Taryn held her breath to prevent herself from growling at Logan, the alpha of the local wolf pack to whom she’d sworn allegiance. As she was a tigress without a pride or family, Logan had insisted she pledge fealty to his pack when she’d moved into his territory.
She’d balked but he’d insisted, “It is not safe for a female shifter without a pride or pack to protect her. I will not have it.”
Her back had almost bowed at the dominance in his voice. Logan was a strong alpha male but she bowed to no one.
In the end she’d acquiesced because she’d been able to see the wisdom in his request. Logan had also seen her as a strong asset to his pack and allowed her to join his enforcers.
He shook his head once more as if she were an enigma. “I still find myself amazed at your ability to shift, Taryn,” Logan told her.
She sighed; they’d been through this many times in the last several months. “I’ve told you before, Logan, all females have the ability to shift; most just don’t have the ability to embrace the beast that lies within. Their animals sleep, it will not be an easy task to awaken them but it can be done.”
Taryn was weary of this conversation and the fact that Logan clearly did not believe her, despite the proof before his eyes of Taryn herself. He preferred to think she was an aberration rather than believe all females could learn to shift.
Taryn had been raised by an old Native American shifter who’d taken her in after her parents were killed by hunters. She’d only been three and the old man, a coyote breed, had taken her in as his own.
Ogden had treated her as he would any cub male or female and began teaching her to embrace her inner beast and learn to shift from the very beginning. Taryn hadn’t even realized most female breeds believed they couldn’t shift until the old man died when she was seventeen and she was on her own.
She’d traveled with a backpack and come in contact with other breeds for the first time. The things she’d learned had shocked her; the women were so subservient to their men, it made her uncomfortable.
Taryn was never in one place long, especially when there were shifter communities; she refused to bow and scrape to the males so they didn’t want her to stay. All assumed she couldn’t shift and Taryn often didn’t tell them different. Knowledge was power.
Logan and his pack were different; she’d trusted them from the first, smelling the integrity on them, which was why his next words shocked her to her core.
“I’ve invited a tiger shifter into our community,” he said as he studied her reaction carefully.
Her hackles raised and she hissed with an arch of her back as she stalked around the room. “Why?”
“Because you are a tigress in need of a mate,” Logan told her with no little exasperation. “The tiger breed is all but extinct, Taryn; you must renew your line. It is imperative to all of our people.”
“I need no mate!” she growled at the stubborn alpha, her bright blue eyes snapping with anger.
“You do! You’re in heat even now and my men are at a loss; they would try but all fear being disemboweled,” he told her ruefully.
Hearing the wolf males feared her mollified her slightly. “As they should.”
A dark, rich chuckle filled the air as a large man entered the room; she froze as the laugh seemed to roll through her in an invisible caress.
“Wolves cannot handle a tigress,” the man said matter-of-factly.
Taryn spun to face the man with another hiss, baring her fangs. “No male can handle a tigress!”
A feral smile crossed his face as stalked toward her, his green eyes glowing with purpose. “Not so, my little cat, a tiger can always tame his tigress.”
A yowl of outrage escaped her as her cat stretched within her in a bid for freedom, fangs slid forward, and her fingers itched as claws replaced her neatly manicured fingernails. “I’m not your little cat or your tigress,” Taryn told him, a growl filling her voice.
The man looked at Logan. “You were right, she’s magnificent!”
Something about this big male made her nervous and her cat was wary so she was also pissed. She wasn’t accustomed to this unsure feeling so she refused to give in to it.
“Do not speak about me as if I were not here,” she said in outrage.
A low rumbling growl escaped the tiger’s throat, rolling around her like an invisible caress that made her want to yowl in response. Instead she gave into the fear that was growing inside her, changing to her cat and leaping from the study window with another hiss of displeasure at the men.
Both men watched as the beautiful white tigress made her escape.
“Well?” Logan asked the tiger. “Liam?”
Liam inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent—a combination of cat, woman, fear, anger, and sweet feminine heat. A rumbling sound escaped him as he began to strip off his clothes.
