Bud knew the slave was an elk when he hired him, but Dave couldn’t tell Nickie what he was because he didn’t know she’d been bound. Since Nickie likely assumed he was human, she wouldn’t mention shapeshifters or vampires around him. In the supernatural world, you can’t tell a human something unless it’s your secret to tell. Bud could tell Dave Nickie’d been bound, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He wanted to see how things played out, first.

Bud watched Nickie torture the slave for nearly three hours before he finally stood and walked to her. If he didn’t get some relief soon his balls would never forgive him.

His little Miss Nicole was a sadistic fucking bitch, and Bud’s wolf was the opposite of jealous — he was enchanted with the special little touches she added to make sure the slave didn’t just hurt, he suffered. Respect is earned in the animal kingdom, and Nickie’d earned the wolf’s respect when she helped them fight the enemy without freaking out, but today cemented it for him.

Hell, Bud and his wolf might be okay with a permanent male slave in the house, as long as he slept in his own bedroom, or in a dog bed on the floor as Bud had insisted for tonight. He wasn’t ready to agree to anything so drastic yet, but he hadn’t expected to enjoy watching his brat take control of a man this way.

His wolf hadn’t even minded when she’d made her slave eat her out for thirty minutes, though the fact she’d put him in a teeny tiny little chastity device, stuffed a huge fucking butt plug in his ass, and hung weights from a ball parachute had made it a lot more fun to watch. She’d installed a telescoping spreader bar between his ankles and made him stand on the floor and bend over the bed to eat her out — and she’d popped him on the back with a tawse when he stopped swaying and hurting his own balls while he pleasured her.

She’d also flogged his back when she got close to coming, just to make sure he didn’t back off and spoil her orgasm.

“Take that thing off his dick so you can sit on it while I fuck your ass,” he told her as he headed to the bedroom. “And tie him off so he can’t touch you while I fuck you. I don’t want him watching, either. I’m gonna get a quick shower, be ready when I get out.”

He didn’t tell her to blindfold him because he wanted to give her leeway to do something else if she chose.

* * *

Nickie’d been thinking of this scenario since she’d sat on Nathan’s cock while Bud fucked her ass. Reverse cowgirl gave her more options, and it made the two cocks inside her feel more as if they were battling for position.

She took the chastity device off her slave, removed the ring from around his balls, and spread a bath towel over the throw rug in the center of the room. His arms were secured behind his back but his ankle cuffs weren’t attached to anything.

“On your belly on the towel and hump the floor. I expect you to be rock hard when I come get you, but you don’t have permission to stop humping the floor just because you’re hard.”

He’d quickly learned to obey his new Owner without hesitation, so she didn’t bother staying to make sure he followed orders. She wanted to make sure everything was set up before Bud returned.

Owner. Nickie grabbed the three cushions from the sofa and rolled the word around in her head a few times. She couldn’t have done this — owned someone who’d been paid for — if she hadn’t talked to Kate and Jeni. Their comfort with their job, along with Dave’s convincing statement about needing to put himself in a situation where he’d been bought… It worked for her. She wanted to be upset with Bud for his presumptiveness, but it was kind of hard to when he’d given her exactly what she wanted.

Working fast, she removed the pillows from the bed and placed a sofa cushion flat on the mattress but pushed against the headboard. She lifted it long enough to place a bungee cord under it before replacing it.

The second cushion went on top of the first, and the third flat on the bed so it extended towards the footboard. If an elf were walking from the foot of the bed to the headboard, he’d have to climb the first step nearly halfway, and then another step a little farther — like climbing a two-step mountain. She didn’t think she needed to tie the cushions into place. The positions she had in mind for everyone should hold them steady.

She walked to the doorway and saw her slave humping the floor, his cheek on the towel, eyes closed, concentrating.

“Roll over.”

She hadn’t gone easy on him, so he obeyed immediately, and Nickie grinned at the sight of his cock in its full glory.

“Good boy. Come to the bed.”

In the interest of time, she unclipped his hands to get him in position. He followed instructions well, and within moments his ass was planted on the first ‘step’ with his legs spread wide around the two stacked cushions, and his feet planted on the mattress beside them. Nickie connected the bungee cord to his ankles, and smiled when his legs squeezed in on the cushions to hold them in place. When she sat on his cock she’d be able to lean forward on those cushions while Bud fucked her ass, and no one would have eye contact.

