Whitepaw Revival Ch. 13

Hello readers,

This one took a lot for me to get through. I won't give you the sob story and "justification" for the delay, I respect y'all too much for that.

Instead I'll say thanks for your patience, understanding and enthusiasm.

Little bit of a cliff at the end of this one so I'll do my best to have the next one done soon ;)

Cheers,

FWT

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Chapter 13

With a roar Will finished his set and stepped back to lower the heavy bar from his shoulders onto the rack.

"Woo! Damn that felt good. You finished boss or wanna do one more?" Will asked Isaac as he rolled his shoulders out.

"Yeah I'm ready to spar dude, I owe Tia a couple rounds."

"Hah, good luck then boss. She doesn't know how to pull her punches."

"So I've learned, god damn she can fight. If our first spar was a real fight I would've been dead in seconds." Isaac chuckled ruefully.

Will considered that for a moment while towelling off sweat from his neck, "Yeah man, she's fierce. Can't think of anyone better to run pack security honestly, even among the older generation of Ironclaw pack."

"My thoughts exactly." Isaac nodded his agreement, "Well, it's time to face the music. Wish me luck brother?"

"Nah Boss, you don't need luck, you got this." Will gave an uncharacteristically bright grin and a thumbs up.

'Probably schadenfreude.' Isaac laughed to himself as he covered the short distance from the outdoor gym to their sparring area.

Their makeshift sparring rings had been moving every few days as the grass and dirt were ripped up, and resulted in the beginnings of a mud pit in short order.

Once the gym was completed Will and Isaac gone a little overboard in addressing that, initially they'd planned for a small excavator and a dump truck of sand to build some more permanent arenas, but Will had an impassioned idea and with Isaacs' support had gone all out with landscaping and built a series of sandstone "grand stands" around each arena, with tan shade cloth suspended above. There were two seating rows, meaning the top layer was only some 5 feet high, but each arena could seat a hundred people or so.

Isaac thought that was overkill, but he had to admit it looked damn good. Like a miniature grass-roots Roman Colosseum.

They had spent several late nights together with the group brainstorming technology integration with their arenas and Isaac had put some serious effort into building a future proof comms cabinet slash server cupboard in the lodge to run the systems they'd settled on.

In short, their arenas were almost as well equipped as a commercial stadium. With everything from camera systems to flood lighting for night time, to concealed safety strip lights in the stands and drinking fountains and fridges at the sides of the stands, all of it was cleverly concealed out of immediate sight.

The lights were recessed, the cameras disguised, the steel posts holding the shade cloth were veneered with sandstone to hide the ugly metal and so on.

Isaac felt his guts twist at the thought of the total cost but even he had to admit that what Will had put together over the last month was nothing short of incredible.

It had been four weeks since Anora's first visit and, despite his misgivings, Annalise and the two shifter couples had settled in smoothly. Having an extra five sets of hands had made a massive difference to his day to day, there was a lot to be said about delegation.

Tia was waiting for him on the sands as he stepped between the sandstone bleachers, bobbing up and down and shaking her arms and shoulders out, dressed in a black sports bra top and red bike pants with her hair tied in a messy bun, she had a thin sheen of sweat clinging to her already.

Beads of sweat rolled down her rippling abdominals and when he could muster the force of will to tear his eyes away from that mouth watering sight, he realised she'd already been sparring with Alexis, who was currently laying flat on her back on the lowest stone seat and breathing hard.

It took another force of will to remove his eyes from that bounty of sweaty chocolate flesh, her pillowy breasts while tightly constricted by her own sports top were threatening to spill from the top and sides as they heaved up and down with her gasping breaths.

His libido whimpered in the back of his mind, stuck between the juxtaposition of Tia's hard planes of muscle and Alexis' soft roundness.

Isaac cleared his throat and nodded to Tia, but her smirk clearly indicated he'd been distracted longer than he realised.

"Ready to go, Alpha? Alexis and I just got done warming up." Tia barked with her piercing gaze and a grin.

"Let's do it." Isaac couldn't help but grin back. They touched fists briefly and began circling each other, testing the waters. They'd sparred regularly over the last several weeks and both had developed a strong respect for each other's capabilities. Isaac won more often than he lost in their spars but he could honestly say that he came away from every single one having learned something, or identified a weakness in his skills.

