Dominating Her Werewolf Boyfriend

"You like what you see?" Marina paused, lifted her leg and rested one of the chunky heels of her pink gogo boots against the doorframe. The leather shimmered in the dim lighting of Jamie's basement staircase, the boot's material stretched seamlessly with its tight fit around Marina's calf. Her bra and panties, the only other clothing she wore, were part of a matching set, bought just this week. This was Jamie's first time seeing it.

From the way his jaw hung open, Jamie liked it very much indeed. Marina smirked as she tried to walk down the stairs with slow purpose, as if this were her home that she owned and was in charge of her dominion. She had done a lot of, ahem, reading, to learn how best to embrace her new boyfriend's fetishes. Including spending more time and money in a sex store than she had ever thought she was going to to look like a pastel pink dominatrix.

But for Jamie? For Jamie it was worth it. Jamie was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a plain black t-shirt and well-fitting jeans to his thin-but-not-skinny frame. His hair was clean from showering but a fluffy mess from not styling or putting any product in it, exactly how Marina liked it. He was adorable, yes, but he was also sweet, funny, and kind. And downright kinky. There were a lot of wonderful little surprises that came with dating Jamie, Marina was learning.

Like how it would be a full moon tonight, for instance.

Marina looked into Jamie's puppy-dog dilated-with-lust eyes and knew he was completely taken with her. It turned out that certain things that Marina used to be afraid of, things she had never considered before, weren't so bad after all. In fact, they could be very, extremely, fun.

Jamie's open little mouth, so often telling silly little jokes, curled up as he bit his lower lip. "Wow." He said.

"Is that a yes?" Marina asked, reaching the basement floor and turning around, showing off her ass while looking over her shoulder. "I asked you a question, boytoy."

"Y-yes." Jamie said, grinning.

"Yes, Mistress." Marina corrected, turning slowly toward him, letting her tall heels clomp loudly against the floor of the basement, no, of her dungeon. She saw Jamie's breath catch in his chest.

"Yes, Mistress." Jamie said. He was biting his lower lip again. Good.

"Bring me your collar." Marina commanded. "No- not like that." Jamie froze in the act of standing up. "Crawl." Jamie swallowed, then lowered to his hands and knees. The collar, a metal neckpiece with an o-ring, was carefully arranged on a side table alongside all of their other toys that Jamie had laid out according to Marina's instructions while she had been getting ready in the main house.

Jamie crawled across the floor, his stuck-in-the-air ass moving hypnotically as he crawled past the St. Andrew's Cross, got to the table, glanced back at Marina as he did, and lifted a hand up for the collar.

"Stop. Bad boy." Marina said. "Dogs don't have hands. Bring it to me with your teeth, like a good little puppy." Jamie brought his hand back down to the ground, arched his back, stretched his neck, and after fumbling for a bit, clamped the O-ring of the collar with his lips and dragged it off of the table, dangling it from his mouth with the sound of small metallic tingles. He crawled back and presented it to Marina.

"Good boy." Marina said, slapping his ass before taking the collar, his metal slave collar, from him. She reached to put it around her boyfriend, then changed her mind, brought it to her mouth instead and swirled her tongue through the o-ring, making sure Jamie was watching every second as she tasted the spit where he had held it in his mouth. Then she bent down and quickly clasped the collar around Jamie's neck, locking it shut with a click. It fit very loosely around him, plenty of space for him to grow into it.

Marina looped a finger through the O-ring, and pulled up sharply, yanking Jamie up to his feet, and pulled him into a kiss. Marina let out a soft moan. She didn't know all the conventions of BDSM yet, but she didn't care right now, she didn't want to play the part of some cool uncaring domme, she wanted Jamie's body, and judging from how his soft pillowy lips turned firm as he moaned into her mouth, pressing deeper into the kiss, he wanted her body just as much as she did his. There wasn't anything wrong with both owning and lusting after your submissive, was there?

Jamie opened his mouth wide against Marina's, daring to stick his tongue inside her mouth until she pulled apart. With her free hand, one still holding him in place by the collar, Marina reached around and slapped Jamie's ass again. "Uh-uh-uh. I'm in charge. Give me your bottom lip, bottom." She plunged her lips back to his, and latched onto Jamie's silky soft lower lip, sucking it, tugging it out from his mouth, running just the tip of her tongue across it. She ran her free hand up from where she had been gripping his ass to caressing Jamie's waist touching his skin just under his shirt. She pulled him closer, pressing his torso against her leather-covered breasts.

