Monsters Under My Bed Ch. 07

Chapter 7

Juan entered the Oasis Nightclub like he was meant to be there. His chest was exposed in a tight fishnet top, a leather shoulder harness accentuating his hairy sculpted pecs, and tight black jeans hugging his glutes. Industrial EDM thrummed softly from hidden speakers with sultry moans mixed into lyrics about bondage.

"Submissive or dominant?" A tall woman behind a small table asked just inside the entrance. She was wrapped in a black latex dress, stockings, comfortable flats, and a collar around her neck embellished with the word Oasis.

"I'm sorry, what?" Juan asked sheepishly, shocked by the sudden intrusive question.

"For your wristband? Submissive or dominant?" She asked again, pointing to the black and white wristbands on the table.

"What if I'm a switch?" He asked, a small blush darkening his cheeks as he reached to rub the back of his neck.

"Then you my friend get both. There are a few rules you need to follow:

"3. No play of any kind is permitted outside of the play area. So, no touching yourself under the table.

4. If you would like to join in the fun you can ask any server for the required safety waiver.

5. Consent is required from all participants and can be revoked at any time by using the house safe word, RUBY.

6. No food or drink is allowed in the play area.

7. The upstairs lounge is VIP only. If you'd like to become a member, there's a QR code application at each table!" She finished in an excited but rehearsed voice, having attached two wristbands with such practiced ease Juan hadn't noticed her do it.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? He thought, giving her an affirmative nod. Patrons mingled about the place in more leather and lace than he'd seen at the sex shop he'd visited for his current costume. Most people watched the show but others chatted over drinks, or swayed to the music. Stepping deeper into the space, he drifted, unsure of where to go until eventually he coasted over to the bar. His head was on a swivel, hoping to spot Stacy, but when the bartender spoke, he was pulled from his search.

"Looking for someone?" The bartender asked in a slow drawl, curious but not unkindly as he put away clean glasses.

"Yeah, they should be here already." Juan answered, returning his gaze forward to the slender man wearing an Oasis collar, heavy goth eye makeup, and black paint covering his neck.

"Can I get you anything while you wait?" He offered, while Juan perused the specialty drink menu. His eye caught on one called; Yazdan's Favorite Things and acid splashed the back of his throat.

He ordered one of the bottled beers and found an empty high-top table to stand by. A further scan of the place showed that the majority of patrons were on the exclusive second floor, which had a wraparound view of the dancefloor turned play area. At its center was a man, hog tied with his hands behind his back being spanked by a large breasted woman in knee high leather boots.

"You've been a bad boy!" The dominatrix cooed, as she took another swipe at the mans reddened ass cheeks with a paddle. "You deserve this punishment. Don't you?" She asked more softly, but loud enough to be heard by the crowd. The sub only nodded and she yanked his head back by a fistful of his dirty blonde hair.

"Say it!" She barked. "Show them how good you can be for me. You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?" She questioned in a sweet teasing tone, rubbing his tender ass with the paddle.

"Yes, I deserve this. I've been bad. Please punish me mistress." The man begged with panting breaths, his cock dribbling precum onto the leather cushion beneath him. Juan noticed there were actually quite a few people with Oasis collars. Numerous event staff ran around coordinating groups, bouncers watched over the crowd, and servers carried food and drinks to tables.

She might be working on the second floor. Juan scorned, having not gotten a glimpse of Stacy anywhere on the main level. The warm air of the club was soaked in pheromones, which made it difficult for him to locate her unique scent. He did however pick up that there was a mix of humans, vampires, were-folk, and a few fae scattered about the place. The latter being the easiest to spot as the dominatrix praised her submissive, the magic glimmer around her was imperceptible to humans but his wolfish eyes could see through it.

"Yes, that's it. Use your tongue just like that." She said as she shoved the subs face into her clothed pussy. Juan could admit the scene was hot, based on the boner straining his jeans, but that wasn't why he was here.

"Don't you fucking stop! Pleasing this pussy is all you are good for." The Dom coaxed, while her sub moaned between her legs enthusiastically. Juan pulled out his phone, keeping the camera pointed down, checking his messages, but really, he was looking for any kind of distraction from the debauched scene playing out.

She's probably busy. He thought, as loud laughter spilled over the chrome railing above, followed by the distinct pop of a champagne cork. The noise gave Juan an opportunity to look up without being suspicious. The VIP section sat overhead like a balcony throne bathed in red lights and shadows thick enough to conceal faces. A figure shifted upstairs, stepping close to the edge, placing a hand with many rings on the railing that caught Juan's attention. A green light illuminated their face for a moment before a vapor cloud billowed out from their mouth.

Yazdan! Juan's eyes bulged in recognition before he averted his attention towards where the club owner was looking. He swore he caught sight of Stacy for half a second and kept his eyes focused, waiting for another glimpse. After a moment she reappeared, her head bent, lips pressed in a tight line, hands gripping a clipboard like it owed her money.

Finally! So, she is working on the main floor. Juan thought as another staff member leaned in to say something to her and she was gone again. Juan exhaled, glad to see her even if it was just a moment. Across the venue, too far for Juan to hear, Stacy argued with a frazzled staff member.

"No! I don't care what he was promised." Stacy sighed, pressing her fingers into the bridge of her nose. "We don't have safety sheers. No real ropes." She said in a final tone.

"But he's-" The staffer started.

"Yes, I know he's a VIP." Stacy interrupted, "I don't care! Yaz put me in charge, and I said no! I can speak with him myself." She said in a firm authoritative voice.

"You will? Oh, thank God," the woman thanked, color returning to her face. "He's been a real ass all night."

"Yeah, go take your break while I handle it." She directed, watching the relief wash over her. Then the lighting cues lagged half a beat behind the music and Stacy growled with frustration.

I'm making that asshole wait! She thought, with a small smirk as she made her way to the DJ booth. Juan followed Stacy with his eyes, saw the confidence in her strides, how she walked with her shoulders back and head held high before she vanished out of sight again.

