Chapter 8

Scott - Chapter 8

Chloe wasn't afraid of what was going to happen to her, but she was a little nervous. Some of the equipment that they'd put together had some very strange uses. All of which Scott, or Master now, was going to show her. Not tonight, but he was going to show her some. Chloe looked down at the outfit that she'd been told to put on.

"Are you okay with this?" Smiling at him, she said that she was. "Now, as soon as you're ready, we can begin. I don't want you to feel rushed or anything, so when it's too much, just say ginger. I want this to be as much fun for you as it is for me. But like I said, if it's not your thing or you don't like it, we'll stop."

"I'm not afraid." He nodded, still looking unsure. "Do you give your clients this much help when you help them out?"

"Yes. Sometimes. It's sort of a test, to see how much they really want to be a part of this lifestyle. There are people who read about it and think that it's for them, when in reality, it's not. It's either too violent for them, which it can be on some levels, or they are in the wrong position." She asked him what he meant. "There have been times when a couple will come to me for help, and all their problem turns out to be is that they needed to switch roles. The woman be the Dom and the other half be the sub."

She wasn't sure she wanted to be in charge of anything that might go on in here. Looking around, she saw herself in the mirror behind her. Walking to it, careful of her shoes, she looked at Scott when he came up behind her. When he looked at her like he was now, she felt sexy, desirable. Loved.

"This suits you. I wasn't sure, but it really does." Her body was wrapped in leather. Dark strips of the softest material outlined her breasts and hips. Her pussy was uncovered too, in a way that made her feel both exposed and sexy. There was a blindfold on her head, just waiting for him to tell her it was time to start. The shoes she had on were leather strips as well. The soles of them were high heeled, yet still soft around her feet. She didn't wear heels much and was afraid of falling over. Whatever he was going to do to her, Chloe was excited for it.

"I thought there would be a collar for some reason." He told her that she'd not earned it as yet. "I'll work hard in getting that then."

"I know you will. Are you ready?" She stepped back from him now and looked at what he wore. "What do you think?"

He had on a pair of tight leather pants that matched her own outfit. A Velcro front held them around him, and would uncover his cock when he was ready, he'd told her. No shirt, and he had a small riding crop in his hand. She felt her pussy soak when she thought of the things he might do to her with that.

When he told her to get on her knees, she panicked just a little when the blindfold was put over her eyes. But as soon as he touched her face below it, she calmed a great deal. This was a trial run; she knew this, but she wanted to make sure that he didn't regret bringing her into his lifestyle.

"Suck my cock." Putting out her hands to find him, she felt the sting of the whip. "I didn't say you could touch me with your hands. I ordered you to suck my cock."

He snapped it against her skin again, and instead of being pissed about it, she felt her body warm to the pain. When his cock touched her lips, she opened her mouth to take him.

It took her several seconds to get used to sucking him like this. Not being able to touch him or herself, she moved her head over him. When he moaned once, she knew that at least on some level she was doing it right. And when she swallowed around him, bringing him past the tight muscles in her throat, she nearly came when he touched the whip to her backside again.

"I'm not going to come this way." He didn't sound so sure about that, she thought, and swallowed again. "Christ, you're killing me."

Again and again she pleasured him. It was too much and not enough at the same time. The need, the desire to give herself relief was nearly too overwhelming, and she had to dig her nails into her palms not to touch either of them. Shifting slightly on her knees gave her some relief, but it also caused her to want more. Then he was gone.

She wanted to take off the blindfold, to see how she had affected him. But she didn't move, not even to shift off her knees that were starting to hurt a little. When Scott told her to stand up, she wasn't sure how steady she was going to be and nearly reached out for something to hold on to. But as soon as she stood on her own, Chloe felt like she'd accomplished a milestone.

Something soft touched her ass. Not moving, she tried to figure out what it was. And when something lashed painfully over her nipples, she cried out only to be slapped again and again for making a noise.

"Do you want me to stop?" Shaking her head, she told him no. "Say it, slave, say your safe word and we'll stop now."

"I'm not going to stop, Master." Her body burned now from the way the pain in her nipples seemed to touch every part of her. It was a wonderful kind of pain, something that she wanted a good deal more of.