Several probing exchanges ensued before Tia committed to a push, a series of low kicks into a spinning backhand, heel kick and flowing into elbow strikes and knees as she closed the distance between them.

Isaac checked the kicks, slipped the backhand and heel kick and ducked the allows before using the momentum of her knee strike to skip to her flank and drive a punishing strike to her kidneys before she could dance away from him with a grimace.

She took a moment to catch her breath and Isaac let her, content to be patient for now. Their exchanges continued like that for some time, both falling into a place of pure focus, both fighters throwing everything they had at each other in bursts of intense aggression interspersed with probing and piercing exchanges.

What felt like hours later, but was probably only ten minutes or so, Isaac's breath was ragged and he felt bruises forming on every part of his body. Tia had connected a flying knee with his face somehow and he'd barely been able to drop and turn his chin to take the strike on his brow instead of his nose.

The resulting split in his brow had clotted after releasing a single trickle of blood that thankfully didn't mar his vision. While he was hurting, he was definitely not out of the fight, and now it seemed that Tia was running out of gas, that knee was a last ditch attempt to throw something unexpected at him and now her legs were visibly shaking from the dozen low kicks he had landed on each of her thighs during the bout.

Smelling the proverbial blood in the water Isaac took a deep breath and launched into their final exchange. He kept it simple, tightly controlled punches and kicks, battering at her guard over and over again, simply waiting for an opportunity to finish the fight decisively. Any mistake or overextension on his part could still result in his loss, Tia was a formidable fighter even at the brink of exhaustion, but Isaac had been honing himself to a fine edge alongside her for the last month.

He kept up the barrage and then, he saw it, her foot ever so slightly out of place after slipping in the sand, he turned with his momentum and a half step drove a knee into her ribs. She went down and he followed her, landing with her face down he mounted her back and held one forearm across her neck, panting for breath as he pressed her face into the sand.

She went limp beneath him at last, quietly yielding, he removed his weight from her neck but remained in place catching his breath a moment. Isaac was startled then as Tia shifted beneath him, a small, subtle movement of her hips ground her buttocks into his crotch as she whispered into the sand, "I yield, Alpha."

Before he could process that, the first overt flirt he'd ever experienced from Tia, several hands clapping drew his attention.

During their fight his mates had joined Alexis in the stands, their own training sessions done for the day.

He and Tia quickly separated, he offered her a hand up and if he didn't know any better he would swear that under the sweat and flush of exertion Tia had a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Filing that away for the moment, he and Tia briefly discussed their fight, and agreed they would watch the tape together later to critique each other. That had become a regular activity between the two of them, they both enjoyed discussing technical abilities and it was clear that Tia had a talent for turning feedback into real improvement for both herself and those she sparred with.

Isaac couldn't have been happier, she was a natural coach and was beyond enthused to dip her toes in the teaching pool with their upcoming training camp.

Coach Datu had provided some great reference material that Tia and Isaac had reworked and expanded, developing an outline for a 6-day intense training framework that would push their students to their limits, and tomorrow they would get to start actually implementing it when Datu arrived with Shanaid and a handful of other semi-pro fighters from his old gym.

Their morning training complete, Isaac set about his day, starting with a shower and heading to his office with Jasmine. Their immediate business plans were moving along well, Isaac had introduced Jasmine and Alexis to several of his friends and contacts in the technology sector and they had been researching and networking to build out the plans with Will for the construction of the new pack compound.

Will, Tia and Alexis had all finalised their pack membership in recent weeks and Isaac was confident that the two new shifter couples would formally accept soon as well.

They were fitting in well; Tim and Jace's mates, Marcia and Rose respectively, had struck up easy friendships with Isaac's mates and weren't afraid of a little, or a lot of, hard work. All four of them had shovelled and pushed wheelbarrows of sand and gravel around the field to get the arenas put together.

Isaac's impression of them was that they were good people, looking for a new place to set down roots.

"Isaac, we have confirmation from the Twin Rivers pack, they are set to visit us at the end of the week. I would have preferred that they not visit while we have the gym group on site, but unfortunately we couldn't push it back to next week as their Alpha has travel plans booked in already." Jasmine informed him some time later, drawing his attention away from a project planning gantt chart.

"Oh, well, that's fine, I think Tia can take care of things on her own for a bit while I meet them."

