The Mating Game (8 page)

By now, Mary had posed herself in one of the classic centerfold positions. Legs tucked half underneath her ass, lying back amongst the pillows, arms crooked behind her head as if she hadn’t a care in the world. In the scanty black lace, red hair softly falling around her, pale skin shining, she could easily be gracing any number of magazine covers come to life.

Dominic swallowed and swore he would feast on every inch of that delectable flesh—after he had his answers. He loved Samuel to bits and couldn’t possibly face him if he didn’t have the answers they both sought. Playtime could come after he had satisfied his curiosity.

Wishing to hell his cock was as reasonable as his brain, Dominic prayed harder to the Goddess than he could ever remember doing.

Oh mistress
, he pleaded,
give me strength
.

Chapter Seven

Mary lay back in the huge bed, thinking furiously.
You schmuck! Why the hell didn’t you ask him about being a werewolf when you had the chance?

Mary took a deep breath. Being honest with herself, she knew not a single thought of asking questions had crossed her mind. She had enjoyed sucking him, touching his hot skin, fondling him so much all thoughts of asking him questions had flown from her mind.

Even if she
had
thought to ask questions, with her mouth so deliciously full of his cock, how could she have managed it? Anyway, she
did
know he thought he was a werewolf, it’s just knowing that brought up a million other questions.

Being even more honest with herself, would she have
chosen
to ask questions if it meant taking her mouth away from that huge cock?

Mary squirmed. From the heat of her skin, dampness of her pussy, the desire rolling through her blood like a wave, she worried the answer would be a resounding “no”!

She did, however, feel a measure of relief seeing the intensity of heat and desire coursing through Dominic’s eyes. By the look of things, he was just as helpless in his lust as she was in hers. Even though Dominic had answered her major question, admitting he was a werewolf, so many smaller things needed clarifying. Did he become a raving killer when he changed? Could silver bullets really harm him? Did he heal fast like werewolves of myth?

Despite the multitude of questions rolling through her mind, a few things she simply knew from instinct. The werewolves of myth held nothing when compared with reality.

She grinned.

Dominic and his brothers were all studs. No overly hairy, half-mad men here. While Dominic had a nice amount of hair on his chest, it was lightly sprinkled, arrowing cheekily down to his huge, erect cock. His eyes were smiling, wickedly glinting deep blue, not a wide, mad flaming red.

No, this was not the slobbering, raving madness of the old movie werewolf. This was an intelligent, sexy man, who somehow became a wolf. Even from the small snippet of journal she had accidentally read, Mary knew Dominic was fully conscious of his thoughts and decisions while in wolf form.

Hadn’t he mentioned paying homage to his mistress the moon? Of feeling wild and free? Of scenting the forest and rich night air? None of that added up to a deranged, deluded killer beast.

As Dominic took a step toward her, she felt a thrill of lust course through her pussy. Beautifully naked, hugely erect, he was every woman’s fantasy incarnate. His deep blue eyes held wicked secrets of hot nights and hotter acts. His smile was smug and full of male knowledge. He
knew
he could satisfy her, knew a million ways to bring her to climax. Mary licked her dry lips. She hoped they could make it through a number of those ways before they both fainted from exhaustion and sexual satiation.

Dominic rested one bent knee on the edge of the bed. Mary held her centerfold position, grinning her encouragement. He leaned over to her, pulled her legs out to lay them flat. She wiggled, enjoyed the feeling of blood circulating back in her limbs.

Mary caught her breath as Dominic came over her, caging her with his huge body. His weight rested on his arms and legs, yet she could feel his presence, feel the heat pouring from his body. Mary opened her mouth slightly, silently asking for a kiss. Wanting to feel his soft lips against hers again.

When he bent down, she felt a thrill of pleasure course through her. Maybe she
could
stay in control and still act submissive. When she felt Dominic’s lips press oh-so-softly against hers, she wound her arms around his neck in glee. Arching up into him, she pressed her breasts into his warm chest.

Vaguely, she noted his hands fisted and thrust under the pillows near her head.

“Now, now, little Mary. Did I tell you to move your arms?”

Mary groaned at the removal of his warm, soft lips. She lifted up, determined to kiss him just one more time, but Dominic backed away.

“For that, I think a punishment is deserved.”

Mary frowned.

“Punishment? I don’t do pain, Dom. Not for you, not for anyone.”

“Who said anything about pain, love? I was thinking more of delayed pleasure.”

Mary blinked as he pulled out a satin scarf from under the pillow.

“Uh…”

“Tit-for-tat, love. I have a few questions I must answer before I let myself go and forget everything in your delightful body.”

Mary blushed slightly, but removed her arms from his neck. She might have forgotten to ask what was on her mind, yet it didn’t appear Dominic would have the same problem.

Seeing the amusement in his eyes, Mary firmly resolved not to be so besotted next time. For now, she could answer his questions, and hope he could rebuild the all-consuming fire that moments ago had been burning inside her. For her part, once Dominic had had his fun, the tables would turn once more.

Mary pressed her lips together to stop the pout she could feel forming. Next time she would ask questions first, and take her pleasure second. Let’s see how the big stud felt when it was her turn to give
him
a little “delayed pleasure”!

Annoying beast
, she huffed silently to herself as she deigned to let him tie her wrists in the silky scarf and attach her to his headboard.

Chapter Eight

Taking surprising care, Dominic began to wrap the length of silk around Mary’s wrists. After instructing her to hold onto the metal bed frame, he wound the length in a cross fashion around her wrists, taking particular care not to cut off her circulation. Now knowing how long this particular fantasy might take for him to play out, her care and wellbeing was utmost in his mind.

