Chapter 119 Tough love
“If we are going to do this,” Mordaine was slathering oil on my back, hands flat on either side, his thumbs kissing the deep gutter down my back. “You’re going to follow every one of my instructions to the latter. Do you think you can do that, pet?”
“Yes sir.” I swallowed. Nothing he had said so far today made any sense. “What is stronger than a werewolf. What am I?”
“That's what we will have to find out. Perhaps Finn fed too hard on you the other night and turned you into a vampire.”
It was a joke. Because he was laughing as his warm fingers coated my neck with oil, before he flipped me over like an omelet.
The cool air made me take a sharp inhale. It whispered over my skin like a gentle lover and kissed my hardened nipples.
“You need to learn control, Lys,” he whispered right into my ear. I jumped. I had not heard him move to my headside.
He pinched my nipple then, twisting it between those oiled fingers. My legs fell apart as I gasped.
“Control. Not queries. That thing that happened earlier? Disgraceful! I cannot let my wife move about with such lack of control. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” I was moaning, squirming, wet, so wet. He moved from pinching to a light caress at the very peak of my nipple with the ball of his oiled thumb.
I could come like this. I could. This was the first time today he had touched me for longer than two minutes.
“Finn is one too many people who have seen you in that state,” he continued in my ear, like the devil’s whisper, deep and bad. As bad as his punishing fingers on my nipple.
“No one else is allowed to see you in that state anymore. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir.”
He moved away, and my body sagged against the bench. He resumed oiling my skin, moving towards my belly button like a professional masseur.
“To begin, you must forget all you have learned so far. You are not a werewolf.”
I paused.
“Rhea might be strong, but she is way too fragile still to handle someone like you. I am not a werewolf, say it.”
My lips remained shut, my tongue heavy. His hands left me. I licked my lips nervously as I caught a whiff of that wax again.
“I am not a werewolf,” I whispered, feeling foolish. What else could I be?
Rhea did not like that. She shifted beneath my ribs, and Mordaine’s hand returned, pressing down gently on the spot.
And then flipped me on my belly again.
“You have a wolf. This girl is your bitch, not the other way around.”
Well, I liked that. Rhea had been screwing me over lately after all. But when he went on to say, “From this point on, you will no longer think of her as your duplicate, or as a friend. You are not peers, but master and subject,” I frowned.
I was grateful for my blindfolds at that moment. He would have looked in my eyes and seen the very un-sub look. Rhea has been my companion from the moment I gained consciousness as a human. I could never think of her as anything other than that.
“You will no longer negotiate with her. Want her to do something? Command her.”
I frowned into the bench, and then my breath stopped. He was pouring something down my back, and the raw heat knocked the breath out of me. But then it cooled, almost immediately.
I was at once transported to that dream where he had done the same thing. The surrounding air was right now thick with delicious smells, caramel, vanilla, and blueberries, as he began to smear the cooling wax across my back.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” I groaned because his hands were firm and wide enough to cover a lot of space, and after what he put my body through earlier, this massage felt like tasting the clouds on my tongue.
So good I could cry.
“Great. Show me your claws.”
I paused. But then I stretched my hand back and forced my claws out.
“Beautiful.” His voice managed to sound genuine and false all at once. “Keep them out like that for the rest of your massage session. If you roar at me again, you and Finn will have a lot of training-trauma to bond over when he returns.”
My heart had long since stopped, missing several beats, and then it started again, racing.
He could not mean that, could he? He expected me to remain in a partial shift while he massaged me, with a sprinkle of sensual actions in between?
“Are those your claws I see receding?”
“No sir.” I gritted my teeth. The gums around my fangs were starting to itch now. This is going to be hell.
At that moment, he was by my ass cheeks, smearing hot wax across the oiled surface, squeezing and telling me all manner of erotic filth. My pussy was contracting, dripping, but he expected me to lay there, moan and pant and squirm but not give into a full shift.
“This is an honor, Lys. I hear people only cry when the massage is good. I cannot wait to tell Hale all about this.”
I could not stand this verbal acid, this teasing game he played with Hale. I cried harder.
Rhea was difficult, hard to manage, trashing so much inside that my ribs expanded and relaxed again, and the whole time I was aching, only able to think about how badly I wanted him to fuck me already.
This went on for another ten minutes where he repeated the same wax massage on my front, avoiding my breast and most of my stomach.
He moved down my thighs, past my calves and finally stopped at my feet.
“You're OK?”
My answer came out low, laced with bitterness and frustration. “Yes.”
Finn was not the troublemaker after all. He had never been, and it made sense why he could never stand the dragon despite loving him. Mordaine was a bully.
The dark god chuckled then as if he could hear my thoughts. He clutched my foot.
I gasped.
“Do you remember what I told you on your first morning here?”
I’m dying to suck them.
Of course, I could not forget. Several of my erotic dreams had been inspired by those words, built on them and took up hours of my night.
“Fuck.” I bit my lip quickly. Oil, warm, was trickling down my feet now, coating both of them as he pinned both feet together in his other hand.
My brain threatened to shut down on me. Between trying not to shift fully, but at the same time keep my claws bared, I was in hell.
But I felt the bright flush in my abdomen and my thighs twitched on the table. I was about to come.
Twack. His spank sounded more painful than it actually felt.
“You have had your orgasm for the day, sweet wife.” He was running his fingers over my toes, light circles that made me want to scream. “This is for my enjoyment.”