"I am sure she can, especially with Alexis assisting."

"Did Davin come back to us about the solar system pricing we were waiting on?"

"Yes, it looks good, we definitely want to go for the higher capacity option."

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Isaac was lounging in his recliner with a glass of wheated whiskey, deep in thought, as the bugs sang their mating songs in a deafening chorus outside the cabin.

It had been a strange day, a strange few weeks if he was honest. Tia wasn't an outwardly affectionate woman, she ran hot a lot of the time but it was a cold heat as oxymoronic as that sounded. When she felt strongly about something her emotions were locked down, the fire banked, and directed towards her desired outcome. She was aggressive and fiery, yes, but tightly disciplined.

He wondered briefly if he'd imagined her rubbing herself back into his groin in the arena today, then shook his head to clear it; that was a definite intentional grind.

He became aware of the presence of someone in the kitchen, plates and cutlery clattering as it was laid out and the quiet bubbling of a pot of something on the stove. A week or so earlier he'd caved on Annalise's request to be allowed to cook for he and his wives- 'mates, not wives yet' he reminded himself.

He most often ate with the rest of the pack at the lodge but it was nice to have some privacy from time to time. Annalise was a very good cook and she'd settled in well to her chosen role as housekeeper for the lodge, and wormed her way into the cabin as well. She complemented their lifestyle, quickly making herself a crucial part of their lives in a thousand little ways. Everything from always making sure there was icy cold water available, to changing sheets and folding laundry.

Isaac struggled not to feel some guilt about having someone do all the house work for him, he'd lived out of home for several years while studying but even at home with his dad he'd long done his own housekeeping, laundry and cleaning.

As much as Annalise considered herself a sworn slave, he'd managed to convince her to take a salary for her efforts.

His thoughts were interrupted by a beautiful soft voice, he got up and went to the doorway to confirm his suspicions and found Annalise singing under her breath as she prepared dinner. He didn't recognise the song but it was a lovely melody, and the gentle smile on her face as she seemed to dance and sway around the kitchen warmed his heart.

She had been so quiet initially, always anxious and staring at her feet, never making eye contact, but in the last week in particular it was like a switch had been flipped. She was speaking up more often, chatting with his mates regularly, and even joined them for a dip in the pool.

She was still very much quiet and soft spoken, but she had begun opening up.

As Isaac was about to head back to his recliner he saw her nostrils flare and her gaze snapped to where he stood in the doorway, she immediately clasped her hands and bowed to Isaac but he didn't miss the pink spreading across her pure white cheeks.

"Hello Master, dinner is nearly done."

"No worries, I was enjoying your singing, can't say I've heard you sing before." Isaac sat at the kitchen table and set his drink down and Annalise returned to the stove top.

"Ah, well, I was singing? I do like to sing but I haven't really felt like it lately." she mumbled with embarrassment, "Would you... like me to stop?"

"God no, please, you have a lovely voice, and anyway, I figure singing while cooking is no different to singing in the shower or anything else. If you're happy and you enjoy it, go ahead." Isaac chuckled and raised his glass in her direction with a smile.

Annalise peeked over her shoulder at him and nodded slowly, "Okay then, thank you, Master."

After a slow deep breath she began to sing, it was a soft, light melody, with lyrics that talked about longing for a distant home and the people you shared it with. Her beautiful voice rose and fell, and at first he was concerned that Annalise sang this song because she was missing her own home but the tone of it didn't quite match that, instead it was more like a proclamation of peaceful contentment. Isaac relaxed on the kitchen chair and closed his eyes, letting her dulcet tones wash over him.

When the song came to an end Annalise kept her gaze firmly fixed to the pot she was stirring, not looking up, moving or saying anything.

"Wow Annalise. You have a beautiful voice." he praised quietly.

"Thank you Master. Did you like my song?" she responded, still not looking up.

"Yeah, it was touching. Wait, what do you mean "my song"? Did you write that?" He couldn't help sitting up straighter in interest.

She nodded, and finally lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, "Yes. I think it's not quite done yet, but it's close."

"It's beautiful. You have real talent."

"I find it easy to write about the things I'm feeling lately." she said with a small smile, returning to the cooking.

"I see. Do you really feel at home here? You're happy?" he winced as he asked.

She paused and turned to face him fully before responding, "Yes Master. I am happier here than I've been in a long time."