Jamie moaned again, louder. He reached out and grabbed Marina's waist in turn, his hands clenching her love handles tightly. Marina thought about turning this into a reprimand as well, but decided against it in favor of enjoying his mouth for just a few moments longer. He was just so soft. His lips so tender, running her tongue across them gave her the same feeling like when you see a cute kitten and you just can't help but want to *squeeze* it.

Jamie moaned a third time, the air escaping from his chest as Marina squeezed it out of him. "Mmm" she moaned back, she grabbed his ass again. "You're so fucking sexy." She whispered between kisses, then looped her finger through his collar, pulling it taut against his neck. "And you're mine." She gave him a light yank from the collar ring, destabilizing him before pushing him by his shoulders back towards the bed. "Strip for me. Now."

Jamie, basically drooling, locked eye contact with Marina as he pulled off his black t-shirt, showing off his bare chest, and then he shimmied out of his jeans leaving him only in his metal collar and a reflective shiny pair of black leather boxers.

He hooked his thumbs around the waistline of those too. "No." Marina said with a playful lilt. "Those stay on." She smiled, and stepped towards her boyfriend, feeling how wet she was already with her every step, "you put them on for me so you could be my little slut, didn't you? We can't have you take them off now and let that go to waste, can we?" Seeing Jamie like this was just so exciting. These were his fetishes sure, but they were fun, and they left Jamie looking positively desperate for her, for sex. Marina could see the outline of his thick, erect cock straining against his leather underwear. On any other day she could pounce and take him right here right now. He'd like that, she knew. But not tonight, this time it was important, vital, to stick to her plan.

"No, Mistress." Jamie said with a smile, watching Marina's every breath.

Marina reached up and ran two fingers across Jamie's lips, trailed them down his chin and neck, his chest, and then pinched his nipple, watching his body jolt. "No, what?"

"What?" He asked, grimacing. He loved it.

Marina pinched again, harder. "No, we can't let them go to waste? Or no, you didn't put them on for me?"

"Ahhh" Jamie moaned. "No, we can't let them go to waste." He said.

"So you did wear them for me?"

"Yes."

Marina shoved Jamie backwards onto the bed. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress." Jamie smiled just saying her title.

"No." Marina smiled too. "Tell me why you wore them."

"I wore them for you." He said, as Marina, with Jamie's help, guided her boyfriend to lay out onto the bed, first on his back, and then flipped him onto his belly.

Marina straddled her face-down boyfriend, rubbing their legs together like crickets, the material of her go-go boots sliding smoothly across his legs as she did. She leaned forward, and placed her tongue on his shoulder, running it down the length of his arm, guiding his hand behind his back as she did, then lingered her mouth against his inner wrist, swirling her tongue around Jamie's sensitive tendons and muscles, letting him gasp and softly moan as she did. She repeated the routine on the other side of his back.

Marina reached for the padded leather handcuffs on the side table. "You put those sexy leather briefs on for me." She handcuffed Jamie behind his back. "You wanted to put on a show for me." She slapped Jamie's shiny leather ass, and then gripped it. "You wore them to be my little slut, didn't you?"

Marina pushed Jamie forward and upwards, bringing his ass up into the air, his face down against the mattress, his body bent over. She reached around, sliding her fingers down his chest and belly before reaching his crotch, feeling his erect cock begging to burst through the leather. He was big already, but Marina had seen him even bigger before. Gripping him, Marina could feel an ever so slight give in his skin, but Marina wanted him absolute rock hard before she let him cum.

"Say it." Marina said, shifting Jamie's cock through his underwear from side to side, making him jolt and squirm as she rubbed it against the leather and his own skin. She changed her voice into a higher octave, sounding whiny, mocking, "Say: I'm a little slut, Mistress. I wore leather panties because I want you to tie me up and fuck me like a bitch."