What do I even hope to gain by being here? Juan considered, knowing the club would be open late. His attention gravitated towards the show again, where the dominatrix was unclasping her sub's restraints.

"You've taken your punishment very well." She cooed, gliding the paddle lightly up his thigh and torso, making him shiver. Gooseflesh rose across his body, his eyes locked with his mistress's. "Present that precious little peach for me." Her voice sweet and affectionate again.

"Yes, ma'am." He obeyed enthusiastically, pressing his face down into the leather mat and arching his back with his ass up. Oasis staff rolled out a velvet covered cart with a strap-on harness and a large bottle of lube.

"Spread those cheeks cutie." She commanded playfully. The man spread his reddened ass wide, showing off the black butt plug snug in his bum. She pressed a button on a small remote as she stepped into the harness. Her submissive let out a needy pant as vibrations activated against his prostate. Meanwhile, in the DJ booth Stacy resynced the lights to the music, casting a scolding glare at the DJ who had gotten distracted.

"Miss your cue again and I'm cutting your pay." She said without an ounce of remorse, then made her way towards the employee only staircase up to the second floor. Before she made it however, another stressed server stopped her.

"We're out of Wild Turkey bourbon, and table 18 isn't happy about it." The server said, their hands wringing nervously around the serving tray.

"What drink hasn't been selling tonight?" She asked, making a note to order more on her clipboard.

"The Hades." The server answered.

"Okay, comp the table one of those and tell everyone to pull the Old Turk from the menus." Stacy directed, with calm grace. The server nodded and made their way to the bar to spread the word. Stacy gathered herself again, glancing at the name on her clipboard, then elegantly snaked up towards the VIP area and plastered on her customer service persona. It wasn't difficult the find the prick with a loud mouth surrounded by four women, grumbling about subpar service when she made her presence known.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson. I'm Stacy, head coordinator of tonight's event. My staff tell me there is an issue with the entertainment? How can I help?" Her voice was cheerful, her smile fake and bright, not that the worm of a man even noticed.

"It's about damn time! I've been waiting for more than 10 minutes." He complained, his eyes raking over her body but never reaching her face.

"Sorry for any del-" She started, but he cut her fake apology short.

"Your stupid fucking staff won't let my girls perform." He snapped tactlessly.

"Sir, I would ask that you refrain from referring to my team in such a vulgar manner. As I've been told this is a matter of safety." Stacy said in the politest way possible, but internally she was strangling him in her mind.

"Like I told the other chick, my girls know what they are doing with the ropes. I don't see what the problem is here." He excused with an air of arrogance, stepping closer in an attempt to intimidate her.

"The problem is that Oasis will not allow you to endanger anyone's life. We have a no rope policy, that is clearly stated in the agreement you signed to participate in the event. It's a simple liability issue. We have a variety of safe restraint options for rent if you would still like to play tonight." She tried to stay professional, waiting for a reason to call security and be done with this fool.

"NO! I want to use the ropes." He screamed like a petulant child, even going to the effort of stomping his foot. Stacy wanted to laugh in his face, but professionalism demanded she remained unphased.

"What seems to be the problem here?" A silken voice interrupted, coming to Stacy's rescue. Mr. Johnson balked with obvious recognition and adjusted his shirt, hastily running hands through his greasy hair. Stacy leaned into Yazdan's ear, explaining the situation succinctly, including how this patron had upset other staff members already. Yaz nodded, casting his powerful glare over the insufferable man.

"Rules in my house are put in place for a reason, and I do believe multiple members of my staff have told you no real ropes Mr. Johnson. If you should have to be reminded again, I will personally revoke your membership and bar you from ever entering my establishment again." Yazdan's threat was veiled with a friendly smile that made Mr. Johnson gulp and his brow begin to sweat.

You wouldn't want to endanger any of these lovely ladies. Yaz added, forcing the thought into the man's simple mind.

"You're right, I wouldn't want to endanger any of these lovely ladies." He parroted back.

"Quite right," he patted the man's shoulder. "Now sit down and enjoy the show." Yazdan told the man and watched him sit like an obedient puppy as the show reached its climax below.

He really is a master of persuasion. Stacy thought, genuinely impressed with Yazdan's ability to deescalate a situation almost effortlessly.

"Is there anything I can get for you, sir?" She asked with a thankful smile.

"No, I need only tell you." He raised her chin with the delicate touch of two fingers to peer into her eyes shining with neon lights. "You are doing an absolutely splendid job." His complimentary words soothed her frustration and replaced it with earnest validation.

"Thank you Yaz, that means the world to me." She hummed with satisfaction, his power washing over her like hot honey. Down in the play area, the moans increased in volume as the man below was getting pegged roughly by the dominatrix.

"Yes! Fuuuuck, your cock feels so good." The sub praised in a gruff voice, "Please. Please can I cum mistress? Please let me cum." He begged, as his ass was being hammered relentlessly.

"You don't cum until I say. Grab that cock and squeeze the base." The Dom commanded, grabbing a fistful of his hair again and slowing her thrusts. She pulled the dildo almost completely out before slamming it in deep again, making the sub moan as he teetered on the edge of release.

"That's it, good boy." She praised, speeding up her thrusts again. "Jerk that cock baby, cum for me. Cum for the crowd of people watching how much a depraved little slut you are for me." The sub moaned, his fist blazing over his cock. "Cum. That's it. Cum!"

"Yes. Yes. Yes, I'm cumming. Fuck!" He grunted through a clenched jaw, his toes curling as a heavy load splashed against the leather cushions in a series of intense spurts of thick milky cum. The dancing lights of the room shimmered off of their sweaty bodies, their breath ragged and panting. The scene had Juan's cock stiff and aching in his jeans but his focus immediately shifted when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Can I get a bottle of water?" Juan's head snapped around to the bar where Stacy stood. His legs moved faster than his mind, wanting to catch her before he lost her in the crowd again.

