He loved the expression that crossed her face, a delightful mix of horrified and turned on. That was his sub. Killian continued to chuckle lightly as he affixed three more straps, making sure her upper body and head were fully immobilized. Frynna was the first sub who made him laugh in scene. Hell, she was the first one who made him playful. Usually, he was firm and rarely broke that while the scene was going. Frynna broke all his rules. Just another reason he loved her.
After checking to make sure the straps were tight without cutting off circulation, he strode to the end of the bench. Damn but she looked amazing in the outfit he’d picked out. He would order one online that would be a little more comfortable. Perhaps in several colors.
With nipple clamps to match, his jaguar said.
That was a superb idea.
He pulled out the foot rests and pressed his palm to her left foot. She froze. “Frynna, give me your foot.” There was a bare moment of resistance and she relaxed. He lifted her foot onto the rest and strapped it down. He pushed the foot rest out so that her leg was fully out of his way.
“Sir,” she whimpered.
He rubbed his palm along her thigh. “You’re doing well, little wolf.” As expected, that endearment helped her to relax further. Her trust in him was endearing and made him want to send her that much higher. His sub was going to soar. Then they’d go home and shop for some things for her. Shirts, shoes, pants, skirts…
Nipple clamps, anal plugs, vibrators, his jaguar interjected.
You’re a horny feline, Killian teased.
His jaguar chuckled as he lounged, watching their mate. And a collar.
She has bad associations with collars, Killian reminded him as he took her other foot and secured it on the other foot rest.
Then we shall figure out a different type of collar, his inner feline said. It does not necessarily have to be around her throat. Perhaps her ankle? Or wrist? A tiara perhaps?
That had merit. Well, except for the tiara. Frynna isn’t a feline. She’s less likely to want baubles.
His jaguar sighed. Her one and only failing. She would look lovely in a diamond tiara, collar, and nipple clamps.
Killian smirked. You’re the only feline I know who has a thing for tits.
They should be dressed up, his feline said with a sniff.
Amused, Killian gazed at their mate. With her head held down, he couldn’t look in her eyes from his position. That wouldn’t do. He strode over to her head and released that band.
She looked at him, confused and excited. “Sir?”
He stroked her cheek. “Everything’s fine, little wolf. But sometimes I want to look in those beautiful eyes and from my position, I’ll need you to lift your head to do so.”
Her eyes softened and she smiled.
Needing a kiss from those wonderful soft lips, he leaned over and took one. She moaned as he slid his tongue past her lips and flicked hers, sucking it back into his mouth. She tasted wonderful, like her peaches and cream scent. He pulled away, pleased to see her lips plump and pure need in her eyes, which were already a greenish silver. Perfect. She and her wolf were already aligning.
Killian trailed his fingers along her skin as he walked down the table, enjoying the way she trembled and her breathing turned to soft pants. Yes, his sub was ready. So was he.
He pulled a small table over to the base of the bench and looked at her bright pink pussy, which was already glistening with her juices. Sublime little sub.
Made just for us, his feline agreed with a purr.
After removing a small vibrating plug from a bag he’d placed on the table, he coated it liberally with lube. It was small, but he wanted to start training her for anal. While he was partial to fucking a pussy, he did love anal. He spread her cheeks apart, grinning when she clenched. “It will be easier, little wolf, if you relax. The item isn’t big, though it will seem so to you. Relax,” he commanded and placed the tip of the plug to her hole and pressed it in.
She gave a wonderful little squeak and there was a moment of resistance. The plug was small enough that it slid in anyway. A disgusted sound left her lips and he smacked her inner thigh. “None of that. You might as well get used to it, little wolf. You’re going to be wearing one of these quite often for the next few weeks.” Frynna lifted her head and gave him a look that clearly stated “Not on your life.”
His entire body tingled with the need to show his little sub that yes, it would happen. And yes, she would learn to enjoy it or at least accept it. She would learn that pleasing him would turnaround to pleasing her in turn. He locked eyes with her, reached down, and flipped the tiny switch on the plug. Her eyes widened and she gasped as vibrations filled her walls. “Yes, little wolf,” he said firmly. “Now lay your head back. I don’t want you to crick your neck.”
