Knocked Up by His Werewolf Dom [Lone Wolf Pack 2] (2 page)

And so, he nodded. As the music started again, the stranger pulled him from the crowd toward the VIP ropes barring the entrance to the lower section of the club. Jessie's heart started to race even faster. He'd heard stories of what went on in the private rooms of such clubs, and he'd even experienced it himself once or twice, a long time ago.

Strikingly enough, the solidity of the stranger's hand holding his calmed him down—insofar as he could be calm under such circumstances, at least. Like a man in a dream, he followed the stranger into the depths of the club. They bypassed several bouncers that eyed them both impassively, and several rooms from which moans of pleasure could already be heard.

Jessie's dick throbbed as he took in the sounds and he actually released a little whimper. He hoped to God that his companion didn't notice, but alas, luck didn't seem to be on his side. The other man stopped and turned toward Jessie, a quizzical little smile on his full lips. "Do you want to stop and watch, pretty?" he asked.

Jessie had no idea how the man had read him so well. He did have a voyeuristic streak, although he rarely indulged in it. For some reason, he thought of sex as an intensely private experience, but at the same time, liked seeing other people do it, and liked being seen. Of course, that hadn't worked too well for him in the past, so maybe it would be best if they just retreated to a private room.

And maybe he'd have said exactly that, but the stranger's deep blue eyes kept him from doing so. "I want to see it," he heard himself say.

"Hmm… That reply isn't really satisfactory, but we'll see to that later." The stranger grinned. "Come on."

The other man led Jessie into a large auditorium-style room, boasting a brightly-lit stage where the main performance was already underway. Two twinks lay on a bed covered in black sheets, touching and kissing. Just as Jessie and his companion sat down on a comfortable settee, a bulky Dom built like a brick wall gestured for the smaller of the two to position himself on all fours on the bed. As he fed the young man his dick, he threw a bottle of lube at the third man, who proceeded to oil up the smaller guy's hole.

The man on the bottom moaned as he was penetrated from both sides. Jessie watched them in a mix of anguish and lust. They were sexy, no doubt about it, and they all seemed into it, but the scene still reminded Jessie of something he'd rather forget.

In the darkness of the room, his companion's eyes seem to glow as he said, "Not too worry, pretty. You're all mine. I won't ever share you with anyone."

Jessie's heart nearly stopped at the fierce pledge. He hadn't even said anything about his baggage to the Dom, but for some reason, the man had felt it. The possessiveness in the words made Jessie's cock throb even harder in his pants, and he became more aroused than he ever remembered being.

The stranger seemed to guess this as well, because he reached for Jessie and pulled him down to the floor. Jessie was so surprised that he didn't even protest. The angle brought him within sight of the other man's erect dick, and his head spun with lust and the desire to reach out and touch.

For some reason, he didn't do so. They might not have agreed on a dynamic between the two of them, but Jessie still had very clear in his head that he wasn't allowed to touch the other man until he was explicitly given permission. It was hard to hold back, but it also filled Jessie with a delicious anticipation he hadn't experienced in a long time.

The other man spread his legs, accommodating his cock better in his pants, but not gesturing for Jessie to approach. Instead, he arched a brow at Jessie and said, "Take your clothes off."

"What?" Jessie asked. "But…"

"I said… Take your clothes off."

With trembling hands, Jessie started to comply. He unbuttoned his shirt, although it took him far longer than it should have. The damn discs simply refused to cooperate, and Jessie mentally cursed them and his own clumsiness.

Still, his Dom was patient, and didn't even hasten him along. When Jessie finished taking off his shirt, the other man hummed in obvious appreciation. "Good. Now the pants."

There was something so intoxicating about being ordered to do the simplest of tasks. He was aware that, by now, some of the other men in the auditorium were staring at him and his Dom, but it wasn't even their attention that mattered. He wanted to please this man who, with one word, could make him lose track of his identity.

And so, Jessie toed off his shoes and wiggled out of his tight-as-sin jeans. They were his "fuck me" jeans, and it seemed that they'd achieved their purpose, because Jessie was clearly going to get fucked tonight. Of course, it wasn't exactly easy to disrobe without getting up, but the Dom had wordlessly told him to stay there, on his knees, and Jessie wasn't about to ignore that command.

