I’d asked Daffodil to be in the clubhouse at ten, and I saw her take a deep breath when I walked in. She wanted the food. She’s a pronghorn — prey living amongst the wolves, but in this case, the wolves and bear and other assorted predators protect her.
“Not yet, pretty little prey. Wanna fuck your throat and it’s best if you have an empty stomach.”
She grinned and licked her top lip, and I returned her smile. “Looks like someone might want a spanking.”
Her head went back and forth, but her scent told another story. She didn’t like pain, but she’d learned to love the power exchange of having to bend over and accept a mild spanking.
I unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out, and pointed to a chair. She sat and leaned forward, and I stepped to her, grabbed the back of her head, and went to town on her mouth.
Ten minutes in, and I could’ve come if I wanted, but I stopped myself. I’d told her to lube her ass before she came, so I merely lifted her, bent her over the back of the chair, pulled her leggings down, and jammed my dick in her ass. She screamed and yelled and squirmed, but she was fine after about the tenth time I shoved myself inside her.
Another five minutes, and I pulled out and came all over her back. Fuck, I’d needed that. I helped her up, and I fastened my jeans while she pulled her leggings up. She grabbed the sacks and took them to one of the tables, and I sat across from her.
“Something got you worked up,” she noted right before she took a huge bite of her egg and cheese biscuit. Pronghorns don’t eat meat, and Daffodil rarely ate it as a human, either.
“Thanks for being on time.”
“Not a problem. I have enough time to shower and get to the salon. Thanks for breakfast, but I thought you were going to spank me.”
“You disappointed I didn’t?”
She shrugged. “Surprisingly, yeah.”
“What time do you get off tonight?”
“My last appointment is at seven. Whenever I get finished with her. Shouldn’t take more than fifteen or twenty minutes.”
“I’m gonna head to our property outside of town and spend the day in my bear form. I’ll head back at dark, and I’m gonna be all shaggy. If you’ll come to my apartment when you get off work, I’ll pay you to give me a trim and then I’ll give you a nice little spanking.”
“Grab a pizza from the place on the corner with all the veggies, none of the meat, and extra cheese instead of paying me, and we have a deal.”
I was thinking this meant throat fucking might not be a good idea, and she rolled her eyes. “Oh, the horror, only two of my holes will be available.”
“Okay, but fair warning — I’m a lot rougher after being in bear form. If you aren’t up for it, you can just do my hair and we’ll eat. If you want sex, it’s going to be more physical than normal.”
“And why the fuck does that turn me on? I don’t know what you assholes have done to me, but it’s almost like my orgasms are all wimpy-assed if someone doesn’t spank me and hurt my damned nips.”
Pronghorns usually live in harems of four to eight women per man. The shapeshifters almost all live in the general vicinity of Yellowstone, since there are plenty of actual pronghorns in the park. They don’t run in the park. They have their own land so they can keep the predators away. Still, it allows them time in their animal form without running up against the Concilio. Daffodil has to be careful when she changes in Alabama — especially since it’s just her. I didn’t know what had made her leave her family and herd, but she seemed to be thriving here.
“Why’d you choose Birmingham when you decided to move east?”
“The usual story. I followed a man, lived with him a year, didn’t work out. I can support myself, but I needed sex, and ya’ll give me what I want. Also, things were scary after the riots, so I’m grateful to live in a place that feels safe.”
“You don’t want to go back to your herd?”
Her scent went sour, but she merely said, “No.”
Chapter Sixteen
Ember
I spent Wednesday and Thursday evening baking. A few of my teammates came to help, since it takes time to individually wrap the items for the concession stand. We ended up doing tequila shots towards the end, and I decided Burn and her girlfriend shouldn’t drive home.
And that’s the thing about derby names. Burn’s derby name is The Burninator, and we shorten it. Her girlfriend isn’t on the team but she’s always around and she helps keep all of us organized. A large armoire on the main floor is actually a murphy bed, and that’s where I put them for the night.
My room is soundproof, so I can do whatever I want upstairs and not be heard when I’m hosting Aaron’s guests. This means I had no idea what they were doing the next morning when I came out of the pantry.
Burn had her girlfriend bent over the back of the sofa, going at her ass with a belt. My clit immediately swelled and I wanted to run upstairs and get myself off, but no way was I going to walk away, because Burn didn’t stop or even slow down, and she clearly saw me.
I stood and watched a few moments before I started pulling ingredients out for breakfast. A few minutes later, I heard Burn telling her sobbing girlfriend, “Stand in the corner with your hands to the back of your head and your red little ass on display, and don’t move until you have permission.”
Burn was wearing shorts and a crop top, her girlfriend was naked. I wanted to ask what she was being punished for, but instead, I asked, “How much breakfast should I make? I’m having oatmeal and scrambled eggs, but I can make bacon as well.”
“Not necessary. We’ll be heading home soon. Thanks for insisting we stay over — you were right to point out we shouldn’t drive home.” She looked behind her and back to me. “Also, thanks for not freaking when you came downstairs. I assumed we’d be gone before you were awake. You said you wanted to sleep in this morning.”
I shrugged. “It’s a little after nine o’clock. This is sleeping in for me. Plus, I wanted to be sure ya’ll got a good breakfast.”
She shook her head. “It isn’t your responsibility to feed everyone. I need to finish with her and then we’ll be out of here. We can pop into a drive-thru somewhere for breakfast.”
I sighed. “Sorry. You’re a guest. I feed guests. It’s what I do.”
She hugged me. “Don’t apologize. I’ll take my naughty little girlfriend into the bathroom a few minutes, and then we’ll be out of here.”
The bathroom isn’t soundproof, and they didn’t think I could hear them, but with my supernatural hearing I could easily hear, “No, Amy, please not the Icy Hot. Please. Fuck.”
Best I can tell, Icy Hot was used as lube for a butt plug and then was added to her clit and nipples before she was ordered to put her jeans on without her panties. Based on the lecture, it sounded like someone had an orgasm without permission, and the poor little submissive’s eyes were still watering when they came out, though she was no longer sobbing.
She also wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were super-hard little nubs under her shirt.
In BDSM clubs, when a submissive is being punished you don’t engage them in conversation unless their Dom or Domme tells you to. I talked to Burn and not her girlfriend. “Thanks for all the help last night, and having ya’ll stay was no problem. I’ll see you this evening.”