Mistress of Souls, page 11
His pupils fully dilate, hardly any of the pale blue showing. Shifters are so much fun to work with. They could be loyal and obedient to a fault. I lean down further, placing my neck just above his mouth, and let him inhale my scent.
Backing up from the table, I bring my leg up and slice through the rope, binding his wrists to the table with my stiletto heel. He sits up quickly, but is careful not to move from the table. The welts on his wrists from the wolfsbane are already healing.
“How can I pleasure ye, Mistress?” Hunter rasps as he eyes the deep V of my jumpsuit.
I assess his growing arousal and decide he would like to taste what his cock is missing out on. This will remind him why he is in his cage and increase his torture. The harder he grows in his cage, the more it pulls on his balls. I won’t get the image out of my head of his knot swelling, trapped by the cage, and his pre-come leaking all over the polished steel any time soon.
“Well, Pet, would you like to taste your mistress?”
I take a finger and slide it through the bars surrounding his swollen head, gathering the pre-come and bringing it to my mouth. I gently suck on the tip of my finger.
Hunter starts visibly shaking from holding himself on the table. “Aye, Mistress. Please, may I eat ye out? I can smell yer arousal from here. Ye smell so fuckin’ good. Please, Mistress.”
I tilt my head to the side, still gently sucking on my digit, deciding to let him play. “Come over here and get on your knees.”
Hunter jumps off the table and lands in a crouch directly in front of me. His mouth is less than an inch away from my soaking pussy.
He doesn’t realize I want this just as badly as he does.
Fuck, do I want this. I’ve wanted Hunter to pleasure me for the entire year we’ve been doing this together, but I wanted to remain distant for professional reasons as we got to know each other on this deep and intimate level.
Now seems like a good time to start. He’s fully behaved for every session for the last six months and finally has fully sunken into the role as submissive.
He looks up at me through his thick lashes, his pupils are completely dilated.
“Good boy.” I untie my romper as I watch the need pulsing from his body. The black fabric slides to the floor, and I kick it to the corner of the room. I stand before Hunter in just my black ankle boots. “Alright, Pet, take what I give you and make sure it’s good. My displeasure results in your punishment,” I order, as my bladed tail trails down his body from shoulder to hip.
Blood slowly wells from the shallow cut.
Chapter 12
Hunter
Fuck! I love this lass.
I kneel on the floor in front of Mistress Mariax, hands gripping my thighs, head bowed in submission.
Finally, I get to taste her sweet cunt.
It’s been over a year since I started coming to The Snuggle Pit. I know my mistress has been attracted to me since our first session when she whipped my arse with her tail for trying to shift. I could smell the arousal rolling off her in waves.
Every session since the first, her sweet scent becomes more fucking tempting.
She’s fighting the attraction, but I know my sexy Cheetie will be a goner after I eat every inch of her sweet pussy. I will take all the pain of my cock being trapped in a cage gladly for a wee taste of her coming on my tongue.
“Good boy,” she purrs, and the sound of her voice, and those two words, stab my groin with a fresh wave of need.
Her black outfit falls to the floor, and she kicks it into the corner. The lass stands before me in just her sexy as fuck boots, her curvy pink skin on display just for me.
The urge to bite her thigh and tear from the confines of my submission is almost too strong.
I can see her large tattoos on her thighs and rounding towards her arse, plus the smaller ones smattered on the rest of her legs.
I can’t wait until the day I’m shoving my cock into her tight arse and reveling in the sound of my name ripping from her throat.
The combination of soft curves and muscles on my demon is utterly mouthwatering. I thought I would only be attracted to her body, that I would loathe her dominating personality, but she surprises the fuck out of me every time we are together.
I fight the fierce urge to lift my head and devour her naked pussy that’s just inches from my face before she’s given her permission. I won’t allow my impatient impulses to ruin this for me.
In my peripheral, her pussy piercing glints with her slick honey. The scent of her arousal hits me again, telling me I’m not the only one fighting the need to fuck. The dark, possessive part of my soul beats its chest, roaring mine.
“Alright, Pet, take what I give you and make sure it’s good. Do not forget, my displeasure results in your punishment,” she orders.
I inhale sharply as Mistress Mariax slowly drags her bladed tail from the base of my bowed neck down my spine, applying just enough pressure to break the skin but not maim.
My cock jolts in its cage, causing searing pain and pleasure to build in my ballocks to a nearly unbearable level. My knot slowly grows as the pain spurs it on. The way this cage is designed is pure torture, and I cannot fucking get enough.
She designed a custom metal cage just for me.
It is welded and re-enforced at any point of connection. The harder my cock gets, the more my balls pull upwards. My knot squeezes in the metal O ring above my balls, but there isn’t anywhere for it to go.
A low growl builds in my chest, my body thrumming with how goddamn turned on I am right now. I’ve wanted to ask her for knife play scenes more often, but we have only done a few so far.
Mistress grips my shaggy hair with both hands, her nails biting into my scalp, and yanks my head so I am looking up at her.
Her tail continues its slow, taunting trail up and down my spine. Warm drops of blood run over my arse cheeks and land on my upturned feet.