Still, Bud had said he didn’t want the slave watching him. Nickie liked the idea of the slave watching Bud’s ass, but realized Bud would probably want to go wider and thinner and that meant the slave couldn’t watch.

A few knots in some rough hemp rope and Dave had no choice but to grab his elbows behind his back, and she went to his suitcase to consider the best way to blindfold him. He had full-faced hoods, but she didn’t trust those when she couldn’t actively monitor him.

The partial hoods, however, would work beautifully. She chose one without eye-holes and with a harness for a bit gag, but chose not to use it with him on his back when she wouldn’t be watching him. She wished she’d thought to put the hood on him before she situated him, but she could make it work.

“Let’s see those abs work, boy. Do a crunch and hold it. If you go down before I give the word I’ll flog your belly again.”

Nickie’d had skinny slaves and chubby ones, and she loved flogging the tight abs of the skinny ones. Chubby slaves got their ass and thighs beaten more, but for Dave, she’d already flogged his belly until it might still be red two days from now.

It didn’t take her long to put the hood on, and she smoothed it over his cheeks before she told him he could relax. He’d had the leather cut so it accentuated his face perfectly without making him look feminine. Masculine cheek bones, male lips, and a graceful, muscled neck. He was a beautiful slave. Not a twink, though she guessed he probably was ten years ago, if he’d been into this at eighteen. He was too muscled and confident in his submission for anyone to call him a twink now.

Dave was more attractive because he was strong and still chose to submit. Not that twinks couldn’t also be strong and confident, but it was a different energy, and she wondered yet again how Bud had known exactly what she’d want in a slave.

The shower turned off, and Nickie quickly ran a scarf between the rings designed to hold the bit gag in the hood.

She brushed her finger over the tip of his bare nose. “Let’s hear your safeword.”

“Agakagaga.” His safeword was Abracadabra, and Nickie chuckled. She’d known he wouldn’t have provided a gag he couldn’t make his safeword known with, but she’d needed to be sure the scarf didn’t restrict him more than the bit would’ve.

“Swallow.” Shouldn’t be a problem, but again — she needed to be sure. She watched his throat work, saw he knew what he was doing, and tweaked his nipples.

She was rolling the condom on him when Bud appeared in the doorway buck naked, and the submissive in her stared at his cock — barely four inches long and fatter than a beer can. He chuckled when her gaze met his, and let it go back to normal. “Just wanted you to see the eventual goal. Not today, but it’ll happen someday. Climb on your slave.”

She quickly obeyed, and he grabbed the lube container from the side table before he climbed on. “Too bad you don’t like topping women, or I could sit my ass on her face and make her rim me before I take your ass.”

Nickie didn’t point out her slave had a mouth capable of handling the job. Bud wouldn’t see the humor in it.

The slave whimpered as Nickie sat on his long, fat cock. The moan was both pleasure and frustration, likely because he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to orgasm. She’d made it clear — if he came he’d be bound standing all night, but if he held back and controlled himself he’d be allowed to sleep in the dog bed on the floor, with one ankle chained to the table beside him on a two-foot lead so he couldn’t roam the cabin while she and Bud slept.

“I like this setup,” Bud told her as he jammed two slick fingers in her ass, and fire kindled in her pussy and clit. “Tits on the cushion for me, don’t push up. Gonna ream you good.”

He took maybe three minutes to stretch her, and her heart flew into her throat when a towel hit the bed beside her, but that was the only warning she got before his cock was at her ass, pressing in. Pushing. Ramming.

Felt so different without a condom, but they didn’t need them anymore. Werewolves can’t catch diseases.

Bud had learned early on he could be rough with her, and watching her work over a slave must’ve really worked him up, because he didn’t slow even when her screams and yelps went high pitched.

“Fuck, just a minute to get used to you, please!”

One more long, hard shove and he was buried in her. “You have to the count of fifteen.”

Nickie didn’t waste any of those precious seconds arguing. She closed her eyes and focused on relaxing her ass muscles and letting him in. He’d invaded her, penetrated her fast and hard in a show of ownership and she wanted to be his little brat.

“A whole count of fifteen? Feeling generous? Or do you need to fuck me before you lose control?”

He pulled out and slammed in. Hard. “I got your control right here, Missy.”

The emphasis on the last word was clear. She might be Miss Nicole to Dave the slave, but she was his little miss right now. His brat, though she was glad he didn’t call her that in front of Dave. She hadn’t asked him not to, but he was smart enough to realize it might mess up the dynamic she had with her slave.