With a whimper, her head fell back.
While she was unaware and not ready, he leaned in and licked from her pussy up over her clit. She cried out and he could tell she tried to arch. The moment she couldn’t, her pants changed. Filled with more wolf-like sounds, he knew he would see her and her wolf fully aligned if he looked into her eyes. Damn but that was a turn on.
Loving the taste of her and how she reacted, he slid his tongue into her pussy, her scent filling his nostrils as her moans and yips filled his ears. Her musky taste covered his tongue and he lapped up what he could before he pulled back out. His inner feline wanted him to take her. She wasn’t ready to be fucked in front of people. Not yet. But there was more than one way to send her into one hell of an orgasm.
He placed each palm on her thighs and kneaded them softly as he watched her. Her skin was a delightful rose color and sweat glistened in the low lighting. Her pants never quite slowed down as the plug kept her excited. She needed something to send her over into ecstasy. He could lick her until she came. Both of them would enjoy that.
However he had something else in mind. She loved impact play. It was time to show her just how good it could be on her most sensitive areas.
He reached over and pulled a crop out of the bag. It was one he hadn’t used before and when he thought of her as he prepped the area, it had instantly jumped to mind. After sliding two fingers into her sopping pussy and hearing the low moan that left her, he tapped her clit with the crop.
A gasp left her and then a low, carnal groan. Yes, little sub. I knew you’d like this.
Killian fucked her pussy slowly with his fingers, every three thrusts adding in a snap from the crop. Then every two thrusts. Then… on every thrust of his fingers, he snapped the crop hard over her clitoris.
She yipped and whined, her entire body trying to move. Every time she couldn’t move, her sounds became louder, more primal. Her nipples jutted out from her breasts, a deep brownish rose, and the lips between her thighs were a dark pink. Absolutely gorgeous.
He took a moment to up the vibrations on the plug to the highest level and then sped up. Killian rubbed his inner knuckles over her g-spot rapidly, smacking the crop against her clit sharply every other thrust. Her yips increased until it was one continuous sound.
Killian could feel her, her need to come, her desire to go over the edge. He gave it to her. He held up the crop higher than before and brought it down in three hard, sharp, smacks.
She screamed as she came, the walls of her vagina gripping his fingers as he continued to thrust inside of her.
One sharp spasm from her and the plug popped out, landed on the hardwood, and skidded across the floor. Startled, Killian stared at it. He had to fight back a laugh. That was the funniest thing he’d seen in a scene. However he knew that if she heard him laughing, she would feel shame. That was the last thing he wanted her to feel.
A glance to the side told him Michael was fighting back his own laughter. So were several Doms who had watched the scene.
When her spasms slowed, he quickly put the crop back on the table and began to undo her straps. By the time he released her last one, he got a good look at her face. Frynna was in subspace, her pupils blown, her mouth slack. He smiled. Right where he wanted her to be.
As he lifted her to put her on the floor so he could clean up, Michael stepped forward and pointed to himself. “I’ll clean,” he whispered.
Smiling a thank you, Killian carried her into the aftercare room. Her body began to tremble and he wrapped her up in a warm blanket before sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. She hummed softly and curled up to him.
That was a damned fine scene. He leaned his head back against the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. Footsteps approaching had him look over. Michael walked toward him, his toy bag in his hands. “I cleaned up,” he whispered. “And cleaned your toys.” He put two bags down next to Killian.
“Thank you, Michael.”
Michael nodded, a look in his eyes Killian knew well. Need. He wanted what Frynna had. A Dom of his own.
Killian reached out and took his hand. “Michael, I know it’s difficult to wait. You’ll find the right Dom for you. Don’t rush it.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’m trying.” With another nod, Michael left, his head hung down.
Damn. Killian needed to talk with Blaise and a few other Doms. They needed to keep their eyes on him. His need to serve and submit was intense and tended to overpower logic. Danger signals were going off in Killian’s head. They needed to do something to stop him from doing something that might end up harming him.
Frynna moaned softly and rubbed the top of her head against his chin. Instantly his attention was back on his sub. “Wonderful little wolf,” he murmured. “I love you.”
Three soft little whimpers left her throat and she nodded. “Love you too,” she whispered.