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I didn’t scent any blood, so I ordered. “Eyes open, Daisy May. Tell me where my dick is.”

She opened her eyes as soon as I ordered, and told me in a wailing squeal, “In my ass, Master. In your slave’s ass!”

“Exactly right. Now tell me to fuck you hard and fast, to make use of my slave, myproperty.”

I heavily enunciated the last word, and had to keep from smirking at her when I scented her arousal. She might be pissedat me, but the idea of me using my property however I wanted flat-out did it for her.

And she had no idea I knew, because she had no idea I’m a werewolf.

I fucked her hard and fast, until I was right on the edge of an orgasm, and then I backed off, denying myself because her ass squeezed me in all the best ways, and her tears along with the myriad of scents wereperfect. I went in and held, and then played with her clit with one hand while I fingered her with the other, until her arousal had her moaning and moving her hips despite the pain of having my dick buried all the way inside her.

I pulled all the way out and watched the pain in her face when the head of my dick opened her again. And then I did it again. And again.

And then I fucked her hard and fast again — a lot longer than I probably should’ve for her first time, but I have no idea how her face looked when I finally emptied my balls inside her because my eyes were closed in bliss.Fuck, but it was satisfying to finally claim my little Daisy May.

I wasn’t finished, though, so I went to the sink and soaped my dick, rinsed it, and then returned to the bed and plowed her cunt again.

But this time, I focused on making it good for her while I pounded the fuck out of her.

I had an idea of the angles that worked for her, and I brought her to the edge of an orgasm at least two dozen times before I finally took her over the edge, for the first orgasm she’d had since I’d nabbed her.

Just before I let her go over the edge, about a half-second before it hit, I ordered her to come. I had her scent markers down, so I’d be able to give the order just before she came from here on out — and I would, for as long as she was mine.

Eventually, she’d get lessons in orgasm denial, but not yet. For now, I needed to addict her to me, and that meant lots and lots of orgasms — but only when I was buried inside her.

Chapter 18

Daisy

It turns out, the orgasms Dray had given me weren’t all that good. I’d thought they were the Best.Thing.Ever!

But I’d had nothing to compare them to. Now, I realized they kind of sucked.

Even in my ass, hurting the fuck out of me, he made me fucking orgasm, and the damned thing nearly took the top of my head off.

Master put his jeans back on seconds after we were finished. Was this part of the training, for me to always be naked while he was always clothed? I’d assumed, while he fucked me, that he’d kept me from seeing his dick so I wouldn’t be afraid, but now I knew it was freakishly huge, so there was no reason to keep it hidden anymore. Right?

And I was curious. It seemed the head of his dick was twice as big around as the shaft. I’m sure it was just the way it felt, opening my ass over and over, but damn, the head hurt so much worse than the rest of his dick. Well, until he went so fast the friction made everything evenmorehot. I squeezed everything and thought it wouldn’t take much for me to orgasm again despite how badly everythingdown therehurt. Not just the entrances, but deep up inside me, too.

But the orgasm had been more intense than anything I’d ever experienced, and I had no idea what to do with that.

He finally took the damned neck-brace-collar off, and I was so relieved to have the freedom to look around. I hadn’t liked it at all, but no way could I tell him, because I wasn’t allowed to speak unless he asked a direct question.

Master was super gentle with me, as always, unwrapping the bindings to release my arms and legs, and slowly moving my legs down. He massaged my hips and thighs to get the stiffness out of them after being bound so long, and then carried me to a bedroom and tucked me into a bed. An actual fuckingbed.

He put the collar he most often used on me, the one with the big metal ring at the front, and then chained my wrist cuffs to my collar. I had enough length I could touch my face, but not enough to reach my belly button — or anything lower. It was comfortable enough, and way better than being chained sitting with my back to a wall, or leaned over a sawhorse and hung by a waist cincher, or bound sitting on a dildo in a straight-backed wooden chair with a fucking butt plug crammed up my ass. It was a bed, with sheets and blankets, and my eyes closed in bliss.

“You pleased me, so you get to be comfortable while I shower and change clothes. If you’d displeased me, you’d kneel on rice while you waited for me to shower and cook breakfast. I’ll come get you before I begin cooking, and I’m going to allow a free period of speech while I prepare our meal. Think about what you want to tell me, because this won’t be about you asking me questions, but about telling me the things you think I should know aboutyou. Hobbies, talents, shortcomings. Also, in the coming weeks you’ll be allowed some free time most days, to engage in an activity I approve of, so this will be your opportunity to begin telling me the things you’d like to do in your recreation time, but we have some time before it’ll begin happening, so if you want to prioritize something else, that’s fine.”

Before he closed the door and locked me in, he added, “Traditional pronouns will be expected during this conversation because the point will be for you to tell me about yourself. Mostly, a slave should be focused on her Master rather than herself, but it’s also important your Master understands you, which means there’ll be times I’ll want you to speak of yourself.”

He already knew my favorite foods, my most hated foods, my favorite and least liked color, my favorite number, all my clothing sizes, my shoe size, my bra size.

And I guess now I understood why he’d measured my damned neck.Fuck, but that collar had been hideous.

I was getting used to this one, though. You put a collar on a dog, and yes, part of the reason is so you can control them, but it’s also a statement of ownership. My life was hell, but Master was kind most of the time. He was training me to be the slave he wanted. It meant something.

When he returned from the shower, he ordered me into a position that spread me out again, but he looked really displeased when I moved into it. He didn’t say anything, though. He held a flashlight and looked my pussy and asshole over as if he were a doctor, even putting two fingers in my pussy first and spreading it open to look at it, and then doing the same with my asshole. It hurt, and a grunt escaped, but I managed to be silent, otherwise.

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