"Hola cariño." Juan greeted huskily, sitting at the nearest bar stool, "Another beer please." He asked the bartender who handed a bottle of water over to Stacy.

"Juan." She said with surprise, "What are you doing here?" Her eyes searched his face for any sign of concern or judgement, but only found that pleasant smile that went to his eyes.

"I couldn't wait to see you again." He said with a smidge of embarrassment. "I figured I'd drop in and see what all the hype was about." He said, trying to play it cool and not mention how worried he was about her possessive vampire boss. The bartender returned, passing over the beer and a concerned glance at Stacy. She dismissed the bartender with a wave and Juan saw how the man's shoulders instantly relaxed.

"What do you think?" She asked, sipping her water as she admired his outfit slowly.

"It's definitely hot. I didn't really know what to expect at first." He said with blushing cheeks, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "It's got me thinking about what I want to do to you later if you are willing." He teased, his lips brushing close to her ear.

"Can't get enough of me huh? And here I thought two days together would be enough to satisfy you." She replied coquettishly, walking back to the table with him.

"Never. I would have you endlessly if you allowed me the honor. In any and every way you desired." His words were a confession, rife with the yearning he was failing to hold back.

"Hmm, I think I could be persuaded to shut my brain off later." She teased, taking another sip of cool refreshing water. "Let's go to my place tonight." Her eyes twinkled with mischievous intent, before they were interrupted by another staff member.

"Sorry to bother you Stacy, but they're asking for you in the cuddle corner." Stacy sighed.

"Of course they are." She replied, giving Juan an apologetic look. "I have to go, it's just- "

"Work. I get it, duty calls." He said, tucking stray hairs behind her ear, "I'll be waiting here until you are ready to go." He reassured and watched as she walked away into the shadows of the club.

A few hours later, when the entertainment for the night had ended, and the play area was cleaned for the last time and packed away. Juan felt warm breath ghost across his ear.

"Guess who?" A feminine voice asked, small hands covering his eyes.

"Cariño." He said in a soft tremor, feeling her hands drift down his neck. Her nails grazed over his chest, igniting a fire within him, and reminding him of the dull ache in his loins.

"Let's get out of here stud." She said, placing a teasing kiss on his neck. He growled low in his throat.

"Sí, cariño. Vamos." He husked, his voice carrying a darker edge that spread warmth between her legs. She could see his hard cock outlined in his tight jeans as he stood up and turned to face her. Juan locked onto her crystalline blue eyes decorated with sharp eye makeup, and she could see the hunger in them. His gaze trailed down to her red lips, before he noticed the collar had been removed from her throat. He leaned in, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss.

Unabashedly, Stacy pressed herself against him and deepened the kiss with tongue. His wolf hummed with pleasure, enjoying the open display of affection she reciprocated. When they parted, her hand slid down his arm to intertwine with his and they made for the exit. She paid no attention to the eyes that watched them, but Juan could feel them burning a hole into the back of his skull. When they arrived at Juan's pickup, Stacy slid over to sit in his lap before he could even start the ignition. She ground herself against the hardness straining his pants, kissing and nipping at his lips. Juan stopped her movements with strong but gentle hands on her hips.

"So needy cariño." He purred with a rumbling laugh, "There is not enough space or privacy for us to do what I have planned for you." His tone darkened again, dripping with sinful promise. He could smell her arousal and knew how much she wanted him as she mewled in protest.

"You've been working so hard taking care of everything tonight. It's my turn to take care of you." He said, looking at her moping face. "I'm going to pamper you, but I have to get you home first." He promised with a soft kiss on her pouting lips. Stacy answered with a soft whine, slid off his lap and buckled herself into the middle seat. Juan wrapped an arm around her as she put her address into the built-in navigation system.

"You know, I don't usually bring guys over." She said with mock indignation as she snuggled into his side.

"Hmm, sounds like a smart move for a gorgeous woman like you." Juan said, his eyes on the road as the blinker indicated his intended lane shift.

"Your place is nice, but we can have more privacy at mine." She giggled, remembering the embarrassment she felt after spending 42 hours in his bedroom to come out to a full breakfast table of faces knowing exactly how thoroughly she'd been fucked. "Family is great, but I'm not used to so many generations being under the same roof."

"Sorry, I hope you were not traumatized when you found out I didn't live alone. It's pretty typical with Hispanic families." He said sheepishly, but his wolf snickered, happy to have her moan and cry out loudly for everyone to hear.

"I wouldn't say traumatized. Mortified was more like it. God, your grandma had the biggest smile on her face." She recalled with a flush.

"Don't mind her. I think she was just happy to see me with a woman. God forbid a man stay unmarried into his 30's." He scoffed light-heartedly.

"I feel ya, every time I see my folks they always have something to say about my spinster lifestyle. What do they expect? I can barely take care of myself." She huffed into his neck, her eyelids drooping as she breathed in his faint cologne.

"I think you are doing pretty well for yourself. It's not easy living on your own." He consoled, rubbing her arm gently. They sat in companionable silence for a few miles before he spoke again.

"I'd like to know your limits." His words vibrated through her chest. "If you really want me to shut your brain off, I can be a little rougher tonight but I don't want to push you into places you don't want to go." Stacy laughed, somewhat underestimating him. Juan had given her pleasure like it was his duty to have her quivering, shaking, and cumming repeatedly but he had only lavished her with sweet and tender vanilla sex.

"I knew you were holding back on me." She quipped with a smile, excited to uncover another side of him.

"That's not an answer cariño." He chastised, his warm hand squeezing her hip.

"I'm a switch so I'm fine with being top or bottom. I like some pain but nothing extreme. Name calling and degradation are okay, but I prefer praise. Anal is fine with prep work and I really like light asphyxiation play." She said without missing another beat, "What about you?"

"I'm also a switch and you already know how much I enjoy bringing my partner to orgasm, which involves some edging and overstimulation. I like mark making, like hickies, scratches, and bites but nothing hard enough to scar." He paused, thinking if there was anything he missed. "Oh, I've done anal but only as the top, I'm not opposed to receiving it with the right person though."