His next yank-out-and-slam-back-in nearly knocked the breath from her because she didn’t expect it, but he soon found a rhythm and she wrapped her hands around her slave’s calves to hang on. The ankle cuffs were soft and wide, and she held just above them and squeezed. Dave’s cock was still rock hard in her pussy, and his moans let her know the movement and friction from Bud’s cock was working for him, too. Bud held her hips for a while, but eventually gripped her right hip and left shoulder as he pounded her ass, his cock like a piston in an engine, faster than should be humanly possible, but then — Bud wasn’t human.

* * *

Bud fucked Nickie’s ass nearly forty-five minutes, and took turns ordering her to ride her slave or have him pound her from below while Bud kept going. When her scent told him she was at her limit, he made his dick fatter than she’d ever taken before — until she was nearly in tears — but she’d been horny as fuck and had wanted even more. He’d backed off when she was close to an orgasm, let her cool off, and then ramped her up close again, edging her over and over, but she never once begged to come.

He’d wanted her on edge so he could draw it out as long as possible, but when her scent told him she was at her limit, he narrowed himself enough she could handle him again and worked her into an orgasm he finally allowed her to have — just before he blew his wad while buried balls-deep in her sore, red, inflamed, hot-as-fuck ass.

He held his weight off her and took ten seconds to recover before gently pulling out and helping her off her slave’s cock. It was rock hard and red, and looked like it hurt. The sadist in him loved it, but he wasn’t interested in torturing a man for sexual pleasure.

“If you’re good,” he told Nickie, “I’ll put the steaks on the grill while you see to your slave.”

“I’m good. Do you need help with dinner? When did you shop?”

“Paid someone to handle it. Mashed potatoes are in a dish and need to go into the oven to warm, some kind of kale and blue cheese concoction’s in the fridge and is supposed to be eaten cold. There’s cheesecake for dessert, with raspberry preserves for you to put on it.” He glanced at Dave, still in the hood and flat on his back, and looked back to Nickie. “His sheet noted he’s vegetarian and doesn’t have any allergies. I checked with him ahead of time on food, and bought a gallon sized container of the kale stuff because he said that would be fine. He can eat the potatoes, too.”

Bud stepped into his jeans without worrying about underwear, and his abs rippled while he absentmindedly fastened his belt. Nickie’s pulse quickened at the sight. Damn, she wanted to feel his belt across her ass. Tomorrow — after her slave left — she’d brat just right until she got it.

A quick kiss and he went to handle the food, but she took a few seconds to watch his muscled ass and naked back as he walked away. The spot where skin met denim and leather begged to be explored. And those broad, muscled shoulders.

She turned back to her slave when Bud was out of sight. She was convinced he was some kind of shapeshifter, though she couldn’t explain why she’d thought it from the beginning. However, Bud going so fat in her ass had cemented it, because he wouldn’t risk a human feeling him doing that — but then the knowledge her slave was vegetarian threw her for a loop. She’d spent time with wolves and a lion, and all ate several pounds of meat a day. Could a shapeshifter be vegetarian?

She put the puzzle to the back of her mind while she took care of her slave. Paid or not, she’d been rough on him all day and he’d been in this position nearly an hour, and he’d be stiff. You have to take care of your toys if you want to keep playing with them.

She cut the rope holding his wrists to his elbows and unwound it to free his hands. She moved the sofa cushions from between his knees so he could pull his legs together, disconnected the bungee cord, and gently helped him roll to his side and pull his knees to his chest. He’d get another plug soon since this one held him spread wide open. She’d have never used anything this big on someone until she got to know their capabilities, but she assumed since he provided it, he could handle it. Still, he probably needed some relief.

She turned the light out and closed the curtains before returning his eyesight. She’d been blindfolded enough to know how badly light hurt after total darkness.

“Thank you, Miss Nicole, ” he told her as the hood came off and his mouth was freed from the scarf.

“You’re welcome. I kind of like seeing your cock standing proud, so we’ll leave off a cage for now. Don’t let me catch it soft though.”

She considered how she wanted dinner to go, and ran her fingers through his short hair to help him cool off from the hood. A humbler would keep him on his hands and knees, and would solve the question of what to do with his balls. In her experience, male slaves were on their best behavior when either their cock or balls gave them a reminder of their status.

