Savage Satisfaction (17 page)

When a hateful magpie was stupid enough to fly over the
house, she swooped through the air. It put up a fight, beak pecking at her as it
screamed and tossed about in the air, but Mirela caught it, breaking its neck
with her claws. Dipping low, she dropped the magpie at William’s feet before
climbing once more into the sky.

The next time she swooped down she saw the wolf sitting
beside William. He took off at a lazy run across the manicured grass. Mirela
dropped low until she was flying just above Christoffer, less than five feet
from the ground, riding the air off his back.

Together they returned to William, changing from animal to
human so they could touch and be touched.

* * * * *

Two days later, Mirela found herself in need of some
romantic advice. Her love for William was like a warm balm on her past hurts,
and the lord had grown noticeably happier since she’d said she loved him.
Christoffer, who’d been tense after finding out what she’d said, had relaxed
when William’s behavior toward him didn’t change.

They were woven together, the three of them, Mirela’s love
for William the last piece in a strange and uneven puzzle.

“Christoffer?” Mirela asked, sticking her head into the
bathroom. Mirela and Christoffer had kept the rooms they’d originally been
given and shared a bathroom. It was nice to have her own space, and Mirela had
recently discovered the joys of rearranging furniture, much to Christoffer’s
disgust since she made him do most of the actual moving.

“No need to knock,” he said in exasperation as he looked
over his shoulder. He was in the middle of pissing.

“Good,” Mirela said, coming in and sitting on the edge of
the tub. She’d finally figured out Christoffer’s sarcasm and discovered a lot
of pleasure could be had by annoying him.

Christoffer mumbled to himself as he shook his cock, zipped
his pants and flushed the toilet. “What do you want?”

“I want to get William something, to show him I love him.”

“He’s happy just knowing you love him,” Christoffer said, no
longer sounding annoyed. “You don’t need to give him anything.”

“But I want to.”

“Okay, want to go into town and buy him something?”

“Is that what I should do?”

“Did you have something else in mind?”

“I did,” Mirela took a deep breath. The idea both terrified
and aroused her. “I want to give him what he really wants, but I need your
help.”

Christoffer raised a brow in question. Mirela told him.

William knew they were up to something. Christoffer could
probably keep a secret, but Mirela could not. Every time William walked into a
room, Mirela would freeze and look guilty.

William had to admit that the first time he saw this he was
worried. Were they leaving him?

But Christoffer had smiled at him over Mirela’s head, then
loudly whispered at her to “Be cool”.

Mirela had tipped her head up, staring at the ceiling, her
face twitching until he left the room.

Over the next few days he walked in on more whispered
conferences, and let Christoffer borrow the car to take Mirela shopping. He
then gave Christoffer a firm talking to after the wolf tried to teach Mirela to
drive using his Jaguar SKL. The shop said they’d have the damage repaired in a
few days.

It had been a week since he’d first become aware of their
plotting, and William had decided that whatever it was, it was going to be a
long-term surprise, so he wasn’t prepared when Christoffer stopped him in the
upstairs hall.

“My lord?”

William tucked
The Times
under his arm. “Yes?”

“Would you accompany me?”

William raised his eyebrows at Christoffer’s formal tone.
“What’s this about?”

Christoffer rolled his eyes. “Could you just play along?”

“Ah, so this is my surprise?”

“It is, and you’d better be nice. We put a lot of work into
this.”

“I’d better? Well then.” William tossed the paper onto the
table. “I’m ready.”

Christoffer held out his hand and William took it.

As Christoffer led him through their sitting room to
Mirela’s door, William smiled. His Hunting Pair brought him such joy.

Hand on the knob, Christoffer paused. His face was serious,
his eyes startlingly blue.

“Just so you know, this was her idea. She wanted me to tell
you to take it all the way, do everything you want. We researched this, and she
knows some of the possibilities for what can happen. Trust her and trust me. I
won’t let you hurt her.”

“What’s this about?”

In reply, Christoffer opened the door.

Mirela knelt on the floor. Her arms were raised, wrists
behind her head. Her belly was fluttering with nerves, though this had been her
idea.

Christoffer had resisted at first, not wanting to do it, but
she’d convinced him. William had mentioned, more than once, how much he had
liked her like this. Mirela wanted to learn to enjoy it rather than fear it, so
that William could use her like this.

With Christoffer pledged to protect her, she was brave
enough to strip and put the jesses on once more. She knew he’d protect her.
After all, he loved her. He didn’t say it and she hadn’t said it to him, but
she knew it was love. The way he looked at her and the way she felt when he
came into a room was surely love. It wasn’t the same way she felt about William,
that was something rich and life-changing, whereas her love for Christoffer was
safe and comforting.

When the door opened, Mirela lifted her chin but kept her
eyes on the floor. Though she wore her jesses she did not wear her hood, and
would not.

