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“Once per month, the first Tuesday of the month unless one of us has something else come up, in which case we’ll reschedule it as close as possible. I’ll supply the young man, and I have a good idea of what you’re attracted to, so that shouldn’t be an issue. You realized I got a nice lust feeding and seemed okay with it. I’ll get the energy of a strong lone wolf, and I’ll have someone I can pick the phone up and call. You’ll have the ability to call me or Julian if you need something, and not a lot of people have carte blanche to do so.”

I met his gaze and nothing happened, and I asked, “Am I going to agree to it, or not?”

“You’re conflicted. Part of you wants to, but another part of you wants to cut this off now, so you don’t have to deal with your feelings on an ongoing basis. I’d like to remind you that most societies throughout the ages haven’t seen gay or bisexual activity as wrong.

When I didn’t respond, he asked, “How does your wolf feel about it?”

“He’s fine with it. Thinks I’m being silly. An asshole is an asshole.”

He gave me a half smile that was more smirk than smile, and I shook my head at him, but said, “Okay, first Tuesday of each month. I’d like Julian to check in with me five to seven days before to verify the day and firm up a time.”

“That works. I look forward to spending more time with you. What will you tell your club I wanted to see you about?”

“If I tell them you had a member of your flock who needed punishing, and that I belted a penitent ass and then the two of us shared…” I shrugged. “If I leave the gender out and I’m careful not to use pronouns, they’ll assume it was a female.”

“I’ll remain mysteriously silent, and will let you speak to our activities as you see fit, then.”

Chapter 3

Dozer

I drove to the bottom of the mountain, pulled into a parking lot, and logged into the secure app on my phone. If I went straight to wolf and avoided everyone, Brain would know something had happened that disturbed me, and that wouldn’t do. Also, I didn’t want anyone waiting for me at home — I needed to change to wolf and back, and get rid of these clothes, so no one would know I’d fucked a man.

So I stopped on the way home to text Brain.Turned out it wasn’t a big deal. Member of his flock who needed punished for bad grades. I got to belt an ass and then Marco and I fucked the little human together.

And I stared at it, deciding. It was the truth, mostly. Brain would assume it was a girl, right? But if he asked why Marco invited me, what would I say? I couldn’t tell him I didn’t know, because I absolutely knew.

I hitsendand added,He feeds from lust, and I felt him drinking in the energy of it. It was an interesting experience, but if he invites me again, I’ll need to ask him more questions about why he’s choosing me. No need in doing so at this time. Best to just let it go, I think.

I was debating about telling him I was going to let the wolf out for a few hours when a call came through on the app, so I killed my bike and accepted the call. Brain’s face came onto my phone, and I raised my face shield. “The wolf wants out. I’m gonna let him run a while before I go down for the day. I didn’t get any sleep, so can you find someone to fill in at the restaurant for me?”

“Got another job for you tonight, so sleeping today is good. Go to the compound when you wake. I’m thinking somewhere between nine and eleven for this job. We’ll take the tunnel and exit in a van so no one knows you’ve left the compound.”

I drove home, tossed a load of clothes into the washer, and then let the wolf run until he was tired and the sun was high in the sky. Finally, I let the human part of me rise enough we could get into the house and push the door closed, and then I let the wolf have full control again. He’s been in the house before, and he curled up on my bed and slept.

I woke in my two-legged form, used the john, and made my way to the kitchen because I was starving. I pulled steaks from my fridge, put them on the gas grill built into my stove, and scrambled some eggs while I waited for the steaks to cook.

Ten minutes later, I sat down to a half-dozen steaks and two dozen eggs with mushrooms and cheese, and I finally looked at my phone.

I had a text from Marco, simple and to the point.Thank you for your companionship last night. I look forward to sharing with you again.

As we’d said when we talked after — an asshole is an asshole, and a throat is a throat. I’m attracted to women. Why had I agreed to do this once a month? The political clout I’d gain would be huge, basically having the ear of the most powerful being on this side of the continent once a month, but still.

I wondered if he’d agree to the same deal, but with women instead of men? Probably not. I had the feeling he was viewing me as some kind of science experiment.

However, my time with him had given me the opportunity to tell him I would love to purchase or long-term-lease a female sex slave who’d done something to deserve the status. No way would I have dared pose the question to Abbott, but Marco had looked thoughtful and told me he’d keep my request in mind should an opportunity arise.

A while back, Khan down in Birmingham had taught a workshop to teach any patched member, anywhere in the country, how to chaperone the pro-subs on outcalls, and I’d asked Duke to send me. During the workshop, I learned Khan takes on subs to train, and I asked if I could hang out with him and see the process. He’d let me stay on after the workshop was finished, and he’d done more than let me watch — he’d let me help. I’d stayed with him fourteen days and had helped him break in a brand-new slave. It was totally consensual, she walked in on her own two feet with zero bondage and explained why she was there — to please her new Master and be the best pleasure slave she could be. She was an experienced sub, but I learned over this two-week period the exact difference between slave and submissive.

I’d had this idea of having my very own sex slave since, with no way to figure out how to work it. I was great with submissives, but I hadn’t yet met one I wanted to move in with me because none were interested in the kind of control I was looking for. I wanted someone who wouldn’t annoy me by talking to me unless I was in the mood for conversation. Someone who’d clean my house, cook my meals unless I had a hankering to do so, and make whatever hole I wanted to fuck available the very instant I told them to.

I needed to respond to Marco’s text, but this was over regular SMS, so I had to be careful of my wording.Thank you for the entertaining evening.

There was so much more I wanted to say, but not over an unencrypted path.

Brain had also texted me over SMS, asking me to let him know when I thought I’d be in. I checked the board to see who’d be working where, and saw that they’d given a prospect my shift at the restaurant. Not ideal, and I feltguilty about flaking, so I texted him,I can be there in about an hour, and I’ll work the rest of my shift.

A message came through on the encrypted app, and it was Brain.Not necessary. Come to the clubhouse instead of the restaurant and I’ll catch you up.

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