changed , as we weren’t ready for the other wolves to know what we’d been up to. We all sniffed each other, licked each other’s muzzles, and then changed back to human before cooking breakfast.
Chapter Thirteen
Angelica
Over the coming days I began to realize the logistical issues around my working a normal daytime office schedule while Bash basically worked evenings. He met me at my apartment a few minutes after five, and we went out to eat, went back to my apartment for sex, and then he left to handle club business. I gave him a key, and he’d come back around one or two in the morning. He woke up with me, and some mornings we had intense sex instead of running — other mornings, we had quickie sex and then ran. I’m sure he went to the clubhouse and went back to sleep when I went to work.
Monday evening, he once again struck me with the belt over my clothes before we had sex, and then he took me, fucked me hard and fast and without mercy. It was glorious , but I wasn’t sure where it was headed.
The next morning over breakfast, I told him, “The belt. We need to talk about it.”
“Yeah. I need to get you used to it, but it isn’t always going to be over your clothes, and it’ll eventually be more than one strike.”
“I understand it’s your wolf’s way of taking back control, part of reclaiming me after Dawg and I are, umm, intimate? But, will there be other times you’ll want to do it?”
“Yeah, Princess.” His eyes were serious, and a little dark. “It isn’t punishment for being with him, more of an assertion you’re mine — a way to remind us both how much you belong to me. I’ll also use it for consequences, though, if you do something I’ve told you not to, or something you should know will make me angry or worried. We’ll talk about it ahead of time, and you’ll agree to it before I do it, though — I won’t just throw you down and beat you.”
“And if I don’t agree to it?”
“Then it becomes a relationship issue, and we’ll need to do a lot more talking. Maybe there’s something I don’t understand, and you don’t deserve consequences. Or, maybe you don’t understand why your actions are such a big deal. You already know if you break certain club rules, the consequences are very public and usually out of my hands.”
It was no secret I’d seen the club sluts spanked with a variety of things in the clubhouse over the years, and I understood they were being punished for not following the rules. I didn’t expect to ever do anything stupid as far as the MC went, so I wasn’t worried about a public belting.
However, I did want to talk about the possibilities of playing with the belt for fun, so I nodded, met his gaze, and asked, “And if I just want to play around? Get spanked when it isn’t a consequence?”
His smile was almost feral as he said, “When you’re ready to move to that, I’ll be more than happy to make your ass red with my hand, Princess. Want to see if I can get you off with just a spankin’ and a butt plug, and nothing else.”
Blood shot to my clit and my heart skipped a beat. My pheromones kicked into overdrive as well, and I smelled Bash’s arousal in response to mine. He groaned as he said, “No time to throw you down and fuck you before you go to work and we have, what, ten hours before I can fuck you through the wall?”
“You can’t say stuff like that right before it’s time for me to leave for work, Bash. Fuck !”
* * * *
When I got off work, Bash insisted we eat before falling into bed, asserting I’d need my energy. As promised, when we were finished eating, he came damned close to fucking me through the wall, and I’m pretty sure all of our neighbors now knew his name.
He left to handle whatever club business needed his attention, and I read engineering articles related to my current project.
When Bash crawled into my bed well after midnight, I was apparently in the middle of a fun sex dream,
Chapter Thirteen
Angelica
Over the coming days I began to realize the logistical issues around my working a normal daytime office schedule while Bash basically worked evenings. He met me at my apartment a few minutes after five, and we went out to eat, went back to my apartment for sex, and then he left to handle club business. I gave him a key, and he’d come back around one or two in the morning. He woke up with me, and some mornings we had intense sex instead of running — other mornings, we had quickie sex and then ran. I’m sure he went to the clubhouse and went back to sleep when I went to work.
Monday evening, he once again struck me with the belt over my clothes before we had sex, and then he took me, fucked me hard and fast and without mercy. It was glorious , but I wasn’t sure where it was headed.
The next morning over breakfast, I told him, “The belt. We need to talk about it.”
“Yeah. I need to get you used to it, but it isn’t always going to be over your clothes, and it’ll eventually be more than one strike.”
“I understand it’s your wolf’s way of taking back control, part of reclaiming me after Dawg and I are, umm, intimate? But, will there be other times you’ll want to do it?”
“Yeah, Princess.” His eyes were serious, and a little dark. “It isn’t punishment for being with him, more of an assertion you’re mine — a way to remind us both how much you belong to me. I’ll also use it for consequences, though, if you do something I’ve told you not to, or something you should know will make me angry or worried. We’ll talk about it ahead of time, and you’ll agree to it before I do it, though — I won’t just throw you down and beat you.”
“And if I don’t agree to it?”
“Then it becomes a relationship issue, and we’ll need to do a lot more talking. Maybe there’s something I don’t understand, and you don’t deserve consequences. Or, maybe you don’t understand why your actions are such a big deal. You already know if you break certain club rules, the consequences are very public and usually out of my hands.”
It was no secret I’d seen the club sluts spanked with a variety of things in the clubhouse over the years, and I understood they were being punished for not following the rules. I didn’t expect to ever do anything stupid as far as the MC went, so I wasn’t worried about a public belting.
However, I did want to talk about the possibilities of playing with the belt for fun, so I nodded, met his gaze, and asked, “And if I just want to play around? Get spanked when it isn’t a consequence?”
His smile was almost feral as he said, “When you’re ready to move to that, I’ll be more than happy to make your ass red with my hand, Princess. Want to see if I can get you off with just a spankin’ and a butt plug, and nothing else.”
Blood shot to my clit and my heart skipped a beat. My pheromones kicked into overdrive as well, and I smelled Bash’s arousal in response to mine. He groaned as he said, “No time to throw you down and fuck you before you go to work and we have, what, ten hours before I can fuck you through the wall?”
“You can’t say stuff like that right before it’s time for me to leave for work, Bash. Fuck !”
* * * *
When I got off work, Bash insisted we eat before falling into bed, asserting I’d need my energy. As promised, when we were finished eating, he came damned close to fucking me through the wall, and I’m pretty sure all of our neighbors now knew his name.
He left to handle whatever club business needed his attention, and I read engineering articles related to my current project.
When Bash crawled into my bed well after midnight, I was apparently in the middle of a fun sex dream,
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