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Looking up into his eyes, I felt as much as heard him as he muttered, “Sorry.”

 

I shook my head. “You have no need to apologize for reacting to me. While you are being so well behaved, I like the fact that I can also unhinge even you into losing your control.”

 

“You have no idea what it’s taking not to snatch you up right now. But, I will do as you wish, for making you happy is now priority number one.”

 

I smiled as I lowered myself to my knees, coming face to face with his hard cock. Moving around the side of it, I kissed the skin all around. He wiggled a bit from time to time, but basically though his groans protested, he stayed still while I explored, played with his body. When a drop of cum formed at the tip, I licked it off. He made a sound like I’d choked him mid-growl. I giggled before letting my tongue circle the thick cut of the head. Instead of taking him in my mouth, I let my tongue run up and down the length of him once again. The skin reddened under my ministrations.

 

Boldly, once I’d tasted every inch of his erection, parts twice, I moved to plant a light kiss on his heavy, hanging balls. Muscles in his thighs twitched. Nuzzling them with my lips and cheeks, I let my tongue reach back to that smooth section of skin between his balls and ass. I wanted to intimately know every inch of him, and he was letting me. He did move then, as if lightly fucking the air in tiny spurts. Pleased, I moved to bite his thigh.

 

I let my teeth sink in a bit. He seemed tough enough to take it. I didn’t hear a word of complaint, rather a grumble of approval if ever I’d heard one.  So, I continued with the biting of his meaty legs. His hard muscles protested against my teeth, though his sounds of enjoying it continued. When I’d nearly had enough, I moved back and grabbed his hips. Surveying the slightly red marks I’d left on his skin, having marked him, I nodded my approval.

 

“Please,” he croaked.

 

“Turn and face the bed,” I ordered, ignoring his question as I began to direct him with my hands.

 

Daring a peek, I saw his erection, now sticking straight out from his body, come to rest against the bed post. Pulling back, still on my knees though they had begun to ache, it brought me face to face with his ass. With my warm hands, I rubbed it, grabbed at it, wherever my next impulse led me.

 

“May I speak?” he asked in a low whisper.

 

“Yes you may,” I said, then gave his ass a light bite.

 

“You seemed to enjoy the other night’s little spanking. I’ve thought of it numerous times since. In fact, truth be told, I’ve played it over and over in my mind the way your ass reddened, the way you sounded, the rumbles of pleasure it brought from you… anyway, if you’d so desire, you can spank me. I think after running out on you the other night, I more than deserve it. Hard.”

 

I stood then, stepping back to take in the rear view of him as much as to give myself a moment to ponder his suggestion.

 

“If you’d rather not,” he murmured.

 

“No, it’s not that. I was just taking in the view as I pondered my options. Now, back to silence,” I directed, an edge to my voice that I liked the sound of.

 

He nodded once, then returned to being statue still. Though, his ass clenched and released from time to time as if trying to ready itself for my next move. Nice, how doing nothing teased him even more.

 

I stepped up beside him. Moving out my hand, I let it hover just inches from his cheeks. I closed my eyes and felt the power ignite between our skin. He was right, in the heat of the moment, it wasn’t noticed, so slight a sensation, but when you focused, I not only felt it, but it grew in heat and power.

 

Finally, with a deep breath, I pulled back and swung lightly at his ass. The solid muscle there made my skin sting and heat as well. Somehow, this spurred me on. I let my hand fall, a little harder each time onto his flesh until it reddened. Taking lessons from him, I then rubbed with my palm hard against the red spot. My pussy reacted, remembering just how that had ignited a primal lust.

 

I grew more wet myself, remembering when he’d spanked me. Giving him another swat, his hips pumped twice against the bed post. I watched his cock bob with each movement. Inspired, I swung at him harder, several more times letting flat palm smack against his hot, red skin. With one last pull of my arm back, I gave him all I had, my palm landing right at his crack ,getting the edges of both cheeks.

 

“Ahhhh,” escaped him in the pitch of ecstasy, wrought of a little pain.

 

A growl followed. Moving to look at him, he bit his own lip. His fingers gripped the bedpost so tight that the tips of his fingers had turned white. His hips quivered. I didn’t think I could possibly hurt him, but for a second I wondered.

 

“Pain or pleasure?” I asked.

 

“Both,” he hissed. “If I were allowed to talk I’d tell you just how much I want to fuck you right now. I’m nearly made with wanting to be inside of you. You did more than make me yours, babe. You marked me, and now the wolf spirit that lives inside me needs to mate, to seal the deal. You are amazing. I can’t wait to explore so much more with you. I mean, I would say all of that if I were allowed to speak. Just thought you should know.”

 

Suddenly, the need to have him inside grew overwhelming in me, as well. I reached up to pull the scarf free of his arms. He turned to me with wide eyes, awaiting my next command. I’d tamed one part of the beast while igniting the other. My heart fluttered in my chest as that thought took hold.

 

“Lay down on your back on the bed,” I commanded.

 

He did so, more spread eagle than I’d imagined. The sight of him, hard, steady, cock straight in the air with his legs so far apart that his balls rested on the comforter, did something to me I can’t explain. I felt my inner walls contract in need of him as he laid there compliant, waiting. I took a moment to collect myself, to steady my breathing before I hyperventilated.