Jamie was blushing and gasping from the contact, Marina could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. "I'm a little slut, Mistress." Marina, biting her own lower lip now, with her free hand, reached down and touched herself through her underwear. She moaned, it felt so goddamn good. Jamie exhaled. "I wore leather panties because I want you to fuck me- ngh," Marina grabbed his balls, tenderly, knowing he didn't like it too firm. "Because," he continued, voice strained, "I want you to tie me up and fuck me like a bitch."

Marina let go of Jamie's cock, leaned over him, put her lips right next to his ear, and whispered into it. "And I will. Ah-" a pin of pleasure came up from her sex as she continued to touch herself. "Oh fuck, I will." She gently bit his ear. She removed her hands, got up on her knees, hooked her boots onto the inside sides of his legs, and slid them out to the sides, spreading his legs apart. She grabbed Jamie's waist, and tenderly pulled him forward, pressing her leather crotch against his leather ass, and then started to hump him.

Logically, humping him didn't do anything directly stimulating for either of them, just her panties and pelvis slapping against his, but fuck if it didn't make Marina feel like she was in charge. "I'm going to tie you up." She said between thrusts. "I'm going to make you moan and scream for me like a little bitch. And I'm going to fuck you silly just like you daydream about in your dirty mind."

Jamie moaned, Marina grinned.

She dismounted, flipped Jamie onto his back, his handcuffed wrists repositioning underneath the small of his back, and then restraddled him, one of her legs between his, running it up and down against his cock and underwear. "Are you going to be a good bitch for me?" She asked. "Are you going to do everything I say?"

"Y-yes." Jamie's grimace was already threatening to turn into an o-face.

Marina smirked. "You'd cum right now if I touched you, wouldn't you?"

"Yes!" Jamie said with a groan.

"Well that's too bad. I'm not ready for you yet." Marina licked her lips. "I want you bigger. Harder." She stopped teasing his crotch with her leg and leaned forward, supporting herself with her arms as she lowered her torso over Jamie's face. "Kiss my tits."

Jamie did, the voracious, desperate man in the throes of roleplay beneath her giving way to the tender and kind lips of her lover as he gently kissed Marina through her bra, pushing ever so slightly with his lips where her erect nipples were underneath.

"Oh, fuck." Marina said with an exhale. Each kiss, elegantly placed over her nipples, sent longing vibrations through her body. She cooed with the tantalizing, barely there touch, then after just enough shifted and made Jamie kiss her other breast. "You feel so good." Marina moaned as he did.

"Ugh, no you do." Jamie said, dumbly, between kisses.

Marina reached behind her back, and with one hand unclipped her bra, letting the pink leather fall onto Jamie's bare chest. "Use that tongue, boytoy." She said, leaning forward again.

Jamie, maintaining eye contact as best as he could, reached out with his tongue, and slowly, carefully swirled it around the circle of Marina's nipple. His tongue was warm, wet, and like other parts of him so, delectably soft. After several rotations, he ran just the firm tip of his tongue across the hardest nub of Marina's now even more erect nipple.

Marina gasped.

Jamie craned his neck over to Marina's other breast and repeated the process, knowing just the way to tease her as they'd talked through all of the awkward initial nights together they'd had. Now, ever the fast learner, he had an expertise surpassing that of even her most experienced former lovers. Another perk of dating a submissive, Marina thought, they know how to take a fucking direction.

Marina reached down and slipped two fingers beneath her underwear. She pushed her clit ever so slightly downward and then swirled her fingers against it. Her jaw dropped, her brow knit together, and she grunted her moans out as Jamie's tongue sent energetic teasing pulses through her breasts and body, while her fingers worked her closer and closer to further pleasure. "Oh fuck!" She repeated.

"That's what I'm trying to do." Jamie grunted.

"Shut up." Marina said, smiling. Jamie, using just his lips, bit down on Marina's nipple. "Ah!" Marina moaned in a high pitch. She rubbed herself harder.

Marina got up, tossed her bra off of Jamie to the side, and turned around, placing her boots on either side of Jamie's head, her crotch hovering just over his mouth, her own face just over his dick, 69 position.

Jamie whined.

"What's wrong?" Marina asked, breathing hard herself now. "Can you smell me? Smell how wet I am?"

"Yes." Jamie groaned. "May I lick you?"

"No." Marina said.

Jamie whined again.

