Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] (13 page)

It didn’t surprise her when
he placed the underwear on the other stack of clothes. She wanted to ask him
what his issue was with things being messy, but she doubted he’d answer her.

A drawer opened, but with his
body blocking her line of sight, she couldn’t see what he’d removed.

“Close your eyes.”

“Why, Master?”

He growled. “Commands are to
be followed, not questioned. Is that clear?”

Not really, but if it meant
the difference between getting his cock and not getting his cock, she’d agree.
“Yes, Master.”

“Good.”

He stepped behind her and
placed a blindfold over her eyes. A blast of panic sped through her.
You trust him
. She instantly touched the
soft fabric to make sure she could remove it if she became too overwhelmed.

He pulled back her hair and
his breath caressed her ear. “I know you want to ask why I need to blindfold
you. Trust me when I say the sexual experience will be heightened if you do
exactly as I say.”

She liked the sexual
experience part and nodded. Being able to call a halt to this experience made
her feel safe.

“Good.”

His careful and calm demeanor
lulled her into thinking he might play with her nipples next.
Wrong
. He pulled back her wrists and
bound them in seconds with more soft fabric.

Adrenaline spiked through
her. After tugging on the straps and realizing she wasn’t going to get loose,
she gave up. Now, her only chance at putting a halt to this was to say her safe
word. In her heart, she trusted him to honor her wish if she used it.

Footsteps sounded across the
room and then returned.

As each second passed,
excitement rather than trepidation grew. What was he planning? Her level of
trust surprised even her. When he dragged an unknown object across her breasts,
her nipples distended.

“Master?” The word slipped
out.

“It’s called a flogger. It’s
made of the softest leather. One might liken it to a floor mop, but instead of
coiled string, the ends are leather.”

The image sent a shiver of
delight up her spine. Once more he lightly swept it across her nipples and they
hardened further. He’d barely touched her, but the idea that she was basically
his captive excited her.

“Rule number three. No matter
what I do, you must not climax or there will be consequences.”

“Consequences, Master?”
Understanding the full extent of her new world was important to her.

He grabbed her by the scruff
of the neck and drew her so close that she could feel his breath on her lips.
“Only because you are new will I forgive you. Do not question me again.”

She swallowed before nodding.

“Would you like a little
taste of what I will do if you are bad?” He drew her bottom lip into his mouth.

Once more she nodded, but a
second later thought maybe she shouldn’t have agreed so quickly.

He led her forward. She took
small steps not wanting to trip over anything though she doubted he would have
let her stumble.

“Kneel.”

Uh-oh.
She bet this was the spanking bench.
Since she wanted to experience all of Trax Field, she did as he asked. He
guided her down then lowered her head. The pad was closer to the ground than
she remembered and came to just under her tits. He plucked one nipple and she
let out an involuntary gasp.

“Did you like when I did
that?”

At first she had to think
whether she was even allowed to answer. To be safe, she nodded.

“Good.”

He must have gotten on his
knees behind her because his fingers clasped either side of her panties. Slower
than she thought possible, he lowered the sides until the silky material popped
over her hips. Not wearing a bra didn’t nearly make her feel as naked as when
he’d slid down her panties.

His palm rested on her belly
then inched downward. “What do you have here? A waxed beauty?”

That was a question so he
might want a response. “I swim a lot and don’t want to have anything showing.”

“In the future you’ll need to
keep it bare so that my cock won’t pull on the hairs and hurt you.”

Oh,
my God
. If he planned to
fuck her, she wished he’d hurry up. Desperate to have his finger on her clit,
she wiggled her ass. Instantly, he let go.

“That movement was not
acceptable.” The slap came fast and hard.

“Ouch.”

He grabbed her ponytail.
“Ouch? Do you wish to use your safe word?”

She shook her head.

Another slap landed on her
ass.
Bastard
. She wouldn’t cry. She
refused to give him the satisfaction he’d caused her pain. After the third
smack, her damned pussy actually dripped. What was up with that?

When he plunged a finger into
her sopping hole, she gasped.

“I see you liked your
spanking. Perhaps I will have to change your punishment to include
deprivation.”

Okay, now he was pushing it,
but she bit back her answer.

He lifted her to a stand and
unwrapped the straps holding her arms. She rubbed them to relieve the tension.
Trax never said anything about not touching herself.

“Pinch your nipple.”

What?
She didn’t usually play with herself,
but if it would get her closer to her goal of feeling his amazing cock, she
would do it. Without thinking, she raised her right hand and pinched the
nipple, happy her fingers were finally able to close completely.

She lowered her arm.

“Liz, Liz, Liz. Don’t you
service yourself?”

“That’s what a man is for.
Master
.”

That came out a little
bitter, but all her pent-up frustration finally burst to the surface. In a
flash she was in his grasp high off the floor. He strode across the room and
set her down.

“I hadn’t wanted to do this
so soon in your training, but you leave me no choice.”

The safe word bubbled to her
lips, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to use it. He lifted her right arm
to the side and snapped on a cuff. She tugged, but clearly the restraint was
meant to constrain. No surprise, he locked down the other hand. She supposed
that wasn’t any worse than having her hands tied behind her back.

What she didn’t expect was
for him to grab her ankle and stretch it wide to the side. The same type of
cuff went around her leg. When he repeated the action on the other side, exhilaration
ran through her veins. She wanted his cock worse than anything, but since she
wasn’t allowed to talk, she wouldn’t beg.

