The Mating Game (9 page)

Reaching up, he double-checked she hadn’t hurt or chafed her wrists pulling against the restraint. While he had made sure it was a silky satin scarf, it wasn’t really a weak, easily torn material, as he wanted it strong enough to restrain her.

He ran his smallest finger underneath the bind, making sure there was a little moving room for circulation. Mary smiled up at him, dazed.

“That was lovely. Is it my turn?”

He kissed the tip of her nose.

“Oh no, not yet. That was only Part One of my plan.”

Mary frowned.

“What happened to tit-for-tat?”

“Well, my dear, I figure once I let you out of those restraints I won’t easily get you back in them. Don’t fret. You’ll love this even more.”

Mary pouted, but he moved away from her before she could start to argue.

Scooting across the large bed, he bent down to open the chest of drawers. Rummaging around amongst the furry handcuffs, assorted dildos, tins and packages, he finally found the bottle he had been searching for.

Dr. Dare’s Womanly Sensitizing Liquid
.

Samuel had bought it for his last birthday and given it to him with a huge feral grin. Artemais and William had nearly choked laughing. Dominic had merely thrown it in with all the other toys and paraphernalia he had collected over the years, thinking that maybe one day he would find a use for the liquid.

He made a mental note to thank Samuel for aiding his cause with Mary.

With his back still to Mary—no point in giving his whole game away before he was ready—he unscrewed the lid and broke the safety seal. He felt Mary stiffen next to him as the unmistakable sound of breaking plastic echoed in the room.

“Uh… I did mention I don’t like pain—didn’t I?”

Dominic turned around and showed her the gaudy red and yellow label.

“You certainly did, my dear. I also pointed out I wasn’t into it either, that I prefer delayed pleasure.” He tried to hide his grin at Mary’s skeptical look at the bottle.

“Sensitizing liquid? Where on earth did you find that, a kid’s joke shop?”

Dominic laughed. “No such luck, darling. Samuel bought it for me, from a very expensive adult catalogue. It might look childish and garish, but one really mustn’t judge a book by its cover. I’m sure you’ve heard of anesthetic cream?”

He paused, waiting for Mary to nod.

“Well, this is similar, but it’s edible, quite tasty from what Samuel said, and instead of anaesthetizing your…body parts, it sensitizes them, prepares them. It will heighten your own arousal, and make even the gentlest of my touches that much hotter.”

Desperate to begin, Dominic nevertheless spared a brief moment for safety’s sake. Squirting a small amount onto his inner wrist, he tested the cream on himself.

Having helped feed his numerous nephews and nieces, he knew how important it was to test bottles against his inner wrist before a feeding. While he trusted Samuel with his life, and knew he would never knowingly give him something dangerous to try on a lady, neither did he want to blindly assume there was no hidden catch Samuel hadn’t warned him of.

After a few seconds, the patch of skin felt warm. Dominic could feel his own blood pumping under his skin, could feel the tingling sensation of his skin becoming more sensitive. There was a very faint burning sensation, but it was a heat style of burning, not an itchy or irritating style of burning.

The cream was perfect for what he intended for Mary.

He let Mary look at the small patch of skin on his inner wrist—to prove it was safe.

“No irritation, no harmful burning sensation. You know I wouldn’t knowingly do anything to hurt you, love.”

At Mary’s cautious nod, he squirted a dollop of the cream onto her still-peaked nipple. He stared at the cream as it slowly slid down her nipple and over her rounded breast. Unable to merely watch, he reached out and gently massaged it into her soft skin.

Mary arched her back and moaned—at the gentle massage, or the warm heat of the cream he was unsure. The spot on his inner wrist still tingled. It seemed to soak up the heat of his skin, seemed to feel the heat radiating from Mary’s breast.

Dominic upturned the bottle again, to anoint her other nipple. Flicking the cap back on, he let the bottle rest beside their bodies for a moment. Idly, he glanced down at the truly garish label.

600 ml—Extra Large bottle, for more fun
! he read.
Fantastic. More fun for everyone.

Grinning happily, he set to work with his hands, now covered in the sensitizing cream. The heat seemed to radiate between them, from his hands through to her breasts and back to him again. He intended to massage her until neither of them could cope anymore.

He had always been good with his hands.

Chapter Nine

Mary tried her best not to squirm. The aching hunger growing inside her was astounding. She’d had lovers before. Many lovers, though never more than one at a time, and somehow never falling down the slippery slope of slutdom, or becoming uncaring of whom she shared herself with. She even knew how to pleasure herself, when the run between lovers grew too long. She preferred the heated thrusts of a man between her thighs, but upon occasion when she simply couldn’t bear it, she knew how to wield a vibrator quite decently.

Yet never before had she
burned
like this. Never had she felt every ripple of rough skin against her own much smoother skin. Never had the friction between herself and said lover been so unbearably sweet and desperate.

Dominic seemed to know instinctively when to be rough and when to be gentle. When the cool bedroom air on her heated flesh would make her burn hotter, and when his own hot breaths puffed across her sensitized skin would be most effective.

When he took her aching nipple into his mouth she screamed with the pleasure.

There was much to be said for Dominic Rutledge’s sexual skills. Here was definitely a man who knew his sexual games.

Mary moaned, twisted, pleaded and begged. Higher and higher Dominic worked her, touching, caressing, teasing her body and senses with everything he could. And just as Mary knew she could take no more, just when she instinctively knew she would have to climax or explode—he pulled back.

“What the…? Dom, finish this!”

“Now, now, my dear. How about you answer a few very simple questions?”

Mary tried to focus. Through the haze of her thoughts, her lust-crazed mind, she recalled vaguely not only that her hands were tied, but that she was at Dominic’s mercy. The thought that he would repeat his teasing, drive her even further up to that peak without giving her release was enough to make her whimper. Whether in desire or frustration she had no idea.

