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Nia was frowning to herself – she had just now realized the terrible scar going up from Miguel’s pelvic area, crossing over his heart and stopping at his left shoulder. Something tried to filet him open, it seemed. She was admiring him now, it was early evening and they’d be waking up soon.
He rolled into her, his erection pressing onto her thigh, making her giggle. Miguel cupped her head and kissed her cheek, his eyes still closed. Usually, Nia was planning her next trip out. Tonight, she was wary of the idea, even though she did tell Isabella she wanted to throw a ball.
Miguel remained unsure of pursuing her, he would have by now. So he was holding her tightly, both sweating just a little. Then his eyes opened as he smiled at her.
“I adore watching you sleep,” she said quietly.
“Oh ya? Did you discover anything?”
Nia palmed his erection and bit her lip at his reaction. He immediately turned her over, and began pulling up her night dress when he stopped, resting back on his legs.
“I completely forgot what I threatened you with,” Miguel said, leaning over her a bit again.
He placed his hands on each side of her head, as he smirked at her.
“Ah, tying me down?” she asked sweetly.
“More like up. But yes, I think we’ll try that out tonight, after dinner…”
He moved from over her, then left to go pee as he always did, leaving Nia in the bed while she waited on Maria and wondered what he had in store. She was actually afraid. He aimed to be seductive, but she didn’t know what he could mean.
Nia heard the floorboards creak outside of her door, and began scooting to the end to get ready. Maria seemed tired when she entered, flushed at the face as well. However, she smiled warmly, presenting another dress picked out by Miguel.
As Maria was twisting up her hair, Nia’s mind stayed transfixed on Miguel’s sultry and mysterious offer. She didn’t know what he meant, or how she would fare in any fashion, so she cleared her throat and looked up at Maria in the mirror.
“His master mentioned tying me up?” she prompted.
Maria laughed and rolled her eyes.
Nia turned and looked into her face, being all the more serious.
“What does it mean?” she pressed.
“There is a book, I can show you,” Maria said, walking to the bookshelf across the room from Nia’s bed.
“It has everything you need to know…”
“What do you call it?” Nia asked, looking at what Maria handed her.
“I would call them kinks. It’s funny that it took master months to suggest this,” Maria said, shaking her head, “it has to do with being erotic together…”
Nia was engulfed in the book now. Positions. Clamps. Whips. Chains, blindfolds, and paddles. Suspensions, chairs with chains, riding crops. She wasn’t expecting this. Nia frowned, wondering who else he’d tried this on, then wondering if that mattered. No other women were present in the house. Except for the help.
“Did he mention tonight? If so, gives us reason to head to the woods or down into town…” Maria said quietly, “give you two some privacy.”
“You mean my loud moaning would be more concerning in this instance and you couldn’t bear that, considering the book you’ve just shown me?” Nia said incredulously.
Maria and Nia made eye contact and laughed – Nia wasn’t wrong.
“Yes,” Nia answered, admiring her hair and jewelry.
Her yes echoed throughout her body, vibrating in her head as she made her way to the kitchen. Miguel, however, was sitting in his overly worn velvet chair, smiling a little. He was half covered in darkness, half covered in moonlight. The curtains to the front facing windows weren’t closed as well as they could be.
“Not on a full stomach,” he said, “it won’t be fun then.”
He stood, Nia realizing how quiet the kitchen was. He seemed hot again, hotter than usual. The spice she smelled that he emanated when turned on was very strong – perhaps he had become nervous.
“I found a book…on being tied down,” Nia brought up, showing him.
He took it and laughed a little, looking back at his wife.
“I forgot I owned that…”
Nia clicked her tongue at him. He had already done just about everything to her body she was never expecting. The need for an entire room of sensual pleasure was concerning. So many secret rooms…
“I’ll take it easy,” he admitted, “there’s only one thing I want to try.”
“ Tying me up, and fucking me?” Nia asked.
“No. Typing you up for certain, but let’s discover the rest…”
Miguel had been selling her poison, and she knew it. There was a contract that bound their marriage. He was older and had seen more. Whenever he touched her, she ruptured in pleasure. He knew what he was doing, and now he was taking it up a notch. Just when she thought he already had.
Nia followed behind this gorgeous wolf, her hand in his. The manor was quiet and dark. All she could hear were keys clanging together, and the lock unbolting. Then came the sweet smell of pine and peppermint oil bursting through the door. The waxing gibbous moon shined brightly through the half draped window, and every contraption she had just seen in his odd little book, took up space in his room.