I need her pleasure. I need to give her everything until she is dripping down her thick thighs and my face is drenched in her desire.
Without any preamble, she shoves her cunt onto my face. Her taste and scent overwhelm me at once.
Holy shite. Fuck, fuck, fuck, dinnae come!
The pressure of my cage nearly borders on pain and my balls clutch like I might implode within seconds.
The urge to touch her with more than my tongue takes hold of my senses, and I grab her arse cheeks, my large hands nowhere near containing them. Driving my tongue into her hot core, I focus on my mistress’ needs. Her arousal coats my tongue and it tastes like the most decadent hazelnut cream.
I could feast on her for days.
My breath is taken from me as her tail wraps tightly against my throat. I stare at her, her arousal coating my lips and beard.
She swallows and glares down at me.
“Did I give you permission to remove your hands from your knees?” she questions in a breathy voice.
Mind foggy with desire, I fight my mind for an answer. “No, Mistress. But—”
Her tail tightens around my neck further. My Adam’s Apple rubbing against it as I swallow and attempt to force air into my straining lungs.
“No excuses, Pet. You may touch me when I will it,” she commands, her voice now clear and biting.
I can only nod in acceptance, black dots appearing in my vision and lungs burning.
She loosens the hold of her tail but doesn’t remove it. “You may re—”
I lunge forward before she can finish her sentence. Running the flat of my tongue from the wee space above her arse all the way to her clit, I glide around her hardening bud, making sure my tongue piercing brushes against it, but not granting her what she wants.
“Oh gods!” she moans.
She’s close to abandoning her mistress mask already.
I attack her clit, brutalizing it with my tongue piercing with every stroke.
She mutters in a language I’ve never heard, and I don’t fucking care to define it right now. I risk a glance up, a couple of my hairs tearing with the slight movement. Her head is thrown back in pleasure, her long braid tapping her arse with each of my licks. Her pouty lips part slightly as her breathing becomes uneven, every muscle in her body taut.
I’m going to enjoy making her lose control. She will no longer think of me as just her submissive.
With that thought, the rungs of my ladder attempt to escape my skin as my cock throbs endlessly. I groan loudly into her cunt at the mixture of pleasure and pain.
She grinds into my face with abandon, her moans and curses floating to my ears. I alternate between nipping her lips and licking up every last drop she gives me.
My cock is so hard. I can’t do this much longer before I blow my load like the fucking pup she dubbed me.
Growling, I bite her clit and then immediately start sucking on the hard bud while my beard rubs against her sensitive flesh.
“FUCK!” Mariax groans through clenched teeth. “Hunter, do not stop. If you do, I will slice your throat open.”
She’s now riding my face with total abandon. I don’t take her threat idly. My Mariax is a dangerous creature.
She releases my hair and digs her nails into my shoulders for more balance.
I can hardly breathe with how hard she’s forcing my face into her pussy with each swivel of her hips, but I dinnae give a fuck. If I die here, at least it’ll be an epic story the pack can tell.
I know she’s so close. I’ve been wanting to make her come since I first became a regular at Mariax’s sex club. I circle her dripping cunt with two fingers, seeing if she’ll stop me. When she only looks down momentarily to bite her lip at me, I slip two fingers into her pussy, fucking her in the only way I’ve been given permission.
“Hunter! I—bastard motherfucking cocksucker!” She shouts.
My wolf rises, wanting to bite and claim. She has no idea she’s called me by my name multiple times, telling me that her little mistress’ mask was slipping.
Shite, hearing my name on her lips is so fucking hot.
Jolts of pleasure race to my cock. Ahhh fuck! My cock tries to break out of the confines of my cage but pain races through my knot and balls. FUCK!
I double my efforts. My lassie will come on my face.
I growl and rub my beard aggressively directly against her clit. I add a third finger easily and curl them with every thrust. Stroking that elusive spot. She is so full and tight around my fingers, gripping them tighter as she nears her orgasm.
I have to see the look of pleasure on her face. I glance up to another fucking incredible sight that will be a permanent addition to my spank bank.
Mariax’s eyes are closed as she pants and moans. Her tail, which left my neck at some point, is toying with her nipples, pulling on the barbells pierced through them. Her tattoos are glistening from the sweat beading on her pink skin.
Murder is in her eyes when she catches me watching her. Her mask is gone, but the fear of me coming before her is real.
“Don’t sto—” A shriek interrupts her threats as I pull her clit piercing with my teeth, brandishing my tongue piercing like a weapon against it. But she is determined to remind me who is in control. “If you stop…” she takes a deep breath, “I will never let you out of that cage,” she growls.
I lower my eyes, grinning against her pussy. I suck her clit and piercing back into my mouth, quickly flicking it with my tongue. Her pussy pulses on my fingers.
Adrenaline screams in my blood, knowing I am about to make her come all over my face.
I feel her clit swell under my tongue and then I’m granted the best surprise of my life. The purest form of female pleasure pours down my throat and I swallow—it’s only fair—as she squirts and screams my name. She comes so fucking hard her knees buckle.
