I’m wearing the little black dress he bought me. Fitted, short, not something I would have picked out for myself. But I feel good in it, my hair falling in soft curls, diamond earrings hanging low, and my silver strappy kitten heels make me appear slightly taller.
It's my birthday, I chose the day, and the place. We are at an upscale riverfront hotel. The ripples on the water cast reflections across the hotel bar's ceiling.
“Are you going to do as you're told?” My husband's tone is serious, flat, and commanding. I nod, averting my eyes to the man at the bar.
“Good girl. Now, go right up to him and say exactly what I told you. Understand?” Another head nod, my pulse drumming in my ear.
I stand frozen, staring at the man; he’s imposing, big. A huge lump forms in my throat, and my mouth is dry.
“This is what you wanted right,” my husband murmurs close to my ear. I look back at him and manage a small smile and another nod. He puts both hands on the small of my back and pushes me toward the bar.
My feet are moving, and he’s getting closer, but I’m outside of my body, watching. I’m next to him. He takes a swig of his beer, but it only takes a second for him to notice me and look up, smiling.
“Hello, beautiful,” he breathes, his voice melodic and sweet. It makes me smile and relax immediately. I’m thankful, because I’m not sure I’ve drawn a breath for several minutes.
I smile awkwardly and look back over my shoulder at my man, who's glaring at me with a wicked grin, dragging his teeth across his bottom lip. My breath hitches.
I turn back to the man at the bar, I stumble a bit before finally just spitting out in rapid succession, “I’ve been told that I’m to have sex with you, and to give you this.” I hand him my room key and exhale sharply.
He furrows his brows, but doesn’t take his eyes off me. After a moment, he glances around the room. He tucks a random stand of my hair behind my ear and leans in subtly.
“Are you okay, baby?” His hand was resting on my shoulder. “Are you safe,” he whispers.
Oh my God, I was nervous about all this, admittedly, but now I’m intrigued. He’s sexy, he appears to care about me, and I get to fuck him?! Well, that’s if he’s amenable. God damn, did I just hit the jackpot?
He leans back and meets my gaze again. I can’t help but smile. I nod, “I’m fine, I want to,” I say a little sheepishly.
His smile widens. He cocks his head, eyes narrowing, “What's your name?”
“El,” I mutter quickly, catching myself immediately. Fuck, no names. My chest tightens.
Damn, this was unexpected, El, but fuck, okay. So, ah… how does this work exactly,” he asks, glancing around over my shoulder again.
“He’ll be there,” I explained, but it’s just you and me,” I assured, my breath a little shaken.
He raises his eyebrows and scans my face, and then slowly looks me over, drinking me in. He’s interested; clearly, he hasn’t shut it down. I hold my breath.
“It’s not typically my thing,” he starts, and my heart sinks, and I swallow hard. “But fuck baby, how can I turn down an opportunity like this,” he grins. “So now what?”
“Give me fifteen minutes and come upstairs.“ I turn to walk away, and his hand gently slides around my upper arm, stopping me. I catch my husband’s disapproval but still turn back around.
“Hey…look at me,” he says gently. “If anything feels wrong, you tap me three times. That’s it. I won’t ask questions. I’ll handle the rest, and I won’t leave you by yourself. I’ve got you.” His eyes are gentle.
He stares intently into my eyes, and it crosses my mind that while my husband refers to him as a stud, perhaps this man sees himself as my protector and my husband, not a cuck, but a wolf.
“See you in fifteen minutes,” I smile, an excitement creeping through me. As I turn back around, my smile fades, and my husband stands up, his expression unreadable, and walks away toward the elevators.
I sneak in with him just as the doors close. My chest tightens as he quickly and without warning grabs me by the shoulder and backs me against the wall forcefully. “I may have agreed to this, but don't you forget who you belong to. Understand me,” he spits, heat pouring over me. “And no fucking names,” his words pouring out slowly, each one hitting my chest sharply.
I nod, trying to swallow. He releases his grip and pulls me in and kisses me gently, but my heart is still pounding. I take a deep breath as he leads me out of the elevator and to the room.
He shuts the door behind us and tells me to change, and nods suggestively at the bathroom.
Inside, on the bathroom vanity, is a very sexy little white lace lingerie bra and panty set. I put them on; they fit perfectly. I freshen up my makeup and fix my hair. I come out, and he’s sitting in the darkened corner in a chair.