 

“Arms against each post,” I said, pointing to them before I went back to the closest for another scarf.

 

I grabbed the same scarf, but in the color white. Coming back to the bed, I made short work of tying each of his wrists to the bedposts. Climbing onto the bed and straddling my legs around his waist, I rubbed my wet folds over his erection. I had to lean forward and catch the headboard with my hand to support my body as pleasure ripped through me in hot, fast streaks. He didn’t move, just let a groan rip from his lips.

 

Playing, I let just the head of his cock move inside me before I raised up enough to let it fall back out. Though he snarled at me, I took it as a compliment. Taking him inside me again, I moved up and down, taking him in deeper each time.  He eventually started to match me, movement for movement as if he’d lost control, forgotten that I had the driver’s seat. I didn’t mind at all as I let my body fall over his, my hands on each side of his head, as I rode him, took him as mine, this man tied to my bed.

 

“Condom,” he grunted at me.

 

I grabbed the comforter, twisting it into my hands as I found the sanity to pull off him. I reached into the side table and grabbed a condom from the drawer. In my haste I bumped my wrist, but I soldiered forward, uncaring. Unwrapping the package and then rolling it over him, my insides pulsed even as they knotted. Desire stole my breath as well as my mind. I had a singular focus to climb back on top of him and impale myself on his erection, so deep that he hit that soft spot deep inside me that stole sanity, made me a ball of glorious pleasure.

 

Feeling a little out of my mind already, I slid back onto him. My hips pumped even harder as they moved in tiny circles. His hands ripped from the headboard, the silky scarves letting loose due to his strength. His hands met my hips, and he rolled me over on the bed until his weigh fell heavy on top of me. He moved only a few times in and out of me, bringing me closer and closer to that point of pleasure before his arms encircled my back, and he brought me to a sitting position.

 

Still connected, his hands on my hips again, he moved me, until he slipped in deeper and deeper.

 

“Come with me,” he demanded in what could only be described as a low roar.

 

The sound no longer scared me. This time it sent me right over the edge. Waves of contractions tore through my body until I, finally exhausted, went slack in his arms. His head fell to my breasts as a few residual ripples of pleasure shot through my core.

 

Once we’d caught our breath, he laid me down on the bed as if I were glass and would break if he moved me too fast. Eyes open and wide now, he looked at me with a seriousness I hadn’t seen before on his face.

 

“I love you,” he said as he brushed the hair from my face with his hands, moving them that same way even when the job was more than done.

 

“I love you, too,” I choked out the words, the passion of the moment constricting my throat.

 

“I don’t know how I ever stayed away. I couldn’t find it in myself to ever do so again.”

 

“I pray not,” I answered.

 

He rolled to his side and pulled my head to his chest. With his hands running up and down my arms, sometimes brushing over my face, we just laid there. I did my best just to hold onto his sides with my trembling hands. I fought back my tears, not wanting him to think me sad, when it couldn’t be further from the truth.

 

“I’m sorry if I messed up your power play there at the end,” he said. “I lost my head.”

 

“No, never apologize, like I said. I like the thought that I made you lose control.”

 

“Always. You always make me lose my control,” he grumbled as he kissed my forehead and then my lips.

 

“This is magic,” I stated, in awe of the moment.

 

“No, this is magic,” he said, grabbing my hand and positioning it so that my palm was raised to the ceiling.

 

He placed his palm over mine, but just an inch above it.

 

“Think of how you love me,” he instructed, “and then push the power that builds up in your core to your palm.”

 

I scrunched up my face, but he corrected me.

 

“No, seriously. You can feel that emotion rolling in your stomach, right?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Okay, then focus in on that feeling. See it as a ball of energy, just as it is. Imagine it moving down your arm to your hand. Please, no matter how silly, just try it.”

 

“Okay,” I whispered and did as he said.

 

I tried hard to tap into that feeling inside me, to focus in hard on it. Good at using my imagination, I did that to picture a ball of energy, more cartoon Edison, in my mind. Then I moved it up my arms. The fact that I felt it tingle stopped me a few times, but I called myself crazy, re-focused, and continued on.

 

When I felt a tingling in my hand, a heat that surprisingly didn’t burn, I heard him whisper, “Open your eyes, Christina.”

 

When I did, I saw the faint glow of a pure white light shimmering between our palms. I gasped and pulled my hand away as if I’d been burnt even though I hadn’t.

 

“It’s okay,” he laughed.

 

“What was that?”

 

“Magic,” he answered, still chuckling.

 

“Yours?”

 

“No, like I said, ours, babe. I felt it inside you the first time we touched. I’ve felt the spark that lives inside of you all your life. I think creative types such a s yourself have an easier time tapping into it, because in a way you do that each time you imagine a story in your head.”

 

“Really?” I asked, feeling like my entire body had strong currents of electricity running all through it in an endless, fast-moving stream.

 

“Really. We can play more anytime you want. It’s my understanding that it can grow more and more with practice. Someday, who knows, we could light up a dark room, literally.”

 

“I already feel like I could, but I’m going to hold you to that,” I said through a yawn.

 

“It’s been such a long night. You really need to get some sleep,” he soothed.

 

“You’ll stay?” I dared ask.

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