Marina backed up, pressing her sex directly onto Jamie's mouth, and leaned over and kissed his soft exposed treasure trail of skin on either side of his leather underwear, the form of his balls pressing through the underwear and rubbing against her cheeks as she did so.

Jamie squirmed along with his moans. Marina held his legs down and apart firmly. She could see his cock, which had softened ever so slightly while she had made him kiss her tits, grow under the underwear again. She lifted the sides of his underwear and stuck her tongue between them and his skin, reaching ever closer to his actual cock. Every kiss, every salty, sweaty, and just-a-hint-of-precum tasting lick on the skin directly around Jamie's balls seemed to make him go one step closer to uncontrollable desire.

"Ah, ah, ah-" Jamie moaned. "Please, please let me taste you." Jamie kissed Marina's skin, not touching her underwear or the outline of her pussy, but the supple upper thighs on either side of her underwear, just like she was kissing his.

"Ah!" Marina yelped, surprised and teased by the jolts of stimulation Jamie sent up to her. They felt so good, his soft lips so close to her labia felt so good, she didn't have the heart to punish him for overstepping.

Marina felt her face heat up, blushing, as she moved to kiss his balls directly through his underwear, feeling them press and move underneath along with his increasing wriggling. God she wanted him so badly. She had to put more of her body weight down on top of him just to keep him staying put. "Take my panties off."

Jamie, no stranger to having his hands bound, immediately started grasping at Marina's underwear with his lips, trying to grip the lining and pull her panties down. He kept fumbling though, the leather lingerie providing less grip than normal fabric. The effect being lots of kisses and stimulation of Marina's lower back and waistline, and an increasingly desperate handcuffed Jamie, neither category of which felt like losses on Marina's part.

"Come on," she teased again in her whiny voice between pressing into his balls, "don't you want to taste me? Don't you want to make me cum?"

"Yes," Jamie moaned, "god yes." Jamie stopped using his lips and started using his teeth, finally finding purchase, and he pulled with his neck. Marina finished the rest of the job, crawling forward and sliding her legs through the panties, letting them too flop onto Jamie's face before he shook them off.

Marina laid there for a moment, naked but for her gogos, a sheen of sweat of her whole body, and feeling so wet down there she thought she might drip. She looked at her slobbering, touch-him-anywhere-now-and-he'll-moan boyfriend in a collar and leather underwear, baby blue eyes big and round and hanging onto her every word. Marina's want turned into a need. He may not get to cum yet. But Marina was the one making the rules. She grabbed one of the pillows and threw it onto the floor on the side of the bed. "Kneel." She commanded.

Jamie, using whatever core strength he had left after all of his wriggling, sat up, and shimmied to the side of the bed and down off of it, kneeling on the pillow. Marina shifted, laying her back onto the bed, bringing her ass to the edge, her pussy out in the open air, inches from Jamie's mouth.

Jamie, clearly desperate, plunged forward but Marina held him back, the heel of her boot catching him against his shoulder. "Not yet." She said. "Earn it."

Jamie, the o-ring of his collar tinkling, puppy eyes locked onto Marina's, visibly held himself back as he kissed Marina's boot instead, starting with the chunky heel pressing against his shoulder, working up to her calf, and then to her skin, his lips little tickling delights.

Marina watched Jamie work himself up one leg, and started touching herself as he did. Jamie ran his tongue up Marina's thigh, ending his tongue on the skin just by Marina's pussy lips. "Ohhh." She moaned. She pushed him back with the other leg, and picking up the hint, Jamie started kissing and working his way up her other boot and leg too.

"Fuck yes." Marina moaned as Jamie got back between her legs, the tip of his nose accidentally brushing against the very surface of her slit, and coming away moist with her juices. Marina took her hand away from her crotch. Jamie kissed to the left, right, and just above Marina's clit. He ran his tongue around her opening. Marina gripped the bedsheets with both hands, pulling the fabric tight between her fingertips. He was so tantalizingly close to her sex, fuck. She looked up and saw him staring right back into her eyes.

Marina could've exploded. "Eat me."

Jamie, the tender, obedient submissive, became the ravenous beast within. He dove forward, wide-open mouth, tongue plunging into Marina's vagina, running in circles lapping up the juices on all sides of Marina's sex, like an actual dog, frequently overlapping her clit. His lips fluctuated up and down as it felt like he was sucking out her entire being.

