The Mating Game (10 page)

“Like what you see, love?”

“Oooh yeah. I can’t wait to play with you. Tell me, do you really like chocolate mousse?”

Dominic frowned for a moment, and then remembered the huge dish of chocolate mousse Josephine had given him before he left the main house mid-afternoon Saturday.

“Oh. You found that. My sister-in-law gave it to me. Don’t worry if you’ve eaten some for breakfast. There’s enough to feed an army. I enjoy chocolate, but she and William are always making up huge batches of the stuff. They seem to have this private thing for chocolate.”

“Oh no. I haven’t eaten any. Yet.”

With that, she walked out of the room. Dominic cocked his head to one side, to better hear her footsteps. When he heard her soft feet padding over into the small kitchen, and then the fridge door open, he knew what she was doing.

Hell, who was he to argue if a woman wanted to tie him up and feed him spoonfuls of chocolate mousse for breakfast? He didn’t need to be home until later tonight. An al fresco breakfast with this immensely sexy woman would be the perfect way to start the morning.

He frowned at the thought of returning home without Mary. He felt sincerely attached to her, didn’t feel his usual itchiness to shed her once the sun rose. Maybe he could convince her to come back with him, meet his siblings. If she had so many questions about him and his status as a werewolf, what better way to teach her than bring her home with him?

Still thinking through his options, he only half paid attention as Mary sat on the bed, cradling the huge bowl of mousse between her legs.

“You ready to answer some questions, big boy?”

Snapping back from his fantasies, he smiled teasingly up at her. “Sure thing, baby. Fire away.”

“Okay. First up, is there much truth to those old ‘40s and ‘50s movies about werewolves? Do you turn into some slobbering, raving lunatic who eats fair maidens?”

Dominic laughed. He couldn’t help it. Finally calming down, he managed to answer.

“Uh, no. While I don’t think exactly the same as I do in human form, I am fully aware of everything I do, and retain pretty much full control of myself. I might get sidetracked by interesting scents, or chase some rabbits or squirrels, but I don’t turn into a raving lunatic.”

Mary nodded. She seemed as if she had already reached that conclusion for herself, which made him feel much happier.

“Does it hurt?”

Dominic frowned. “Does what hurt?”

“Changing, from a man to a wolf.”

Dominic thought for a moment. “Not in a painful way, no. It’s like…re-forming…returning back home…both ways. When I change into a wolf, I feel free, I sense so much more. Yet when I change back into human form, I feel…larger, smarter. It’s hard to describe. It’s as if I exist in both states semi-permanently. Both states offer me something different. We, my brothers and I, were raised to embrace both our selves. The animalistic side, who loves to hunt and run free, but also to enjoy our thinking, feeling human forms. How can it possibly hurt to return to one aspect of yourself?”

Mary nodded, her eyes far away, seeing something else.

“That must be so very nice. No wonder you can’t settle down. I don’t think I could either, given that opportunity. Oh, before you twist a finger trying to unsnap those handcuffs, I really ought to warn you I’ve taped them shut with some electrical tape. The release latch on the side won’t work.”

Dominic felt his eyes widen with shock. He was really stuck in these damn things?

Twisting his head back uncomfortably, he just barely saw a dark stretch of sticky black electrical tape.
Well damn
! “How the hell did you know to do that?”

Mary shrugged.

“Chloe, my other cousin, studied lock picking a few years back. She bought a trick set of handcuffs, teaching herself to get out of them. I learned a few things myself. Plus, I didn’t really think you were the sort to have a
real
pair of handcuffs. Any set you had bought would obviously have a quick release.”

Shuffling herself closer, Dominic eyed her warily.

“What are you doing?”

“Well first, I’m going to tie down your legs, so you don’t think to kick me.”

Dominic watched her tie his legs spread out to the footboard.

“Why would I want to kick you?”

“Patience, darling. You’ll see soon enough.”

When she had securely tied his legs to the footboard, she took a third satin strip and tied a rather large bow around his painfully erect shaft. Dominic didn’t say anything—he merely raised an eyebrow. After surveying her work and nodding her satisfaction, she bent down and picked up the large bowl of mousse from the floor.

Dominic eyed the mousse. “Tell me you’re going to feed it to me.”

Mary merely grinned. Offering him a spoonful, he took it into his mouth, enjoying the light, fluffy chocolate melting on his tongue.

“Are you hungry? Or can you wait a while before I finish feeding you?”

Dominic’s eyes rested on her full breasts.

“I think I have a different sort of hunger altogether.”

Mary grinned. “Fantastic. Same here.”

Carefully placing the heavy bowl next to his prone stomach, she straddled his hips. Dipping one finger into the nearly full bowl, she began to smear the mousse onto his stomach and abs.

Lifting his head, Dominic tried to see what she was drawing.

After a moment, Mary stopped. “Very pretty.”

“You’ve just drawn your initials on me?”

Mary smiled.

“MD, what makes you think I haven’t bestowed a Doctorate of Sex on you?”

“You’ve given a Doctorate of Sex to my
stomach
? Woman, evidently you’ve received the wrong impression about me. Maybe I need to be released and teach you a few more important things about myself.”

Mary laughed and carefully placed the heavy bowl on the floor. Climbing back up onto the bed, she sat herself between Dominic’s legs.

It was a strange feeling for him. Usually he took control of the sexual games. Almost always
he
was between the legs of a pretty lady, not the other way around. The reversal of roles made his cock harden even more. It was a strange feeling. Strange, but wonderful.

Deciding to enjoy this time, he relaxed back into the soft bed and comfortable pillows.

“So, little Mary, you’re going to cover me with chocolate mousse and let it dry all sticky? We could shower together, I know a few good moves in the shower.”