"No complaints here." She smiled, pressing her legs together and biting her lower lip.

"Good, do you have a preferred safe word?" He asked, ignoring his throbbing cock that had grown hard again with the discussion of their kinks.

"I use ladybug." She answered, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

"I'll remember that. Your job now is going to be very difficult." He heard her giggle again, but remained silent otherwise, waiting for his instructions. "Once we get into your apartment and the door closes behind us, I need you to follow my orders. If at any point you feel like stopping, don't hesitate to use your safe word."

"Okay." Stacy answered simply, a shiver of excitement running up her spine.

"You must do only as you are told or be punished. Do you understand?" He asked in a calm but stern tone.

"Yes, I understand." Stacy answered with a nod, "Should I call you anything special? Sir? Daddy?" She asked, her hand rubbing up his thigh.

"You shouldn't tempt me while I'm driving cariño." He warned, "You may call me Amo." He purred with another sexy grumble.

"Ah-moe." Stacy said, feeling the foreign word in her mouth. "Like amour?" She questioned; her knowledge of Spanish being limited to the words he'd taught her.

"It means master." He explained, "I want you spent beneath me. Hot and panting with only one thought running through your mind." He said with a sultry growl.

"And what thought would that be?" She asked with a sly smile.

"Me, cariño. Maybe its selfish, but I want every part of you to be mine tonight." He said, pulling her in for a kiss while they sat stopped at a red light.

Mine. His wolf growled in tandem, eager to be sheathed in her silken folds again.

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"Come here." Juan ordered, hoisting Stacy up with a confident strength she'd become well acquainted with. He pressed her back against the inside of the door as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He smashed their lips together in a kiss that made it feel like she was being devoured. His tongue lashed against her lips until it was probing into her mouth and stealing her breath away. His erection bumped against her as his strong hands rubbed the firm muscles and supple flesh of her ass. After a half-dozen messy kisses, he pulled away and carried her towards the room that was bursting with her scent. It was soft, sweet, and enveloped his already aroused mind like an intoxicant.

"I'm going to undress you now." He said, as he placed her back on her feet in the bedroom lit with lamplight. "You may make any noise you like, but you can't touch me." He looked into her eyes, expectantly.

"Yes, Amo." She answered obediently, keeping her arms at her sides. Stacy couldn't ignore the coil of excitement in her sex as Juan's hands stroked up her clothed torso, unbuttoning her webbed top. He pulled the layer over her head, untucked her shirt, and slowly undid the buttons from the top down. When the garment spread fully open, his warm hands grazed over the sensitive flesh of her sides, and he heard her sigh contentedly.

His fingers brushed the edges of her bra but pulled away to continue his unhurried exploration. Stacy whined, she wanted him to pull at her breasts, rub her slit but he worshipped every other part of her body until it was buzzing all over. He dropped to his knees, hot hands coasting up her stocking clad legs before finding the zipper of her skirt. Warm breath and stubble ghosted over her bare stomach as he placed a small kiss on her hip. With a light tug both garments pooled around her heels, allowing Juan to admire her lacy black lingerie set.

"Sit on the edge of the bed for me cariño." He requested, looking up at her lovingly. When she complied, he began removing her shoes, and worked his hands over her sore soles. Stacy moaned, throwing her head back as he massaged away the pain with skillful hands. After a few minutes, she had relaxed into the mattress and relinquished her body over to him.

"You are so beautiful cariño." He praised, moving from her feet up to the lace garter belt around her waist. "So many tantalizing layers to unwrap." He said as he released the stocking clasps, and rolled the semi-transparent fabric down her legs at a glacial pace. "You are the perfect canvas for my lips. My tongue. My teeth." He growled, kissing, licking, and biting her thighs gently before pressing his face against her clothed pussy and inhaling deeply. Stacy moaned again, feeling his beard tickle her sensitive skin as he peppered kisses on her lace covered mound.

"Open your legs wider." He commanded, and Stacy obliged enthusiastically, rolling her hips off the mattress as she spread wide for him. "Que rico, tu coño mojadito." He praised in words she didn't need to understand for the admiration to sink in. He kissed and nipped his way back down her smooth legs, sucking small bruises into her soft creamy skin, delighted to leave marks even if they would fade. He admired his work for a moment before he rubbed the thin lace of her panties with one finger. Stacy sucked in a breath and gripped onto the sheets to keep from pulling him closer.

"Relax, cariño. I've got you." He soothed, his hands smoothing over her soft tummy until she unclenched her muscles and relaxed into the bed again. "Good girl." He praised, softly caressing the wet spot soaking through her panties. His finger became slick with her juices and her body quaked as he finally put pressure on her clit. Juan loved how she moaned for him and wanted to hear more. He slowly slid one digit up and down her soaking slit until the damp fabric wedged between her labia. With his other hand he gripped the waistband and pulled it harder against her mound. Stacy panted, her tongue lolling out as pleasure built deep in her core.

"Oh fuck! Please Ju-Amo" She corrected as his mouth finally lashed against her sex. With her panties in the way, the contact felt dull and she groaned out her annoyance.

"I love when you beg cariño, but you can't cum until I say." He teased, his tongue circling her clit meticulously through the fabric. She tried to buck her hips against his face for more contact. "Be still. Or I will torture you longer." He growled, his hand reaching up to wrap around her throat lightly. "Unless that's what you want?" He smirked, tugging on her panties again making her body burn with need.

"No. Please Amo. I'll be good." She cried out as Juan applied pressure to the sides of her throat in a way that didn't block her airway. When he finally moved her panties to the side to rub her unobstructed, Stacy panted and her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Look at me, I want you to watch cariño." He said, pausing his movements. She propped herself on her elbows and returned his burning gaze, then he started circling her wet entrance with his middle and ring finger. Stacy shivered, biting her lip as her pelvic muscles contracted around nothing as he brushed over her clit. He spread her wetness until her blue eyes strained to meet his hazel ones, begging him to release her.