I point at the bed, and he nods. Next to the bed are several items laid out in a line: lubricant, condoms, and a large silicone plug. I look at my man, and he raises his eyebrows but says nothing.
I hear the unmistakable electric click of the keycard, the mechanical sound of the lock releasing, and the door slides open. He’s standing there, my protector, and I roll to my side toward him and mouth keep your eyes on me. He grins and walks toward me.
“That won’t be a problem,” he whispers as I rise on my knees to meet him at the edge of the bed.
“God damn baby, you look fucking sexy as hell.” He exhales hard, grabs me around my waist, and sets off every nerve in my body all at once. He pulls me in and kisses me fully and with a passion I’m unfamiliar with, and I sink into it deeply.
His mouth moves down my neck and softly pulls the lace shoulder strap to the side, exposing my chest. His hands cupping and fingers twisting around each breast, his tongue warm and wet on my skin.
He tenderly pushes me back onto the thick white comforter, kissing me down to my abdomen. Pulling my legs to the edge of the bed, he kneels on the floor between them.
I am completely absorbed by him and flooded with heat before he touches me between my thighs. He stares at me, and I at him. He takes his palms and glides them smoothly up my legs, slowly sending chills, and when his tongue finally circles my clit, he drives me so completely wild I hardly remember my husband is in the room with us.
His mouth and fingers are deliberate, experienced, and I arch my back into him. He crawls up onto the bed and over me, reaching out for the bedside drawer. He opens it, knocks the lubricant and toys into it, shuts it, and grabs a condom.
“We won’t be needing any of that, baby,” he winks as he hovers over me, securing the condom on his erection. He's slightly bigger than my husband, above average, but it's the thickness that's got the thought of him inside driving me wild. He lowers himself slowly, his weight pressing against my chest and my hips.
He nestles his head in my neck and whispers in my ear, “If you were mine, I’d never let another man touch you.” He gently slides into me and steals all the air in my lungs, making me gasp. “I mean, unless this is really what you wanted,” he breathes heavily as he rhythmically lifts and presses into me again and again.
I catch a glimpse of my husband, legs crossed, arms resting on the chair, his eyes are like daggers on me. My body tenses, and he wags his finger at me. I catch his meaning right away. I’m crossing a line, I’m getting too close. We have a very strict script, we pored over it again and again. My man knows my body, my soft moans, the arch of my back, and I’m not allowed to finish yet. Not until he says so. He points at the bedside table, indicating what he wants next.
I subtly start to move, and my protector slows and stops, allowing me to roll over onto my hands and knees.
I reach over and pull out the lubricant and the plug. He smiles, mouthing good girl. I lean back, handing my stud the plug, telling him how I want him to take me. My husband made it very clear he wanted to see me take it from behind.
“Are you sure baby,” he murmurs low in my ear.
“I'm sure.” I hand him the lubricant and settle into position. The oil hits at the arch of my back, dripping down, his fingers gliding it down between my legs and into my slit. The smell of strawberry oil fills the air as he begins, gently and slowly. I squeal before I can stop myself as the plug's tip is already pushing me painfully past my comfort zone.
I look to my husband expecting reassurance, but all I can see is his impatience. It’s not enough; he wants more.
I rise to my knees and tilt my head back so I can whisper in my stud's ear, “I don’t need gentle, you already have my permission, if you’re going to touch what’s his, you better act like you know he’s letting you.”
I can feel his energy change, and he pushes my shoulders back down, grabs my hips, pulling them up high, and whatever restraint he had was now gone. He's everywhere all at once, his rock-hard erection plunging deep in my wet core, while he works the plug in and out. Both holes stretch as he unleashes a primal energy on me, making my body quiver.
I know my husband is satisfied because when I plead with my eyes in his direction, he doesn’t stop me from finishing. I cry out with pleasure mixed with the sharp edge of pain as my stud slowly removes the plug. He slowly moves inside me, stretching me even further; he reaches around and sinks two fingers into my wet core, and then finishes deep within me as my body contracts around him.
I don’t need to look over to know my man is pleased. Relief washes over me, the kind that gets rewarded for being the good girl he deserves and doing exactly what was expected of me.
After the stud leaves and I'm lying in bed, my husband walks in with a huge smile and a slice of birthday cake with a lit candle. He sings " Happy Birthday " and kisses my forehead. Who needs a protector when you already have a wolf watching over you? This girl wants to have her cake and eat it too. And don't expect me to apologize for being hungry.
