you to service. You have to list the rules, and say that it’s good the club reinforces them with consequences, so everyone knows they have to be followed. You have to talk about the consequences — being spanked, or having to run a train, or being tied up for a while, and how cool you think shibari is. At the end, there’s a discussion about the safeword, and how you know you can say it and walk out, no matter what.
“I’d been there for parties, and then several nights in a row as a trial-run. A few people had fingered my ass, and someone put a small plug in me for a little while, but no one tried to fuck me there. Squatch gave me a hand-spanking when I gagged on his cock and nearly puked, but the spanking hadn’t been too bad. Honestly? I thought it was more about ya’ll having something to hold over me so I wouldn’t tell any secrets, than it was about, you know, actually agreeing to all of that shit.”
“But you didn’t safeword during your initiation?”
“No. It was both heaven and hell, at the same time. If I’d have safeworded and left, I’d have regretted it for the rest of my life. As it is, I have no real regrets. I mean, I should’ve talked to Mad Dog and stopped coming maybe two weeks before I walked out, so I regret that part, but I’m glad I had the overall experience. I needed to be a complete sexual being for a while to break out of being someone’s wife. I can’t explain it any better than that.”
“And since?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Okay. You don’t have to. I think I’m an open book, but in case I’m not, after months in jail, I needed to sink into a warm female. You were my favorite, but I didn’t pay attention to why you were my favorite. I’m sorry about that.” He took a drink, considering. “I haven’t been as sexually active since you left. I mean, I’ve had sex several days a week, but not every day. I’ve been covered up with work. Mad Dog sent a sweetbutt to me a few times when he heard I was getting irritable, and that was nice, but sex hasn’t been the only thing on my mind for the past couple of months.”
I’d smelled a few women on him at the jobsite, but he must’ve changed before our dinner the other night, and before he’d picked me up for our ride, because I didn’t smell a whole bunch of people on him.
“Until I married a wolf, I thought monogamy was silly. It didn’t make sense. However, for the wolves, it becomes a way to show your partner you hold them above everyone. I haven’t considered the possibility of another long-term relationship, so I’m not sure how I’ll feel about it eventually, but I was happy being Gil’s, and only Gil’s, while it lasted. Knowing I was the only person he’d be intimate with made our relationship... I don’t know. More.”
He tilted his head and I could sense the owl and the man looking out. “Owls are monogamous. During breeding season it’s either one male and one female, or one male and two females, depending on how much food is available. But, even when they go the poly route, they don’t screw around with anyone else. Most owl species don’t mate for life, but snowy owls often do.” He sighed. “I’m almost embarrassed to admit I’ve never been monogamous with anyone.”
“No need to be embarrassed. It’s who you are.”
Chapter Eight
Frost
So, did I fuck her ass or not? She didn’t offer, but she didn’t tell me not to, and she refused to tell me about her experiences in recent months. Was her love of anal part of the phase she’d been going through? Was she over it, now?
We finished eating and I figured I’d have to come clean about hoping we had sex. Or, at least that I’d prepared for it.
“I brought condoms. The odds of a mammal and bird procreating are slim, but—”
“I detest condoms,” she said. “Just make sure you pull out. The odds are slim if you come in me, and they’re infinitesimal if you come on me. I asked that they be used in my pussy when I was a sweetbutt, but I was fucking lots of mammals, too, so it was easier to require it of everyone. Besides, my worst