“Mirela?” William asked.

“Yes, Master.” She took a deep breath to calm herself,
trying to remember the part she was playing. “How may I serve you?”

“Christoffer…”

“Her idea,” the wolf said.

“Mirela, you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.” Bored of looking at the floor, she looked up.
Longing warred with worry on William’s face. “Do I not please you?” she asked,
rising to her feet. She lowered her hands, running them over her own breasts,
down her belly, rubbing her freshly shaved sex.

William took a step forward, like a moth drawn to a flame,
but stopped himself. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want to be hurt?” Mirela bit her lower lip.
Christoffer had explained to her how pain could be pleasure, how humans, who
could not fly or run, sometimes enjoyed being bound. It was no great loss for
them, the way it had been for her.

Both men groaned when she lifted her breasts and pinched her
own nipples. A rush of power flooded Mirela, washing away her doubts.
Christoffer had helped her research and plan what she wanted to do. Mirela’s
favorite pictures and stories had been about the women who seemed to be in
control, even if they were tied up.

“I, ah, what was I saying?” William asked.

Mirela ducked her head to hide her smile.

“Hurt her. Spank her,” Christoffer said.

“No, no. Don’t hurt her. That’s it.”

“Oh right,” the wolf said, shaking himself. “William, don’t
worry, I’ll be here. Mirela and I have been doing, ah, research. I know exactly
what turns her on, and I won’t let you hurt her or scare her.”

William wanted to be convinced, wanted what she was offering.
That was clear when, the minute Christoffer stopped talking, William stepped
forward. Christoffer retreated to a corner to change.

William circled Mirela, looking her up and down. He trailed
a finger down her spine and whispered, “You’re beautiful. I want to do things
to you…”

“Then do them,” she kissed his fingers where they rested
against her shoulder, “Master.”

William spun her around and fisted his hand in her hair.
“You’re mine,” he said, squeezing her breast.

“Yes,” Mirela said, unbuttoning his shirt. “All yours.” She
finished the buttons, pulled his shirt out of his slacks and spread it open.
“May I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Mirela kissed her way down his chest to his waistband. She
undid his belt, then his pants. Tugging both his pants and his briefs midway
down his thighs, she took his hard cock in her hands, stroking it for a moment
before she got nervous and stood.

When she took a step back she smacked into Christoffer, who
cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs.

“Slave, you haven’t done a proper job undressing our
Master,” he growled. His words helped her remember their game and his presence
reassured her that she was safe. “Master, would you like me to beat this bad
girl?” Christoffer asked William.

“No, I don’t think a beating is in order, but maybe a
spanking?” Mirela felt Christoffer nod in response to William’s question. She
shivered with desire and fear, which were now rolled together into a powerful
concoction.

“Get on your knees,” William said, voice arrogant and
commanding. “Finish undressing me and then you’ll be over my knee to receive
your punishment.”

Mirela sank to her knees, unlacing and removing his shoes,
then his socks, pants and underwear. She threw them to the side, though she
remembered the girls they’d read about always folding things neatly. She wanted
to get to the good stuff now.

William seated himself on the bed. “Come to me.”

When she reached him, William’s big hands forced her down
over his lap. She struggled, not because she wanted to get away, but because
she wanted him to keep her there.

“Look at this sweet ass,” William said, holding her in place
with one hand on her back, the other rubbing her upturned bottom.

He pinched her and Mirela jerked.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded.

Mirela ended up with one leg stretched out on the bed, the
other dangling with her toes braced on the floor.

Smack.

William spanked her, a hard swat, but the sting faded
quickly to pleasure and warmth.

Fingers brushed her pussy, sliding between the lips of her
sex. Two thick fingers tunneled into her.

Smack.

The fingers in her sex pushed deeper at the same instant she
was spanked. Mirela looked back to see Christoffer kneeling near her ass, his
hand between her legs.

William spanked her three more times, each harder than the
last so she was jumping and yelping, her movement impaling her on Christoffer’s
fingers.

“I think she’s learned her lesson,” William said.

He rolled Mirela off his lap and guided her to the wall
where he attached her jesses to the bolts there.

“Christoffer, on your knees, eat her pussy.”

Christoffer, who was now naked except for a pair of simple
leather cuffs on each wrist, dropped to his knees. He kissed her naked mound,
pushed her legs apart and started licking the lips of her sex.

“What about, mmm, what about you?” Mirela asked William.

“I’m going to watch.”

As Christoffer lapped at her clit, Mirela watched William.
His eyes were dark and wild, the powerful king stripped of his courtly manners.
The pleasure built and built, but Mirela didn’t want it to end yet.

“Stop, I don’t want it over,” she said.

“Christoffer, enough.”