"Good, good. I... if you want or need anything, or if you want me to release you from your oath, simply say the word, okay?"

"That won't be a problem Master, but thank you."

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With dinner eaten and the dishes cleared, Isaac and his mates set about their evening routines, Isaac dragged Bella off to the shower and Jasmine had gone to bed to curl up with a book. Annalise was wringing her hands as she quietly called to Isaacs' first wife as she was leaving the kitchen, "Mistress Cassandra, may I speak to you for a moment?"

"Hey 'Lise, yeah of course, hey dinner was great by the way, thanks for cooking."

"It is my pleasure Mistress. Um, maybe we could talk in the lounge for some privacy?" She asked nervously.

They sat together a short while later, Cass had brought a bottle of red wine and a pair of glasses expecting to encourage some girl-talk with her still relatively new friend.

Settling in across from each other on the couches with a glass each Cass prompted, "So! What did you want to talk about?"

Annalise was clearly nervous and worried but cleared her throat and began talking, the floodgates opened and their conversation stretched late into the night.

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Bella knocked on Isaac's open office door to get his attention as she walked in, he pushed back from his desk and grinned at her. "Hey Bell, what's up?"

"There's something we need to talk about, Isaac." Bella closed the door behind her as Isaac's grin dropped off his face, quickly replaced by a brow furrowed with concern.

"Okay, what's going on then, Bell? Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine handsome, but we need to talk about Annalise a little. No, don't interrupt, just let me explain a few things first." She raised her hand to stop him, paused for a moment to gather her thoughts then continued, "Okay, so I'll just explain it as plainly as I can. I've been talking with Annalise and Cass for the last couple days, what it all boils down to is that Annalise likes you and wants to be with you romantically. Where it gets a little complicated is that she doesn't want a... traditional relationship, and she's worried that the rest of your mates, or you, won't accept what she wants. I mentioned that her oath sounded like a Dominant/Submissive thing right? and that's not too far off the mark.

She's worried that you're going to think she's weird, or broken or something, or that you'll think she's selfish with the way she basically demanded to be part of your life with her Oath the day you met, and then that she be kept close, and now asking for more; a relationship with you, and you see... she has a lot of anxieties eating at her." She took a longer pause, and Isaac raised a finger indicating he had a question which she nodded to.

"So she's scared and anxious, I get that, but what is it she actually wants? It sounds like she wants to start a relationship with me, that in and of itself is something I would need to consider more deeply but on face value she's a lovely person, the kind I could see myself loving in time. Since we've gone all in on the whole... 'Harem' thing for the pack, I don't think it would make sense to turn her down just based on her being a vamp or whatever... but she wants me to dominate her?"

They bounced back and forth on the topic for a while, there were a lot of unknowns for Isaac and he felt well out of his depth.

He had a surface level knowledge of bdsm, like most any young man with access to the internet and a healthy libido, but his real world experience with this type of thing was a few playful sessions with a former girlfriend, some fuzzy handcuffs and a leather paddle. Some of the topics they touched on like total power exchange were just a bridge too far. He wouldn't "yuck" someone else's "yum" but to him, relationships shouldn't impinge on a partner's agency.

"That aside, I don't know a whole lot about that sort of thing to be honest, Bell. I mean, now that she's started opening up more I can see potential there for something more, and I'm willing to learn more about this kind of relationship, so I guess I'm okay with it on principle? But I don't really know if I can give her the kind of relationship she's asking for?" he shrugged and held his hands out palms up helplessly.

"Right. Honestly, I think you're exactly what she needs. A powerful man who can take charge of her, but who's going to care for her, not hurt or abuse her.

Cass and I have some ideas about how to ease into things too, so it's not like we're just going to turn you loose with her.

Let's give it a couple of days; I'll share some website links for you to read a few things and then we'll set up a scenario to dip your toes in and see what you think. Okay?"

With a harsh exhale Isaac nodded, "Okay Bell. Sure." His words and voice may have sounded hesitant, but he was thankful the desk was between them hiding the prominent evidence of his arousal.

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Isaac had read the information, done some research of his own, and Bella had coached him on their idea for a first 'scenario' to share with Annalise. He'd spoken to her briefly after lunch earlier that day and pitched the idea to her, causing her to stare at her feet, flushing heavily and rubbing her thighs together with anticipation. He took that as a positive sign that she was very much interested in what they had planned, her happy smile and nodded agreement notwithstanding.