“I’m sure you do, stud. But it would be an incredible waste of such a lovely mousse to let you do that. Anyway, this is
my
turn. My turn for control and to initiate the fun. I don’t think you’ve quite learned to share.”

Dominic smiled, a wide, toothy grin. “Ah, darling, trust me. You can take your turn and have all the control you want. Just as long as you make it worth my while.”

Mary crept forward, her breasts and stomach pressing intimately against his iron-hard shaft. Oh-so-very-slowly, she stuck her tongue out and swiped a small amount of mousse from his abdomen.

Taking a lick of dessert into her mouth, she moaned softly. Dominic felt his mouth dry. Since when had chocolate mousse been the ultimate sexual toy and aphrodisiac? In that instant, he knew
exactly
what William and Josephine did with all that mousse they made.

Dominic swallowed, tried to get some moisture in his mouth. With that simple lick, Mary had bound him to her with chains of steel. He
needed
her now, craved her with a fire in his blood.

“Uh…Mary, love…”

Mary totally ignored him, too keen to have another taste of the mousse on his stomach.

As she took another lick into her delicate mouth, she sat back up, eyes closed, blissfully rolling the mousse around in her mouth.

“Did you know…” she started, swallowed, and then opened her eyes. “Did you know, those deliciously flat abdominal muscles of yours make the perfect table for chocolate mousse?”

Dominic suppressed a whimper of need. His cock was about to burst. Considering the number of times he had come, both inside and outside this beautiful woman in the last eight hours or so, he found it scary and marvelous that he
still
needed to come with the desperation and intensity of a man who had abstained for
years
.

“Uh…” he cleared his throat, unable to form a coherent thought.

“Don’t worry,” Mary grinned down at him, her nipples only just out of reach. If his hands were free he could…Dominic firmly brought his mind away from the multitude of things he would do if his hands were free.

When he felt Mary’s tongue on his stomach again, he couldn’t help himself. His hips rose by themselves and he thrust his body up, desperately begging her to do more.

“Down boy,” she chided laughingly. “Impatient men only get teased longer with me. And don’t pout or do that sad-puppy-dog-eyes thing with me either. That won’t work.”

Dominic laughed and shut his eyes. His body craved release, craved being lodged inside her to the hilt. Intuitively, he knew the more he pleaded and begged, the longer Mary would draw this out. Not that he could fake disinterest. His breath caught with every smooth-rough sweep of her tongue on his skin. His cock had begun to leak pre-cum. Each muscle in his stomach and legs twitched with excitement and repressed energy with every gentle caress of her hair and skin.

Nope. He didn’t think he had a chance in hell of convincing her he wasn’t fully focused and interested in what she was doing.

When the underside of Mary’s soft chin bumped the fully aroused and blood-bloated head of his shaft, electric currents jolted though him, made him moan and cry out.

When Mary merely winked at him, kissed the swollen head better, and returned to her torturous licking of the mousse, he fell back into the pillows with a cry.

He was in serious trouble.

Chapter Eleven

Mary felt the light, fluffy chocolate melt inside her mouth. Now this was heaven. A delicious stud—both literally and figuratively—laid out in front of her, totally at her mercy.

Wet dreams were made out of scenarios just like this.

As she finished the last of the mousse, and continued to lick the last remains of the chocolate dessert from his body, she seriously considered what to do.

Initially, she had planned to get dressed and leave when she woke up. She didn’t want to hang around for the inevitable “It’s-been-fun-but-let’s-call-it-a-day-I’ll-give-you-a-call” conversation. Certainly, Dominic would be well versed in that particular speech, yet even though she knew it was coming, she still didn’t want to hear it from his lips.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew it was one night of mind-blowing, absolutely fantastic sex. Yet deep inside, in a place she would never admit to, Dominic had touched her. He wasn’t some selfish, arrogant stud, who fucked for his own pleasure and not that of his partner.

He was a caring, sharing man who delighted in bringing pleasure to his partner. The fact that he was a Class A fuck merely made it that much better. Reality, however, was her small office and home back across the state. This sexual odyssey was more fantasy than reality. Very soon she would have to leave, before the polite but detached “It’s been fun” lecture came around.

Feeling sad, yet relieved at the same time, Mary continued licking Dominic’s now-sensitive skin. She clung to that relieved feeling. If they had decided on two nights, Sunday as well as Saturday, then she might have been fool enough to fall in love with the hunk.

She had no intention of joining the ranks of millions to give her heart to this man only to have it broken. Knowing Dominic as she now did, she knew he would never intentionally hurt a woman, but as her mother used to say, “hurt is hurt”, whether it was intentional or not.

Thrusting the somber thoughts aside—there would be plenty of time to wallow in self-pity when she got back home—Mary lightly traced her hands back up his chest. Reaching his nipples, her destination, she lightly flicked them.

“Oh shit, love. Do that again,” he moaned.

As requested, Mary toyed with his sensitive nipples as she nibbled and licked her way over his stomach, abs and up his chest.

Rubbing her lightly furred pussy over his straining erection, she gently kissed his mouth, relished the so-soft lips she was coming to crave.

Suddenly unsure whether to ask for what she was about to take, Mary gently continued to kiss him as she thought.

Should one ask a bound man for sex? Or simply take? What the hell is the etiquette in this sort of situation?

Thankfully, before she could think herself in circles, Dominic solved the problem for her.

“Shit, love. You’re killing me. If you don’t fuck me
right
now then my cock is going to explode all over you and you’ll have to start again.”

Mary laughed. “You know,” she started, breathlessly, “I was just wondering if I should ask, or simply take.”

“You can’t rape the willing, love. And let me assure you, I’m so willing I’m likely to burst the instant your sweet pussy closes around me.”

Mary smiled, far too busy lifting herself up over his large frame to bother with a reply.