The Mechanic's Mate (11 page)

Chapter 16

Marek had just left the office to go notify his enforcers of the meeting Domek called for this afternoon. This gave him a chance to get some other work done as he waited for Sadie to return. Or at least try to. He found himself just shuffling papers back and forth on his desktop, unable to concentrate on anything written on them. Instead his head filled with plans for her punishment. He worried about disciplining her too hard, assuming what she went through with Eridon would require him to take a different approach. He would have to ease her into it, as not to bring back old, unpleasant memories. However, like he told her the other night, dominant and submissive dynamics were a normal part of werewolf life, just not in the same manner her mate showed her.

He opened the bottom right drawer of his desk to double check that he brought enough extra-long, thin jute rope. He ran each section through his fingers from end to end, ensuring that their recent boiling and oiling left the fibers soft enough. He wanted her to feel the press on her skin, but not irritate it. Punishment or not, hurting her would never be a part of their tutoring.

Coiling them all, he placed the lines back into the drawer. All kept the natural hue of jute, except the longest one, which had been colored red with a bloodroot dye Helena had given him. He pictured the red against Sadie’s light cream skin, hoping he could go through with tying her up. He’d have to play it by ear, provided she even agreed to any sensual play. If she appeared too shaken after meeting with Magda, he would do something else. Maybe he would just dispense a simple, quick spanking, one of the milder werewolf punishments normally played between mates or lovers.

Her scent eased under his door and he knew she’d almost reached his office. He closed the drawer half way, hiding the contents, but leaving them accessible for later. Grabbing a random page, he kicked up his feet and leaned back in his chair. His eyes focused on the paper he held on his lap. She knocked to announce herself a moment before entering.

Ah, so she did listen to me earlier.
She appeared calm considering she’d just come from the North Wing, and a little bold.

From beneath his lashes, he watched as she placed her hands on her hips, declaring, “No more waiting, I’m ready for my punishment, Alpha.”

Domek took his time lifting his gaze from the paper, raising one eyebrow. He cocked his head to the side and eyed her for a long moment. “You are, are you?” Crossing his arms over his chest, he studied her. “At what point today did you become alpha of this pack and start making all of the demands?”

He resisted reassuring her when Sadie’s newfound boldness faltered. She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. Her hands moved from her hips to clutch each other, and she chewed at her bottom lip. He knew her brash behavior was a result of anxiety, but the action of gnawing at her lips reminded him of how she would do the same thing as he nibbled her clit. He hardened against his slacks. Maybe she had the right idea; maybe he should start her punishment now.

“I’m still alpha,” he said quietly, “you’ll do well to remember that, wolf. Now turn around, close my office door, and lock it.”

Following his directions, she shut the door, then twisted on her toes to face him again.

“I did not tell you to turn around,” he said sternly. “You will continue to face the door.”

“Yes, Alpha, she said softly, turning back to the door.

Kicking his feet down, Domek leaned forward, placed the paper with the others, and ran his fingers over to the right side of the desk. He found what he needed. On a hand carved wooden stand sat a ball, a little over an inch in diameter. Hollow and made of aluminum, it had an ornate repeating diamond pattern cut into the surface allowing air to pass through. One of Smitty’s previous metalsmith apprentices had made the ball for him as a gift. He’d never used it for anything more than decoration, until now. The cool metal would be perfect for what he needed, so he picked it up. The stand acted as a storage box, it contained the hand tooled leather strap which he neatly fit the ball into.

Domek stood, walking around his desk toward Sadie. “Lean forward and place your hands flat against the door.”

She did as instructed, while he moved up behind her.

“Before we begin I need you to understand something. I do not generally punish my wolves this way. I have been with willing women casually, and we play in dominance and submission. I am alpha, dominance is in my every interaction. You understand that, right?”

He waited for her to nod her head. “This, I have to admit, is not casual . . .” He sighed deeply, stopping that train of thought, afraid of where it might take him. “I won’t deny that I want you, but you seem apprehensive. You are not obligated to give me your body. You are my wolf and have a place in this pack, always. Our situation is unsure, and if you’d rather not continue down the path we’ve started . . .”

Sadie cut him off in a shaky voice. “I’m sure I want to stay on this path, Alpha.”

