Shifter Domination Complete Set

She makes a noise at the back of her throat the is out of her control and he smiles into their kiss. Even with her limited experience in anything regarding kissing, she knows enough to open her mouth so she does. Oh. He tastes like mint and something burning, sweet and consuming. He licks into her mouth, aggressive and demanding, hands clenching tight on her body to keep her from moving, fingers rubbing her ear and clutching her ass. She feels like her body is on fire, heat coiling in her core, awakening every nerve ending in her body.

She doesn't understand what's going on, why he's doing this. He's never showed interested in her before, never touched her beyond the casual brush of her ears and friendly arm around her shoulders. She doesn't know what's brought about this sudden change and she doesn't have time to think about it, not with him lifting her and pushing her up onto the counter, breaking their kiss to drag his mouth wetly down her neck and nestle his nose in the dip of her collarbone. His breath is warm against her skin and makes her shudder.

"Master?" she tries again, except the word leaves her lips in a sort of shivering moan that only makes him suck her neck harder, drawing blood to the surface and leaving a bruise the size of his mouth on her skin.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that," he growls and she cries his name again, confused. "You've grown so prettily, pet," he says. "Perfect little kitten," he growls.

His pet names for her gives her pause but she is quickly distracted by the way his tongue licks over her skin. It's not like she's never thought of kissing him before. Master Darius is an incredibly attractive werewolf. She sees his faces on magazines and newspapers, sees him listed as one of the most eligible bachelors. When she was younger, she thought the infatuation would fade. She had a crush on her French tutor a few years ago and that faded too. Pierre had an accent that would make her toes curl and greets her with a kiss on the back of her hand when he comes in the evening. Master Darius had sent him away without an explanation one day and at first she was upset, but after a while, she no longer missed him.

She wonders if that would happen to her feelings towards Master Darius too, if she would lose interest in her Master when he leaves her. The mere thought of him leaving her feels like a stab through her heart and she's brought back to the present by a particular hard nip of his teeth against her skin.

"What- what're you doing, Master?" she asks, afraid and excited all at once because she has never even kissed a man before now and the way he's undoing the buttons on her blouse warns her that he is looking to do so much more than press their lips together. "Master?" her voice is shrill and she's shivering a little.

"You're shirt has too many buttons, pet," he says and his claws come out, slashing neatly down the threads holding the buttons to her shirt and they fall into her lap and onto the floor.

She gets to her senses when he begins yanking her blouse off, popping the last two buttons free and tearing the blouse at the seams in his haste. "Wait- wait, Master," she cries out. She's not wearing anything underneath her blouse.

"I don't want to wait," he growls, tugging her skirt off, ripping it at the seams when it doesn't come off straight away. His gaze pauses at the chains locking her feet together. He grins with a predator-like ferocity that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. "Look at these," she rumbles, clenching the middle chain in his grip and tugging a little, like he's trying to test how strong the metal links are.

She's too busy wrapping her arms around her naked breasts and clenching the little torn pieces of clothing to her skin to do anything except watch as he closes their distance again.

"You're lovely, aren't you? Lovely and sweet and all mine," he hums against her neck, expert, insistent hands rubbing up and down her naked back.

His normally crisp scent of pine is heady now, making her head spin a little. She had always assumed that he would find a wife eventually and she would have to move out or be surrendered into a facility for shifters like her, that he would tire of taking care of her. Never in her wildest dreams has she ever dared to imagine he would want her like this, be so desperately to mark her up that he is kissing and sucking bruises around her neck.

"Sweet little thing," he rumbles, planting a kiss on her soft breast and trailing the kisses lower and lower.

"Master Darius," she whimpers. "What're you doing?" her breath hitches when she feels his hands ghosting over her thighs, lifting her hips and pushing her firmly deeper onto the counter. She moans a little as he shift

s and she can actually scent his arousal, heady and musky.

"I'm kissing you, pet," he says, pulling her arms away from where she is covering her breasts and curling them around his neck, guiding her to hold onto him. "I'm going to kiss every inch of you and once you're nice and wet, I'm going to make love to you."

"You are?" she squeaks, cheeks burning.

He nods, standing tall between her parted legs in front of her, so tall and handsome that she can hardly stand to look at him without feeling like she's staring at the sun. She looks down and covers herself between her legs, blushing brightly.

"Don't be shy, pet," he says, pinching her chin between his forefinger and thumb to pull her attention back to him. "You're the loveliest thing I've ever seen, kitten."

"I am?" she whispers, feeling breathless. That can't possible be true. She sees him on the TV walking around with beautiful women all the time. His words feel entirely sincere and she can't help but want to believe. It feels too surreal. Maybe this is just a really nice dream and she'll wake up any time now. Her hands are holding onto the back of his shirt so tightly that she hears the material stretching. His palms are warm on the small of her back, bare skin touching her own and her back arches, pressing her breasts up until her nipples are brushing against her own fingers. "Oh," she whimpers, clutching desperately at his shoulders.

He chuckles and pulls her closer until their bodies are flushed against one another, so close that it is impossible to see where one ends and the other begins. She can feel his heart beating against her own, a steady thud-thud-thud that she finds completely unfair because her own heartbeat is erratic and too fast.

"Master Darius?" she whispers, voice trembling as she peers up at him through her lashes.

He kisses again, as if just the sound of her voice is enough to make him lose control or maybe he's just trying to silence her by licking into her mouth, tasting every inch of her as his hand moves around her back to grasp the base of her tail, tugging up the length of her tail until he is gripping the middle. It feels weird, like hearing a nail scratch a blackboard. She shivers from how odd it feels and whimpers.

"Master Darius, please- please don't pull my tail," she whimpers, her breath hissing out through clenched teeth as she pulls back abruptly, twisting to grip the base of her tail.

"Why not, hmm?" he teases, tugging it deliebrately.

She lets out a startled yelp as tears begin to burn her eyes, blurring her sight. He's behaving so oddly today. He's never pulled her tail. "Master- Master, please," she whimpers, twisting and struggling to tug her tail free.

He lets go and she breathes a sigh of relief that is short-lived as he pins her in place with an arm around her torso, trapping her hands to her sides and pushing her flush against his body. His free hand grabs her ass, pushing her up so that he's rubbing against his hips, an intimidating hardness pressing up between her legs through the leather pants he's wearing. "You like me, don't you, pet?" he asks.

She blushes, cheeks burning so hotly that she's a little worried she would catch on fire. She nods, a quick demure tip of her head that makes him chuckle.

"Innocent little kit, aren't you?" he teases. "Have you ever touched yourself before?" he asks and it's such a personal, intimate question that she can't help it when her face heated up even more. She shakes her head a little, a quick left and right before looking back down, feeling completely out of her depth already. Her hands are folded in front of her between her legs, trying to hide herself as much as possible even though she knows she's quickly losing the battle. It hardly seems fair that she's no longer wearing anything at all while he's still fully dressed.