CHAPTER 25: PLEASURED LESSONS II

"The dom style?"

"Yes, baby," he breathed.

"How does it work?"

"Finish your drink."

I did, gulping the whole content. He followed suit and collected both of our glasses to his bedside table.

"What we did earlier," he said, skimming through his drawer for something, "I asked you to feel it outside the pleasure."

I nodded.

"It is called finding pleasure in pain."

I frowned. "Does that only work for werewolves?"

"No." He brought out a black blindfold from the drawer.

"Is it called the subdom-whatever? The one you mentioned earlier."

"Yes." He approached me again. "Sub is who the pleasure is done to, dom is who does the pleasure."

"Are you my dom?"

He caressed my cheek. "Yes, baby."

"What are the things you’d be doing to me? Will you claw me?"

"No. No. I won’t use pains pertaining to my power as a werewolf. Just basic human things. Like..."

"Like what? What are the things?"

"I can’t tell you now. If I do, you’d run away from me."

I swallowed. "Why would I? I would like it to."

"You may and... you may not."

What is he saying?

"So, you brought me here to introduce me to something I wouldn’t like?"

"It’s not given. I’ll introduce it to you bit by bit. You might end up liking it and you might not."

"Is it a must for us to do it?"

He crouched low before me. "I’ve had this idea for a long time but I’ve never tasted it—or thought to taste it—until I met you. Whenever I think of doing those things with you, my mind goes spiral."

"I’m getting into something I know nothing about. You won’t even tell me what I should expect because I’d run if you do. How am I supposed to trust you?"

He held onto my hand. "Listen, Bambi, I’m in love with you."

That took me off guard.

"And I’d never ever do anything to harm you. I swear on my Alpha’s title."

I blinked. He would never swear on his title for an empty promise.

I nodded. "What is the first step?"

He took the blindfold I had thought was for my eyes earlier, joined my hands together and wrapped it around my wrist to bind my hands.

"I thought you said blindfold sex?"

"You are open to new lessons so I changed my mind."

I let him tighten the rope around my wrist, tugging at it to ensure it didn’t loosen.

"Lay back on the bed." He commanded.

I obeyed, sliding up the bed with my tied hands.

He grabbed another blindfold from the bedside table, joined me on the bed and tied my eyes this time. Immediately my world became black, a nut tightening in my throat.

He pinned my tied hands above my head and loosened the rope holding my dress in place.

He slowly pulled down my dress, my breasts springing out into the open. I sighed, biting down on my lips; the chill on my nipples sent shivers down my spine.

His fingers brushed my nipple and, in seconds, I felt his cold lips wrap around it.

A noiseless moan escaped me. I tried struggling against the grip of the rope around my wrist but it was too tight. I couldn’t release my grip even if I tried ten times harder.

His second hand gripped my other breast, moulding it. His tongue darted out, twisting around my nipple.

I shifted in my position, moaning.

Everything was dark. I couldn’t even make out his position.

His lips left my nipples and he moved. I didn’t know where he was. I threw my gaze around in the dark against the blindfold.

A cold sensation washed over me when I felt his lips press against my wet panties. I wriggled.

His thumb dipped into my panties, taking them off effortlessly.

His lips came on again, this time skin on skin, flesh on flesh. He kissed my core. His hand parted my thighs and he disappeared again. I strained against the dark blindfold, trying to find a silhouette through the fabric, but everywhere was black; I couldn’t make out anything.

When he returned, I was caught off guard. His tongue came on me immediately, thrusting in.

I wriggled my hips, struggling against the grip on my wrist.

He thrust even deeper, steadying my wriggling with his firm hand. His lips captured my opening, his mouth moving roughly over it.

I cried out, struggling against the grip on the wrist.

This is crazy, I need my hands everywhere.

I moaned noisily as he continued working my core—kissing, licking and sucking.

"Please, please, please..." I didn’t know what I was begging for.

Once I was close to climax, he withdrew his mouth and stepped away again.

I sighed frustratedly into the air.

"This is so cruel..." I murmured. I started rubbing my legs together to kill the arousal Dawn had left behind but I felt him grip my thighs, stopping me from rubbing them together.

"Untie me." I whispered. "Please..."

He didn’t reply. A few seconds later, I felt his thumb brush my wet core.

I ached in my back.

He withdrew his thumb and returned a few seconds later with a second finger, thrusting in and out teasingly.

"Oh, fuck..." I murmured, biting my lips.

He withdrew for another long three seconds, returning with the third and fourth finger.

A slow thrust made me moan out loud.

"Oh, it’s coming. I’m..." He withdrew his fingers again. Then, I felt him on top of me. "Shh," he murmured into my ear. "Don’t rush it, okay?"

I nodded.

"Good girl,"

He thrust all five fingers, slipping out and going right back in.

Just as my climax peaked, he withdrew all fingers and disappeared.

I slumped back into the bed, helpless and frustrated.

"Dawn, please..." I pleaded, a teardrop slipping out.

His fingers soon returned—sliding in one after the other. His other hand gripped my throat so tightly I could barely breathe.

The combination of his finger thrusts and his grip around my neck drove me to the edge.

My moans bounced across the walls of the room. My cries for pleasure, moaning his name. My climax was near again.

"Please, Alpha. Please..." I said through choked gasps.

He didn’t withdraw this time but his mouth caught it. I felt him suck out every last drop. Then, he disappeared again.

Then, I felt a warm liquid on my bare breast. His lips came on next, licking my breast clean.

After a beat, I felt his hand untie the blindfold and the piece of cloth binding my hands together.

My world was an unfamiliar one when he removed the blindfold. But I found him, still fully clothed, his lips and chin coated with my warmth.

My hand moved instantly, striking him across his face.