Logan blinked when he realized he was hearing a purr.
“I will never be able to thank you enough, my friend,” Liam said with a toothy grin. “She is mine. My tigress… my mate.” He said the words almost reverently before he shifted and a huge Bengal tiger stood in his place.
The tiger gave him one soft chuff that almost sounded like laughter before he leapt out the window after his tigress.
Taryn landed smoothly before turning her sleek body toward the forest and taking off at a run. In her animal form she could speed through the trees, her feline body skirting around the trunks with grace as she ran.
She gave a low hiss when she heard the chuffing of the male entering the forest behind her, fighting her own instinct to yowl back in a combination of invitation and challenge. She growled softly instead, leaping onto a low-hanging branch and climbing high above the ground until she found a broad branch to lie across and hide.
Part of her wanted to greet the interloper of her territory in fierce battle but the wiser part of her recognized the male tiger would be larger and stronger than she and the risk was too great.
Not that Taryn believe the big male cat would hurt her, but he would mate her and once that happened she would be trapped; bound to man and beast for the rest of her life.
He was below her, calling out to her with a yowl of impatience. She pulled her large frame as tight into the tree as possible wishing not for the first time that she had the more subdued tones of a Bengal rather than the bright white and black of her stripes. The white did not blend well against trees or leaves; why hadn’t she picked a snowy territory to settle?
Suddenly the Bengal shifted and instead it was a large naked man staring up at her with impatient green eyes. “Come down here, little cat.”
Taryn narrowed her eyes and hissed.
“Are you afraid?” he asked in a taunting voice.
A growl was the only warning he got before she launched herself from the tree straight on top of the man.
He laughed, wrapping both arms around her body and twisting as he changed beneath her until it was the large male tiger she wrestled. Taryn hissed and clawed at the male trying to force her into submission.
He growled back, his mouth closing warningly over her throat. Taryn froze, unsure if he would rip out her throat. She wanted to fight and claw his belly but her female cat was ready to flip to her belly and lift her tail for the male. The yowl of female need that warbled out of her mouth was embarrassing.
While Taryn and her cat were one, she often fought the instincts that urged her to submit to strong males. She couldn’t allow herself to be lorded over by the males in the shifter world; they were stifling in their efforts to protect females.
She neither needed nor wanted protection.
He shifted above her. “Shift, little cat. Submit to your mate.”
Taryn shifted and immediately punched him as hard as she could. The big male’s head went back and he grunted but he stayed where he was, straddling her nude body.
He laughed, his green eyes sparkling with good humor. “Naughty little cat, now I will have to punish you.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed.
In response he simply sat up, bringing her with him as he leaned his back against the tree and tossed her across his naked thighs.
Taryn’s eyes widened in alarm as her hands were caught in one big hand in the small of her back and one heavy thigh came down over hers to pin her in place.
“You can’t do this!” she wailed in outrage as his large palm came down hard on her upturned bottom, showing her indeed he could.
“Naughty little mates end up with sore little bottoms,” he told her matter-of-factly as his hand landed again and again in a barrage of swats that left her gasping.
“Bastard!” she screamed; his hand began to fall even harder.
“Tsk, tsk, it seems my little cat is looking for a sore backside inside and out,” he said, making her gasp as his fingers slid effortlessly between her bottom cheeks and she felt the tip of one broad finger pressing against the shy little rosebud of her ass.
“What are you doing?” Taryn asked in horror.
“Teaching you what happens when you call your mate names, little cat; you may call me Master… or Liam,” Liam told her as his finger breached her ass even as her muscles tried to keep him out.
“Ooooh,” she cried out as his finger began to work in and out of her ass, punishing her and yet there was pleasure beginning to intermingle with the pain. Taryn closed her eyes at the moisture beginning to gather between her thighs.
She panted as he released her wrists and his hand slipped beneath her body and his fingers found her throbbing clit.
“You will come for me, Taryn,” he commanded as his finger continued to move in and out of her ass and his other fingers worked her needy clit.