It was Marina's turn to wriggle and writhe and moan wordlessly. Her pussy, soaked wet from the entire scene playing out, just waiting for release finally had it. Jamie's tongue was just so right, so good, he belonged inside of her. And every time he passed over her clit, her absolute everything twitched with overwhelmed delight. Her entire body started trembling, she pulled her legs ever so slightly towards her, themselves nearly vibrating as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, every muscle tensing, pulling Jamie closer to her with her boots.

"Oh, oh fuck. Oh fuck!" Marina's voice went high-pitched. "Jamie. Jamie fuck me! Please fuck me, Jamie! OH!"

Jamie focused more on Marina's clit, sucking the skin around it with his lips, and flicking the clit itself back and forth with the tip of his tongue. It was heaven.

The pressure was building up. Every muscle in Marina's body tensed, her body absolutely vibrating. A force within her was gathering, pressing against the wall that separated teasing pleasure from mind-numbing orgasm. Marina let her head fall back loosely, her eyes shut tight, and her mouth freeze open as she groaned louder.

"Oh- oh- oh- oh! OH!" That wall inside of her shattered.

Marina convulsed, curling upwards as warm pleasure rushed through her entire body, a blanket of joy and security knit together by unshakable love. Jamie convulsed her, blissed her out beyond thought, and fucked her wholly and completely. As the most intense waves of pleasure passed, his continued sucking and tongue fucking kept making Marina twitch and moan, the aftershocks of the world-shattering earthquake within that she had just experienced. When it became too much, the pleasure giving away to sheer sensitivity, finally, she pushed him away with her legs.

"Get up here." She said with an exhale, lying down as if to sleep, closing her eyes as she floated on her fading sensations. There was some shuffling and a grunt and then a sweaty warm body landed down next to her on the bed. Marina reached around and undid Jamie's handcuffs and brought his hands up to wrap around her. He held her, and she held him, pulling each other close, she tucked in against his torso. And there they stayed for two moments, no words exchanged except for listening to each other's breaths.

Marina could feel Jamie. He was still so hard through it all. But still not quite hard enough.

"You." Marina said, at last. "Deserve a reward."

"Oh?" Jamie's cock twitched. Marina smirked, feeling it against her body.

"Yes." Marina said. "You fucked me so well. You're incredible."

"It was my pleasure." Jamie said, a smirk in his voice at their longstanding joke.

"No," Marina said, squeezing him tight against her. "That's what I'm giving you next." With a click, she locked Jamie's handcuffs back together. "But on my terms."

A timer went off on the side table. Marina sat up. Holy shit, was it time already? She must have gotten carried away. "Time's up, stud." Marina said. "More cuddles later." She sat up, killed the alarm, and then pulled Jamie onto his feet by his collar, guiding him to the St. Andrew's Cross on the other side of the room, directly across from the bed.

From this close, Marina could see the ways this X-shaped cross was different from the free-standing ones at bondage clubs and in pornos. Jamie had taken great care with this one. It was metal for one, and bolted into the concrete wall for two. Marina took Jamie's collar and linked it's o-ring to the chain bolted into the wall at the corresponding height.

"Fuck." Jamie exhaled. Marina could hear his disappointment.

"What, babe?" Marina asked, the domme character dropping from her voice as she undid Jamie's padded leather handcuffs, fully removing them.

"I just really wanted to cum tonight." Jamie said sheepishly.

Marina smirked, a hint of tease creeping back into her tone. "Oh, Love. Who said I was done with you?" She said, slipping Jamie's wrists through large, heavy duty metal cuffs attached to the top two upper points of the X-shaped cross.

Concern flashed across Jamie's face. "You want to try it? Tonight? Are you sure?"

Marina nodded, moving down to lock in Jamie's ankles..

"Marina, you have to be careful. I can see and I can feel in there, but I don't have control. I can't hold back if I get loose."

Marina clicked Jamie's ankles shut and rose to look him in the eye, the two of them almost at the same height, her in her boots, him with legs spread. "Jamie, if it's you in there then I know I can get through. We've talked about this. It'll be okay." Marina kissed Jamie's cheek. "And besides," she continued, breathier, "when it comes to sex with me, you don't ever get to be in control anyways." She grabbed Jamie's lips with hers, and made out with him, feeling his body tense against his restraints as he arched his back and tried to press his chest against her naked breasts or his erect leather-clad cock against her body.