“I can smell your arousal. Do
you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!” Damn. That just came
out.

“I’m pleased, but this may take
hours. I hope you are ready to control yourself. If you come I will not give
you my cock.”

She groaned. That was so not
fair. Could he really lick and tease her and not impale her? Given the man
wrote the book on control, she feared the answer might be yes. Maybe Dante
would walk in and help her out.

“Since you are a virgin to
this lifestyle, I am going take that into consideration.”

Footsteps sounded and then
the tearing of paper. He returned. What came next was pure torture.

Chapter Eleven

Trax had to blindfold Liz. One look at her and
his claws had extended and his bones had popped and cracked. To shield her from
learning the truth, he’d rushed over to the credenza. Now wasn’t the time to
tell her he wasn’t all human.

He inhaled, using all of his training to keep
from shifting. Once he blindfolded her, he’d quietly managed to take off his
shoes and remove his pants. If he hadn’t, his cock would have burst through the
material. He never expected finding his mate to be pure hell. His urge to take
her and forget her training nearly did him in.

He dragged the vibrator over her belly. “Can
you tell what this is?”

“A dildo?”

He smiled at her hesitation. The hint of
excitement lacing her tone implied she might not be adverse to pleasuring
herself. “Very good. Would you like to experience it while I play with your
tits?”

She drew in her bottom lip and he almost lost
it. Did she have any idea what she did to his resolve?

“Can I have your cock instead, Master?”

He swallowed a groan. “No.”

“Then yes.”

This should keep her highly stimulated but not
enough to climax. “Remember, if you come, I’ll walk away and leave you totally
unsatisfied.”

Her lips firmed and he wanted to take her right
then. If she cried out his name prematurely, he’d jack off or else demand that
she suck on his cock. He closed his eyes for a second to refocus. Why did he
insist on torturing himself?

You want
her to truly enjoy herself. I’m doing it for her.

Using the tip of the vibrator he pried open her
pussy lips. He wanted to lick her and drink in her juices, but to do that would
be cruel. She wasn’t trained enough to control her own body. He moved the
vibrator back and forth over her opening and loved how her moans of pleasure
increased with each swipe. From the way her body swayed, she was fighting her
urges. When she bent her knees he caved and slipped the vibrator an inch into
her pussy. The tension in her face immediately disappeared.

Her groan made him so fucking hard. What he
wouldn’t give to be that piece of hard plastic. Taking his time, he glided the
vibrator in and out of her, and with each pass, her juices turned heavier. By
the time he had the vibrator fully seated in her, her scent had permeated every
one of his cells and he fought hard to keep the beast inside from getting out.
He prayed he wouldn’t cave.

He never shifted unless it was to fight an
enemy. This irrepressible urge drove him crazy, but he was determined to bring
her the ultimate climax. He prayed he could last that long.

“Would you like me to turn this on?” There were
rotating beads that would pummel her walls and drive her close to the brink,
but if he put it on the slowest speed, she wouldn’t go over the edge. Or so he
hoped.

“Yes, Master.”

He smiled at her compliance and thrilled that
her defiance had turned to desperation. As soon as the vibrator went to work,
he held it in place and dragged his tongue across a distended nipple. Her tits
were perfect, so soft and supple and full.

You are
weak
.

Right now he almost didn’t care.

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Liz was glad he couldn’t see her eyes because she
was sure they’d be red from squeezing them tight. This constant teasing was
almost too much to bear. Her walls kept spasming when he touched her. Knowing satisfaction
wasn’t permitted made it more difficult not to seek release. If her climax
claimed her and he walked away, she would turn into a maniac. She had to
believe this was as hard on him as it was on her.

His one hand masterfully manipulated the
vibrator while his other pinched the nipple not consumed by his mouth. Her
juices flowed and her pulse raced. She bit the inside of her mouth to stop from
coming. His teeth tugged on her swollen crest and the quick intake of pain
turned into something glorious a minute later. How could anyone not have an
orgasm?

While she didn’t ask for his cock, her mouth
opened as she gulped in air. Perhaps it was when she dropped her head back that
he understood she was ever so close. He shut off the vibrator and pulled it
out.

How dare he? She was about to get satisfaction
with or without his cock. The second she growled at him, all contact ended.

“That’s good that you didn’t come.”

That’s
because you pulled out the fucking vibrator.

Instead of commenting, she pressed her lips
together to show her displeasure. He cupped her pussy and the brief personal
touch sent skitters up her spine. But it was when he slipped in a finger inside
her that her body heated up again.

He leaned in close and nibbled on the hollow of
her throat. His tender kisses were more powerful than any fake cock in her
pussy.

“Would you like me to eat you?”

God, the man was going to break her. “Yes,
Master, but only a little.”

His chuckle was a balm to all her fears. He
skimmed his hands down her sides. From the angle, she assumed he was getting on
his knees. She clenched her ass in preparation for the assault on her pussy.
Instead of relief, he had the nerve to nip his way up her inner thigh while he
massaged her ass. To keep from screaming, she pictured tying him up and licking
his cock but never putting him in her mouth. In this imaginary world, she’d
promise him her pussy and even hover over his cock, but since his hands would
be tied and his legs spread wide, he couldn’t take her. She smiled.

The real world invaded when he did the
unthinkable. He swiped her entire pussy with his tongue and evoked a gasp.