Edgy
The wolf’s face hovered over hers, and Tessa stared into its hard yellow eyes. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound as it mirrored her moves, purposely blocking her view. Then, she lost the struggle, her laughter escaping when its nose bopped hers and pulled away to reveal the real wolf.
“Are you ready for today, little fox?” Felix asked, smiling sinfully.
He set the stuffed animal aside and knelt at Tessa’s feet to unlock her ankle cuff. The suite was glowing with morning sunlight, which revealed the various shades of his brown hair and the arousing fact that he was only in a pair of boxer briefs. However, the fact that his blue contact lens was already in place kept her lust from rising above her disappointment.
“Yes, Master,” she answered.
“Mm,” he remarked, unconvinced. “Perhaps, a bit more after breakfast.”
Once her ankle was free, Felix tugged the blanket away and drank in her naked form as if he’d never seen it before. Tessa couldn’t remain unaffected under his blatant perusal. Her nipples pearled, yearning for more than just the weight of his gaze.
“Crawl to the bathroom, use the toilet, and get ready for a shower,” he ordered, his voice husky with mounting desire.
Tessa got to her hands and knees and started crawling past him. Felix hummed with pleasure, his hand trailing down her spine to caress her ass cheek.
“You look good in pink, my pet,” he observed. “But I bet you’ll look stunning in red.”
She gasped quietly, and her body warmed with the memory of their first paddling session. The way Felix had taken her afterward as if he couldn’t stop himself, was one of the hottest experiences of her submissive life.
Tessa couldn’t deny that it turned her on when he was a little out of control. And no matter how dangerous she knew that line of thinking was, she fantasized about what it would be like to have him completely wild, all restraints shattered, and nothing held back.
In the bathroom, it was a bit more difficult to crawl with confidence over the stone tiles, but Tessa didn’t dare stand up until she reached the toilet. After relieving herself, she washed up at the sink, then studied the leather collar wrapped, nice and snug, around her neck.
It would only be there for another five days. Tessa tried not to dwell on how much she would miss it, especially since it was her choice. But getting her life started the way she wanted was more important, even if the future loss made her a little sad.
Felix filled the bathroom doorway, drawing her attention from the mirror. Her gaze landed on his full hands, yet the metal collar was all she could see clearly. Tessa’s heart skipped with excited anticipation when he went directly to the shower.
What did her Master have planned for their morning? Her curiosity increased as she watched him grab a fresh, folded towel from the shelf and return it to the shower stall before joining her at the sink.
Felix stopped behind her, unlocking the leather collar to remove and set aside on the counter. Tessa didn’t care for the difference when he slid the metal one around her neck in its place. The sterling silver was too thin and cold against her skin, not to mention incapable of embracing her throat the right way.
Yet the air still sizzled between them when Felix closed the lock with an audible click. Their eyes met and held in the mirror’s reflection, and Tessa wondered which of them was more affected. She suspected it might be equal, yet for different reasons.
“Have you brushed your teeth?” he asked.
“I was just getting ready to.”
He collected her toothbrush and prepared it with the paste before handing it to her.
“Thank you, Mas—ahhh.”
Tessa’s words swiftly warped into a sound of surprised pleasure when he pinched her nipple between his fingers. The look in his eyes was darker than usual. Still hungry but edgier: a man who’d been denied his pleasure for too long. Yet, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Brush your teeth,” he commanded.
She didn’t dare respond, sticking the toothbrush into her mouth and getting to work. Felix ducked his head behind hers, but not before she caught the wicked curve of his lips. Her body went on alert as he slid his hand down her back and brushed his lips over her nape, just below the lock of her collar.
“Keep brushing,” he prompted.
Damn it. Tessa hadn’t realized she’d stopped. The second she started again, Felix snaked one hand around to cup her breast while the other slid between her legs from behind. A startled sound caught in her throat, turning into a quiet moan as he plucked her nipple and prodded at her pussy.
“Brush,” he reminded her again.
His tone was far too smug to sound threatening, but Tessa knew better than to press her luck. Concentrating on the simple task was difficult when he was pleasuring her body. Each tug on her nipple sent shivers of desire through her muscles. And the way he slicked his fingers through her folds, smearing her juices, had her longing to melt into the sensations—not worry about her damn teeth.
“Mmm,” she moaned around a mouthful of foam.
