Black Velvet (4 page)

“I’ve secured a private room for us,” Warren said as he walked Joy past the different scenes being played out. To the right, a sub was strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross. Her back and ass were striped red. Her Dom stood next to her, whip still in hand, talking in her ear. The station directly in front had a male submissive on his knees, hands locked behind his neck, and staring at the floor, but what captivated Joy’s attention was the sub trussed up and hanging a little further in the room. Intricate knots and rope crisscrossed most of her torso, leaving only her tits and pussy free.

“Would you like to stay and watch?” Warren asked when Joy still hadn’t taken her eyes from the scene.

She brought her attention to him in an instant. “No thank you, Sir.”

He waved his hand before them, indicating the room they would be sharing. “Come along, then.”

Warren opened the door and stepped aside to let her in before closing it behind them. She glanced up at the camera in the corner, aware that someone would be watching, at least, until she had proven herself capable. She stepped to the center of the room, eyeing the assortment of toys and various items laid next to a black bag on the table against the wall.

“Go ahead and have a look,” he told her before removing his jacket and tie. He unfastened the first couple of buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves before rifling through the bag.

She took her time, examining what he had set out before stepping back. When he had her full attention, he pulled out a long, sharp-looking pair of scissors and placed them along with the other items on the table. When he reached in again and pulled out a length of nylon rope, her heart leaped.

“When we enter a private room, I expect you to remove your clothes, fold them neatly and put them off to the side unless I request you wear a particular outfit. Undress now, please.” He leaned against the table and folded his arms across his chest, the blue rope dangling from his hand.

Reaching back, she slid the zipper down, allowing her dress to fall from her body. His chest puffed out and stayed there as though he’d forgotten to let out the breath he’d taken. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze. This was what she needed. A male who would take care of her needs without her having to ask. One who knew what those needs were. Teetering on her stilettos, she stepped out of the dress, picked it up, and folded it. There was no place to put it other than on the table or the floor. She chose the floor. Her Master had carefully placed his toys on the table. She wouldn’t disturb them.

Bending at the waist, she leaned down and set the dress where it wouldn’t be in the way. When she turned back to him, Warren’s cheeks were a little flushed. She hooked her fingers beneath the white thong she’d chosen and slid them over her hips, and down her thighs, not stopping until she had them at her ankles.

Before she could lift her foot to remove them, Warren was there. He took her hand, steadying her. “Keep the shoes on for now,” he ordered.

A little jolt of electricity rushed through her at his mere touch. It made her want to press herself against him and feel just how hard and strong his body was. The tease of having him near when he’d worked out with her had driven both her and her wolf mad with want. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she’d be standing naked with Warren, waiting for him to touch her when she’d left her apartment.

He released her hand and stepped back again. The hungry look he gave her had her pussy clenching and her nipples aching.

“So beautiful,” he said. He took hold of one end of his rope, letting the rest fall from his grasp. “Come.”

She didn’t hesitate, not for a second. She loved being tied. There was something about that kind of vulnerability at the hands of a strong male she couldn’t get enough of.

“Arms out front. Once we’ve gotten to know one another better, I can get more creative with my knots, but for now, we’ll do something simple.”

She drew an unsteady breath. Already need pulsed through her. It had been way too long since she’d been with a male, and even longer since she’d been with one who had known how to handle a submissive. He tied her wrists snug enough to keep them in place, but not enough to hinder her circulation.

“After seven months of having you in my pack, I think it’s about time we were better acquainted, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Way past time, if you asked her.

“To the center of the room,” he ordered. He walked right next to her, one hand on the small of her back. “Arms up.”

She lifted her arms over her head.

“That’s a good girl,” he said as he lifted them up a little higher.

He’d left a hoop between her wrists and now secured it to a rounded hook above her head. It left her a little off balance, so she widened her stance enough to steady her, but not enough to put a strain on her ankles. Warren stood to the side, then gave the corner of the room up by the ceiling a pointed glance. She followed his gaze to the camera she had noticed before. She was on full display. Whoever was at the other end of the camera was getting an eyeful. Maybe she should have been embarrassed at having someone else watch, but she wasn’t.

Warren trailed his finger down her neck, all the way to her straining nipple. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the shiver rushing through her.

“When was your last heat, sub?” he asked.

He crossed over to the other and circled it with the tip of his finger. It puckered at his touch, making her moan softly. “Three weeks, Sir.”

“Three weeks?” His entire body stiffened, and he stepped back. “Who eased you through it? Who took care of your needs?”

“No one, Sir,” she said.

His eyes narrowed. “You suffered through it without relief?”

Warmth rushed up her cheeks. What did he want her to tell him? That the males in his pack found her so repulsive that they wouldn’t give her the time of day, much less fuck her?

“Don’t even think to lie to me, little wolf. I’ll know, and I will punish you.” He came close again, looking her right in the eye.

“There were no interested males around, Sir. I eased my discomforts as well as I could,” she admitted. As mortifying as it was to admit such a thing to someone like Warren, she wouldn’t lie. But unless he came right out and asked, she wouldn’t tell him she’d hoped he would realize her need and help her relieve it himself, either. He was the one she wanted to someday mate, after all. Finding someone else hadn’t held any interest for her.

“No one helped you through it? That must have been uncomfortable for you.”

She had canceled their first two training sessions, claiming to be too busy to attend on those particular days. The truth was she had been too miserable and achy to be around anyone. Being in the company of males would have worsened her heat. Then to have them shun her would have been humiliating. So she’d hidden away in her apartment and dealt with the pain.

