Page 49 of Knife Volume 2

And then came the dire wolf trick she’d learned a few nights after they’d returned home from North Carolina. Regular wolves can alter the size of their dicks, but have to keep the same mass. The magic of the dire wolf allows their wolves to weigh more than the human, and the same magic worked for their dicks.

He went wide and long, as big around as a Pringles can, and a little longer — and used his thighs and abs to mercilessly piston in and out with every ounce of speed and strength he could muster.

Everyone outside, even the humans, would hear every scream while he reamed her hole. When her arms collapsed and she fell to knees and chest, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back, shoved her legs wide, and buried his face between her thighs. He sucked her clit into his mouth, bit down hard enough to make her arch off the bed, then licked and sucked and devoured her until she came screaming his name.

He didn’t stop.

He kept her legs spread obscenely wide and worked her through orgasm after orgasm, fingers buried in her cunt, tongue and teeth working her clit until she was shaking and sobbing, the vest still on her back like a brand.

Only when she was a wrecked, dripping mess did he rise up, line up, and slam into her cunt. He fucked her like an animal while she wore his name on her back and screamed for him.

When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her with long, thick pulses, groaning her name like a prayer and a curse all at once.

Chapter 20

Tuesday wanted to argue when he pressed a wide-damned butt plug inside her the next morning to hold his jizz inside, with a gruff, “You’ll wear it until we get home.”

But it was kind of hot. Plus, she’d agreed he had dominion over her in all things sex. They’d need to discuss the butt plug thing if he wanted her to wear one around her family, but for a bike ride home, she couldn’t really argue it, because she had a feeling the engine’s vibrations were going to do all kinds of interesting things.

And she wasn’t wrong. They went back a different way than they came, taking Lookout Mountain Parkway, riding past Cloudland Canyon, traveling along the west rim of Lookout Mountain nearly all the way to the end. Every curve, every increase in RPMs, every time he hit the brakes… fuck, but she felt it in her asshole.

And then the things he said, forcing her to negotiate a power-exchange scene with her asshole twitching and spasming around a plug while her legs straddled a nearly hundred-horsepower vibrator.

“I want a long scene,” he told her. “Power exchange starts when we pull into the garage and ends an hour before I leave for work Wednesday evening. Three solid days.”

“You already own me for sex. How will this be different?”

“I’ll own you every damned second, for everything. Not just sex. You’ll wear wrist and ankle cuffs the entire time. You’ll eat what I want you to eat, when I allow it. Bound however I want, as long as I want. You’ll ask permission to leave my presence, and that includes going to the bathroom. You’ll kneel when told, the very second the order is given, no matter what we’re doing. You’ll instantly hush when told to, even if you desperately want to get your point out. You’ll use Sir every time you speak.”

“I got the idea you were more about the sadism than the TPE stuff.”

“Oh, I am. I never want a girlfriend I have to manage, but for short spurts? Totally does it for me, but only when I’m in the mood.”

“Clearly, claiming me in front of your brothers brought out the caveman in you.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. More than I expected. You on board with my plan?”

“Only because I trust you to feed me and give me orgasms. If you don’t do those things, I probably won’t agree to it again.”

Another chuckle came through the helmet’s speaker. “Topping from the bottom, little painslut?”

“I’m more painslut than submissive. I told you that from the beginning. I love you and trust you to make it good though, so yeah, I’m on board.”

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Tuesday was ordered to undress in the garage the instant she got off the bike. The warm evening air kissed her skin as she stripped.

She’d barely folded her clothes on the workbench when he growled out, “Knees.”

A single word, and it wasn’t a request. She dropped to her knees on the concrete, heart racing, pussy throbbing with anticipation.

Knife put their helmets up, set the comms on the chargers, and unfastened his jeans on the walk back to her. His heavy riding boots on the concrete in conjunction with the zipper’s sound made her stomach do a slow flip.

“Grab your elbows behind your back and open your mouth, little painslut.”

She hated following orders. He didn’t have to say it. He knew she’d open her mouth for him.

But she figured there’d be a lot of orders in the next three days. Based on what he’d said, she got the feeling it was kind of the point. Matty had shown up smelling of massive bruising the week before, and she’d pulled him aside to check on him. He nearly always smells like he’s been played with, but this was a lot more.