"When I have you like this," she continued, "I'm the one in control. I determine when you get touched." Marina slid down Jamie's torso to lick his nipple, making him squirm. "Where you get touched." She said, sliding down to his crotch, running her tongue along the waistline. "And how you get touched." Marina opened her mouth, forming it over the imprint of his balls through the leather, and lightly squeezing down, as if she were holding a grape between her lips.

"Fuck!" Jamie cried out, a mix of probably 90% pleasure and 10% pain.

"I'm working on that." Marina said, looking up at Jamie with a mischievous grin.

She stood up and turned away from him, walking in a deliberate one foot in front of the other style, hoping it would make her hips and her ass sway more while he stared. She picked up a riding crop from the side table, walked back between the bed and Jamie. She turned around, bent down, and stretched out her arms, looking at Jamie back through her legs, letting her breasts sway openly, and her pussy be on full display.

"You've been a good boy tonight." Marina said, slowly righting herself. "The perfect bitch." She faced him and took a step forward. "You crawled when I said crawl, you licked when I said lick, and you fucked when I said fuck. I bet you're just ready to burst for me, aren't you?"

Jamie bit his lip. "Yes."

Marina cracked the riding crop down to the floor for the drama of the 'THWACK'. "Yes?"

"Yes, Mistress." Jamie said.

"Was that a hint of sarcasm I heard in your voice?" Marina asked.

Jamie's chest heaved with clear lust. "No, Mistress."

"I don't know. I could've sworn you didn't mean it. Maybe you need just a little bit of punishment before your reward after all." Marina cracked the riding crop against Jamie's left leg, to his yelp and squirming. "Besides," she reached down and gripped Jamie's leather cock "I can tell you're gotten soft waiting for me. Let's fix that."

Marina hooked one boot around Jamie's restrained leg, hoisting herself up to his lips, wrapping her arms around his torso and making out with him in the process. She started humping him again, this time her bare pussy juices pushing against his underwear, leaving his leather lingerie shiny with her drippings. She could feel him immediately grow harder.

"You're going to cum for me." Marina panted through thrusts and kisses. Jamie was matching her movements, pushing against her equally, ramming his hard cock against his tight underwear and to her soft body. "I want you to cum. I want to feel it." Marina turned around, grinding her ass against Jamie. "I want you to be chained up there, an object for my pleasure, that I get to use and abuse to my heart's content. I want to own you, to love you, to fuck you." She could feel how Jamie's erect cock, even through his underwear, rubbed across her from one ass cheek to the other. "I want to make you squeal and moan and writhe. And I want to make you cum for me."

The second timer went off. Marina kept grinding away.

"It's- it's happening!" Jamie moaned through clenched teeth, metallic clanging filling the air as Jamie's back arched against the wall, his wrist and ankle restraints straining as Marina felt his stiff cock straining through his underwear against her ass as she grinded against him and he thrust against her.

"Do it." Marina commanded. "Turn. I want to see you, all of you." She flicked her wrist backwards, her riding crop landing on Jamie's soft skin with a sharp 'Thwack'. "I don't own just one version of you, I want every single iteration, every last drop of your soul. Turn for me, Jamie! Let me fuck you!"

"Augh," Jamie moaned. "Ah, ah, rrrrrgh!" The soft, kind, gentle voice of sweet Jamie deepened, his moans dropped an octave, and he started panting. Marina, still pushing her crotch against Jamie's leather underwear felt him getting inhumanly bigger. Her stomach prickled with the tiny pokes of coarse fur appearing and growing across the pores in his chest and she knew she had to disentangle and step back, quickly. She dropped her riding crop, unhooked her leg from around the cross, and stepped away just in time to see the final cycles of her boyfriend's transformation.

Jamie's entire body had grown from his human frame into the lithe muscled killing machine of a werewolf, filling his once loose restraints and collar fully. His torso and pelvis, distinctly human in shape but now a network of ripped abs covered in brown fur, his arms and legs, taut muscular appendages that Marina knew could leap his entire body into the air, or pounce on prey and tear them open with his claws. And his head, more wolf-like than human with his pointed ears and long growling snout, culminated in his two still very blue eyes tracking Marina like she was prey to be eaten.