"Good girl," He praised, and she melted into his touch. Feeling her relax further, Juan slid his fingers into her needy hole at last. Moans of pleasure poured from her throat as he wet his fingers with her juices and caressed her g-spot.

"Amo..." She groaned, her heart hammering in her chest as he worked over her spot at just the right angle. "I need to cum." She exhaled, biting on her lower lip as he pushed her closer to the edge.

"Not yet, just a little longer." He said, before stopping completely. Stacy whimpered in frustration, knowing he intended to delay her orgasm. After a moment that felt like forever, he returned to the slow pace, stroking her sensitive spots with an accuracy that had her gasping for breath. He felt her release her control over to him, saw the soft haze of tranquility on her face, felt how responsive her body was to his touch. Stacy groaned, her eyes locked on his as he teased her warm cunt with shallow thrusts. He loved how she thrashed against the sheets in tiny convulsions, fighting to keep still and remain obedient to his instructions. His fingers squelched with her juices as he pulsed his fingers against her buttons harder and faster. His hand tightened slightly around her throat as she was brought to the brink again.

"That's it cariño, cum for me!" He coaxed with a wicked snarl before lapping at her clit with his tongue. He could feel her heart pound beneath his hand, before a strangled yowl escaped her lips as her pussy constricted around his blazing fingers. Her hips bucked upwards reflexively as her body milked his fingers, her panting breath ragged to his ears. When he felt her relax, he removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth to taste her slick juices. Stacy watched with glassy eyes as he cleaned his fingers, then felt him release her throat and strip her of her panties, leaving her in just a bra.

"Where are your toys cariño? I know you have some." He asked with a knowing smile. Stacy shuddered with aftershocks before her mind fully comprehended what he had asked.

"Bed... under bed." She answered sleepily. After a brief search, Juan found a small chest under the bed. Lifting the lid, new levels of excitement made his cock throb. Inside, there was lube, anal toys, and monster cock dildos. His wolf flared at the sight of the toy with a bulbous knot.

She desires our true cock. It growled, and so did Juan, his eyes sharpening as he looked down at the gorgeous half dazed woman lying on the bed.

"Do you use these when no man is enough to satisfy you? Do you fantasize about being taken by monster cock, cariño?" He teased in a low tone, pulling out a black silicone butt plug and lube.

"Yes Amo, I'm a monster cock slut." She admitted, in her submissive haze as she floated in endorphins.

"I could be your big bad wolf tonight. Stretch your tight little ass around my cock." He rumbled, planting wet kisses up her legs. "Would you like that cariño?" He asked, his tone sweet and tempting again as he rubbed her tight sphincter with her cum. Stacy only squirmed in his direction, her body hungry for more.

"You've got to use your words." He tsked, pulling her up and over his lap as he sat on the bed. He spanked her ass twice, once on each cheek.

"Ah!" She gasped, the fog lifting from her mind. Her flesh stung with the strikes and grew hot. "Yes, please train my ass Amo. I want to be stretched and fucked by your big wolf cock." She begged, open to the roleplay that had more truth to it than she knew. Stacy pushed her ass up higher and he soothed the redness with his hands. When she rubbed her lace clad breasts over the erection in his pants, he spanked her again for the teasing behavior.

"What did I say about touching me?" He growled, "You are mine to touch, to tease, to fuck." He gripped her hair firmly and ran the toy through her wet folds. "You will obey and take what I give you." He added before he stuffed the toy into her sopping pussy. She moaned, her body going soft and pliant under his firm hands.

"It feels so good." She cried out as he prodded her asshole with the toy coated in her juices. Soft pants and sighs escaped her lips as he slowly filled her ass. He released her hair to caress her soft skin, his strong fingers kneading her tender cheeks. Every time she tried to press back against the toy, he pulled it away and slapped her ass again until she settled. He was in control and wouldn't be giving up the reins tonight.

"You like when I punish you, don't you cariño?" He teased, before brushing over her clit as he pressed the toy in deeper.

"Mmm, yes Amo." She muffled into the sheets.

"That's it, you can take it. All the way. That's my good girl." His praise made Stacy's heart flutter as he finally nestled the toy into her ass with a silent pop.

"I want to be good for you." She slurred with panted breath as he righted her and stood up from the bed.

"On your back, head on the edge of the bed." He commanded, helping her into the exact position he wanted her in. She heard the jingle of Juan's belt and the fly of his pants unzip, when her blue eyes opened, they stared hungrily at his swollen cock as he stroked his uncircumcised length leisurely above her face. He was thinking about tasting her pussy again, but tsked his tongue against his teeth instead as he watched her rub her aching tits together.

"Brazen of you to disobey so soon. Did I tell you to touch yourself?" He asks sternly.

"No, Amo." Stacy whimpered sheepishly, her hands quickly returning to her sides, but it was already too late.

"Take off your bra, then lay on your hands." He directed, still stroking himself. "Only obedient sluts get their cunts touched." When she was repositioned, he slapped both of her breasts until they were red and her nipples grew erect. Unlike her ass he did not sooth, pinch or tease them like she wanted.

"I'm sorry Amo." She cried out, as he rubbed his cock against her cheek.

"Open that pretty mouth cariño." He commanded, spreading the precum leaking from the tip over her nose and lips. "If it gets to be too much tap on my thigh and I'll stop." She nodded, her mouth opening wide to receive him. Dominant and pent up as he was, Juan still took her mouth slowly, allowing Stacy's tongue to swirl inside his foreskin, making his balls clench and his cock harden even more.

"Stick that tongue out for me." He said, feeding her inches until his cock hit the back of her throat. She moaned and slurped around him, the sound becoming sloppy as he thrust into her. Juan held himself at her limit and Stacy sputtered as she ran out of breath. Then, in the final moments before she tapped out, he pulled his throbbing member out so she could breathe again. He watched as she mashed her thighs together, wriggling with the need to feel pressure between her legs, but she kept her hands beneath her like he asked.

