“You’ve not seen the best part, baby,” he said, taking her hand and leading her away from the attic.”
“Where are we going?” she asked.
He didn’t speak as he led her to the kitchen. When he opened the door leading to the garden she froze. Being na**d inside the house was different from going outside in the open.
“I can’t go out there, Sir.” She bowed her head so he’d see she didn’t mean any disrespect.
“Dawn, we’re over twenty miles from the nearest house. We’re totally alone, and you don’t need to worry about a thing.” He tugged on her hand and wrapped the other around her. “Do you really think I’d let anyone else see you naked?” He took her mouth, plunging his tongue within.
She moaned, opening up to him.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
Opening her eyes, which she’d closed during his kiss, she stared at him. “Yes.”
“Good.” He stepped out into the open. She followed him feeling the slight chill in the air.
“There’s going to be a storm soon,” she said.
“I know.”
He led the way down the path, and when they got to the stoned path, Daniel picked her up in his arms to carry her across.
She let out a squeal, shocked by his strength.
He’s an alpha. Of course he can lift you.
“I don’t feel pain, remember,” she said, laughing.
“I know, but I don’t want to watch you walking across the stones.” He placed her back on her feet once they were on the grass. Daniel took the lead once again walking toward the edge of the water feature. The beauty of the water falling captured her attention. She wondered what it would be like to stand in the water and have it wash over her. Dawn didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until Daniel spoke.
“Another time,” he said, kissing her. He took her past some of the trees and turned left. She didn’t have a clue where they were going, and she didn’t care.
Through the cover of trees she saw the small cabin. Daniel walked up the steps, keeping her with him. He took out a key, unlocking the door for her to enter. Again, he flicked the light switch on, bringing light to the dark room. There were no windows, and the privacy was welcome. She rubbed the chill from her arms, even though the weather didn’t bother her.
“This is my playroom. I guess it’s a play cabin. This is where I train on the equipment. I never want to hurt my submissive.”
“Have you brought a submissive here?” she asked, staring at the room similar to the one in Kinkster’s. She never thought he’d have a playroom close to the house. Her pu**y grew wet at the sight before her.
“Yes, I’ve brought submissives here. I never expected to find my mate. Since I’ve met you, there hasn’t been any other woman for me.” She turned around and saw him standing with his arms folded. Every time he folded his arms, she was drawn to the thickness of his arms. There was nothing timid or tame about him.
“There’ve been no other men for me either.” She wasn’t upset that he’d brought other women here. There was no reason for her to be jealous or angry. “Am I your exclusive submissive?” She was putting herself out there even with her problems.
Chapter Seven
“Yes, you’re my only submissive, and you’ve been a little disobedient today,” he said, stepping up close to her. She looked up at him and smiled. Her smile had his gut twisting. He couldn’t lose her. She hadn’t opened up about her mother, but she’d told him the truth about her past. Her wolf was happy with the admissions as well. It was a start for both of them.
In time, Daniel knew he could get her to trust him. Whatever her concern was about her mother, he knew it was possibly the cause of her problem. Female wolves were supposed to be maternal, caring for their young. The way Dawn reacted, he doubted she was ever comforted by her mother. The way she reacted to him combing her hair this morning was another clue. She’d stayed perfectly still, obviously loving the feel of his fingers running through her hair. Did she know how she’d moaned and when he took a little time between strokes, she’d whimpered as if he left her? There was so much going on inside her head, and Daniel knew there was a lot of work ahead of him.
“Present to me,” he said, watching her go to her knees, opening them wide for him to see her pu**y. He took a seat in front of her, far enough away to see the lips of her sex glistening. She was truly beautiful. His dark, submissive beauty waiting for him to punish her.
His c**k thickened, making it uncomfortable for him. He moved in his seat in an attempt to relieve the ache in his pants.
“Several times you addressed me without using my title.” He stared around the room, wondering what he should do to tease her.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said.
“Good, I don’t need to hear your apologies. You’re going to be punished, but I believe you’ve been pushing me to use my hand on you.” He ran a finger across his lip, curious as to what he should do. This was their first time truly alone with many toys at his disposal. In the club they may have seemed alone, but in truth, they were never alone. His pack would have come to her if she showed any signs of distress. They knew he had struggled not to claim her, and he’d asked Jake to interfere if it ever came down to it. Fortunately, it never happened as he’d always been in control. This time, he was in complete control of her, and she was at his mercy.
“What is your safe word?” he asked.
“Red.”
“Good. Do not use it unless you wish the scene to end. You know how to get me to slow down, so I expect you to caution me when I’m going too far.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He doubted she’d ever use a caution or a safe word during a scene, and that alone concerned him. “I want you to get up and go to the bed. Lie down on your back and open your thighs wide.”
She did as he instructed. He admired the rounded curves of her ass as she moved away from him. Fuck, she made him ache with need.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Daniel moved to his display of toys. He had a selection of whips, canes, and paddles. He personally liked the cane. A long strip of leather with a small loop at the end was his favorite. He loved the sound of it as he brought it down on her flesh. The other tool he liked to use was his hand. The sting of his palm let him know that he was punishing his submissive properly. The last thing he needed was for his submissive to believe he was getting weak.