?”

Daniel sat up, sleep draining from his system. “Yeah? What’s wrong?” He’d heard rumblings of something bad happening to the dragons’ Seer at the Gathering in Yellowstone, but he didn’t know the details.

He’d been too busy nailing himself a… Well, he didn’t know exactly what the hell she was. Only that she was now his mate.

“Ye
really
know him?” Jocko asked, his tone insistent. “Yer sure? This is important.”

“Yeah.” He scrubbed his face with his free hand, final vestiges of sleep melting from his system. “Haven’t seen him since…” He thought about it. “Since after his family was killed. I went to the funeral. Helped him try to hunt the killers down. We were drinking buddies back in Brussels in the old days.”

“Okay. I need to know where the hell ye are. I need yer carcass back at the Maine compound yesterday. Hear me?”

He suppressed a laugh. “Um, no problem. We got here yesterday.”

“Eh?”

He glanced at Callie and stroked her arm, the smile on his face almost painful. “Me and my new mate. We got in late last night. We’re at my cousin’s house. Josh Favis.”

“Oh. Oh! That’s great! Congratulations, boyo. I know where Josh’s place is. I’ll be right over.”

Before Daniel could ask him why he was coming over, Jocko hung up.

With a sad sigh and knowing he was probably saying good-bye to his morning blow job, he gently roused Callie. “Honey, we need to get up and throw some clothes on. We’re getting a visitor in about five minutes.”

“Mefurcfe?” she mumbled into the pillow.

He gently rolled her over. “Try again, pet.”

“Before coffee, Sir?”

He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll go start the coffee. Get dressed.” He threw in some tone just to make it interesting. “
Now
.”

Her eyes popped open. He smelled her getting wet at the Alpha tone of his voice. He was ready for her when she threw her arms around him in an attempt to molest him. Laughing, he peeled her off him, forced her out of bed, and delivered a sweetly stinging slap with his open palm to her deliciously curved backside. “Go.”

She smiled over her shoulder at him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Fuck, now my cock’s hard.
With a disappointed sigh, he pulled on a pair of jeans and carefully tucked everything in without catching himself in the zipper. Hopefully, he could get the conversation with Jocko done and over with soon and still get his morning blow job. Josh would be at work until at least six that night.

Plenty of time for fun.