Service

Jared POV

Watching her face as she came, moans pouring from her parted lips, her back arched pushing her breasts up... I wanted to lean over and take a nipple between my teeth.

I was trying my best to keep my focus on the road, to not let her know how much her young and perky body was affecting me but I HAD to watch. I had to watch her face redden at my commands. I had to watch that redness crawl down her throat and spread across her chest. I had to see the way her body was coming apart on my leather seats.

I had told her not to come or I would punish her, hoping she wouldn't listen and she didn't. She raced toward her orgasm, knowing fully that I would use and abuse her when we got back to my house, and she wanted it. But then again, of course, she did.

She's a little slut.

"Your face is so pretty when you come," I told her when she finally came down from her climax. I had grazed my knuckles over her cheek, still feeling the heat there.

She flushed again and zipped her top up which was fine because we were close to my house anyway.

I took an exit and grabbed her small hand in mine. I wanted this hand wrapped around my cock while she took me down the back of her throat. I wanted this hand scratching down my back as I thrust into her.

I didn't want her to forget what I had said before she came. She did disobey me and she would be punished.

"You know I'm going to have to punish you when we get to my house, don't you," I asked her, squeezing her hand slightly, "You came when I told you not to. You disobeyed me and I'm going to spank you. Is that what you want?"

Her shy smile accompanied with a whispered, "Yes,

Sir," had me thinking of all the ways I was going to have her saying that exact phase in my playroom. My wolf was pumped up and wanted to mark her immediately but I quickly reeled him in before he scared her.

I turned up the music, something from my classical collection, to take the place of talking. I wanted her fantasizing of all the ways I would punish her. I wanted her mind racing.

Turning down a few streets, finally, I took a right onto a small gravel road. We drove for a moment, going up the hill to my guard gate.

"Hey big brother, how was your dinner," Fran asked from the guard house. "I'm not sure. We didn't get to eat any," I winked at her and she blushed, knowing exactly what I meant after looking into the car to see a furiously blushing Zina.

 Fran cleared her throat and pressed a button and the gate opened up.

Without another word, I drove up to the house, placed the car in park, and turned the key.

Zina's eyes were wide as she stared at my house.

I'll admit, it was nice. I enjoyed it mostly for all the rooms it had should I invite guests, the guard shack at the entrance, and the 13-foot cement wall that closed off my house from the world.

The spikes at the top were just added security. I had quite a few... partners in my past and I couldn't afford for a scorned lover to get in and wreak havoc. Not to mention all the people in the pack who thought I had 'done them wrong'.

In my world, I was at the top, and everyone always wants at the top so even my house had to be heavily

secured just as my office building was.

And just like my office, my home was precious and the secrets it held were something that I wouldn't want to ever get out.

"Wow Jared, I didn't know you had a property like this."

I looked at her and leaned close to her, "you're not the only person that has been improving."

Before I opened her door for her and helped her out, I grabbed the food boxes from the back seat. She really should've eaten before but after would be fine as well.

Zinas' legs were close to giving out but I was there to catch her. She just smiled shyly and muttered a, "Sorry"

The knowing smirk on my face was my only answer.

I unlocked the door and ushered her inside, walking to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water after placing the boxes in the refrigerator.

"Do you want something to drink before we begin," I asked her as she walked silently behind me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She was taking in her surroundings, her eyes landing on various paintings and priceless works of art, and I could see all the statements and questions she had but only let out a small, "Water, please."

I grabbed another bottle and set them on the marble island before looking down into her eyes,

"I wined and dined you so now I want to cut to the chase and bring you to a very special room of mine. I call it my 'playroom' as it is where I keep all of my...toys. Are you ready for this," I asked as I grabbed hold of her hands.

She looked up at me, doe-eyed and I suddenly had to

ask myself "What was I doing?"

She had that damned choker around her neck stating she was a slut but was she really? She listened to commands, but was she ready for the playroom? Was she ready for me to whip and cane her? Was she ready for me to use and abuse all of her pretty holes?

"Trust our mate."

"Yes," she whispered, her pupils dilating. I placed my hand on her neck, my thumb caressing her cheek and watched as she smiled up at me.

"I want to let you know what you should expect, Zina. I'm not, mostly, into vanilla sex. I've got a kink, a passion if you will and I'd like to share it with you," I admitted slowly.

She audibly swallowed before taking in a deep breath, "What kind of kink," her little voice asked, her eyes wide and innocent looking.

"I'm a dominant," I stated boldly, looking deep into her eyes to read her emotions, "and I enjoy practicing BDSM with those who are willing."

Her brows pinched but she didn't go running for the hills so I assume that was a good sign.

"What, uh... what does that mean? I mean, I've heard it before but what does it stand for," she asked.

"BDSM," I started with a sigh, as I knew this would be lengthy, "stands for bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, and sadism and masochism. I do practice all but a little less of the sadism. I don't wish to particularly hurt you and make you bleed. That doesn't sexually satisfy me. I do, however, want your absolute submission. I want you to give all of your power to me. I want you to put your absolute trust in me thatI can bring your body to heights you've never and will never get to again."

"Not with anyone but me, that is. And If you're a masochist, someone who gets sexual gratification from pain or humiliation, then I will do my best to satisfy you in that way, though I can already see you like to be degraded and humiliated. Zina, while it sounds like me being the Dominant, I should have all the power, but in reality, it's you, the submissive, that holds all the power. You can make our sessions stop with just a word, I will only have power because you give it to me."

"I should say that I do want to spank, whip, and cane you but this will be rare, and usually only for punishment. I want to fill all of your holes, at the same time. I want to tie you up so tight you can't move a fucking muscle. I want to pull your hair and I want to fuck you hard. I want tears running down your sweet, pretty face as my cock is shoved down your throat. I want you basically brain-dead because you're so fucked out. Will you give me that power? Tell me you want this..."

I stroked my thumb across her cheek again as I watched her suck in a ragged breath. I saw her nipples pebble against her dress and figured it was another good sign.

She still hadn't said anything after a moment and I was admittedly worried that all she had heard had been too much for her.

"Zina, please say something, Princess," I pleaded in a low voice.

She shut her eyes for a moment and when they opened again I watched her pupils contract and expand before she shuddered slightly, "Yes," she whispered, "I want this. I want it all."