Fox Afield (Madison Wolves) (14 page)

We had a nice weekend. Daniel and his family left on Sunday immediately after lunch but promised to see us before we left Boulder. Once they were gone, I folded into Lara's arms.

"We've made friends," I told her.

"That we did," she said. "How would you like to spend the afternoon?"

"On top of you," I whispered into her ear. "If I wear you out, we can go fishing."

Lara laughed and scooped me up, tossing me over her shoulder.

"Hey!" I said. "We've talked about this. If you want to carry me, do it properly."

She turned around and began walking down the path towards our cabin, the other wolves smirking at me.

"I mean it, Lara!"

She bounced.

"All right!" I said. "You asked for it."

I was bent over her shoulder. I squirmed a little higher as if I were trying to wriggle away. She tightened her hold on my legs, chuckling, but all I really wanted was to be further over her shoulder. I wrapped one arm around her to hang on, and I used the other to begin tickling her side mercilessly.

She shrieked and almost dropped me, b
ut I clutched at her with one hand and dug my fingers into her side with the other.

They weren't nice tickles. They weren't meant to be. I dug my fingers into her ribs painfully.

"Knock it off!" she said, bouncing me.

I realized if I stretched a little, I could just barely reach the zipper of her jeans. I undid the button.

"What are you doing?"

"Escalating," I said. "Promise to carry me properly and I'll behave."

"You are so getting paddled!" she replied.

I unzipped her jeans. She tried to stop me, but that involved releasing my legs with one hand. I immediately began wriggling, trying to get free.

"Stop it!" she said. "I'm going to drop you."

"Go ahead," I told her, still wriggling. She clasped my legs with both arms, hanging on.

I reached with both hands, slipped them into the waistband of her jeans, and slid them six inches down her hips.

"Michaela!" she yelled, her left hand reaching down to clasp at her jeans. I immediately began kicking my legs and squirming again.

I glanced at the other wolves. They were all watching our antics, my wolves laughing openly, Brooke barely containing her laughter with her hand over her mouth.

I gave up the struggle for the jeans and jabbed fingers into Lara's ribs on both sides. Lara screeched. I hadn't been at all gentle about it. I did it again. She reached for my hand on one side, but I pulled it away and immediately began lowering her jeans again.

"Michaela!" Lara yelled. "This is not dignified behavior."

"And carrying me like this is?" I said. I got he
r jeans down her hips, and she spread her legs, trying to prevent me from sliding the jeans down any further. I shoved further, and she released my legs to grab the jeans. I immediately started sliding down her back, using my hands to control my fall. I landed in a tumble behind her. By the time I was on my feet and facing her, Lara had her jeans back around her waist and was buttoning them. She turned and glowered at me.

I smiled sweetly. "I presume that when you carry me like that, it's meant to be playful and not as a sign of disrespect. I presume you are encouraging me to be playful right back. If that's not what you mean, perhaps you should carry me in a more dignified fashion."

"I should paddle your bare bottom," she told me.

"You could try that," I said. "But if you do it publicly, you know it's going to upset me. Then I'll sulk for hours."

I could hear Lara's heartbeat. It was elevated, and she was flushed. She wasn't smiling.

"Come here," she said, pointing to the space immediately in front of her.

Obediently, I walked right into her arms, laid my head against her shoulder, and offered her my throat. "I love you, Lara," I said.

She lowered her mouth to my throat, nipped the skin, then picked me up. I wrapped my arms around her and sighed contentedly as she carried me, properly, to our cabin.

Once inside, she didn't set me down. Instead, she carried me upstairs to the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. I tried to scramble away from her, just giving her room to climb onto the bed next to me, but she grabbed my ankle and pulled me to her. She efficiently, if somewhat roughly, pulled my clothes off of me, popping some buttons in the process.

Every time I reached for her, she pushed my hands away. The third time, she growled at me. By then, she had me naked and was pawing at my body.

"Lara," I said. "Lara. Look at me."

Instead, she reached for my legs, but I locked them in a
scissors.

"Lara!" I said. "I'll let you do anything you want to me, but look into my eyes." She ignored me and struggled with my legs. "Lara!"

She turned to face me, her expression a little wild.

"Come kiss me," I told her gently. "I love you. Kiss me, Lara."

She yanked me to her, crushing me into her arms, but I turned my face away. "Gently, Lara. Promise me gently."

She growled at me.

"Honey," I said. "Gentle."

She breathed deeply several breaths then kissed the side of my neck. I turned my lips to hers, and the kiss was everything I could have hoped for. I wrapped myself around her. When she finally broke the kiss, we studied each other's face.

"Now you may do whatever you want to me," I told her.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I-"

"It's all right, Lara," I told her, caressing her face. "Take me now."

She lowered me to the bed, climbing on top of me, and we kissed again.

Her ardor began to rise immediately. I reached for her, but she captured my hands and held them against the bed over my head.

"All right," I said to her. "If that's what you want."

She released my hands and began stroking my body, exploring me with her fingers, and then her fingers and her mouth.

She nipped my neck; I knew she had marked me. She did it again over my shoulder. Then she took my nipple in her mouth, her teeth teasing the piercing while she used a hand to tease the other breast.

"Oh yes, Lara," I told her, my body wakening under her attention. I loved when she was dominant like this. A year ago, I would have hated it, but as long as she was gentle, I had grown to love it.

She growled at me again, her teeth nipping at me. I squirmed under her touch and moaned once or twice.

