of the table. “I do okay with Crush, Bobcat, Dementor, Gears, and Skippy. It isn’t like I’m coming into this without knowing any of them.”
“We’re different at work,” Dementor told me. “It’s true you have a leg up on girlfriends who come completely from the outside, but you’ll need to hang out with us to truly get to know us.”
“Okay. I don’t want to take a weekend night off every week, but I can do it occasionally.”
Chapter Twelve
Kitty
The rest of the week was without incident, thankfully. Work was work, and home was full of fun sexy adventures.
When I opened the armoire for the second time, all the canes were gone. Squatch never asked me why, and it made me want to please him even more.
I picked a different implement every morning, and I learned a new phrase — impact play. I learned how different floggers feel, and I asked him if he could run through all the paddles one evening, instead of making me stretch it out and learn over time.
I was actually looking forward to the paddles, but he told me I’d have to learn them one a day, the same as the other implements.
When we’d awakened in the hotel, he’d spanked me with his hand. Not too hard, probably to keep me from screaming, but hard enough I’d wanted him deep inside me by the time he got around to fucking me. Also, he set the alarm for eleven instead of twelve, to give us an hour for sex before we met everyone for lunch at 12:30.
Some mornings on that first week, he whaled on me with the flogger I chose. Other mornings, he gave me a few hard strikes so I’d know what to expect, but mostly used it to tease me. It was completely at his whim, and this by itself was a turn-on, before he even started. Laying over his lap, or leaned across the bed, with no idea what I was in for. Should my body prepare for pain or pleasure? The anticipation, the not knowing, set my blood to boiling and my clit throbbing every morning. Coffee was no longer necessary to wake me up, even if I’d only had a few hours of sleep.
He fucked a sweetbutt a couple of times, and got a blowjob several times. Most nights, he was in the clubhouse without me while I worked, and I was happy he could get his needs met when I wasn’t around. The first time, he seemed nervous when I came home from work, like he wasn’t sure how I’d react. I’d just shrugged and told him, “Spread the attention around to them. Don’t go to the same one too often, and we’re good. Mostly, just never try to hide it from me.”
And then I’d gone to shower, to get as much of the smell of other men off me as possible. He’d showered, of course, but I still smelled her on him. Not a big deal. Plus, I had no idea how long his wolf would be okay with me smelling of other men, and I had to think that encouraging him to keep going to the sweetbutts would help.
I had no idea what to expect Sunday at the clubhouse. On this day, I didn’t have to wake Squatch with a blowjob. He set his alarm for ten minutes before he had to be at church, and he let me sleep in.
When he returned from church, I was awake, showered, and ready for the day, thinking we’d walk back to the clubhouse together, but he had other ideas.
“Strip. Today, I’ll choose something from the armoire. I can afford to mark you a little, since you don’t work again until Tuesday.” He walked past me to the bedroom, and I took my shirt off as I followed him through the apartment.
When I was naked, he lifted me in his arms, held me to his chest a few seconds, and then settled me on the bed. In those moments he held me, I felt treasured. Loved. Valued.
A set of leather cuffs connected my right ankle and wrist, up near my right ear. My left ankle and wrist got the same treatment, and I felt no less valued. It was as if he handled me with reverence.
He’d situated me with my ass at the edge of the bed, so it was easy for him to connect both right-side leather handcuffs to the footboard, and the left-side cuffs to the headboard. He went to