Domek’s body released the tension it held. He would cancel his plans and give her any number of other tasks. Goddess knew there was more than enough work. Allow her to leave the office today and behave as only her alpha. Lifting his hand to rub his chest, easing the ache at the mere thought of not being able to touch this woman, he thumped himself with the metal clutched in his fist. Raising the piece up and over, he made sure she got a good look as the ornately designed gag passed her field of vision.

“If you’re sure, open your mouth as wide as you can.” Easing the ball in, until he came across resistance. “Now relax your jaw.”

He settled the stiff leather straps along her chin, under her ears, and secured the buckle at the back of her head. The leather would soften with frequent use. Tamping down the desire to label this piece as ‘only for Sadie’, he slid his pinky finger into her mouth’s corner checking to make sure both the leather strap and ball fastened tight enough to hold, but not so tight as to make her choke.

Domek leaned down whispering in her ear, “This is a lesson in not speaking unless asked a direct question, or given permission to speak when dealing with me. So removing your ability to speak will help reinforce this.”

He placed a light kiss on her cheek. “Fear not, little rabbit, I am in tune with you, at a deeper level than you can imagine. I will know your inner thoughts and feelings at all times. Have faith . . . learn to trust in me.”

Pressing his chest against her back, he wrapped his arms around her, sliding his left hand over the dress to rest on the brooch. His other hand slid under the top layer of the wrap dress to find the hidden button at her hip securing the bottom flap. He held her for a couple of breaths, pressing her to him. Savoring this moment, he stood there, unconsciously rocking his hard bulge against her. Then in one coordinated movement he released both buttons, causing the dress front to fall open.

Stepping back, he grasped her wrists and moved them down to her sides. Domek eased the now draping dress off of her shoulders, sliding it down her arms. As the fabric fell in the direction of the floor, he caught the collar and folded it neatly, placing the bundle on a table by the entrance. Turning back, he froze in place, awestruck for a moment. He took in her profile standing there gagged, in just the garter belt, stockings, and shoes, then retrieved the red rope.

Domek itched to see it on her. “Turn around and face me.”

Her eyes widened a little when she turned and saw him walking toward her holding the coil. Sadie’s honeysuckle scent kicked up a notch. While standing in front of her he placed the rope behind her neck, pulling her hair out from under it.

Backing away he allowed the ends to glide through his fists making sure he had equal lengths on both sides. He approached again, moved the rope high up the back of her neck, and slid his fingers down to her throat just under her chin, twisting to secure it. Dom slid his fingers and the rope back again doing the same twist, without pulling too tight; he wanted it snug, but like the gag, not to choke or panic her.

Something deep inside him demanded he take her slow into this new realm, hopeful that she’d beg him to do it again by the end. He repeated the movements, entwining the rope, back to front then twist, front to back then twist, creating a rope collar. Once he reached her neck’s base he looped the two strands of rope and drew them down into the loop to create a soft knot that rested like a pendant in the hollow of her throat. The knot rose and fell with her chest as Sadie’s breathing sped up a bit during her collaring.

Taken aback by how the sight of her in a rope collar affected him, Domek couldn’t recall any of his past partners shaking him this way. Dropping the ends, he draped the strands through her cleavage to pool on the floor. “As I said the other day, it’s within your nature to want to please anyone with a strong, dominant personality.”

Placing his palms on both sides of her breasts, he pressed them together, capturing the jute in her cleavage. “From the time you became a young woman you’ve gotten excited with just the idea of a lover telling you where to sit, stand, or kneel.”

Dom leaned down, nipping and licking the tops of each soft mound. Returning back to the center, he pulled each nipple into his mouth in turn, biting and sucking them in light motions, laving his tongue around the tight peaks, stiffening them even more.

Letting go, he took the ropes in his hand and straightened. “The thought of being collared as a slave, owned by a Master, makes your heart race.” Using the extra length like a leash, Dom tugged her the short distance to him. He kissed her bottom lip below the ball, working his way down her chin with kisses and nips, taking them down on top of the collar to the hollow of her sternum.

Breath growing heavier with passion, she nodded in silent admission.