"That's my good girl." He praised, savoring the way her throat constricted around his cockhead when he finally pinched her nipples roughly. He pulled his cock away until she regained her breath and became still again before starting all over again. He fucked her mouth slowly, gradually sinking deeper, each time he reached down to pull at her nipples, making her moan around him. He watched as her throat expanded with the intrusion of his flesh, admiring the bulge it created as he thrust his hips forward.

"Your mouth feels so good cariño." He praised, pulling out and letting her breathe again. "How bad do you want my cum angel?" He asked, his own breath uneven from his teasing.

"I need it Amo. I need your cum." Stacy panted, hot breath cooling over his saliva slicked cock, sending a shiver up his spine.

"Tell me where you want it." He husked, his eyes locked on hers as she looked up at him through her lust.

"Please cum in my mouth Amo. I want to taste you. Need to be marked by my alpha." She pleaded, leaning into the roleplay. Juan's wolf howled in his head, ready to oblige. He squeezed the base of his shaft and slid it into her waiting mouth, his toes curling in his boots as her tongue lashed against the sensitive head. He allowed her another breath before he blocked her airway with his cock and thrust into her throat with need.

"Get ready cariño. I'm going to cum." He warned with a grunt, too on edge to hold back the fountain of semen aching in his heavy balls. It was hard for Stacy to focus as her pussy squeezed around nothing and pumped the toy in her ass. She didn't want to disappoint and hollowed her cheeks to suck him harder. His thrusts were measured, careful so as not to hurt her as he gripped the base of her skull in both his hands. He could not hold back anymore and with a low growl that gave way to soft whimpering, his cock convulsed and sprayed his load down her throat in shooting jets.

When he felt the rapid tapping of her hand on his thigh he pulled back far enough to spurt the rest of his seed into her open mouth as she gasped for air. Stacy swallowed everything he offered, savoring the pungent saltiness as it coated her tongue before drinking down his spend. She opened her mouth wide to show him what a good job she'd done, pleased satisfaction on her cute face.

"Amo please. Take me. Claim me with your cock." She begged, as he looked down at her with pride. Tears streaked her makeup and her hair was a messy golden river cascading down the edge of the bed, but she was the most beautiful creature on the planet in his eyes.

"Yes. You've taken my cock very well." He praised, wiping the tears from her cheek and planting a loving kiss on her swollen lips. "On your knees." He commanded, and with more energy than he thought she had left, he watched her reposition with a little wiggle of excitement as he discarded his boots and jeans onto the floor. Climbing onto the bed behind her, his cock was still half hard as he used the head to prod her sopping entrance. He slipped easily through her folds and his hips pushed against the toy in her ass as he bottomed out.

"That's it, that's my good girl. So wet for me." He said as she moaned in response. "You like it when I fuck both your holes, don't you cariño?"

"Yes Amo." She panted, balancing on her elbows.

"Arms behind your back." He instructed, using her arms as reins to pull her body onto his cock. His wolf snarled at him to pound into her sweet cunt but the rational part of his brain kept his movements slow and precise, for now.

"Ooooh, fuck." She moaned into the mattress. With her ass stuffed with the toy, Juan's girth felt even thicker, making her feel incredibly full. Her muffled cries made his sensitive cock throb as he pulled out and sunk back in.

"I can't wait to stretch your sweet little ass with my cock. Can't wait to fill you up with more of my cum." He husked into her ear, using his other hand to squeeze the mound of her left breast.

"Yes. Your cock. Feels. So. Good." Stacy huffed as he pumped into her sopping pussy. His thrusts thumped against the anal toy, making it feel like she was being fucked by two cocks at once.

"I can feel you getting close, cariño." He rumbled, his hand sliding down between her legs to stroke her clit. Stacy howled like a beast, a growl of her own, making his wolf rattle the chains of his control.

My mate, my ONE. The wolf rumbled, enticing Juan's cock to grow and change.

"I want to feel you cumming on my cock. Cum for me angel. Yes, that's it. Cum. Cum now." He coaxed, rubbing her clit hood, as he pounded into her slick center. Stacy unraveled against his sweaty skin, the slapping of flesh never stopping as he cleared all thought from her mind. In that brief moment of rapture, she felt removed from herself, a euphoric soul drifting in a space between time.

"Cariño." He whispered, as her quivering orgasm milked his cock back to full mast. Juan savored the feeling as his hips nestled deep into hers until she was still. His jaw was tight, his wolf still trying to wrestle control as she squeezed around him in aftershocks.

Juan pulled out slowly, loving how her juices clung in sticky strands to him as he rolled her onto her back. He balanced over her with one arm and kissed her deeply. Stacy's eyes fluttered, her body limp and pliable as she did her best to kiss him back.

"Do you want to keep playing cariño?" He asked, his voice sweet again, brushing the hair out of her face and cupping it with his large hand. The spark of her lust flared and with crystal clear eyes she looked up at him.

"I still want you to fuck my ass Amo." Stacy said in a seductive purr, gripping onto the leather harness strap across his chest to press herself against him. Quicker than her addled mind could process, Juan balanced on his knees and pulled her legs up and folded her in half. Now with better access he could see that her juices had dripped down her taint. He gently tugged on the anal toy, pulsing it in and out to prepare her hole for him.

He popped the toy out and tossed it over to his pile of clothes. Stacy moaned again, both her holes slightly gaped as Juan shoved his tongue as deep as he could reach into her ass. She wriggled and shook as he worked over her with his mouth. Grabbing the lube, he squeezed some of the jelly into her asshole, and coated his cock with a healthy glob.

"Watch as I stretch you, cariño." He said, making sure her eyes were on his cockhead as he pressed it into her. He used slow strokes to spread the lube and gave her time to adjust to his size. Rubbing her clit with his thumb to help the pleasure mix with pain as her ass was expanded with each deep stroke. A sweet symphony of moans and curses escaped her lips as she watched his veiny cock disappear inside of her.