Leather whips, chains, ropes, and leather paddles. A suspension apparatus hanging from the ceiling grabbed her attention. For a room meant for sexual desires, it smelled clear of dust or foul odor. Miguel was watching her walk around and take everything in. Then he began lighting the candles so she could see better.
“If you don’t want to…you don’t have to. We did talk about all these rooms…” he said softly.
“When was the last time you used this?” Nia was handling a riding crop.
“Twenty years ago, maybe?” He answered honestly.
Miguel pulled Nia to him, now undoing her dress she had just put on. When it came to this, though, she seemed to stop caring. He smelled so good, and he was so warm and close. When he kissed her neck, and grabbed at her backside, she committed herself to the idea. Her hands were on his dark gray, velvet jacket, then up his linen shirt as they gazed into each other’s eyes.
He tugged off his top coat, unbuttoned his shirt, then removed his pants as Nia finished undressing herself. Then he guided her to where he felt she should be, before stopping to survey her.
“I’m going to suspend your arms up,” he said, reaching for a leather cuff on the left, “and then I’m going to sit right in front of you…”
Miguel secured the other cuff as Nia watched him.
“And then?” She said almost breathlessly.
Miguel pulled up a dark wooden chair, sitting where he said he would. He looked up at her, then kissed her stomach, smiling as she quivered to his touch.
“Well, the idea is that you can’t grab my head or pull away like you usually do…” he said, rubbing his hands over her back side again.
He kissed around her sex, then took a few bites at her inner thigh as Nia sharply sucked in air.
“So…” she said, hoping he’d start soon, “I’m to stand here…and just take it?”
“Not this time. Place your left leg here…and I’ll divine the rest…”
She did so, now both legs instantly swooped onto his shoulders. He grabbed at her thighs firmly and began. Not his normal pace or rhythm. He did so as if he were hungry. As if to cause shock and awe and disbelief. Nia flinched a little, now not being able to move. Then she began to shake.
She moaned loudly, it had become unbearable. Miguel enjoying his evening meal, Nia doing her best not to crumble. She was afraid of that part, jolting out of his grasp or something. He was holding on for dear life, though. Her legs securely planted on his broad shoulders…the moon shining fully into the room. The candles danced, and all she could hear was Miguel softly moaning and slurping about.
Nia convulsed again, harder this time. She moaned loudly, tossing her head to the right, managing to undo her kempt hair style. Her hips rocked forward a little, and Miguel squeezed at her thighs even harder.
Now she knew what he meant – she was getting close and wanted to grab his head in further. Instead, she was forced to endure her orgasm, tied up as he suggested. This was odd, alluring, and nothing as she expected. Except coming from him, she should have guessed. That thought made her smile. She tried biting her lip again, moaning even louder, when suddenly she came. Intensely so. She was jolting, moaning and could not escape. Miguel didn’t let up the least bit.
He continued until he was satisfied, and that’s what Nia didn’t like. He stood, unshackled her, then let her fall into his chest.
Once again, Nia was quiet. For good reason, this time. Miguel swept her into his arms, then carried her to their room – stark naked and uncaring.
And no…he was not done.
***
The cutlery on everyone’s plate sliced through the silence of the grand eating hall. Leo was at the head of his table, and oddly, his daughter Monica sat at the other end. His wife resided next to him, like the obedient wolf she portrayed.
Monica was born out of wedlock, and she never knew her real mother. Cristina stepped in, and loved her just like she was her own. Yet, Cristina didn’t have a child from her womb.
Whispers were scattering throughout the town they stayed in, and all made it back to Monica’s lady maid. Leo was trying to fight a battle from a distance, something Senor Johanne Ramos would detest greatly – but the old wolf wasn’t around to protest.
However, Monica had enough of a mind to possibly undermine any efforts at this point, given what she had learned about her birth and her mother. Monica was eating, taking time to glare at her father. This wasn’t unusual behavior, but on this occasion, Leo knew something was wrong.
“Monica,” her father spoke up, “what atrocity have I committed this time?”
She laughed, shaking her head and placing her silverware down. Then she looked at Cristina, who eyed her with caution.
“Alright,” she stated, “just wondering when you were going to tell me about disbanding this Guild? The one you so ferociously trained me for.”
Leo stopped chewing, looking immediately at his wife who had her head down. How did Monica know?