“No need to nod, your alpha . . . no . . . your master already knows. But it’s important for you to learn that it’s the submissive that controls all aspects of the dominant, submissive relationship.” He straightened and got back to work.

Domek looped the jute again making knots in the precise location between and a little below her bust, at her navel, and just above the hair of her mound. He knelt in front of her while tying the latter knot. Taking the strands with one hand, he reached around her leg with the other.

“Spread your legs, shoulder width apart.”

Once she
obeyed, he put his right hand through her legs from behind taking the ropes from his left. He moved around her, kneeling. Domek ran his fingers between her labia, front to back. She was soaking wet. Knowing his touch led to this drove him on, his hands moving with a new precision. He settled the jute in the folds, making sure her clit stayed positioned between them. Standing, he fed each individual strand up and under the bottom row of ropes at her nape on either side of the twist securing the collar. He pulled them taut and heard her gasp, the tension caused the lines to grip and rub her clit, eliciting the sound of her pleasure.

With a strand in each hand, he leaned over her shoulder to feed each one under her arm, through the rope’s center, between the throat and mid breast knots, then brought them back behind her. He pulled each pass through the center of the jute running up her back and around her sides again, keeping the lines taut.

Dom repeated this process until each space had been threaded in front, creating a diamond pattern. He resisted the urge to trace the pale skin inside each one, pushing the thought away. Making the final loops just below the knot above her mound, forced her folds to open wide. He took the extra rope that draped down her bottom’s pale cheeks wrapping each one around the tops of her legs and made the final knot in line with the garter’s suspender straps.

Walking around to her front, he took a couple steps back, examining his work. She held her head high and proud in the collar. The red color glowed against her pale skin and over her black garter belt.

Domek just stared at her, burning this incredible image into his memory, as he all but groaned. “Goddess, you are so beautiful.” Heading back he retrieved two shorter, natural jute colored ropes. Baffled by how he could be so drawn to a mated woman.

Tying the first one to the right side of the collar he ran the line down her shoulder. Holding it in place just below with his thumb he wound a section of the rope around the arm, using a boating catch to loop it back in on itself and continued down her arm. He did this three more times to create bands above and below her bicep, beneath her elbow, and at her wrist, all intersecting the original line. Domek repeated the same pattern down her left arm.

Pressing her palms together, he looped and twisted, binding her wrists with a pattern to match her collar. He chose to secure her hands in front rather than behind, allowing Sadie the sensation of being less vulnerable. Gauging her body language, he knew that she’d been tied up, but not in a way that left a good memory with her. He found himself veering away from traditional submissive bonding as planned, moving to more decorative rope play. He needed to show her how bondage could give her pleasure, not just pain.

After securing the final knot he said, “Follow me to the desk.”

He used the remaining length on her wrists as a lead rope.

“Press your hips to the edge, bend over and lay your upper body down, keeping your arms out, above your head.”

As she
complied, he moved around to secure the rope to the steel tether just under the lip. His heart, more than his mind demanded he allow her plenty of slack so she could bend her elbows a small amount. A peripheral movement drew his gaze up. She had turned to rest her cheek on the surface, staring wide-eyed at him, like an actual frightened rabbit.

“Do not fear, little rabbit, if you want to proceed, this wolf’s punishment will bring more pleasure than pain for your disobedience,” he said, waiting for her silent response before taking his place behind her.

His hand swept down in quick strike once across the right cheek of her exposed bottom. She gasped against the gag. He struck again while she tried to catch her breath.

“This time you will not come until I release you to do so. I guide your pleasure, you do not. Nod if you understand.”

Sadie gave him furious dips of her head.

“Good girl. Now show me you truly understand,” he soothed her, dropping the zipper to his pants. Pulling out his cock, he gripped her hip and pressed the head of it against her pussy, held open wide by the jute.

He wanted to keep her in this mindset, easing in. Gliding in slow until he couldn’t go any further, and easing back out. He continued these slow teasing strokes until she rocked in rhythm with him, moaning through the ball. She grasped with her fingers at the edge of his desk, eyes almost closed. Domek sped up the strokes bit by bit, observing her responses. She rubbed against the desktop. Lifting her chest enough that her nipples abraded light across the items laying there.