Her wolf stayed eerily quiet inside her, pleased because the other wolf was proving himself capable of handling her, and her inner beast approved.
Tuesday’s breath came faster. She tested the limits of the pose, trying to ease the worst of the strain, but every small movement only drove the fire hotter. This wasn’t the quick sting of impact play. This was a relentless destruction of a structural joint — the kind of pain that settles in and owns you. Makes nothing else matter.
He lifted her left wrist to the bottom of her rib cage and wound a rope around and around her wrist.
“Your dominant hand is free. Pull your left arm down and it’ll release you and drop you, then you can untie your left wrist, at which point you can undo the rest. Not like I’m going to have a heart attack and die on you, but I promised you’d be able to free yourself, and you can. Satisfied I’ve followed through on that?”
He was absolutely devious, and she respected him for it, butdamn, this would’ve been easier if she hadn’t stipulated bondage she could get out of. Her left arm would grow tired eventually, having to hold it up.
She nodded, and he said, “Just to be clear, do you want dropping yourself to work as a safeword? Or do you want only the actual safeword to stop the action?”
Her arm was going to be exhausted and there was a good chance she’d drop herself because of that, so she gave a small headshake. “Just the safeword means stop.”
She had the control she’d wanted, but there was a cost. One arm she had to hold up, the other just hanging free.Dangling.
Meanwhile, her right hip was hurting exponentially worse with every second. Every breath. She hadn’t fully understood what stress bondage meant, but she was learning it now, bone deep.
He slid a soft leather blindfold over her eyes, and her world went black. Losing her sight made her focus more on breathing in the rich scent of the leather, and relief washed through her. No more visual input to fight against. No more watching him from upside down, or looking down at the floor. Justsensation. She could settle into the pain instead of bracing against it.
Everything still hurt like hell, and she couldn’t relax her left arm without dropping herself to the mat, but the rest of her body stopped fighting so hard. The ropes took her weight, and she let them.
She shivered when earplugs slid into her canals, soft foam sealing away any hope of hearing his footsteps. Of guessing what he was doing.
Two holes filled. More to come.
Her clit throbbed harder in the open air, suddenly obscenely aware of itself. The silence was absolute — thick and velvety, pressing in from all sides until her heartbeat became the loudest thing in existence. No creak of pulleys,no rustle of clothing, no low murmur of his voice. Nothing but the rush of blood in her ears and the steady, heavy thud of her pulse.
Vulnerability hit her like a drug. She was floating in nothing, completely at his mercy. Helpless in a way she’d never been before. Her wolf should have been snarling, clawing, demanding she fight or flee.
Instead, the bitch stayed perfectly still. Watching. Pleased.
He isn’t a mate,she told her inner animal.We’re just playing with him.
Her wolf didn’t seem to care what she said, and that might be a problem.
She tried to figure out what to do with her arms — one dangling, the other lifted at an odd angle — but it was hopeless. Nothing about this was comfortable, and she supposed that was the point.
She tested the limits again, tiny shifts that only made the burn in her right hip flare brighter, but she held her left hand up with purpose. She didn’t know where he was going with this, and it seemed important to let it play out. She didn’t want to end it.
The darkness and silence wrapped around her like another set of ropes, tighter and silkier than the jute, and more intimate. She was suspended in pure sensation now — pain, exposure, utter vulnerability, and the unarguable fact that it was working for her. She wasn’t so horny she couldn’t think, but arousal was simmering, waiting for whatever happened next.
Chapter 4
Knife breathed in and noted her scent bloomed slowly — lust and need threading through the sharp edge of pain. She wasn’t where he wanted her yet, but they’d get there. She was new to true stress positions, and her body needed a map before it rewired this kind of pain into an endorphin high.
Eventually, she’d go into subspace during the rigging process, before the true agony ever hit.
The thought made him pause and remember she’d been clear this wasn’t the beginning of a relationship, so why was he assuming she’d be around long enough for him to rewrite her reactions?
And he had an answer: close relationships with pack wolves aren’t allowed, but patched members can fuck ’em, if everything’s consensual. No reason Tuesday couldn’t be a fuck-buddy.
He traced the taut line of her left leg, fingers ghosting the iliofemoral ligament where it strained under heated skin. She yelped, hips jerking involuntarily and spiking more pain into her scent, and he moved to another ligament, showing her he understood exactly what hurt, what he’d stretched and pulled on purpose.
He stepped back and took everything in, which muscles were strained, which were already trembling. He’d have had to put some of her weight on the chest harness if she were human, but she’d be able tochangetomorrow morning. Instant healing.
She was moving a little too much, trying to adjust, so he added a rope to her straight leg, to make sure it’d stay out to the side where he wanted it, and then it was time for the fun.
He parted her folds with two fingers, taking his time because he could. She was spread wide open for him, completely helpless, and the knowledge sent a dark pulse of pleasure straight to his cock.