"Don't move." She didn't acknowledge his command but stood still. Then when his mouth suckled on her bruised and sore nipple, she wanted to beg him to fuck her, to take her now. Then the incredible pain of something being pinched on her made her cry out. "It's a nipple clamp. I'm only going to give you one of them today. And not for very long. Once you can tolerate them, or decide you don't like them, we can work from there."

She wasn't sure already. It was painfully tight, and her breast felt like it was being ripped from her body. But then she felt a breath of air float over her, his warm scent seeming to engulf her in love and a hazy kind of drug.

Chloe was moved then, to some kind of metal bar that had her arms pulled above her head. Still not sure she enjoyed the thing at her breast, she tried her best not to cry out when his fingers brushed over it. Then the pain was gone, and in its place was the most wonderful feeling of relief. Scott blew over her again and this time she came.

"I should beat you for that." She didn't care if he beat her until she couldn't walk. Her body was still humming from coming like she had. "If I tell you that you'll never come that hard again, will you believe me?"

"Yes." He laughed and told her that she would, double what she'd just experienced. "I don't think I'll survive that."

"I don't think either of us will." When her arms were pulled up a little higher, she moved her legs where he pulled them. The straps at her ankles didn't feel heavy, but they were tight. When he told her not to move again, she knew her heartrate had doubled.

His fingers brushed over her in different places. Her breasts, her hip. Then her toes. When he touched his mouth to the back of her knee, she wanted to moan, needed to as a matter of fact. But before she could beg for more, more of it all, he was gone again and something harder, firmer touched her in the same places.

"When I have you here, I'll expect no less from you than before. You'll do as I tell you when I tell you without question." She wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer, so didn't. "And when I want to fuck you, you'll take it. Even if you don't get the pleasure of my cum."

So long as she could come, she'd be all right, Chloe told herself. Her arms were massaged, her breasts suckled. Each time he touched her, she could feel his cock touching her, brushing slightly over her heated flesh. His mouth touched her hip this time, his tongue played with her navel. By the time he touched her from behind, his cock at her ass, she could have easily begged him to beat her so that she could come again.

"I'm going to eat you like this. Spread out before me like a feast. And you're not to come." She nearly told him that wasn't fair, that she needed it badly, when he spoke again. "If you manage not to come until I tell you, I will reward you greatly, slave."

Game on, she thought to herself. She'd not come now even if she had to bite through her lips to keep from doing it. There were noises now, small little sounds that should have been easy for her to focus on, but she couldn't. It sounded like a door had opened and closed. For a few moments she thought he'd left her there, then his hands were on her ass, his mouth kissing the area just above her pussy.

The click of a switch startled her. Scott spread her nether lips; she felt the coolness of the air on her and tried to shy away from it. Then something touched her, vibrated against her so gently that she rocked into it.

"You aren't to come." Nodding, she felt his mouth at her pussy, his fingers digging into her flesh. And when he suckled her into his mouth and bit down, Chloe bit down on her tongue. Christ, he was trying to kill her.

Over and over he tortured her this way. The vibrator would touch her, bringing her the most incredible pleasure, then was taken away. His mouth would bite her pussy, her hips, or her thigh, and Chloe would feel like she was being set afire, her entire body hot from need.

Every time she was close, ready to say fuck it all and just come, he would tell her that she only had to release. That she could end this by saying her safe word. It made her all the more determined to win this war. And that was what it had become, a war.

Finally, he stopped. Nothing moved, no more touches to her skin. The vibrator was gone too. As she stood there, her body drenched in sweat, she waited for his next move, not sure what it would be, but she was going to win. The blindfold was jerked from her face and she looked up at Scott.

"His turn."

~*~

Scott let his wolf take him. It was that or he was going to beg her to let him fuck her. She was killing him, her ability to be his slave well beyond anything he could have imagined. Or had hoped for. Chloe was his sub, his mate for all time, and he was going to enjoy training her to be his partner as well.

His wolf lunged at her. Lapping at her pussy, he could tell that he wanted more, he needed to take her to new heights. His teeth sank into her thigh, her calf, and pussy. He ate her like a fine steak, a last meal and the best dessert of all time. Scott let him have her, all of her he wanted, and so did Chloe. And when he backed off, giving him back his body, Scott stood up and took her mouth as he slammed his cock deep into her pussy.