His groan could’ve easily meant he was glad the plug was being removed, or that he’d miss it when it was gone — or possibly both. She set the plug on the towel Bud had used earlier and told her slave, “When you can open your eyes, dispose of your condom in the bathroom’s trash container. Take the plug and the towel in there, too. Wash your hands and face, use the toilet, whatever you need to refresh. If you take the cuffs off, let me put them back on so I can be sure they’re on right. I’m going to step out on the deck with Bud a few moments. Take at least five minutes, but no longer than ten. When you finish in the bathroom, get the medium nJoy and your humbler from your case, go to the rug in the living room, and wait for me on all fours.”

As an afterthought, she stopped in the doorway and added, “If you have mitts, or something so you can’t use your fingers or thumbs, bring those with the humbler.”

* * *

Bud hadn’t expected Nickie to come out on the porch while he cooked the steaks, but he was happy to have her to himself a few moments.

“How’s your slave?”

“I gave him some time in the bathroom out of bondage, to freshen up and take care of whatever business he might have in there. Is he supernatural?”

“You know the rules. I can only share my secrets.”

“Which means if you tell him I’m bound, it’ll be his choice of whether to tell me or not.” She crossed her arms and walked to the rail. They were pretty deep in the woods, but her guards were out there somewhere, watching over them a few more days. “I didn’t think you’d have gone that wide if he were human, but then you said he’s vegetarian, so I guess he can’t be a shapeshifter.”

“I’ve discovered I kind of like watching you with a slave, and the wolf isn’t the least bit jealous. He’s getting a kick out of watching you torture the poor boy, and I didn’t expect that at all.”

“I’ve kept his cock out of the equation for most of it, to try to help your wolf. Will he be okay if I start playing with it more?”

“Since I’m sure you’ll be torturing it, yeah, I’m pretty sure the wolf’ll be fine, and I know I will be. The slave isn’t doing anything to you. He doesn’t have a claim on you.” Bud rubbed his jaw over the scruff of beard and considered why he wasn’t bothered by her with this man. He needed to understand it better himself before he could explain it to her.

He’d tortured men and gotten hard from their screams, but had always relieved himself on a woman when he finished. However, he couldn’t admit to pulling the fingernails off a man who’d hurt the club or someone he cared about, slicing pieces off his cock, gelding him, branding his back so all who saw it would know he was a snitch, or any of the other things he’d done. Nickie would be horrified. Still, he’d gotten hard from hurting men before, even though it wasn’t sexual. It was about hurting them, not about fucking them.

So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when Dave’s screams got him hard, but it had caught him off guard. Now that he knew his dick got granite-hard watching his little brat hurt men though, he wanted to incorporate it into their life. Not with Dave because damn, the man was expensive. Still, he wasn’t opposed to Nickie looking for a slave of her own, as long as Bud got to establish some ground rules, and he was present anytime Nickie played with her toy.

“Looks like we’re gonna need to get a membership to one of the Atlanta dungeons,” he told her. “I’ll let you figure out where you want to join and do whatever it takes to get us an initial invite. You don’t go alone though. I go with you. Always.”

“You’ll really be okay with me playing with other men? And in clubs?” Her voice sounded like it was too good to be true and she was afraid to believe.

“I’m okay with you finding someone to bring home and play with. I’m not a fan of the clubs, but I get you’ll need to go there to find a local slave.”

“If you weren’t flipping steaks I’d give you a blow job.”

Bud chuckled. “Saw the way you watched me buckle my belt. I get you tomorrow when your slave leaves, and I’m gonna make you scream louder and longer than ever while we’re in the middle of the woods where no one’s gonna call the cops if they hear.”

Nickie shivered and rubbed her hard nipples, and Bud breathed in the essence of his brat when she wanted pain.

“Tomorrow,” he promised, and she nodded and walked back inside.

By the time Bud made it in, he could smell Dave in pain again but didn’t see him. Meanwhile, Nickie had found a wide, low bowl, and filled it with the kale crap. It was on the floor beside a coffee mug with a straw, filled with water. Bud’s cock throbbed in his jeans when he realized she was going to make Dave eat from the floor with his mouth.

She didn’t know he was an elk, nor was she aware of the double-grand-slam of making a shapeshifter eat like an animal when in human form. It wasn’t on Dave’s list of hard limits though, so Bud didn’t feel guilty about rubbing his dick at the idea of making an elk shapeshifter eat kale crap from the floor.

“Where’s your slave?”

“I put him in a humbler and told him to crawl to the kitchen. Moving hurts, so it’ll take him a few minutes to get here.”