Felix’s fingers sank into her, triggering a delicious ache to remind her of all the times he’d fucked her the day before. Would her body ever get used to his girth or the brutal new depths he kept striving to reach?
As soon as that question crossed her mind, Tessa wished it hadn’t because the depressing truth was that she wouldn’t. They didn’t have enough time left for her body to get used to anything.
Felix paused the sensual torment to her nipple, concentrating on moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. Each time he withdrew, he spread more of her cream before penetrating her deeper and more urgently. Unable to continue brushing, Tessa leaned over his arm and spat the foam into the sink with another moan of pleasure.
“Master,” she whimpered.
“Are your teeth clean?” he asked without ceasing.
She couldn’t answer, only suck in a breath he tried to rob her of by pinching her nipple hard and lifting her to her toes with the fingers he thrust into her.
“Mmm, little fox,” he purred, pleased by her reaction. He slid his fingers from her pussy and squeezed her ass before giving it a decent swat. “Rinse your mouth. It’s time for a shower.”
Felix left her to set the taps while she fumbled her small plastic cup with shaky fingers. If he noticed, he didn’t tease her about it. With a few quick swishes, she was more than ready to see what her Master had planned.
He’d sparked an ember inside her and fanned the flames. Now, Tessa needed to be consumed by the fire. It was so easy, the way he handled her. Effortless, how he could have her ready to go in no time at all.
Felix’s desire to play before breakfast was more intriguing than surprising. She only had one day to compare it to, but it seemed abnormal that he would go for pleasure first thing. Tessa knew he liked drawing out the anticipation just as much as she enjoyed suffering in it.
When she approached the shower, he pointed for her to enter first. The stall was made of stone, spacious, and designed specifically for their lifestyle. Tessa had already noticed the additional hardware the morning before. Heavy-duty hooks, handles, and rings bolted to the stone in places that wouldn’t be useful in any other situation outside of kink.
The lukewarm water was too cool to generate any steam, causing her to shiver when she stepped under it. Then, Felix slid in, right behind her, and remedied that problem. Wrapping his arms around her, his hard cock pressed into her lower back, heating Tessa from the inside out.
Arousal warmed her blood when he started spreading the water over her flesh and making her muscles dance with tiny pinches. He groped and squeezed, plying her body with perfect pressure in all the places designed to melt her bones.
“Master,” she pleaded.
The constant stimulation was almost too much but more damaging was the feel of his solid chest against her back and his strong arms holding her up.
It made her feel petite and feminine in all the best ways. His scruffy cheek pressed into her temple when she arched into him, further suffusing her senses with his scent, which she’d come to crave above all others.
God, what was he doing to her?
Tessa needed to get her head back into the kink game and stop dreaming of things she couldn’t have. As if aware of her internal struggle, Felix slicked his hand down her stomach and cupped her pussy, curling his fingers right into her slit.
Without waiting for her to adjust, he picked up where he’d left off at the sink, only from the opposite direction. His other hand wreaked havoc on her breasts while his hot mouth closed over the curve of her neck just below her ear.
A riot of goosebumps exploded over Tessa’s skin from the erotic sensations, desire reigniting the fuse and urging her body to move with need. Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the mounting pleasure. Whatever Felix’s reason was, she could totally get behind sating his early morning appetite, even if it wasn’t particularly kinky.
While fingering her, he began digging the heel of his palm into her clit, using haphazard circles to add more pleasure to the mix. Tessa panted, her pulse racing higher as erotic pressure expanded in her core. She tried to rise higher, grinding herself against his hand and moving wantonly against his body, desperate to ride the storm to its peak. But Felix’s arm flexed tighter to keep her still.
“So fucking responsive,” he groaned in her ear. “Do not come, little fox. I want to feel that with my cock.”
“Oh, Master,” she mewled, already dangerously close.
“No.”
His tone was firm, yet he didn’t let up on either end. Felix squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples more aggressively, challenging her. He dared her to obey—or not. Sometimes, it was hard to tell. It could be difficult to trust that her Master truly wanted her to be a good girl in the moments when ecstasy was at her fingertips, the ache of submission clawing at her chest. There was always a faint whisper in the back of her mind insisting that he wanted her to fail so he could punish her.
Not every Dom was easy to read. There were some from her past that Tessa felt had forced her to fail more than once. But with Felix, she suspected it was just her horniness talking.