With a final nip, Christoffer leaned back. William came
closer and bent. “Spread her open so I can see her pretty puss,” he said.

Christoffer used two fingers to push open her sex, even
manipulating her clit from side to side so William could see everything. Mirela
was nearly wild with arousal by the time he stopped.

“Fuck, please, fuck me,” she said.

“Take her to the bed,” William ordered, arms crossed across
his chest.

When Christoffer freed her wrists, Mirela jumped on William,
wrapping her arms and legs around and clinging to him. She wanted him, needed
him. Mashing their lips together, Mirela swore she could taste his power and
control.

Christoffer wrested her away with brute strength and threw
her on the bed. Mirela bounced once before Christoffer was there, teeth bared
in a growl. Mirela hissed at him and swung her fist at his head. He grabbed her
wrist, bringing it toward the head of the bed where he could fasten it in
place.

“Wait,” William said. “Christoffer, lie on your back and
hold her on top of you.”

With William’s help they got themselves positioned so that
Mirela’s breasts rested on Christoffer’s belly, her head on his chest. Her knees
were bent, her hips cradled by Christoffer’s bent and spread legs.

“I haven’t taken you like this,” William said, standing
beside the bed and stroking her ass. He spanked her lightly. “Christoffer, you
are to hold her in place while I fuck her.”

“Yes, Master.”

William climbed on the bed. His fingers were on her ass, his
thumbs pulling the lips of her sex apart. Mirela felt the plum head of his cock
nudge her and then he slammed into her in one hard thrust. She cried out and
wiggled against Christoffer, who held her arms tight to his chest.

William’s cock touched soft places inside, rubbing against
her. His thrusts were hard and fast. This was fucking, pure and simple.

“Make her come,” William panted.

Christoffer released one of her wrists and wiggled his hand
between them to find her clit. The hard cock inside her, the fingers circling
her clit, drew the coil of pleasure in her belly tight, tighter, until she
couldn’t hold it together anymore.

Mirela came, biting Christoffer’s chest in a wild flurry of
pleasure.

William, panting, pulled from Mirela and flopped down on the
bed. “Christoffer, fuck her ass,” he ordered.

Mirela wanted to protest, she was tired, but then
Christoffer’s fingers were in her pussy, fluttering over a clit that was so
sensitive she cried out at the lightest touch. He rubbed his wet fingers over
her ass, and when he would have pushed a finger in, William stopped him.

“No, just fuck her,” William said.

Christoffer pulled the globes of her ass apart, positioned
his cock and slammed into her. Mirela screamed in pleasure, in pain. It hurt
but it felt good.

Christoffer came in her ass, collapsing when he was done so
that Mirela was squished down into the bed. Mirela thought they would be done,
but William wanted more.

He ordered Mirela to get washcloths and clean both their
cocks, then herself. Once she’d cleaned them he made her lick their cocks.

Then she had to lick and suck Christoffer until he was hard
again while William pinched and slapped her dangling breasts.

When Christoffer’s cock was rock hard and dripping with
pre-cum, Mirela looked to William. “Please, Master. Fuck me. Make him fuck me,
please.”

William regarded her with cool eyes. “No. You will pleasure
yourself while I watch.”

Mirela was made to prop herself up on pillows, her legs
spread wide, and play with herself while William watched and Christoffer sucked
William’s cock. Mirela found that watching Christoffer pleasure William was
intensely arousing, and when William tipped his head back, eyes closed and
hands clenched in Christoffer’s hair to hold him in place as he came, she came
also, the visual stimulation driving her over the edge.

Thinking that was surely the end of it, Mirela curled up,
ready for sleep.

She’d forgotten about the toys they bought. Christoffer
hadn’t.

She threw a pillow at him when Christoffer showed William
their purchases, but could not really be mad, because when William placed the
tweezer-shaped nipple clamps on her Mirela was once more aroused.

Wearing gentle clamps on her nipples and each pussy lip, Mirela
was sent on errands all over the house. William made her fetch him glasses of
water, a book from his office and finally two heavy silver candlesticks with
fat white candles in them.

The swaying of the clamps as well as the naughtiness of
being naked in the house had aroused Mirela once more.

She was kneeling, sucking Christoffer’s cock on William’s
orders when he asked, “What do you think of these candlesticks, slave?”

Mirela rolled her eyes to look at William while still
sucking Christoffer’s cock.

“They are nice, but I can think of a much prettier holder
for the candles,” Christoffer said.

Mirela didn’t understand, not until William ordered her to
kneel on the bed. The cold, smooth base of the candle pressed into her ass and
Mirela cried out, trying to wiggle away. It was not as big as a cock, but it
was foreign and frightening. William smacked her ass and told Christoffer to
tighten the clamps. Christoffer slid the rings closer to the tips of the clamps
so they bit into her nipples.