“Your silence is very reassuring,” she said heavily, “I also heard we are broke.”
Her last statement echoed through the dining hall, resting on the imaginary laurels of her father. That was definitely a secret.
“I’m nineteen, not twelve. You can’t tell me your bedtime stories anymore. They don’t work. So tell the truth,” Monica insisted.
Monica had a slight unibrow and her hair was dark. She was a little husky – still curvy though. Her father raised her to be one of the boys; she was wearing a dress because she had no choice. Leo, however, could not teach her the art of tact, as he had none himself.
“The solution to disband this group of misfit dogs will help with that,” Leo lied through his teeth.
“So you’ll kill others who have more? Make that make sense, father,” she protested unto him.
Leo was growing irritated. Monica usually complained about her dresses or the boys. Today, she was dabbling in adult affairs. And for good reason. She was to be an heiress.
His silence made her smile again, as she went along with everything her and Cristina had discussed. There was one rock Leo hadn’t turned over, and that was his wife’s family.
“I will always do what’s necessary to keep you fed and clothed-“
“Does that keep you honest?” Monica challenged.
Leo growled, glaring at his wife again, She had more to lose if she said something. Monica would come out unscathed.
“What is your point?” He demanded, still staring Cristina down.
“My dowry is gone. Tio Castillo has offered us a place to stay because it seems like this place will be up in flames – soon,” Monica stated, “or should I say, all the little fires have grown out of control. And that is my observation. Not that of the woman who is not my real mother-“
“That is enough!” Leo roared, standing up and slamming his napkin down, “she is your real mother. Don’t you ever disrespect her like that again!”
“She knows,” Cristina finally spoke up.
Leo paled out a bit, horror filled his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to explain his indiscretion to his only child. He didn’t think he could tell her the entire truth…and no one really knew exactly what happened. He was still standing, waiting for Monica to say something else. She was picking at the bones on her plate, smiling to herself. The game she played all of her days was waning on him.
Cristina looked up to her husband through soaked lashes, shaking her head. Either someone told Monica, or she broke into his room and found her mother’s journals. Either way, Leo couldn’t say much now. Monica was right, she wasn’t twelve years old anymore. Nor had she ever been naive.
“So you stay with your uncle, I guess, until it’s safe,” Leo spat out, trying to save face.
Monica laughed and looked at her father. He always worked within others’ means and tried to take credit for it. Maybe she didn’t know the ends and outs, and currently, hadn’t brought up her mother’s death. But she knew it was better to leave now, then to wait for his plan against the Cervantez family to cave in.
“It was my decision, and I’ve already spoken with him,” Monica said confidently, “and we leave in the morning.”
This was when Leo realized that Cristina was definitely involved. However, he really couldn’t touch her. Her brothers would kill him, they knew he was a werewolf as well. They had money, prestige and influence. Leo had a title. Though Monica was born out of wedlock, Cristina’s family loved her very much. And that gave them both immunity. How long had Cristina been planning this?
“What I know, of my own accord. Is that Mateo Cervantez, whom you hate so dearly…will figure everything out. And come after you…”
Those words echoed as well. Mateo more than likely would. Leo would be paying the grungy wolf from his own family money. Once he found that out, he would definitely turn heel, and seek Leo out. Leo hadn’t changed much in nearly twenty years. Mateo turned constantly. He survived off of the land, and he slept in the shadows.
The shabbily patched plan Leo and his men forged together was starting to bare strings, and cracks. And it had been brought to his attention by none other than his bastard child.
***
Leo’s hand traced to the curvature of his lover’s stomach, as a small imprint followed his touch. He had always been fascinated with this, but really…he was stalling.
Michelle was watching him, waiting wistfully. Prayerfully. She was running out of options. Leo planned to take their child and raise it without her…
Michelle was a prostitute.
She had asked him for funds. He agreed and gave her half. She stashed it, only spending what she earned helping her sisters clean. Michelle knew it was only a matter of time before she became immaterial to Leo.
When he suddenly stood to dress, she frowned. He had no one at home, except his top ranked wolves. This always angered her – why do this? Why keep playing games?
Her mind was screaming out at Leo, but she knew an argument would threaten her livelihood. He had a title…she was a common whore.
There were other things here to discuss. He went missing for days at a time when the moon would be full. She knew she couldn’t press him for answers, but the rumors tying to his absences were that he was a wolf. How could he so calmly live among this town, with everyone possibly knowing what he was?