Not only would that cross into a kind of manipulation she felt he despised, but Tessa couldn’t mistake how her obedience affected him. Nothing seemed to bring him more pleasure. Besides, he didn’t need her to disobey to teach her a lesson. They weren’t going through the preset guidelines of a single kink scene. Felix had the power and freedom to do anything he wanted to her at any given time.
Tessa reached the cusp of no return, and her Master slid his fingers out of her pussy. He pinched her clit so hard that the burning pain sent the edge of climax fleeing in a hurry. The abruptness left her breathless, teetering between submissive relief and sexual frustration.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Grab that condom and lube.”
She looked to the stone shelf in the corner and collected the items he must’ve deposited there before meeting her at the sink. Tessa handed them over, recognizing the small bottle of lubricant as one of her scavenger hunt finds. The tiny words scrolled under the brand name claimed it to be waterproof, and it appeared her Master wanted to put that to the test.
Oh, shit. What if Felix planned to test all of the items she’d found? Tessa gnawed her bottom lip as she mentally sorted through all her prizes. When she recalled the kettlebell nipple clamps, though, it was like a cold slap to the face of her arousal. Oh, God. Please no.
“What are you doing?”
Jerked from her thoughts, Tessa found that she’d subconsciously covered her breasts, protecting them from the imagined pain.
“Um.” She dropped her hands. “Nothing, I...”
Felix narrowed his eyes, and her cheeks heated with shame for letting her mind wander while he was preparing to fuck her. What could she say, though? He would know if she lied, yet the last thing Tessa wanted to do was remind him of those treacherous clamps.
“Are you allowed to touch yourself without permission, Tessa?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, Master.”
“Do I need to bind your wrists, my impatient pet?”
Tessa almost gave herself away by laughing, realizing that Felix thought she was simply horny from his edging. Was it wrong to let him believe that? She weighed the guilt against reminding him about the clamps for a full half-second before lowering her gaze.
“Only if you want to, Master.”
Fuck the guilt. Tessa wasn’t sorry.
“I think I have a better idea of how to keep your hands where they belong,” he said, holding the bottle of lube out to her.
Tessa glanced at his cock, noticing that he’d already covered it with the condom. Still, she struggled against grinning like an idiot. It felt like such a treat that he would allow her to touch his cock with her hands.
And she still wasn’t sorry.
Tessa popped the cap open and tilted the bottle toward her cupped palm.
“Not too much. I don’t think we’ll need it,” Felix pointed out.
His expression was smug, knowing how much he’d already prepared her pussy with his fingers. Tessa poured some lube into her hand, then set the bottle back on the shelf. She touched him tentatively at first, but that was to keep the liquid from spilling. Then, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and used both hands to spread the lube over every inch.
Felix rocked his hips forward just a fraction when she sandwiched his cock between her flat palms and slid them from tip to root with more pressure.
“Fuck,” he choked with a growl.
Tessa blinked at him with surprise. “Even through a condom, Master?”
“They’re not the most expensive ones on the market for no reason, pet,” he grunted.
She slicked her hands down both sides, ensuring the lube was evenly spread. Then, Tessa fisted him, stroking his shaft to the root again, squeezing and releasing while going nice and slow.
“Are you done?” he hissed, his voice strained.
“I guess,” she deflated. “I was—”
Felix didn’t let her finish, cupping her face and pulling her mouth to his. The hunger of his kiss was nearly as potent as what flashed in his eyes. The edginess he’d been displaying all morning increased, making no sense to her. The man was not sex-deprived.
An erotic jolt shot down her body when he gripped her throat and moved her right under the spray of water. Tessa clamped her eyes and mouth shut as he worked the water through her hair, thoroughly saturating it. Then, Felix grabbed the removable shower head and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Hold this,” he said, placing the sprayer in her hand.
Tessa’s eyes flew open with a startled yelp when he lifted her up and quickly sat down on the built-in bench, giving her the sensation of falling backward for a split second. The panic caused her to look over her shoulder, needing reassurance that they would land safely. She noted the towel he’d grabbed off the shelf earlier was protecting his bare ass from the cold stone.
Felix chuckled at her reaction, but it quickly morphed into a deep moan when he wasted no time lining his cock up against her pussy and pushing inside. Even with the lube, it wasn’t a perfect slide. His girth still stretched her slowly.