“Nooo… I… ooooohoooooo,” she cried, her body spasming as a long finger slipped deep inside her wet sheath and his fingers began to work in tandem, bringing her quickly to a shattering climax that left her whimpering across his lap.
Liam lifted her to her knees and pressed her chest to the ground as he moved behind her; her ass was sore both inside and out just as he’d promised and her insides quivered with liquid heat and need.
She no longer cared that she was submitting to this male, she needed to feel him deep inside of her, she craved him more than her next breath. Taryn spread her legs in invitation as she looked at him over her shoulder. “Please.”
His hands came down to palm her sore ass cheeks and spread her wide as he rose over her; she shuddered when she felt the broad head of his cock pressing against her weeping slit.
As he pressed inside, taking her to the hilt with one hard thrust, they both groaned. The feel of his thick cock stretching her tender unused muscles without mercy was a mixture of pleasure and pain that was almost too sweet to be borne.
He began to pump in and out of her hard as his lips made their way up her spine. “Do you like the feel of my hard cock stretching you open and making you take me as I please, little cat?”
“Yes!!” she cried, all thoughts of pride and refusing him gone in the haze of her need.
Liam’s arms snaked around her and lifted her against his chest as she cried out with each hard thrust. One hand cupped her breast, tweaking the hard nipple as his other hand slipped between her wet thighs and caught her clit between two fingers.
Taryn’s head began to thrash against his chest. “Please… more… harder… deeper,” she begged.
“With pleasure, mate,” he told her as his teeth closed over her shoulder, sinking deep as he took her hard, giving her everything as he shafted in and out of her tight sheath relentlessly. Each thrust of his cock pressed against her clit and forced it back across the fingers riding it until with a scream her body locked down on his milking cock as if she would wring every last bit of seed from his body.
Liam gave a hoarse shout of pleasure as he emptied into her then began to lap at the bite on her shoulder as if to soothe the little injury. Taryn came again as he pulled free of her body, turning her to face him as he laid them both in a bed of grass and curled around her.
Taryn gave a sigh of surrender as she sank into the welcoming heat of her mate’s body, sheltering her from the cold.
His rumbling purr vibrated against her neck and filled her senses, and a soft raspy purr rose from her own chest, the sounds seeming to twine together as the mated pair slept.
Heartbeat to Heartbeat
“Have you been a naughty girl?”
I shiver as your voice comes across the phone line and it’s as if I feel it whispering across the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, afraid if I speak too loudly the moment will be lost. “I’ve been very naughty,” I tell you breathlessly.
You click your tongue disapprovingly. “What am I to do with such a naughty little girl?”
“Punish me?” I ask as everything inside me tightens with a need for you to do just that. I ache for your attention with a desire that can’t be denied, the moisture of the need already dampening the gusset of my panties.
The insistent throb of my clit matches the pulse fluttering at my throat as I wait for your decision.
“Naughty girls get very red sore bottoms,” you tell me sternly.
“Yes, sir,” I reply, the words sounding thick and raspy.
“Get the bath brush,” you say to me firmly.
I hurry to comply with your instruction, knowing to dally will only make it worse. In the bathroom I take hold of the long thick wooden brush, knowing it packs a wallop even when delivered by my own hand.
“I have it.” My voice comes out in almost a squeak as my bottom clenches reflexively and the wetness begins to drip to the top of my inner thighs.
“Take off all of your clothes then bend over and brace yourself on the edge of the bathtub.”
I shiver as I comply with your command, my heavy breasts swaying over the edge of the bathtub.
“Yes, sir.” I am breathless with the fear of what is to come as well is with the almost desperate anticipation of it. I want and need your discipline so badly.
“I want ten hard swats to your left sit spot. Each one in the exact same spot and I want to hear them.” Your voice brooks no argument.
I take a deep breath as I place the phone on the edge of the tub next to where my hand is braced and hit the speaker button. The first swat lands hard and I gasp.
“Harder. That one doesn’t count.”
I groan but immediately comply, gritting my teeth as I deliver another blow to my own quivering posterior.
