We both felt Abbott’s fangs in my neck. His mouth pulling blood from my body. I felt the beast’s frustration, sensed his wildness, but also saw how his mind worked. A little, at least. I’d always assumed he was just a wild animal who acted purely on instincts. A ravaging beast. He could easily be those things, but on this day, he was smart. He observed our surroundings and made good choices.
I felt the instant Abbott leashed him again. The beast was still there. Still watching. I still sensed him, but I knew he could no longer force achange. He could no longer overtake me.
“Walk around the room,” Abbott told me. “Take in the information your wolf gives you. Smell the things he takes an interest in. It’s fine to ignore Spence and me a few minutes. It’s just you and your wolf right now.”
Chapter Fourteen
Kieran
I noticed the difference in Ajax a few seconds after I rose for the evening. A quick dip into his memories showed me the reason, and I looked through the state Abbott had left him. His wolf was leashed so he couldn’t force achange. The animal was nearer to the surface, but not so close he couldtooheavily influence Ajax’s choices.
The danger, of course, was the wolf would send the man on a murderous rampage. Abbott hadn’t seen that in the wolf’s psyche, and neither did I. I was good with the state Abbott had left him. My guess was that we’d have a conversation about giving Ajax’s wolf a little more of a leash while we were awake and watching.
I made my way to the outer chamber and smelled Abbott. The vampire wasn’t here, but his scent was strong on my wolf.
I’d known Abbott had drunk from him by seeing Ajax’s memories, but smelling my Master onmyAjax set off a little jealousy. I pushed the feeling down — it wasn’t Ajax’s choice so I couldn’t hold him responsible.
“You had a nice evening with Spence and Abbott?”
“I did. I learned more about my wolf. Do you think I’ll ever be a normal werewolf?”
“I don’t know. Is that important to you?”
I knew the answer as soon as I asked it. He wanted to be independent. His own man. His own werewolf. I waited for him to answer, though.
“It is, Sir.”
“Then I’ll do what I can to help facilitate it.”
“Thank you for putting it that way. I understand I have to do the work, but you and Master Abbott will have to help me, so I don’t hurt anyone while I’m figuring it out.”
“Exactly right.” I sat across from him. I needed to get this out before Gwen rose.
“Tonight, you will make me cry. Gwen can’t. Our vampire powers won’t let her. You can.”
* * * *
Ajax
I felt my head shaking, and was a little mortified to be refusing an order, and yet, there was no way I could hurt Kieran.
“You can, and you will. Gwen will feed and then get to work. It’ll just be you and me. You’ll restrain me, whip me, and then feed me during aftercare. No sex. No orgasms.”
That was different. It wasn’t Topping him. I wouldn’t have to figure out how to make it good for him. And Gwencouldn’t. It would turn into an all-out battle if she tried. The weaker must physically submit to the stronger. Usually, they can control the monsters within them, but they’re all super careful about following certain rules during anything sexual.
He smiled. “I see you understand. Decide how to restrain me. You’ll have one hundred and forty-four strikes to bring me to tears. A dozen dozen. If you need more, I’ll cane your thighs, both front and back, the number of strokes you go over. If you can pull it off, Gwen and I will whip you together tomorrow,and we’ll make it good for you. You’ll have submissive bliss tomorrow if you can do this quickly tonight. Deal?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
* * * *
Kieran
The trick to bringing a powerful vampire to tears is in overwhelming them with pain before they have a chance to deal with it, and before their body produces endorphins. Gwen isn’t the most powerful vampire in the house, so her body is better primed to accept sexual punishment.
Mine would not be, but it wasn’t fair that I never had to face the whip.
It was so damned hard to bend over and let him put me into the stocks. I remained passive though, and let him lock me in. My insides quaked at the sound of the bolts sliding into place. My cock went hard. My balls drew up. I didn’t want sex but the fear response made my dick hard. A few thousand years of kinky games had conditioned it.