An aching heat joined the arousal that had already been there. Felix spread his legs wider to force Tessa’s further apart, and she slid down his length. It had both of them moaning, the pleasure so unbelievably pronounced in every movement.
“Fuck, Tessa,” Felix swore with a quiet breath.
His hands slicked over her wet skin, gripping with catching friction sure to leave red marks in their wake. The pleasure was nearly enough to set Tessa off as he continued adjusting them both until she was fully seated in his lap, her back against his chest. Felix relieved her of the shower head and turned the nozzle until the water came out in a more concentrated stream that sounded extremely loud in the stone stall.
Then, he cuffed the front of her throat again and assaulted her nipples with the hard, thrashing water. It felt like a mouth full of tiny teeth chewing sharply without reprieve until he moved the spray to her next nipple.
There was no way to stay quiet or still, which seemed to be her Master’s goal. Tessa regretted ever thinking his version of shower sex wouldn’t be kinky. It had given her a false sense of security, leaving her unprepared for his brutal plans.
Felix wasn’t satisfied with her squirming alone. He rocked his hips into her, using the hold on her throat to fuck her in short, shallow movements that kept him buried deep inside. It was maddening, her body craving the friction of fuller thrusts.
“Master,” Tessa cried out, even though it felt just as good as it hurt.
The lines between pleasure and pain blurred back and forth, depending on the angle the water hit her sensitive skin. But she should’ve known that he wouldn’t offer her any mercy. Felix’s only response was to drag the harsh spray down her body and right to her clit.
Every one of Tessa’s muscles spasmed and jerked, her outcries echoing loudly off the stone walls, sounding like a chorus of birds getting brutally murdered. The painful pleasure was razor sharp and hammering. It sent her flying toward climax too fast.
Ecstasy grabbed hold and tore through her like a rocket, leaving scorching fire in its wake. She screamed at the peak, then chortled down the other side, her body bucking and bowing beyond her control.
Tessa thrashed against the continued sensation piercing into her clit, which was a thousand times more sensitive after her orgasm. Felix finally, mercifully, dropped the sprayer and kicked it away from them.
Then, he wrapped his arms around her and sated her greatest desire by fucking her full throttle. It was hard and fast, prompting her juices to flow and arousal to swell. That brought some relief to the lingering effects of her first orgasm.
Her Master’s desperate urgency to find release was insanely erotic. One hand gripped her hair and yanked her head back into his shoulder while the other latched onto her breasts. Felix slumped further on the bench, giving himself the leverage to thrust his cock faster and harder.
It was vicious on a new level, and Tessa reveled in the taste of his wildness, his control slipping a little further off the chain.
It filled her with feverish pleasure and skirted the dangerous edges of something deeper in her core: that part of Tessa that wanted to throw all caution to the wind and completely lose herself in the throes of his primal passion.
“Oooh,” she whimpered and panted, beautiful pressure gathering where the head of his cock continued to slam home. “Oh, Master.”
“Yes!”
It sounded more like encouragement than permission, but Tessa’s body took it to mean the same thing and kept racing toward heaven. She hit the ledge, flying with the convulsing waves of pleasure that felt remarkably heightened by the first way she’d climaxed rather than dulled by comparison.
Tessa was still in the thralls of bliss when Felix roared some mutilated version of her name and pulled her down on him hard, holding her there. He kept his hips aloft, piercing her as deep as he could while his cock pulsed hot cum into the condom.
His first exhale emerged more like a satisfied groan before his body began to relax and mold around her again. Felix slid his hand across her chest and threaded his thumb through the ring of her collar. His other hand rubbed over Tessa’s breasts, massaging one gently while his arm covered the other one.
After a few moments, Felix lifted her just enough to slide his cock free, and she winced at the soreness already there.
“Mmm.” He moaned. “Don’t rush it. Just let your body relax for a minute.”
It was good advice that Tessa had no qualms following, sinking deeper into his embrace.
One might consider it too intimate, but she knew it was merely Aftercare and was grateful for it. Like their nightly baths, Felix allowed her to rest just long enough to feel relatively normal again without giving her so much time she got lazy about it.
Though, Tessa couldn’t lie. The idea of going back to sleep against him had definitely crossed her mind. Her Master was just hoarding some exceptional cuddling skills that felt too damn good.
