Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
The wolf cared little for claims that were not his own, and had he seen the chain round her neck he would have shown it no regard. If she belonged to another, then where was the one who owned her? Silly humans and their funny ways.
Every shudder, every gasped breath and needy whimper, they were all his, for him, and a whine caught in the back of his throat; more, he wanted more. He couldn't remember the last time he'd elicited such a response, and there was a heady sort of power in the giving of pleasure that he liked. He knew power, the wolf did, but not like this. When she called him good it was all he could do to keep from whimpering; he was no pet who so openly craved praise. Nonetheless, he was proud to have earned her approval, even a little smug at having so clearly lived up to his claims.
Her groaned demand made him chuckle against her, and he didn't miss a single beat when she shoved his wrist where she wanted it. He simply did as he was commanded and slid his fingers into her; one, then two, keeping up a a steady motion with both fingers and tongue.