"Come." She screamed out his name as he fucked her hard. Every time she came, tightening her sheath around his cock, he felt his need compound, his cock ache just a little more. And when she came a third time, he gave her his throat, told her to bite him to draw blood. As soon as she did, bit him harder than he'd thought she would, Scott came. He filled her with his seed so many times that he lost count.

When he could no longer move, barely able to stand on his own two feet, he held onto her. Scott knew that she was hurting, the bars weren't made for that much activity, but he couldn't stand yet and wasn't sure he'd be able to help her down. Lifting his head, he looked down at her and saw tears on her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." She shook her head and his own heart crumbled. He knew that she'd not enjoyed herself like he thought she had. Scott reached up to unlatch her hands from the bar. "We can leave here and not return."

"If you do that I'm going to find my gun and shoot you." He looked at her again. "I have never in all my life come that many times and that hard. Christ, Scott, I thought for sure that when I came that first time I was done, but you gave me so much more. Sex has always meant nothing to me. Now, with you, it's my world."

"I thought you hated it." When her arm was free, he helped her massage the feelings back into it. "You were crying. I thought you didn't enjoy yourself."

"Are you kidding? I was crying because it was so wonderful. And I discovered that I love you." He paused in working the other hand loose from the bar. Scott asked her what she'd said. "I said that I love you. With all my heart."

"Oh, Chloe, I love you as well. With all that I am." He got her free from the arm bars and held her to him. "Chloe, you really did enjoy this? I mean, it's all right if you didn't."

"This was the most mind blowing sex I've never had, and please don't take it from me." He laughed; he just couldn't help it, he was so happy. "I don't know if I could do this every night, but I would love to come in here often."

"No, not every night." He kissed her then, gave her all that he could in it. When he lifted his head again, Scott held her to his body and realized that he hadn't felt this good in all his life. And all because of Chloe.

They took a shower together. He couldn't seem to stop touching her and she him. As he washed her hair, he marveled at the way the soap bubbles moved over her flesh, the way that the water chasing them was sexy.

They ended up making love again, this time gently without whips or clips. And when he turned the water off, he reached for a warm towel and laughed when she yawned as many times as he did.

Drying her body, working out the soreness that he knew would be there in the morning, he talked to her. Not of anything important or of the things that were going on around them, but of his childhood. Growing up with five brothers and having his parents and grandparents around all the time.

"One Christmas my grandparents showed up without telling anyone they were coming home. I think that was the year that we managed to both break my mom's heart and give her the best Christmas ever." She asked him what they'd done. "We were thinking we were too old for Christmas. I know that sounds really lame, but Tanner had just gotten his driver's license and we were all out in the working world for the most part and we didn't want a tree. Trent had come up with the idea that we should all get money instead of getting gifts from our parents."

"Oh Scott, you didn't. My dad and I exchanged gifts right up until he died. It was the best time finding things for him and wrapping them up." He told her he'd almost figured that out too late. "So how did you idiots turn it around?"

"Grandma. She came into the house that was devoid of even a tree and huffed at us. Then she sat us down in the living room and told us how disappointed she was in us all." Scott remembered the pain of disappointing any of them, but especially his mom and grandma. "She went on to tell us how our mom had spent the entire year, from the day after Christmas to the day before, picking out the perfect gifts for us. Finding a wrapping paper that held special meaning to her. How, even though she didn't cook a lick, she had found things for us to enjoy that would bring happiness to her home. And we had in one swift move taken it all from her."

"Then what did she do? I hope she beat all your asses. I would have if I had been her." Scott told her that what Grandma had done was far worse. "Good for her."

"She told us that someday that there would be no grandmas or grandpas around. That our parents would pass on as well. Then she asked us, what sort of memories will you take to your heart? Ones that had us getting a stark envelope with cash in it, or a memory of sitting around the tree as a family, opening not just beautiful gifts, but fun ones as well." He had hurt then when she'd pointed out that they'd not be around forever, and did now as well. "Then she told us to get our asses in gear and get to Christmas. None of us grumbled how it was two days before the big event, but got into our cars and drove to the mall in a snowstorm. I think we had the best time that year, all of us working together to get presents for everyone. And when we got home, the house was bright with lights and the tree was up. It was as if it was only waiting for us to get our heads out of our asses before it shone."

