"Wait a second," I beg as he checks my other hand. "Let's stop and talk about this."
Trey hesitates, frowning. "You want to stop, give me your safeword."
The word spreadsheet rests on the tip of my tongue. I just have to say it, and I'll be free. I can leave Trey and the club behind, go home and get myself off to the memory of this for the rest of my life. That's what I want to do, right?
After a long silence, Trey murmurs, "Yeah, I thought so. Say your safeword and this stops. Otherwise, we're doing this. You want this. I know you do."
"Let me go," I hiss.
He shakes his head slowly. "No way, sweetheart. Not when I have you right where I want you."
Trey
I DON'T HAVE my own implements. I notice the other doms are carrying duffel bags with equipment, so I make do. I pull my leather belt from the loops and wind the buckle end around my fist.
Sheridan stares with wide eyes, half-nervous, half-thrilled. My wolf is actually calmer than I would expect-it's like he senses the danger here, knows I need to keep my head.
Thank fuck, because her scent is driving me wild.
Sheridan looks sexy as hell in her skin-tight leather outfit, and as much as I'd love to watch her skin turn pink under my leather belt, there's no way I'm going to let any asshole here see her naked. I sort of like the idea of her having the layer of protection, anyway. I would die if I actually hurt her.
I wind the belt until less than a foot remains and then step in front of her. Her glorious tits rise and fall as she pants, irises changed from green to amber. "Beautiful wolf," I murmur and slap the belt across the front of her thigh. She jerks, but smiles.
"Again."
I run my thumb over her lower lip. She nips at it. "Cute, sweetheart, but you're not in charge. I'm the one giving the orders tonight."
Her eyes dilate and she tosses her beautiful head. I stand back to survey her with an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression, then smack the belt right up between her legs.
She squeals, her body going rigid against the cross, then sagging. Her belly trembles on her exhale.
I slap her inner thigh, several times, then move to the other side.
The little sounds she makes nearly kill me. I'm getting dizzy and drugged myself, which isn't good.
Keep your head. Stay cool.
I want to tear open that sexy catsuit and fuck her right against the cross. And you'd better fucking believe I bought condoms today. I lunge into her, squeezing her breasts roughly as I claim her mouth.
She moans against my lips, nipping and licking like she's frantic for more.
I back up, depriving her of the satisfaction she craves.
Another slap between the legs. The sound of the leather smacking leather is delicious. I whip her pussy again, and again.
"Harder," she moans. She appears completely drugged. I can see how a woman in this state might taste different to a blood-sucker. She's definitely high. But I swear to the fates, if any of them come near this wolf, I will kill them all, and start the war to end all wars.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nero hanging around, watching the scene. I bare my teeth and growl, warning him back, but he merely throws back his head and laughs.
"Trey," Sheridan mewls. Need drips in her voice.
"Not yet, baby. I'm not done whipping your front side yet. And when I finish, I have to turn you around and warm your ass. You're lucky you're wearing that catsuit and I'm too fucking possessive to let anyone see you without its protection."
She licks her lips, her glassy gaze tracking my face. "And then?"
I give her a toothy grin. "Then, I'll think about letting you come."
She growls and fights the restraints, some of her submission ebbing. I laugh and slap up each of her inner thighs again.
I smack her pussy. "You want more of my belt here, little wolf?"
She rolls her head from side to side, chest heaving. "Yes! Fuck, Trey."
My eyes bug out of my head. "Holy shit! You said it."
She leans forward, straining at the bonds. "I said it. Now you do it."
I laugh in total wonder, reward her with a hard, demanding kiss. I cup her mons with my free hand, apply firm pressure in undulations.
Her breaths grow even shorter, quicker. "Please, Trey."
"And to think, all you needed was a little sexual stimulation."
She tries to nip my lips. "Stop teasing. I need it."
I arch a brow. "Need what, beautiful?"
"This. More. You," she moans. "I need it all. Please, Trey."
I reach up and release her wrists, then her ankles. I turn her on the cross and press her face first against the padded front. I replace the restraints and she waggles her hips, like she's trying to get relief by rubbing against the cross. It's damn near the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"Naughty girl," I scold and whip her across the ass. I can tell she loves it because she hollows her back and sticks her butt out for more.
I let out a little more slack in the belt and whip her again and again, concentrating on the lower half of her ass, then working down each individual thigh.
Her moans grow louder and faster, like she's going to come just from being whipped. My cock surges against my jeans. My vision starts to dome and my teeth lengthen, ready to mark her. Fuck, I may not get through this.
I glance over at the leech in the shadows again to regain my head. It helps. I draw a slow inhale in through my nostrils and keep steadily whipping Sheridan's ass, when her cries reach a desperate pitch, I whip between her legs.
She chokes on a breath.
I whip again.
A keening mewl.
Another thwap against her clit.