After dinner he helped Annalise clean up while the girls had gone their own way, some back to the lodge for a game night with the pack, but one had disappeared down the hall to his bedroom. Knowing Bella would be waiting patiently for them, Isaac was in no rush, wanting to make sure that Annalise was as comfortable as possible.

When he reached out and gently rested his hand on her shoulder she jumped near foot in the air causing him to chuckle as she recovered, clutching her hands to her chest and breathing heavily from the adrenaline spike.

"I'm sorry Master, you surprised me." she panted at him.

"It's okay 'Lise, I just wanted to make sure you're okay with this. I'm going to take you back there," he hooked a thumb in the direction of his room, "and we're going to have a little fun. We won't touch you, you won't touch us, but I expect you to follow instructions. If we all enjoy this tonight, we'll see how things progress from there, okay?"

"Yes Master, I understand" she nodded and visibly relaxed her shoulders.

"Good. Now, follow me." he turned and strode off to his room, the light patter of 'Lise's soft house shoes following his steps.

As they entered his room the first thing he saw was Bella kneeling at the foot of his bed facing the door. Her eyes were downcast and she didn't react as he approached, she'd clearly showered, her hair still damp, and wore a sheer red nightgown that barely seemed to contain her teardrop breasts and ended at the middle of her soft, milky skinned thigh.

Isaac turned and pinned Annalise with a stern look, she dropped her eyes to the ground and held her hands tightly together at her waist.

"Annalise, as I mentioned earlier, tonight you're going to sit in that chair in the corner and watch. I'm going to take Bella in whatever fashion I like, and you are going to watch and think about whether this is something you want for yourself. Tomorrow we're going to discuss what you're comfortable with, if anything, and decide what comes next.

Go take your seat and remember, you will not look away, nor touch yourself, nor move from your place."

"Yes, Master." Her response was barely more than a whisper and she half-bowed before darting to the comfortable double stuffed chair positioned to the corner of the room and settled in with her feet drawn up under her and her hands on her knees.

With a deep breath to settle his nerves Isaac turned back to his waiting mate, still in place at the foot of his bed. "Stand." he ordered.

Bella felt a shiver run down her spine at the iron in his tone, quickly standing and clutching her silk nightgown at her sides while she waited for further instruction.

Isaac stepped closer, gently pushing a loose strand of hair away from her face and tenderly brushing the back of his fingers down her cheek, to her neck, across her shoulder and along her arm all the way to her wrist.

"Such a lovely Toy for me to play with tonight. Is Toy clean and prepared for me?" Isaac rumbled just loud enough for both the women in the room to hear him clearly.

"Yes Master." Bella replied.

"Good." Isaac nodded to himself, "Then Toy may strip her Master."

Bella nodded and stepped forward, beginning to undress him starting with his belt, then removing his shirt, before undoing his shoe laces and removing his shoes and pants.

When she reached for his briefs, he called, "Stop." and she froze. "Kneel, and use your teeth." The flash in Bella's eyes told him she was quite okay with that instruction, as she knelt in front of him and pressed her face against his abdominals to get a grip on the fabric.

She tugged experimentally and lowered herself to pull the garment down, freeing his half-hard shaft which lazily smacked against her cheek when released, then settled against her forehead before she moved lower.

With his underwear pooled around his feet Isaac stepped free and flicked them to the side with his toes, her face was mere inches from him, he felt her hot breath tickling his neatly trimmed pubic hair and shaved balls.

"Make me ready with your mouth, Toy." The familiar gravel of arousal in his tone sent another arc of electricity shooting through her. She wasted no time in leaning in to lick one side of his shaft from base to tip, followed by the other. She mouthed and licked and suckled at his quickly hardening mass, spreading hot slick saliva across every inch, and once thoroughly doused and granite hard she pooled a mouthful of saliva then enveloped his bulbous tip before firmly pressing him as deep into her mouth and throat as she could manage on the first pass.

She made an excellent effort, getting all but the last two inches of his length past her lips, before retreating slowly and leaving as much saliva behind as she could.

"Well done, Toy. Now take off your dress." Still on her knees she complied, crossing her arms and pulling the red silky shift up over her head and throwing it to the side.