CHALLENGE PART 9 _________________________________________________________________________________________ After dropping off the prints I drove us to Nathaniel’s apartment. I followed him up the stairs and waited patiently as he unlocked the door. Once inside he set down the box and turned on the lights. It was a simple yet dramatic studio apartment similar to my own. The furniture was black leather and the sheets on the bed were black satin. The light over the bed was red. I wandered around the small apartment while Nathaniel messed with the stereo. There were nicely done paintings of women in bondage hanging on the walls. “Those are Olivia prints,” he said watching me look at the pictures. “Interesting,” I said. He smiled and went back to digging through his CDs. There was a collection of floggers and restraints hanging on a holder of some sort by the bed. I ran my hand over one and it felt buttery soft. “That one’s my favorite,” he whispered in my ear. Music started emerging from around his bed. I lifted up the cloth that covered the nightstand - it was a speaker. Inventive. He reached around me and pulled the flogger I had been touching off its hook dragging it across my arms and then placing it my hands and wrapping my fingers around the handle. “This song sounds familiar what is it?” I asked trying to stall for time while I decided if I was ready for this. “It’s a different mix of the song I danced to for you.” “You danced for me?” I asked. “Yeah. Once I saw you, the dance was all for you.” “So what mix is this?” He wrapped his arms around me pressing himself against my back and placing his mouth so close to my ear that I could feel the heat from his body. “The dominatrix mix.” Well if that wasn’t an open invitation. “What’s in the box?” I asked breathlessly still trying to buy time. His removed himself from my body and went and got the box bringing it back and setting it on the bed. He stepped back and gestured for me to open it. I did and inside was a dozen red roses…….bound together by a pair of handcuffs. I smiled and glanced at Nathaniel. “Is this a hint?” I asked. “No, more like a billboard.” He reached into the box and turned the key that was sticking out of the handcuffs unlocking them and pulled them from around the roses. “The roses are for you to take home with you. These,” he said holding up the handcuffs, “are for me.” “You always buy yourself presents,” I said. “No, I got them for you to use on me. Kind of a reminder to be careful.” In my many talks with the boys I had discovered all the ways one could get infected with lycanthropy. A partner loosing control during sex was one of the ways. I debated with myself for a moment. I knew what I was getting myself into, I could stop this at any time, and if nothing else I trusted him. I had laid the flogger on the bed when I opened the box so that my hands were free. I moved the roses to the floor and pointed to the bed. It was now or wait a few days and I wasn’t sure I was up for waiting. “Sit,” I commanded. He gave me a big smile and obeyed. I snatched the handcuffs out of his hands and then grabbed a wrist as roughly as I could and snapped a cuff onto it and then repeated the performance with his other wrist. “You can make them tighter,” he suggested. “Shut up,” I said. He got that smile on his face that said he was thinking wicked thoughts. I grabbed his chin forcing his head back. “Don’t look at me like that. And wipe that smile of your face.” He did as instructed. “Now if you’re a good boy I’ll punish you,” I said with my lips a mere breath from his. “But if you start misbehaving then it ends. Do you understand?” “Yes mistress,” he whispered. “That’s good.” I walked around to the side of the bed and crawled to the center of it leaning against the headboard. “Now take your clothes off.” I instructed. He got off the bed and stood at the end of it. He managed to get his shirt off and down to his wrists where its complete removal was hindered by his cuffed hands. I got off the bed and retrieved the key, unlocking one cuff so that he could remove his shirt. Once that was done I recuffed him and resumed my spot on the bed. “Continue.” He managed to get out of his socks and shoes easily – made me wonder how many times he had done this. He unbuttoned his pants and went to pull them down. “Stop.” He did. I again got off the bed and went to stand in front of him. I stroked my hand lightly down his face, cupping his jaw and tilting his head up so that I could look in his eyes. His eyes were cast downward not looking at me. He was good. I squeezed his jaw. “Look at me.” He obeyed. I spoke gently, “You let me know if I need to stop. I know this is like playing with fire but I can’t seem to make myself leave.” He nodded and I kissed him gently at first and then slowly increased the pressure. I raked my nails down his chest as hard as I could without breaking the skin. A shudder ran through his entire body. I took a step back, looking at him standing there with his eyes closed, red marks trailing down his chest. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I brought my hand back and slapped him hard across the face. “I didn’t say you could look at me, did I?” “No Mistress.” “Now are you going to do that again?” “Only if it will make you slap me again.” My eyes gazed down the front of his body stopping about half way down. He had really enjoyed that. I place both my hands flat on his chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed. “Get up there,” I said pointing in the direction of the headboard. He complied scooting up the bed. When he got to the top he lifted his arms over his head and moved the curtains aside that covered the headboard exposing a hook. He placed a loop of the chain between the cuffs on the hook so that his hands were safely restrained and he was now mine completely to do with as I pleased. I kicked off my shoes and crawled up on the bed slowly dragging out each movement. The neckline of my tank top fell away from my body and I knew he could see my breasts, as I had not been wearing anything underneath. I ran my hands up his leather-clad legs stopping when I reached the waistband. I put my hands on his hips and lowered my mouth to his stomach, kissing and nipping at him until I had him squirming beneath me. “Be still” I growled. He looked startled for a moment but the look was soon replaced with yet another one of his wonderful smiles. I dragged my nails down his sides and he groaned. He squirmed again. I leaned up and slapped him. “I said be still.” “I will. I promise, just please do that again.” He was practically begging. I liked it so I obliged and hit him again, harder this time. I sucked in my breath when I saw the blood trickle from the corner of his mouth. I had a moment to think “Oh sh*t, Anita’s gonna kill me” when he turned his head back to look at me. He licked the blood form the corner of his mouth and smiled again. “Thank you,” he said and I instantly relaxed. I leaned over and kissed him roughly, our tongues entwining. I pulled away and removed my shirt suddenly realizing that no matter how much we had been all over each other he had never seen me naked, and I hadn’t seen him completely nude either. Curiosity got the best of me. I backed down his legs pulling his pants with me. I stood at the end of the bed staring down at Nathaniel. “Do you like the view?” He asked biting his lower lip. “Oh yes,” I said smiling, “very much.” I walked into the living room area and removed the rest of my clothing. I took my camera from my purse and walked back to the bed. When he saw the camera his face lit up. “Camera whore,” I thought to myself and laughed out loud. I lifted the camera and took a picture then set the camera on the chair next to me. “That one’s for me.” I crawled back onto the bed careful not to touch him. When I was eye to eye with him I lowered my body to his. He sucked in his breath as our skin touched. I felt that electric shock again and a stirring began deep with in me like my stomach constricting into knots. I ran my hands up his arms and lowered my mouth to his kissing him gently. I then proceeded down his neck. I scratched my nails down his arms and bit gently into his neck. “Harder,” he whispered. “Not yet,” I whispered back, easing myself lower on his body until I could feel him beneath me. With a leg on either side him I joined our bodies watching his face, his eyes closed his head thrown back. I mirrored him as I took all of him inside of me. A groan of pleasure escaped my mouth. I moved on him feeling something building inside of me. I couldn’t determine whether it was pleasure or pain, but I didn’t care. I slapped him and then immediately kissed him where my hand had landed. I grabbed his jaw and jerked his head to the side. I had a sudden urge for his skin in my mouth. I bit down hard on the side of his neck and felt something again stir within me. I felt like I was seeing through another’s eyes, everything was sharp and in extreme focus. I felt pain on my arm. I looked down at my stitches and saw a bit of blood seeping from the wound that I had thought was closed. He was moving beneath me, but I felt detached, like I was someone else. I saw my hands rake down his chest, blood welling up in a trail behind my fingers. His eyes flew open and look at me. “Holy sh*t.” he yelped. He had a look of joy and fear on his face that made me wonder what he saw. But I didn’t have time to think as pain ripped through my body. I flung myself off of him and onto the floor. I saw him break the chain of the handcuffs and grab the phone as he doubled over. Another wave of pain flowed over my back this time causing me to scream. It felt like my body was turning inside out. I saw Nathaniel with the phone to his ear. “Zane!” I heard him yell as fur started flowing from his body and he fell to the floor on the opposite side of the bed. The pain was excruciating and tears flowed down my cheeks. I was terrified. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the pain overtake me. _________________________________________________________________________________________ PART 10 INDEX |