“I heard something,” she said suddenly, “a fearsome rumor.”
Leo stopped pulling his boots up, looking to the side, then affixing his dark curls out of his face. Tonight wasn’t a good night for this.
Michelle was trying to keep him here, he would be endangering her.
That’s when he realized he ought to just say it, perhaps he can escape afterwards.
“Whatever you’ve heard is true…”
Michelle cocked her head to the side and glared at the back of Leo’s curls. She knew him well enough to know he enjoyed being right. Then she was saddened, he really wasn’t interested in staying the night.
“I am a ravenous, demonic, cursed beast. That lurks the night, killing innocents and having my way with whomever I capture…” he admitted, and in a deep tone, “then I drudge back home, sleep it off and wait for the full moon for next month.”
“And I am with your child…” Michelle brought up, “how will that affect me?”
Who cares…Leo thought. He didn’t have to say it, she could feel that.
“Why so heartless?” She sobbed.
Leo hated when she cried. She hardly ever did, and it came at times she had truly been wounded. The man agreed to pay a physician to see that she could abort the child, but he never came through. Feeling stuck, Leo steered clear of her…never visiting his “second home.” Never coming to the brothel.
Then one day, he just couldn’t stay away. Of course, his family noticed. And unfortunately, there were protocols that had to be followed.
So Leo kept her tucked away in another flat he purchased, and Michelle was miserable here, at least away from the public eye.
Leo checked his pocket watch now, growing more irritated by the minute. He was waiting for something. This wasn’t the first time Michelle pleaded with him.
He shook a little, standing now while reaching for his jacket. The jacket he’d rip out of. Michelle felt heat radiating off of him, as he palmed the back of his neck.
When she went to touch his shoulder, he quickly grabbed her hand, almost crushing it. They made eye contact, Michelle seeing his teeth had grown out, and his eyes were bloodshot. Leo, afraid he’d hurt her, pushed her back onto the bed. Then bolted out of the room, to the front passageway.
One of her sisters shrieked at the sight of him, as his appearance became even more obscene and mortifying. Michelle caught a glimpse of his heel leaving the door, and helped her sister close and bolt it.
Leo ran behind the housing, into the woods now with his flesh tearing, his form bearing through. At least, he made it deep enough, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He howled wildly at the full moon, then continued to run through the woods, hoping to come across a nearby town.
For miles, though, he ran. Panting, growing hungry and angrier…until the trees cut off and he stumbled upon a bumbling city square. A woman screamed as others began clearing out, running to close enough businesses and homes for safety. Most of the men grabbed for their swords and guns, hoping their weapons were enough.
Leo slashed the guts from one man, bit the head from another, and grabbed the torso of a third, swinging and slamming the young man into a fountain. Their pistols popped off now, pelting off of his skin, not making entry. Their swords did no better, and it wasn’t until the pinging pain of a silver baton struck him on his left leg, that he realized he may not be able to withstand that.
He howled loudly, with blood covered paws, standing now at nearly seven feet. He growled, surrounded by the men in the town he hadn’t killed, when he felt the sting from silver again. It weakened him…removed his floor from his strength. Leo staggered, realizing there would be no feasting tonight. Another hit followed, as he retreated into the woods, this time looking for a place to hide.
There was no cover, except an old hollowed out tree he passed. The men were now behind him, following with lanterns, guns, dogs and that silver rod. A sliver was stuck in the back of his left leg, and Leo felt himself turning back. He stooped into the tree for protection now, now trying to remove the silver, hoping he wouldn’t be found.
He could hear dogs howling, he could smell the lanterns burning. Leo was wishing he weren’t the cause of all of this. He looked up into the hollow dead tree, deciding to climb and hide himself, when an atrociously loud howl came from the right. The once bold men were screaming like girls, in the darkness of the woods.
It was the crunching of bones, the pleading for help, the whimpering of the dogs where Leo found himself on the verge of tears. He had lodged himself into the hollow stump, oh what a place to be.
Then it was quiet. Leo smelled the blood spilled, seeping into the soil now. Lanterns burning without their master.
He scooted down, hoping he wouldn’t be attacked, when he came across a naked man, standing near a blaze, and staring over his desecration.
“If it hadn’t been for that metal rod, I would have made it into town. But a piece is lodged into my side,” the man said, trying to pluck it out.
He turned, hoping to judge the shock on Leo’s face. He had just been saved by the least favorite Cervantez.
Mateo.
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