The Dom reached for him, caressing Jessie's cheek with striking gentleness. Jessie dared to look up, and what he saw in the other man's gaze made him moan in distressed arousal. But at the same time, the bright passion in his Dom's eyes burned away the lingering remnants of Jessie's nervousness. "What's your name, pretty?" the Dom asked.

The command in the other man's voice resonated against that part of Jessie that he'd never been able to truly abandon. He hadn't even realized that they hadn't introduced each other. "Jessie," he immediately replied.

"Well, Jessie, tonight you are mine. You will call me Master Andreas. You will not come until I tell you to. Your pleasure is mine and mine alone. Is that understood?"

A feeling of complete rightness flowed over Jessie as he replied, "Yes, Master Andreas."

The Dom nodded in appreciation to Jessie's words. "Now, pretty, pick a safe word."

Jessie scrutinized his mind for anything that would fit, but for some reason, in spite of his extensive vocabulary, he simply couldn't come up with anything. A safe word meant something. It was so easy to ignore it, but between a Dom and his sub, it carried the weight of all the trust in the relationship.

But that was why he'd come here to begin with, to learn how to trust again, to cast away the loneliness in his heart. After a few moments of hesitation, he finally said, "Whatever."

Master Andreas's full lips twisted into an amused smirk, but then his eyes filled with a knowledge that should have made Jessie feel uncomfortable. It was a strange moment of companionship and togetherness in the middle of a scene where the balance of power lay so completely in Master Andreas's hands. Had he noticed Jessie's vacillation? Did he realize why Jessie had chosen that word to begin with? A word that could be or mean anything, but never really have its own meaning. A word that could become Jessie's haven, or his hell. Did Master Andreas see things the way Jessie did?

Jessie didn't know the answer to that, and he really didn't want to think about what made him question every single thing he did tonight. So he focused on Master Andreas's face, on his strong body, on the tone of his voice as he said, "All right, pretty. Lower my zipper."

Jessie didn't wait to be told twice. He leaned over Master Andreas, his hands shaking as he complied with the Dom's command. He pulled the zipper down slowly, already awaiting further instructions. His Dom's cock sprung out of the leather pants, impossibly hard and already leaking copious amounts of precum. Jessie's mouth watered to taste and his anus clenched around empty air as he imagined taking that magnificent dick inside him. God, it was easily twelve inches long, the kind of dick Jessie had only ever seen on porn stars. He'd wondered if such members could truly exist on normal people. Apparently, the answer was yes, and Jessie couldn't wait to feel the thick shaft spearing him, fucking him hard and fast.

And shit, he didn't remember ever being so taken with someone, not even with... But no, he wouldn't think about the asshole. He'd come here to make his peace with his past, but he wouldn't let it cloud his present. His heart told him that he could trust Master Andreas, and no matter how afraid he might have been to put himself in the hands of someone else again, he wanted what the Dom offered.

Was it odd that in spite of the darkness in the auditorium, Jessie had never seen more clearly? Maybe. But the moment when Master Andreas smiled down at him came to him with such clarity that Jessie could have wept. And then, the Dom finally whispered, "Take it into your mouth," and it was like a switch went off in Jessie's brain. He dove in for his prize, greedily swallowing down Master Andreas's prick. The Dom didn't make a noise, but his breath caught, and Jessie took it as encouragement. He moaned around the other man's cock, taking as much of the magnificent member as he could, the taste of Master Andreas's precum like manna from the heavens.

"That's it," the Dom said. "Suck it. Slowly. Don't rush. Keep your hands out of it."

Jessie followed every last one of the other man's commands. He became an instrument of Master Andreas's lust, sucking lightly on the cock in his mouth. His hands itched to touch and grip the base of his Dom's prick, but he'd been explicitly told not to do that. And okay, maybe he also wanted to touch himself. His prick throbbed between his legs, begging for some release. But Master Andreas had said from the very beginning that Jessie's pleasure belonged to him, and Jessie had every intention to obey his Dom.

He closed his eyes in rapture as Master Andreas's heavy hand landed in his hair, guiding him along. There was something so impossibly comforting about belonging to someone else, and belonging with him. Those were two different things, as Jessie had learned the hard way, but right then and there, Jessie felt he and his Dom could have it all.