When Marina met Jamie's eyes, because this beast was still Jamie, she reminded herself, he pulled against all of his restraints, clanging them together, thrusting his pelvis so hard that Marina feared for a moment the chains would break. Marina took a step back in a brief moment of fear, but kept her eye contact. She knew these bonds, Jamie had been using them to safely secure his transformations for years. She was safe. In fact, it was Jamie, that was at her mercy.

Jamie thrust again, and this time his cock, harder even than Marina had been teasing him to become in his human form, burst through the strained leather underwear, tearing open a hole in its center, shreds of leather hanging around his girth. Jamie's cock, red and wolfish, was much longer than his already admirable human form. His shaft was dotted with smooth round bulbs on all sides like for-her-pleasure condoms, his head was ever so slightly angular for piercing through slits, and his whole shaft was practically coated in oozing down precum while still more dribbled out of the tip of his penis.

Marina bit her lower lip. She looked up into Jamie's eyes, saw the ravenous beast, the thing that wanted nothing more than to attack and kill, and also saw the Jamie inside the beast, her boyfriend consumed by lust for her, that wanted one thing more than anything else tonight. Marina crouched down and got on all fours, meeting Jamie's stare as she did. She crawled forward, hand before boot, staring all the while, until she was inches away from the massive werewolf cock.

Jamie's cock twitched, his muscles straining involuntarily.

"That's right." Marina said. "You still want it, don't you? You want what my body can do for you."

Jamie growled.

"Let me show you." Marina dropped her mouth open, stuck out her tongue, and approached Jamie's shaft, running her soft moist tongue up his rock hard werewolf cock, tasting the earthy precum and licking it up, swirling her tongue around his head to get every drop. "Let me show you why I'm the one in charge."

Jamie strained against the bindings, his cock twitched maddeningly, accidentally flicking it away from Marina's tongue, he struggled against his restraints and when he thrusted his pelvis but couldn't get any closer to her he began to whimper like a dog. A submissive dog.

"Fuck, yes." Marina cooed. "You'll have to beg for me even when you're like this." She repositioned and licked Jamie's ribbed shaft like it was an ice cream cone, feeling the contours of this new form, there was no heavenly way it would've fit in her throat let alone her mouth. Her licking caused him another bout of struggles and whining. "I'm in control. Not you." Marina told him between licks. "I'm the alpha. You're my little beta bitch, you understand that?" She licked again, making more precum dribble out of his dick. "And I'm going to make you my mate." Marina said, looking up at his bestial eyes, his furred body. She reached over and gently grasped his wolf balls in one hand, rubbing her thumb across them.

That sent him, for lack of a better term, absolutely feral. The gentle stimulation from her tongue and hand just teased him from the hard thrusting his body, beast and the man inside, had been craving for hours now. Jamie was growling, saliva was lapping from his long jaws and making little puddles on the floor around him, some of it catching into Marina's hair, precum was supernaturally flowing from his cock like foam from a beer poured on tap.

Marina looked up, and stood up, careful to keep low and away from Jamie's predator jaws. She stroked his cock one finger at a time, feeling it lubricate itself with precum and send him into a fresh set of growls and twitches every single stroke. His muscles were so defined she could practically see his body pulsate. She slid her other hand up Jamie's chest, petting the fur and feeling his pronounced abdominals.

"Are you ready for your reward, boytoy?" Marina squeezed down on his nipple, punching it between her fingers. Jamie's neck arched, and he actually howled, "AWOOOOOOOooooo".

Marina, unable to hold back her smile, licked her lips, slid down, positioned herself carefully, and slid her sex towards his cock.

Jamie's cock slipped into her like butter, pointed and lubed with precum as it was, and as she continued sliding in, his wolf cock filled Marina up like nothing any man or toy ever had before. She had seen him like this before and had mentally prepared for the length, but she hadn't been ready for its girth, holy shit.

"Oh god!" Marina whined, eyes shut tight and sharp but brief twinges of pain from Jamie's sheer size and girth mixing with her pleasure and sensitivity from her recently-cum but still utterly horny pussy.