Following your commands, I give myself ten searing swats to the same place on my left sit spot.
“Now. Ten more in the same place, harder this time,” you command.
I whine in protest as my clit swells even more with the instruction and my arousal is dripping down my thighs.
Ten more swats harder than the first ten land leaving a blistering heat in their wake. I am breathing heavy from both the exertion and the pain.
When you instruct me to repeat the process on my right cheek, I am both relieved and anxious.
When it is finished, my bottom is on fire; your displeasure with my behavior feels as if it has been tattooed across my sit spots.
“Now back to your bedroom. I believe we will finish with twenty strokes of your belt to that naughty bottom. I want each stroke to land across your well-paddled sit spots. You will do ten strokes from the left side and ten from the right.”
“But, sir.” I can’t keep the little whine of complaint from my voice.
“Are you arguing with me about your punishment?” you ask, your voice deceptively soft.
“No, sir,” I say as I hurry to fetch the thick leather belt from my closet and bend across the foot of my bed, laying the phone near my face so you can hear everything.
“I’m ready, sir,” I say submissively.
“Begin.” At the command, I swing the belt toward my already sore bottom, hissing as it connects rather spectacularly. I methodically lay nine more strokes over the top of the first, ensuring that each swing of the belt is true and hard enough that you can hear the whistle of it just before it connects.
“Good girl. Let’s get the last ten done,” you tell me, your voice filled with the dark tenderness that promises a reward for a punishment well delivered.
I deliver the last ten strokes, a lone tear sliding down my cheek as the last line of fire is laid across my throbbing backside.
“Is your punishment chair in the corner?” you ask me.
“Yes, sir,” I tell you breathlessly as I study the fuck chair, the tip of the dildo barely showing through the hole in the middle of the chair. I had attached the longest, thickest vibrator in my collection under your instruction earlier with the clit stimulator at the base. You held the remote controller for the contraption that worked on my Wi-Fi.
When we couldn’t be together, it enabled you to give me exactly what you wanted to, effectively snatching away all my control as I could only hang on to the back of the chair and take everything you gave me.
“Are you wet for my cock?” you ask.
My core clenches hard at your question. “Yes, sir.”
“Mount up,” you instruct and I straddle the chair until the tip of the dildo rests just outside my entrance, making me moan eagerly at the feel of it. “Can you feel me?”
“Yes, please!” I moan loudly as I grip the back of the chair, the hard wood pressing uncompromisingly against my sore bottom.
“Are you sure?” you ask, as I hear a slight whir and the tip barely presses up then retreats.
“Oh, please… please, sir… please, I need your cock… please…” I chant.
You reward me by turning it on high and it slams inside me to the hilt with the first thrust, not giving my inner walls time to grow accustomed to it before it begins thrusting in and out of me in long hard strokes. The clit stimulator rides my clit with every inward thrust; even though the vibrating function has not yet been turned on, my pleasure quickly builds.
“I’m going to come!” I cry out.
“Not without permission. If you come before I give you permission, we will start the whole punishment from the beginning,” you warn me.
I gasp, holding myself still as the thick dildo pistons in and out of me mercilessly then the vibrator starts and you change the rhythm so it’s grinding high inside me as the little vibrator rides my clit.
“Siiirrrrrr!” I wail as it builds inside me, knowing I won’t be able to keep myself from hurtling into space.
“Do you want to come?” you ask me.
“Yes!” I gasp, writhing on the chair. “Please, sir… please!”
I explode with the command hurtling into orbit as the dildo continues to ride high inside me, driving me from one orgasm straight into another and then another until I fragment into a million pieces with a final scream of pleasure.
The dildo withdraws completely and turns off; I lay collapsed over the back of the chair as I catch my breath and come back to myself, to you.
“That’s my good girl. Can you make it to the bed?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper softly.
“Then come lie down with me.”
I happily comply as I cuddle against a pillow in my bed and you talk softly to me until I fall asleep.
I am comforted by your voice. I feel your touch across the miles and know it’s only a matter of time until I am resting against your body… heartbeat to heartbeat where I belong.
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