“Whaddya wanna know?” she mumbled, happy to answer anything to feel the release her body craved.

“Who hacked into our site?” he breathed into her ear. He was so close to her she could feel the heat of his skin, smell her own tangy juices on his lips. It was incredibly erotic and frustrating at the same time.

“M’cousin…jus’ a kid…dared by friends…sex now?”

Mary held her tongue. She would
not
beg and she would certainly not whimper…or not any more than she already had.

“Your cousin, hmm? I suppose when he got caught in my snare he called you in to get him out?”

She simply nodded.

“Do you think he’ll be tempted to do it again? With someone else instead of us?”

Mary shrugged. “He’s bored.” She cleared her throat—determined to stop sounding like a drunk kid testing herself with a first drink of beer.

She tried to continue. “He’s just a kid on school break. He’s good, very good, but bored. I’ve been trying to bully him to get a job, but no one will treat him seriously when he hasn’t even started college. So he lets his friends dare him into doing stupid stuff. He’s not a criminal; he’s simply a talented, bored kid. Is that all?”

“One more thing. How did you find out about us being werewolves?”

“I opened an email by accident. Thought it was a portal. Was from Samuel to you and your brothers. A teasing note about a journal entry of yours he’d found. Evidently someone had saved it outside your firewalls.”

Dominic nodded. He seemed to know exactly what she was talking of. “I’ll fix it Monday. Thank you for answering my questions, love.”

When Dominic put his hands back on her excruciatingly sensitive nipples, Mary nearly screeched.

“I’m sorry if I offended you with my timing by stopping. If I had let us continue much further I wouldn’t have been able to stop, and we’d be back to your turn. My curiosity is sated, for now. It’s more…physical cravings I wish to satisfy right now.”

Mary moaned, unable to articulate the
about
frickin’ time, mental comment she wanted to verbalize, as his hot lips took her nipple deep into his wet mouth. With a fierce determination, he continued rubbing the sensitizing liquid all over her breasts, her soft stomach and up her shoulders.

Within moments she was climaxing fiercely.

Without even a pause to let her catch her breath Dominic was starting all over again. Over and over he brought her to release. Sobbing, she demanded he fuck her.

“I want to feel your thick cock riding inside me! Please, Dom!”

“Yes!” he growled fiercely, sheathing himself deep inside her with one fierce thrust to his balls.

Yet again, Mary felt the urgency start deep in her stomach. It grew and grew, as if it had a mind of its own. A huge bundle of energy, a fierce longing and shaking, nestled deep inside her stomach and womb.

When Dominic ever-so-lightly flicked her clit, thrusting his cock so deeply inside her she marveled he fit, she felt the huge bundle erupt inside her.

Screaming her pleasure, crying and digging her nails into her hands with the desire to hold him close, Mary came for the last time. She felt Dominic’s hot seed spurt deep inside her, filling her and branding her.

As the intense feelings simmered down, she fell back into the pillows, sweating and shaking. Her eyes closed, she vaguely felt Dominic reach up to untie her hands. Subconsciously, she felt him lie beside her and pull the covers up over them, but in reality she was deeply asleep.

So this is what it feels like to be fucked to exhaustion
,
she dimly thought.

Mary thought she was smiling, but whether it was her dream self or her thoroughly fucked self, she had no idea. She sensed herself falling down, down into the bed, or maybe it was into the earth?

Dreams rolled past her, one after the other until they seemed to merge into an almost kaleidoscope of moving pictures. Somehow they all managed to be different, yet the same.

A wide-open forest, the darkest green and brown, star-strung night sky a brilliant midnight blue, somehow the same blue as Dominic’s eyes just before he came inside her. The scent of the damp earth overpowered everything and even as she enjoyed walking in the night, exploring the forest like a child, Dominic seemed to be beside her, yet not visible the whole time.

The dreams were strange, yet so homey and comforting Mary had never slept so well in her whole life.

Chapter Ten

Dominic slowly, reluctantly felt himself waking up. He had been having the most magnificent dream. Thrusting in and out of his dream woman—Mary. She smelled so wonderful, tasted divine. Yet something was odd.

Frowning, keeping his eyes firmly shut, he desperately tried to stay in the dream.

Redhead. Luscious breasts. Delightful ass.
Sensitizing liquid
.

His eyes snapped open to stare at the darkened ceiling.

It hadn’t been a dream. Mary had found him at the bar, after the gig with Sam and Lee. She had come home with him. He had fucked her thoroughly and she had practically fainted from sexual exhaustion.

He tried to turn onto his side to spoon her warm body closer to his and maybe start their antics once more.

Oh shit
.

While from the waist down he turned onto his side. Something disturbingly familiar held his arms tied upright.

Craning his neck he looked up and saw the gag fluorescent pink fluffy handcuffs.

Well damn
. His little Mary had been snooping while he slept.

Dominic grinned, wondering what to expect. Even though it was still night, the faint light outside his bedroom window showed it was only a few hours before dawn. He could hear water running down the sink in the bathroom, so he knew where Mary was. Fidgeting, he got himself comfortable, eagerly awaiting Mary’s return.

After a few minutes, his patience was rewarded. The water turned off, and after a very brief pause the connecting door opened. His hungry gaze fell on the breathtaking sight of a naked Mary.

He felt his mouth water again.

She still looked as deliciously rounded as he remembered. Still as sexy and edible. He impatiently tugged on the cuffs, wondering if he should give away the secret. They had a catch in them that, if one knew where to flick, would unsnap the cuffs right away.

When Mary paused, ran a heated glance over his naked, and now fully aroused body, he decided to let her play with him a little longer. There was a far higher chance of them
both
enjoying themselves that way.