Daddy’s play time

Jared POV 

I felt relief flood through me. I wanted her to want what I wanted and I was grateful that she did but I composed myself before I let my emotions run wild.

 I still had to tell her the rules.

I straightened my back and took a deep breath before beginning, "Alright then, Zina. First things first, when we get into my playroom you are to address me as Alpha, Master, or Daddy, whichever one you prefer, though, I prefer Daddy most of all. Do not call me Jared. I will instantly punish you, without warning. Do you understand?"

Seeing her eyes widened, she nodded and I watched several emotions cross her features but I continued,

"Second, do not look me in the eyes unless I ask you

to. Do you understand? Your eyes are to be on the

floor."

She, again, nodded and I could see the gears in her mind working to retain the information but there was still more to come. "Third, I need you to listen to every command I give you. If you do not listen the first time I will instantly punish you. And the only thing to save you from punishment will be a safe word. Do you understand?"

Her lips parted as if to speak but only nodded again so I continued.

"Fourth, do not speak unless I instruct you to. Do you understand?"

I watched as she took her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.

"Finally, I need you to come up with a safe word. It seems that I am the first dominant you've ever been with so I doubt you're ready for everything I have planned for you tonight. Think of a safe word now, Zina."

I gave her a moment to think then asked, "Do you have one?" She nodded, smiled, and whispered, "Muffins."

I smiled at the innocence of the word but made my expression stern again.

"Can you remember that? It's very important you don't forget your safe word. If at any moment you can't take any more I need you to immediately call out that word. At that moment I will stop what I am doing and give you a moment to collect yourself and we will assess how you feel. At this moment I will allow you to speak freely to let me know what and how you're feeling. Do you understand?"

She nodded, still smiling but I could see her hands were shaking, hopefully in anticipation.

I brought my hand down from her face and traced down her throat, sliding my fingers over her shoulders. I was so ready for all of this skin to be covered in hickeys. 

I was so ready to mark her.

 

To make her mine.

"Is there anything at all that you're against? Any names you don't want me to call you? Any part of your body you don't want me to hit, spank, or slap? Anything you don't think you'll be comfortable with? Because once we go into my playroom I will not allow you to speak unless I tell you to do so unless it is your safe word. I will have my way with you and you will take everything I give you. Tell me now if there's anything you feel uncomfortable doing."

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean? Give me an example."

"Slut," I knew she didn't mind that word but added it just in case, "whore, bitch, cum bucket, fuck toy. Do these words or any words like these bother you?"

She thought for a moment and shook her head. I was pleased to see she had a humiliation kink as I enjoyed thinking of her as my slut and was all too happy to say it out loud.

"Would you be uncomfortable if I slapped your cheeks? Your pussy? Your thighs?" She blushed at the harshness of my words and I couldn't help but smirk at the innocence of it.

"No, I don't think I will mind," she whispered. I ran my hand back up to her neck and lightly squeezed the sides, hindering only blood flow, not airflow, "Does this bother you?"

"No," she moaned, her eyes still on mine.

I growled and pulled her to me by the back of her neck, crushing my lips to hers.

She complied, bringing her hands up into my hairband lightly scratching my scalp. She moaned into my mouth and I sucked in her bottom lip, biting it gently.

 

I pulled away, placing one last quick kiss to her bruised lips, and turned, "Grab those waters. We will be needing them," I stated, walking from the kitchen and up the stairs.

Standing in front of the seemingly innocent white door, I punched in a code and pushed the handle down, opening the door a crack.

"Do you remember the rules, Zina?" I asked her.

She nodded, her eyes glued to the door. I could see that she was curious but ready for what was on the other side.

I grabbed her chin and forcefully turned her face to look up at me, "Do you remember your safe word? Remind me of what it is."I commanded.

I remembered what it was but I needed to know that she did. She could forget all of the rules but the one thing she couldn't forget was her safe word. Once I go into this room I am no longer Jared, the sweet and caring wolf. I am Dom: a commanding and ruthless dominant who only wants and expects total submission. And only Zinas' safe word will save her from that side of me.

"We will have her, trust our mate. I can smell her arousal, She's ours." My wolf whispered.

"Muffins," she whispered, tongue parting her lips, wetting them.

I dropped her chin and opened the door, ushering her over the threshold of either her worst nightmare or her greatest dream.

Silently following behind her, I let her take in the room before saying anything. The room was dimly lit with 4 sconces on each of the four walls. It was the biggest room in the house behind the master bedroom and it was my personal favorite.

I watched as her gaze stopped on a few pieces of furniture. One, in particular, was meant to restrain her wrists high above her head as it stretched her torso while also separating her legs, restraining her ankles while she stood on a platform.

"You like that one," I whispered in her ear in a husky tone, chuckling when her breath caught and she nodded.

I side-stepped around her and moved to the far corner of the room to a single mahogany six-drawer dresser.

"Put those bottles on the nightstand over there," I gestured towards the bed, "and when you're finished, I want you to stand with your back against the door, head down. Can you do that for me?"

I turned to catch the slight nod she gave me. Opening the second drawer and knowing exactly what I was looking for, I took out a small brand new anal plug with the words 'Daddy's Slut' written in white cursive against a bubble gum pink background.

''Fitting for my little mate," I thought with a smirk.

"Yes, very fitting." Red snarky replied.

I also took out a small bottle of lube and was suddenly very excited with all these toys sprawled out in front of me and Zina was willing to let me use all of them on her, or so she said.

Turning around to see she had done as I'd commanded, I moved over to her, "Hold out your hand," I said in a gentle tone.

She complied without looking up but I could see the small smile on her lips. I placed the plug in the palm of her hand and was amused by her reaction.

Chuckling at her gasp, I asked, "Fitting, don't you think?"

I had hoped to get a good reaction and seeing the pink blush tint her cheeks made me unsure of how she felt. Was it an embarrassed blush or an excited but nervous blush?

She hadn't said anything, hadn't even moved, just held the plug in her small hand, examining it.

"Zina, look at me," I commanded.

She tilted her head and when her eyes met mine, I could see that her pupils had dilated again. I continued, "I've been very nice since coming in here, but from this moment on I won't be. You've given me your consent, you know your safe word and so I think we're ready to begin, don't you?"

I saw her open her mouth to speak and I was hoping she would as I would be able to dive right into a punishment but she closed her mouth in a hard line and nodded.

"Very good, little wolf. You remembered not to speak out of turn. Daddy's very proud of you," I cooed in a low voice and watched as she fucking beamed, her eyes shining brightly. Such a good little listener, she was.