I grab her waist to steady her while I lick up all of her come. She twitches with every swipe. Her pussy is swollen and soaked, and it’s the sweetest honey pot I’ve ever tasted.
I will do everything in my power to make her mine. Make my Mariax admit she desires to claim me, too. When she came on my tongue, she started a dangerous game.
I can no’ wait until we finally fuck and she gets to play with my dominant side.
Chapter 13
The Primeval
I get lost in thoughts of Mariax as I drink and lounge on my plush bedding. I never used to care for extra soft or over the top comfort in my bedding, but she made me see the error of my ways during the years we lived together.
She always had the sweetest smile on her face as she dreamed.
I often stayed awake well into the night just to watch the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. Something as mundane as watching her sleep brought me peace, to see her calm and, for a moment, happy.
My lower body slowly relaxes into the mattress, the soft contours of the pillow top cradling my body, as my torso, shoulders, and head rest on the many fluffy pillows.
As I think of her, the notes of my whisky seem to change to her unique scent of chocolate, hazelnut, and petrichor blended together, lightly sweet and alluring. It is just as strong now as it was the first time we slept together, and I buried my face in her neck.
When she transformed her tail into a knife and pressed the sharp edge into my dick, I was so proud. I enjoyed testing her, leaning into the blade to see if she would remove the blade or allow it to cut me.
I miss her company. Just being in her presence was always a buoy for my spirits, lifting me out of my frequent dark moods, even if I was irritated with her, and her sassy remarks. Our constant bickering and teasing are the soundtrack of our days.
I’ll never forget the look on her face when I gave in to my desire to have her, no longer holding back any of the feelings I wanted to unleash on her. To own her. To mark her as mine in as many ways as I could.
I demanded she submit to my will, but she fought me. Mariax was always a challenge, so strong willed and unafraid to deny me.
However, denying me came at a price. Defiance brewed in her eyes when I pressed my hand against her mouth and reminded her just what her brattiness would cost her.
“Only good girls get rewarded.”
I smile and take another sip of my drink. I won in the end, it was inevitable.
Our joining was powerful, realm shattering even. I had never felt a passion like ours, and filling her with my cum was blissful and so rewarding.
She had many different types of smiles, and they always helped to clue me in on her thoughts. The sly smile when she was up to no good. The sexy smile that meant she wanted me and would have me, no matter what. The small, sad smile when she was being brave for my sake. And the smile that lit up her whole being, the smile that she saved only for me…until she took on a new submissive.
Hunter. The Alpha of the Appalachian Pack. What makes him so special that she bestows the smile meant for me on him?
Jealousy, an emotion I don’t feel, often burns like poison in my veins. She is mine.
I watched them together. Dominant and submissive. They were both so deep into the scene that they never noticed anything was amiss, not that they would have been able to feel my presence either way, cloaked as I was. But I missed nothing.
My little one’s rapturous expression was a knife in my chest. She held his lips tight to her pussy by his long hair, riding his face to chase her release. Hunter’s back steadily became a patchwork of shallow cuts as she continuously ran her sharpened tail all over it. His tattoos became nearly invisible from her ministrations.
Mariax’s mistress mask not only dropped, but shattered in the moments he pleasured her.
I cannot dwell on seeing them together any longer. I won’t. Because, at this rate, I’ll vancate to him this instant and slit his throat.
A cruel grin lifts one side of my face before it falls.
No. If I do that, Mariax will hate me further for killing her little fucking mutt.
She is my obsession and has been for thousands of years. I will always desire her, but right now I crave her pain more. When we were together, our dark essences fused into one menacing force. And I will never satisfy my ache for our power to blend and stay entangled for eternity.
Chapter 14
Hunter
The damp earth and thick scent of pine are a welcome reprieve from the stench of the city. I trot through the woods in my wolf form, thoroughly enjoying the freedom to drop all of my barriers and be myself. Normally I run with Charlie, but he had something to do with his mate tonight.
This is the only time I feel free besides when I am subbing for Mistress Mariax.
I pick up the pace and run through the trees, dodging the trunks expertly. My canines glisten wetly as a wolfy grin spreads across my snout.
The woods and all of its tiny inhabitants welcoming me as I run for the sheer pleasure of it.
If I do not let my wolf out to play regularly, it’s much harder to control my emotions. Everything is heightened, even in my human skin. Caging my wolf increases the risk of someone suffering their final death at my claws.
I enjoy running in the park, it’s my favorite place close to the city. The full moon rises in three days, the anticipation of its call thrumming in my blood.
The wind shifts and I’m distracted by the enticing scent of leather, bergamot, and wood smoke. I slow my movements as I approach the densest part of the woods. Staying hidden within the shadows of the trees, I silently hunt for the source of the mouthwatering smell.
The brilliant white orb hanging in the sky shines through the canopy, the branches forking across it appearing like skeletal limbs as I let my wolf’s instincts take over. It wants to hunt, so I give it freedom to chase that scent.
My darker side loves admiring the silent beauty of the woods at this time of night. It’s almost ethereal.