Yes! Claim all of her fuck holes. Make her ours. His wolf howled possessively in his head as he bottomed out, stuffing her full of his cock. Juan rocked his hips against her in a slow tempo, her legs dangling over his shoulders but her eyes never left the spot where they joined together.

"Can I touch you?" Stacy asked through panted breaths, he could hear the vulnerability in her voice, and sense how desperate she was to feel more of him against her.

"Yes cariño," he crooned as he pulled out to the tip and sunk back into the depths of her ass. Stacy's hands slid up his arms, gripping hard and finding purchase on corded muscles. Pulling herself closer to meet each of his thrusts, she encouraged every pound of his hips.

Stacy's breath came out in little huffs as she melted into the mattress beneath him, losing herself in the pleasure. Eventually her fingers wrapped around the tuft of curls at the base of his skull as he crushed their lips together again, stealing even more breath from her lungs as his thrusts became harder, faster, and more urgent.

"Oh, Amo..." She cried out against his mouth, "Please, I'm so close. Can I cum?" She asked, her body taught and coiled around him, ready to explode again.

"No, not yet." He said through gritted teeth and pulled all the way out. Stacy only whimpered, her orgasm delayed again in exquisite torture. "On your belly." He ordered, giving her room to maneuver, reaching for some pillows to raise her hips, and applied another healthy glob of lube to his cock. When she was situated comfortably, he spread her ass cheeks, and let his drool drip down her crack. Rubbing the spit in with his slick cock, a low growl escaped behind his teeth as he lined himself up with her asshole again. Juan's body shivered, the hair on his arms and legs growing thicker as he failed to keep his wolf fully in check.

Let me out! It barked. He felt pain in his jaw from where his teeth extended, crowding his mouth. Rougher hands gripped her hips, pulling her body onto his cock purely for his pleasure.

No, you'll tear her to shreds. Juan warred internally, but his hips never stopped their frantic thrusts, his balls pounding against her dripping sex.

"Oh, fuck Amo. Yes. Yes. Please." Stacy panted out, taking his harsher, needy thrusts with enthusiasm.

Look at how she begs. The wolf salivated, pinning her against the mattress with more of his weight.

I shouldn't. Juan tried to resist but felt his cock swelling, the base widening into a bulbous knot. The wolf only cackled at his sly trick and waited for what he knew would come next.

"God, I feel so full." She muffled into the mattress as he stretched her further down his length, just above the engorged bulb.

"You are perfection. My perfect little mate." The wolf growled out into her ear. Juan shuddered, feeling the wolf take hold of his voice. His body. He plunged two fingers into her dripping sex roughly, gathering her juices to coat his knot in her slick. This darker side of Juan made Stacy's heart pound and her pussy clench.

"You will take all of me." He roared, shoving his knot past her tight sphincter. She screamed, a strangled yowl somewhere between pleasure and pain that gave way to drawn out moans into the mattress. He fucked her ass in a surprisingly slow pound of his hips, pulling his knot in and out of her ass until it stretched more comfortably around the engorged flesh.

He's being patient. Juan thought, unable to fathom kindness and consideration from his wolf. Juan still felt everything as his wolf took control, his mind going hazy with pleasure as the pace quickened. Stacy held onto the strong arms that caged her in, fingers interlacing over his as she added her own movements from below into the mix.

"Speak!" He snarled into the back of her neck. "Tell me how it feels to be taken by the wolf." He demanded, as he continued his relentless pace.

"I love it Amo." She gasped, "I was made for you. It feels good being fucked by you. So good being your mate." Stacy cried out in a needy whimper as he rubbed her swollen clit.

"Yes, you are mine! I have searched for you. Pined for you." The wolf admitted, his gruff voice softer now, as he inhaled her scent. "Join me in pleasure. Cum for me as I fill you with my seed." He commanded, gathering her hair and pulling her head to the side so he could place sloppy kisses on her neck.

"Yes Amo! Yes, I'm... I'm cumming!" She cried out beneath him. He savored the salt of sweat on her skin, adored the squeal she released as he raked his teeth over the sensitive flesh of her neck. He bit down on her shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to mark her as he sprayed her insides with a fountain of cum.

"You feel so good cariño." Juan purred, feeling the wolf returning his body to him as she shook with convulsions around his spurting cock. Shot after shot of his cum filled deep into her ass. "You did so well for me." He praised into her ear as he rolled them over onto their side so he didn't squish all the air out of her. Stacy mumbled something sleepily he couldn't quite make out. He drew his arms tighter around her spent body, his knot keeping his slowly deflating cock and copious amounts of cum from leaking out. Stacy nestled against him, her eyes and limbs heavy with exhaustion.

It would be some time before he'd be able to part from her, so he caressed her body with his warm hands, and peppered her soft skin with tiny kisses. Her breathing calmed and he felt her drift into sleep in his arms. There was no room to be angry at his wolf, but he did worry how he'd explain this to her later. How it wasn't just roleplay but who he really was under all the layers of normalcy he shielded himself with.

I want you to see the real me. He thought, feeling their hearts slowing together in the quiet.

Later. Grumbled his wolf and Juan stopped his worrying. Instead, nuzzling into Stacy protectively and licking the bite mark on her shoulder as she dozed in post orgasmic bliss.

#

Mr. Daugherty marched through the large mahogany door of the council boardroom with a sense of urgency. Locking it behind himself, he noticed that the window blinds were closed, obscuring the outside world from seeing what would be discussed shortly. Inside, Isadora and Sebastian were already sat in the low light, their faces pinched into expressions of concern. He saw how the fae councilman wrung his hands together, fidgeting with a pen on the large wooden table. Mr. Daugherty was no stranger to emergency meetings, they had been called before, in times of war, veil breaches, and when rogue factions stirred up trouble. This was different and that made the elder vampire uneasy.

"What are the updated numbers?" Mr. Daugherty asked, bypassing pleasantries and getting straight to the point as he sat at the head of the table. Isadora's yellow eyes snapped from his down to the digital tablet in her hands, where dozens of names appeared.