“It’s the truth, Sir.” For half a second, moisture welled up in her eyes. Blinking fast, she cleared her vision. It had sucked, but not nearly as much as looking weak in front of her Alpha would.

“Are you unhappy in this pack, Joy?”

His finger found its place on her nipple again, and she gasped at the tender touch. Every caress, every stroke was like electricity skating across her skin, sending pleasure streaking through her.

“Lonely, yes, but not unhappy, Sir.”

***

Joy’s naked body was even more stunning than any of the fantasies he’d fabricated when he’d been alone in bed at night. Her breasts, a bit more than a handful begged for his lips, the dark nipples poking out, making his mouth water. Having her strung up and waiting for him, eager to please, had Warren so hard he couldn’t think straight.

He tried to take a deep breath, but each time he did, Joy’s intoxicating scent filled him, making him want to rip his clothes off and plunge into her. Maybe he should. His wolf would stop snarling at him, and he’d relieve the constant ache that had driven him crazy for months, but he wanted to draw it out. He wanted to know what would make his little she-wolf throw her head back and howl.

Her nipple puckered at his slightest touch. She was so responsive.

It took a moment for her words to sink in past the haze of his lust. She’d been lonely? “If you were lonely, why didn’t you seek companionship?”

Her brows furrowed, and her lips turned down at the corners. “No one will look me in the eye, much less speak to me, or try to befriend me,” she said.

“I’m looking you in the eye now, Joy.” He would deal with her loneliness later. Maybe by then she would be in a happier and much more relaxed state and wouldn’t be too pissed at him for the part he had inadvertently played in it.

Her nostrils flared, and more of her sweet scent perfumed the air around him.

“In fact, I’m looking at a whole lot more than your eyes.” He circled her, trailing his fingers down her spine, and along the curve of her ass. Like the rest of her, it was perfect. She had the body of a woman. Softness he wanted to sink into. Goosebumps rose on her skin in the wake of his fingertips. Unable to help himself, he bent over and bit her right ass cheek.

She gasped, and then moaned as he licked the spot he’d bitten.

He came around front again, bringing his hands up to her breasts. He ran his thumbs over the hardened peaks. She stayed so still. Such a good little sub. Pushing her breasts together, he finally gave in and lowered his head. He blew his hot breath against the straining nubs, testing her further. Her muscles tensed, but she didn’t budge. Only once he knew she would wait to receive what he would give her did he circle first one tip, then the other with his tongue.

A soft sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

“Look at me, Joy,” he commanded. “Watch as I enjoy these gorgeous tits of mine for the first time.”

She brought her gaze down to him. Her pupils had opened so much they almost covered the amber of her eyes.

He waited for one beat, and then another, before bringing his mouth down to her, capturing her nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. Her eyes rolled a little as he suckled her, but she kept her gaze on him. He took his time, enjoying the wild, honeyed flavor of her skin, going from one breast to the other until her breaths quickened and she moaned with each draw of his mouth, before pulling back.

He trailed his tongue down the valley between her breasts, over her softly rounded belly. Getting on his knees before her, he looked up, finding her gaze still locked on him. “What do you want, little wolf?”

She licked her lips and swallowed. “I want your tongue on my pussy, Sir,” she said in a breathless whisper.

He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass to steady her as he took a long lick. She shuddered in his arms, and her legs shook a little. With her cheeks flushed and her eyes half hooded, she looked like a Goddess standing there. The ache in his cock pulsed with every beat of his heart. As much as he wanted to draw their first experience out, there was no way he’d be able to deny himself, or his wolf, much longer.

This time, when he brought his mouth to her, he didn’t pull back. He licked and sucked soft and tender one moment, then hard and demanding the next. When he finally pulled her clit between his lips and sucked, her whole body went rigid, and she moaned. He sucked harder, flicking the little bud with his tongue until her breaths became erratic, and she couldn’t keep from pushing into him. She tried so hard to keep her breathy little cries from slipping past her lips as she came, but he heard, and loved every single one. He didn’t stop licking, and tasting every last bit of her until her tremors eased, and her weight rested more in his hands than on her own two legs.

“Mine,” he growled against her flesh before standing.

Her eyes weren’t quite focused yet, but she managed a small nod, and a breathy “Yes, Sir,” settling his wolf a little. It would be patient a while longer, but not much.

She took steadying breaths, watching him as he undid one shirt button after the other. “I’m warning you now, little one, I’ll have my cock buried deep inside you before this evening is through.” She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. Her gaze dipped below his belt, and her tongue darted out to swipe along her bottom lip.

“I would like to make use of some of the toys I bought for you before I do, though. Which one is your favorite? Do you need to look at them again?” he asked her.

“No, Sir. My favorite is the crop,” she said without hesitation.

His cock twitched at the very thought of making her beautiful skin pink. “It’s one of my favorites too, but I wonder if we’re ready for that yet.”

Disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t say a word. Such a good sub deserved a reward.

“Then again, maybe we are. I want to watch you come again.” But he wanted more. He wanted—needed—the damned camera off her. Each private room had a camera for the submissive’s safety. But it also meant at least one male was enjoying the view of Joy’s body. Someone had watched as she had surrendered to the pleasure he’d given her.

Part of him wanted to show off the gorgeous body that was his, and only his, but the deeper, more primal part of him wanted to snarl into the camera, promising retribution to those who had witnessed it.

He stepped to the table and weighed his options. He had to get her to call her safeword if he wanted the peepshow to end. And he did. Decision made, he grabbed a vibrator and the crop in one hand before going back to her.