Jamie snarled, and thrust into her, close enough now to do so even with his restraints. Marina yelped, the angled head of Jamie's cock reaching all the way to her cervix. She grabbed fistfuls of Jamie's chest fur, holding herself steady, holding onto him directly. "Fuck me, you sub."

Jamie thrust again, faster, harder. Marina moaned and groaned through grit teeth. "I don't care how big you are. I don't care how strong you are. You know I own you. I am your mistress, do you still understand that? You're my bitch and you're going to fill me with your doggy cum and you're going to obey my every command. Is that understood?"

Jamie continued to hump, tongue hanging out and panting. And then he woofed.

Marina blinked. The bark had been a deep, guttural noise from the inside of Jamie's chest, she had felt it as much as heard it, but still- had he just understood her?

Jamie plowed into Marina, who was now being lifted onto the tippy toes of her gogo boots at the climax of each thrust just to be able to take it all in, while Jamie's panting was growing ever louder, his thrusts stronger. It would be impossible for Marina to walk for hours, maybe days after this, she knew. But she kept strong, she looked up into Jamie's blue eyes, the most human feature in his face of brown fur.

"You're mine, Jamie. I own you."

Jamie gave a canine whine.

"When you cum inside me, and you're going to, there will be no going back. Everytime you turn, everytime you become this beast, you'll know that I'm still in charge. I am your mate. I am your alpha. You will do as I command. Do you understand?"

Jamie woofed again. Marina could scarcely believe it. But then she grinned, exuberance pouring through her as she could sense the desperation in his strained chest, his hot breath. "I'm going to count down from three, and when I get to one you're going to cum inside me. If you don't then I'm leaving you chained up here all night long. Alone."

Jamie snarled, immediately beginning to thrust even faster, Marina's whole body moving with every ever-quickened thrust.

"Three."

Jamie's panting got louder.

"Two." Marina could feel his cock stretching the very fabric of her sex. It hurt, but it also felt so good.

"One."

Jamie growled, snarled, and pump after pump after pump of hot wet cum burst inside of Marina's demolished body, the cum sliding out and dripping to the floor as there was just too much to be contained. Jamie's restraints were all pulled to their limits, his body stopped thrusting and held out his cock at maximum possible length as every muscle contorted, his lithe wolf body stretched out like a knotted rubber band at its limits. And then at last he collapsed against the restraints, whole body slackening and he hung loosely off of his metal chains. Finally, finally, finished.

Marina, legs trembling, her pink gogo boots splashed with the remains of so many ropes of cum, lifted herself off of Jamie's softening but still supernaturally hard wolf cock as she stumbled back, trying not to fall. When she got her balance, she looked back at her boyfriend, and saw how the fight had gone from him. The beast that had snapped and swiped and growled at her, now heaved his chest in long slow breaths. His eyes were half closed, sleepy.

Marina walked, slowly, carefully, to the side of the room, unzipped and stepped out of her boots with a rush of gratitude from her feet, and then returned to Jamie. She went to the table and gathered the supplies she needed, padded bondage mitts, and a large muzzle. "You did very good, boytoy." Marina said as she returned to affix the muzzle around Jamie's snout. He didn't resist, didn't even try to bite her. Nothing Marina had learned about werewolves ever implied that one could be pacified by anything, but she could tell by looking into his eyes that she had cracked the code. You didn't have to beat the werewolf, no one could do that. You just had to dominate it.

"Come on now." Marina said, putting Jamie's hand and feet claws into their padded mitts and hooking a leash into his collar before undoing the St. Andrews cross's restraints. "Your alpha needs a bed." Jamie made no attempt to swipe, scratch, or resist, and when he was finally free and fell to all fours, Jamie circled and heeled next to her, the perfect, massive, dog.

"Good boy." Marina said, kneeling down and extremely grateful to not have to be on her feet anymore. Jamie circled more, nuzzled against her, and at last laid on the ground. Marina, oddly comfortable, leaned her head against his stomach, his warm fur like a blanket and a pillow all in one. The beautiful, pungent stench of their sex permeated the whole room. They were filthy, they were dirty, and they were so so in love. She closed her eyes, permitted herself to curl up holding her werewolf boyfriend, and began to drift off to sleep with a smile on her face because she could not wait to talk to human Jamie about the entire experience in the morning.