"138 confirmed missing persons sir." She started, "This is an 80% increase from last quarter." Her voice was clinical, but he could hear the slight waver in it, the rage she kept caged underneath the surface.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep people quiet." Mr. Vayne interjected, "Rumors have already begun to spread in Riverton Crossing, Lark Haven, and Pitch Pine." He said with a hint of exasperation.

"Not surprising since those boroughs have a higher density of missing persons." Mrs. Margrave added, "My agents have been unable to track their biomagic ID's. Either someone is nullifying their signatures or..." She hesitated, not wanting to speak what she felt to be true into the world.

"Or they have been murdered." Mr. Daugherty finished for her. "Are there any correlations between those that have been taken?" He asked, gripping onto the arm of his chair to ground himself. There wasn't time to get emotional, not now, not when he needed to keep a cool head.

"If there is a pattern, I haven't found it." She said, pressing a button to activate the projector above. After a moment, a map appeared on the wall. "The victims seem to be chosen at random with no regard to age, gender, sex, or species." She reported as red pins populated on the map, slowly at first, then rapidly, until the map was covered in red dots.

"What about the human authorities? Do they have any theories?" Mr. Daugherty asked, his grip tightening on the arm rest as he stared out at the information she presented. It was one thing to hear about the numbers, it was another to see it play out, to see how it escalated in recent weeks.

"Nothing useful. They've thrown around a serial killer angle, but with no bodies being found, they don't have anything to build a case on." The distain was evident in her tone, but he ignored it. He knew she just needed someone to blame, and useless humans were an easy target for her to project her anger on.

"What about hunter activities?" Asked Mr. Vayne, his throat tight, and a furrowed brow that pushed his bushy eyebrows together.

"We've considered that, but it's been quiet and this isn't their usual behavior." Isadora explained, her foot tapping beneath the table. "They usually brag, but no one has claimed responsibility on any of the monitored forums." She knew he was grasping at straws, that he wasn't questioning her investigation, but the indignant glare she shot back had him shutting his mouth again.

"Evidence? Eye witnesses?" Mr. Daugherty asked, hoping there would be something the humans had missed, a lead to follow.

"Very little. Some of the reports say that whole families just vanished without a trace." She pulled up a dozen photos and displayed them on screen. "As you can see, in some cases dinner was set out on the table. There were no signs of forced entry or struggle." Her hand gripped the tablet a little tighter as she saw the last photo. She'd known the family personally, had eaten dinner at the table with them, and now they were gone.

"Arthur, we need to alert the public!" Sebastian implored the head councilman, standing up from his chair abruptly, forcing it against the wall with a loud thud that reverberated in the quiet room. "People are scared, if we do nothing, they will take things into their own hands." He said frantically and began to pace, running his hands through his hair nervously.

"Absolutely not! Doing so would incite mass panic." Isadora shut him down with another hard glare. She watched as he puffed out his chest, bit his tongue, then deflated again with a heavy sigh as he sat back into his chair. Mr. Daugherty only continued to stare at the constellation of red pins.

"We know that the incidents are centered around the boroughs of Briarbank, and they have accelerated in the last month. Reports from our national and international branches show no increase in suspicious activity anywhere else. This can still be contained." Mrs. Margrave tried to convince, more so to herself than the rest of the council.

"That's a load of horse shit Isadora and you know it! Who's to say the perpetrators won't expand into other regions if we don't warn our people? We must do something!" Sebastian countered, his own anger flaring at the situation.

"Enough!" Mr. Daugherty boomed, tired of their squabbling, "Fighting amongst ourselves does nothing for the city." He looked at both of his councilmates with a stern glare, until both nodded their heads. "Is there anything else I should know?" He asked, knowing Isadora must have something important to share.

"Yes sir." She nodded, pulling up a particular case file. "Mr. Fischer, is among the list of the unaccounted for." She explained, as Theo's employee photo displayed on screen.

"The love sick fool?" Mr. Vayne questioned, a hand reaching up to cover his mouth.

"Yes. He was last seen at a restaurant with Miss Veron the night after our meeting." Mrs. Margrave presented an animated map of his movements around the city. "There seems to be some kind of glitch before his biomagic ID signal just disappeared. Look you can see it here." She points to the map where the pin representing Theo jumps from inside the city to a secluded safehouse outside of the city.

"What could cause a glitch like this?" Mr. Daugherty asked, leaning forward in his chair.

"We don't know exactly sir. We had technicians check the receivers but they were all functioning properly. There were no other glitches reported by IT after I had them scrub through the data." She explained, worrying her lip between her teeth.

"There are magical ways to suppress the signal." Mr. Vayne added, skeptical of this so called 'glitch'.

"Do we know the whereabouts of Miss Veron?" Mr. Daugherty asked, stroking his goatee.

"Unfortunately, no. After our meeting with Theodore, I had my agents do some digging. They found some employment and familial records on Miss Veron, but nothing out of the ordinary. At this time there are no missing persons reports filed for her."

"I don't like it, for all we know she could be involved in the kidnapping ring." Mr. Vayne spat, his frustration flaring.

"We shouldn't jump to any conclusions Sebastian. Based on what we were told about her. She isn't just a mundane human." Mr. Daugherty reminded.

"Yes, she could very well be a victim in all of this. I plan to investigate further and see if we can find her." Isadora said, sitting up straighter in her seat.

"Very well, keep me informed on your progress. Sebastian, I know it is becoming more difficult to control the narrative, but we need your help in containing the truth from our people, for now. Hopefully we will have answers soon."

"Yes sir." They said in tandem and the meeting was adjourned.

**Author's Note**

Thank you so much for getting this far reader ❤ It means so much to me that even though my posting schedule is inconsistent as hell y'all still show up and take time out of your life to read my story. I promised you spice and I hope I delivered! If you did like it, please give it some stars to help other people find it too.

~Love, Ronnie ????