His rational side might have screamed at him, pointed out that he was crazy, but the submissive inside Jessie knew what he needed and what he craved—and it was Master Andreas. As he bobbed his head up and down the Dom's dick, he couldn't even wonder why this felt so right. It just did, and that was what mattered, this feeling of absolute freedom that Jessie had tried to find all his life and hadn't experienced since... Well, he'd never experienced it at all, really. He just wanted to pleasure Andreas. That was the only thing that mattered to him.

Jessie released a moan of distress when Master Andreas pulled his cock from his mouth, but the Dom didn't hold it against him. He got up, tucked his cock back into his pants, and then extended his hand to Jessie. Jessie took it and got up on shaky legs. He was naked and barefoot in an auditorium filled with strangers who were all staring at him. It seemed like a scenario from his worst nightmares. He was afraid, but for some reason, when he held onto his Dom's hand, he felt safe. The past didn't rule him anymore.

The three men on the bed were still going at it, but Jessie didn't care anymore. He only had eyes for Master Andreas. His Dom brushed his lips over Jessie's forehead and said, "It's all right, pretty," he said. "I'm here with you, and you belong to me. Remember that always."

Jessie met the Dom's eyes, his heart beating a million miles an hour. "Yes, Master Andreas."

"You see them all. They're looking at you. They all want you, and they're just thinking about how beautiful you are and how much they want to fuck you. But they can't do that. Because you're mine. Isn't that right, Jessie?"

It was the first time Master Andreas had used his actual name, and maybe that was why it felt the question had extra meaning. Whatever the case, Jessie nodded eagerly. "Yes, Master Andreas."

He kind of sounded like a broken record by now, but that was the answer his Dom seemed to expect of him. Picking him up, Master Andreas carried him out of the auditorium. Jessie had a brief moment when he wondered what would happen to his clothes. Then, he asked himself why they were leaving. Had Jessie done something wrong?

Thankfully, Master Andreas proceeded to explain, wiping away Jessie's uncertainties. "I want you all to myself tonight," the Dom said. "You're too beautiful for anyone else to appreciate."

Jessie relaxed in the other man's arms, settling his head on Master Andreas's shoulder. He hadn't felt beautiful in a long time, but now, something new, shy and warm was building up in his heart. He didn't dare to prod it too much—it was so different from what he'd experienced the last time he'd ventured into the lifestyle. He just went with what his soul was telling him and put his faith in Master Andreas.

The other man carried him into a room a few corridors away from the auditorium. It was quieter here, although some moans still echoed from other nearby chambers. The Dom set him on a bed so big it could have filled Jessie's entire bedroom. He stepped back and scanned Jessie from head to toe. Jessie wondered what Master Andreas was thinking, what he had in mind for the rest of tonight. It could be anything, really. With the corner of his eye, Jessie caught sight of an assortment of toys waiting to be used on nearby tables. There were dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, and of course, whips, paddles, bondage cuffs, blindfolds, everything Jessie had once known and unsuccessfully tried to leave behind. He wanted it all tonight, wanted to feel the bite of the whip, the burn of a spanking. But the sight of the restraints scared him. And it scared him even more that the Dom went straight for the cuffs.

His breath started to come in ragged pants. If Master Andreas noticed, he made no note of it. He just carried the restraints to the bed and reached for Jessie's wrists.  Instinctively, Jessie reeled back, curling away from the Dom.

Master Andreas joined him on the bed and cupped his cheek. "Shh. Trust me."

Jessie breathed through the panic and focused on the other man's voice. He stared at the leather bindings in Master Andreas's hand, and back at the Dom's face. There were so many things he'd have liked to tell Master Andreas, but he couldn't make his vocal cords work.

"Do you want to say your safe word?" the Dom asked softly.

Whatever. It would be so easy. His brain and his voice would muster that much. A few syllables, and the scene would be over. Master Andreas would stop.

Yes, the Dom would stop. Jessie trusted him to do that. He knew that much. Master Andreas wouldn't hurt him. Then why was it so hard to accept it, to open himself to what he wanted? He had loved the weight of the leather cuffs around his wrists once. Why couldn't he embrace that again?