"What a wonderful story. I knew that I liked your grandma. I think I might even love her a little more because she took you all to task. But she does sort of scare me a bit." Scott laughed and asked her why. "Because I'm not sure if you've noticed this or not, but she rules this place. Your mom does most of the time, but the moment your grandma shows up, the house changes. Like it was well run before, but almost military like after she shows up."

"I'm not going to tell her what you said. If she thinks she's in charge, then it might go to her head." He sobered up a little when he thought what had happened to them after that. "The next year my grandda on my mom's side passed away. He just went to bed and didn't get up. Three months later, Grandma went with him. She said she wasn't meant to be without him, and simply let herself die too."

"And now we're all immortals." He nodded as they were turning off lights to head up to their bed. "Joe told me that you all received magic when she became Trent's mate. Is this something I should know about? I mean, I got some of it, I guess. But I don't know what."

"You can change with a thought. I mean, your clothing." He showed her how to do it, and smiled when she put on a very sexy nighty. "Yes, I love the way your mind works. Also, before we get too far into discovering how many things you can change into, you can read peoples' minds. I already could, but it's something that you have to practice at."

"What happens if I don't practice?" He explained that it was not what happens so much as what she could do to hurt someone. "That's what it means to be mind raped then."

"Pretty much." She changed into a pair of soft terry pants and a tee shirt, and he knew there was something she was going to tell him. Scott wasn't ready for it. No matter what it might be. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes. But I have to tell you something first." He wasn't sure she heard him correctly, so he repeated his question. "I said yes. I would love to marry you. But I really have to tell you this. It's about Anastasia."

"Is it bad news?" She told him no. "Then can it wait until later? I'm exhausted and I'm sure you are as well. Just tell me in the morning, if it can wait."

"I suppose it can." They climbed into the big bed and he pulled her body to his. He could get used to this, having her close all the time. "Scott, I love you."

"And I love you." He held her, his mind going a mile a minute on how he was going to make her the happiest woman in the world. He was going to start by taking her on the trip she'd been planning, then he was going to change her. If she wanted. To have her as his mate and wolf…Scott knew they'd be running the woods for days at a time.

He felt the touch seconds before Noah spoke. The vampire and he had exchanged blood a few weeks ago. Scott wasn't sure why Noah had thought that they should, but he'd said it would all be revealed. Scott just liked having the man around. He was a good friend.

I was just speaking to Joe. I am to understand that you have purchased the building from your grandfather so that you might go into the building with the inspector. Scott told him that was right. I was wondering if you were aware that you normally must give at least twenty-four hour notice to enter the premises. But as the new owner, you don't have to do that. You need only to say that you're inspecting it for insurance purposes.

You're sure about that? Noah said that he was reasonably sure, but he could ask someone. No, I think you might be right. We were worried that if we gave them enough notice that they'd skip town.

I would imagine that they would. They aren't the best of people. Also, I wanted to let you know that the young wife is dead. Her body will be discovered in a few hours by an unknown tipster. Scott thanked him. Sadly, it wasn't me. Your new friend the fae has connections that I can never hope to get. She simply asked the earth for help and she got it. I'd look into what sort of fae she is if I were you.

There are different kinds? Noah told him there were as many fae as there were snowflakes. Each of them different in some way. That is a scary amount of magic.

It is. She is…I have heard that she is quite the beauty. However, I think to avoid her myself. I should very much like a little taste of her, but I think she'd cause me a great deal of harm. Scott told Noah that he might find that she was really nice. Yes, but I am a vampire and she is…well, she is fae. We are mortal enemies, her kind and I. I'm very old, very powerful, but I think she will top me should it come to that. Nah, my friend, I will try hard to avoid her.

After talking about plans to meet up soon, the connection was closed. Scott felt better now; he was going to be able to get things going sooner than they thought. Closing his eyes, he thought of all the work that needed to be done on the house, and decided that he'd work hard to get it completed. Christmas was coming soon, and he wanted to have his house ready for the holidays.