"Mine," she said. It was a growl.

"Yours," I agreed.

She raised her lips to mine and possesses me hungrily. I opened readily, accepting her tongue, greeting it with my own. She clasped my hands again, capturing some of my hair to pin my head to the bed. She broke the kiss, pressing her body into mine and pinning me to the bed, one leg thrust between mine, spreading my legs under her.

"Mine," she said again.

"Yes, yours."

"I will do to you what I want," she said.

"Yes."

"I will carry you however I wish!"

"No, honey, you will not."

"Mine!"

"Yes, but you will treat me gently, with dignity and respect. If you do, I will open willingly to you."

"Mine," she said, but it was said gently.

"Yes," I said. "Now, finish what you started. I need you."

Her kiss this time was soft, sweet, and gentle. It was also filled with need, need I pulled from her, need I returned to her. When I wrapped my arms around her neck to hold her in place, she didn't stop me. When finally I released her, she studied my face.

"Lara," I said. "I like when you take me. I like when you are strong with me. You don't have to stop. But when I tell you I don't like something, you will listen."

"Yes," she said.
She smiled, then, moving very slowly, she gathered my wrists, pulling them together. I didn't struggle as she clasped them in one strong hand and pinned them to the bed over my head.

I smiled at her.

"Is this what you like?" she asked.

"Yes."

She used her free hand to tug on one of the piercings, then the other. I gasped with the sensation.

"Does that hurt?"

"No. It is very intense. No harder though."

She rubbed a thumb over the nipple while her fingers played with the piercing. I squirmed under her touch, my eyes closed. Then I opened them. "Hold me more firmly, because if you keep that up, I am going to struggle.
"

She chuckled. Her hand on my wrists tightened slightly, and I knew I wouldn't free them. She threw one leg over one of mine again, her knee pressing between me. She leaned into it, pinning me to the bed. Then she lowered her lips to my nipple.

Soon I was struggling under her, hungry for her. "Don't stop, Lara."

"I will not," she said. "Until you beg me for no more."

She again pinned me with her weight and began stroking my body, teasing my sensitive nipples, and lightly tickling my ribs, just the way I loved.

"I want to feel your skin, Lara," I told her. "Please."

She looked at me and smiled. "Do not move," she said. I nodded agreement and she released me. She then undressed slowly, teasing me, making me wait. I twitched my fingers, and she narrowed her eyes at them. I grinned at her.

"Impudent fox," she accused.

I tensed my muscles, and she waved a finger back and forth at me, but she finished undressing. As soon as she did, I launched myself at her, wrapping my arms and legs around her naked form.

She caught me easily, laughing, then
bore me back to the bed.

"You moved," she said. "I told you not to move."

She pressed me the bed, then rolled me over. I began to struggle in earnest, knowing what was coming. My struggles were futile, and I felt the swat on my bare bottom.

I squealed and tried to scramble away from her, but she pinned me down and delivered fo
ur more swats. We were both giggling when she rolled me back over and kissed me.

I wrestled with her a little longer, both of us enjoying the movement of our bodies together. She pinned me easily, almost casually. I tried to get away, knowing I couldn't. She began stroking me again, and slowly my struggles to get away turned into struggles to pull her against me. But she pinned my hands, grinning.

"Please tell me you like this game, Michaela," she said.

"Would I taunt you if I didn't?" I asked.

She began kissing and biting me, marking my skin. They would heal the moment I wanted them to, but still she marked me, and I wore the marks from her teeth and lips with pride.

She continued to pin my hands to the bed,
caressing me with the other hand. She nudged my legs further apart, and her fingers slid between me, stroking me. I gasped, spreading my legs further, inviting her touch.

"Will you devour me, Lara?" I asked.

"Soon," she said. "For now, I want to feel your surrender." Her fingers slid inside me, and I gasped again. She teased me for a moment, then she began to stroke me just the way I loved to be stroked, and immediately I was gasping. I could smell my own arousal, and hers too, and I knew her hand was slick from my wet musk.

It took only a few minutes before all I could think about was what her hand was doing to me and only a few more minutes before I was begging for release.

She withdrew her hand.

"No!" I said. "Lara!"

She slipped her fingers into her mouth, sucking my taste off her hand and smiling, all the while studying my eyes. With two fingers still in her mouth, her hand still, she studied me. I struggled once, then twice, but she held me firmly. I slid my body away from her, but she hooked me with a leg and pulled me back, then straddled one leg, pinning my lower body in place.

"What are you doing, Lara?"

"Waiting for you to realize something?"

"What?"

"Which of us is in control."

"You are!"

"Yes," she said. She slipped her hand back down between us. "I am." She slipped back inside me. "Say it!"

"You're in control, Lara."

It took her only moments to have me right at the cusp of an orgasm. She slowed her hand, teasing me, and began moving her pelvis, pressing her own sex against my leg.

"Say it again," she said.

I smiled at her. "You are in control, Lara."

She closed her eyes, and the words became my litany. "You are in control, Lara."

She rode my leg, her fingers sliding in and out of me, her thumb teasing my clitoris, and over and over I told her, "You are in control."

I could tell she was close. "When you are ready to come, scream it. You may come once you are screaming."

Seconds later, I was screaming, "You are in control, Lara," and after the third incantation, the orgasm burst through me, causing my entire body to shudder. Lara was a half a stroke behind me, her own orgasm evident in her growl of pleasure.