Having never actually played serious bondage games before, Dominic felt his excitement rise a little, even as a part of his brain wondered at his sanity. This was something new, something fresh. Yet it also was something that before tonight he had only idly wondered about, not felt this burning need to try.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out how these sorts of games were played, yet it brought a thrill to his chest, and more importantly his cock, to be so fully in control of his partner. He found it amusing that Fate had played him such tonight.

He had been determined to try and find a woman to pick up, with whom he felt even a modicum of curiosity about, and to begin his dabbling with such games tonight. Seconds after smelling and finding Mary, he knew he not only had incredible luck in having her arrive tonight, but also his urgent
demanding
desire to attempt such games with her burned and throbbed inside him.

He couldn’t believe his luck when he had not only found Mary, but found such a desirable, delicious bed and play partner for the night.

The physical reaction Mary showed him proved she wasn’t entirely opposed to this game either. There was a very faint flush over her chest, her nipples looked painfully hard. Her eyes had that half-glazed look most women got when seriously aroused. Her cheeks were flushed and the very faintest sheen of sweat shone on her forehead.

Oh yeah, Mary was hot. Dominic rested above her, his weight distributed on his arms and legs as he crouched above her. Taking his own sweet time, he closed his eyes. Surprised, he found his mouth watering in anticipation.

Giving himself a minute, he let his senses adjust to the lack of visual stimulation. When his hearing clearly picked up the difference between his own steady breaths, and Mary’s slightly accelerated breaths, he let his other senses wander.

The sheets beneath him were slightly warm and crisp. The heady scent of musk and desire filled the room. He lowered his head, eyes still firmly shut, and paused, a few inches away from Mary’s delectable skin.

Feeling his mouth truly start to water, afraid he would disgrace himself and begin to drool, he reined in his control.

Taking a deep breath, he fully took Mary’s scent into his body. The myriad of different scents and textures that added up to pure her. The musk, the salty tang of her slick skin, the dewy scent and flavor of her juice. The plain but wonderful scent of her soap, her herbal shampoo. Everything that together, added up into Mary.

He took her scents deep into his heart, into his very soul. She was perfect, delicious, and he would enjoy every second of eating her all up, literally and figuratively.

Letting his eyes open partially, enough to see her, yet not enough for the brightly burning lamp to hurt his eyes, he slid his glance over her flushed face. Her eyes were bright with lust and excitement. Slowly, taking his time, he moved his body downwards, until he could stare at her thong-covered pussy. Taking his time, he drew the thong down her hips and off her legs, tossing it behind him.

Her fiery red curls partially hid her from his heated view. With one finger, he gently parted her lower lips, slicking her juice around her opening and exposing her soft inner flesh.

Down here she was delightfully pink, an interesting contrast to her very pale skin. Her opening tightened, sucking at his finger as he gently inserted it into her. He stroked her walls, enjoying the damp heat of her inner self. He had to grin at the sucking, slurping noise as he removed his finger, nearly drowned out by Mary’s moan of disappointment.

“Dom…” she panted.

Now that his eyes had adjusted back to the light, Dominic looked back at his bound captive, his lover, his
woman
. Suppressing the possessive, totally non-him thought, Dominic returned to his perusal of Mary.

With her arms raised above her head, her breasts thrust temptingly out, begging him to be suckled and nibbled on, Mary looked positively divine. Her eyes were closed, her head resting back on the pillows. Her legs shuffled, trying to ease the tension growing between her thighs.

Dominic grinned. She hadn’t seen anything just yet.

Turning back to her luscious, weeping pussy, he gave in to his own temptation, and took a long, long, luscious lick. Mary’s thighs shuddered. Her muscles clenched, and she pushed her hips up, trying to get closer, silently begging for more.

Dominic knew the slight roughness of his tongue would enhance the wet pleasure she felt. He slowly, teasingly, started to lap at her juices, careful to avoid her clit and the very sensitive outer edges of her lips.

Licking and sucking up her sweet yet salty nectar, Dominic took his own time and allowed himself to wallow in the pleasure her taste and scent brought him. He found the more he tasted her essence, the more he craved it. Like the worst addict, he had to tighten his hold on his own hunger, his own selfish desire, and concentrate on bringing Mary some pleasure too.

Slowly, he began to build the pace. His licks grew longer. Encompassing her whole opening, he began to tease her clit with the rough edge of his tongue. Slowly but surely, he built Mary into a desperate frenzy.

When she was pushing up onto his face with all her leverage, when her moans grew deep and frantic, he finally speared his whole tongue into her.

Mary cried out.

Dominic reached up, and spread her legs even further apart with his large hands. Pushing them far to each side, he lifted her legs to cant her hips even higher.

He began to eat her in earnest. Nibbling on her so-soft flesh, running his tongue over her throbbing, erect clit, Dominic gave her true pleasure. Bringing one hand away from her leg, Dominic thrust two fingers easily inside her, crooked his finger and rubbed her G-spot as he growled against her clit.

The stimulation against her previously unfound G-spot along with the vibration against her clit threw her over the edge.

Mary threw her head back deeper into the pillows, moaned deep in her throat and let loose a cry of release.

Dominic enjoyed her shudders, briefly wished it was his cock, instead of his fingers, being gripped so tightly by her sweet cunt, and lapped up the juices flowing freely from her.

He waited until her contractions ceased and she shied away from his lapping at her clit, showing her oversensitivity in her post-climactic state. He pulled his fingers from her, and slowly licked them clean. Closing his eyes, he focused on her breathing. Not as deep as when she climaxed, though still fairly rapid, he decided she had properly come down from her climax.

Ignoring the burning ache in his own cock, he promised himself full satisfaction after the questions and the next joy for her he had planned.