When the Dog Bites

Chapter Five

He didn't know whether it was too tight or two sizes too small, but either way, the clenching hard leather wrapped around his throat was suffocating. Then, if he had to admit, it was probably by design. He had only briefly thanked his lucky stars that the jerk she offered his leash was from the front, increasing the pressure on the back of his neck. He had believed that if she was tugging from behind, his airway would close entirely.

Because of her encouragement, his head had fallen back to her pressure, his tongue against her wet slit parting soft flesh to her eager aggression.

"Deeper dog," she commanded.

And what a sweet command it was.

He winced, on all fours, as she released his hand by raising the spike heel of her leather boot from the top of it. He loved the way her tight, naked rear looked in heels. She had always had strong legs, powerful thighs meant for riding him. But when she spread them, pressed her heavy breasts against the wall and stood on four inches of elevation, everything tightened and opened to his view.

It had put her at the perfect height for him to devour her from his knees. It was just convenient enough for her that she assumed he would feel punished by her commands, but quite the opposite was a reality.

"I'll allow you to use your hands, but so help me, Laxus, if anything other than your tongue enters me, you'll get the lash of my whip again."

He rolled his sedated gaze to one side as he admired her caramel flesh squeezed beneath his fingers. She had said it like the subtle roll of blood over his shoulders was a threat. "Yes, ma'am…" His tongue worked his eager salivation behind his teeth as he kneaded her flesh, squeezing her soft rump with the intensity of his need to do just that to the sound of her screams and the feel of her slick body engulfing his cock.

Laxus almost coughed with how restricted his airway had become when she jerked his leash between her thighs again. To his body shuddering eagerly, his face was once again jolted between her spread thighs and into her soft mound.

"Dogs don't speak unless commanded. A lesson you'll learn rather quickly if you misstep again," she cautioned him. She moaned as his hot fingers spread her wide from behind and opened her to the slow and moist lap of his tongue. Her body tightened as she remained pressed tight to the wall, spread to allow him all the access he needed to please her on command. "Do it," she challenged airily. "Oh, speak human words so I have an excuse to make you bark like a mongrel."

Laxus had taken her warning to heart and instead, buried his tongue in her wet cunt to keep from obeying her challenge. There were just some lines he didn't want them crossing. If he was subjugated anymore brutally to her command and forced to suffer such humiliation at her feet, he didn't know if his pride would be able to recover.

Neirah whined and ground her hips against the leash between her legs, her distended clitoris stimulated by the hard leather. With an elated moan, she'd tipped her head back and smiled. "I should have blindfolded you for this," she theorised out loud. "Not being able to see me would have driven you crazy." Her back hallowed with the enthusiastic lapping of his thick tongue against her quivering entrance. "That's it, good boy," she crooned patronisingly. "Oh. good. boy. That's it. Drink me like I know you can't resist."

She didn't know why her cruelty chased a sardonic chuckle out of her throat, but it had. The pleasure was corrupting her and causing her to act more brazenly that she may have under any other circumstance. "You poor thing," she mewled breathlessly. "I suppose I could have undressed you; at the very least, loosened the belt of your jeans." She lowered her head to spy between her spread legs to where she could see the hard outline of his restrained erection pressed against the coarsely fitted material. "I know how hard you get when you taste me," she whispered sinisterly. "It must be torture."

She had been so excited that they finally had managed to find a night of their own after a week of being denied their games. She hadn't let him touch her once during that time. The last time they had laid together, he had disobeyed. He came without permission. He had to be punished.

That didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy his penalty. She'd used to tremble for being so immodestly exposed, for the thought of his tongue between her legs, but that was before she was married. Since then, she'd begun to relish in the feeling of him trying to catch his breath with his face buried between her thighs. She'd tried to keep herself at a right angle, but her breasts had kept trying to slide down the wall to see her bent right in half. She trembled with how fiercely she'd needed him inside her, but one of them had to be strong.

"Enough," she demanded hoarsely even though it wasn't. She was impressed when he drew his panting breaths from between her thighs on command. Her scent had been an aphrodisiac to him since they had met, and he craved it; so badly he'd even spent some nights sleeping with his head against her lower abdomen to indulge.

She'd caught her breath so not to show him her own weakness as she turned to face him. She wore nothing but her leather knee-highs; at her feet, he was still fully clothed plus a collar. The sight made her smile in the most sinister of ways. "Mn, you beautiful beast," she crooned affectionately. She reached out and took his chin in her hand, raising his lethargic gaze to hers. She gently smeared her finger over his damp jaw. "You truly do look like a dog who just got back from their water bowl."

She smiled smugly as he remained obediently silent. "Oh? Don't want to be forced to bark, hm?" She stepped into him, watching his gaze shift alertly between hers and her glossy, shaven cunt. She knew he wasn't finished. He'd always hated being told to stop before she'd seen completion. Whether it was his pride or his unquenchable thirst for her, he lived for the moment she came apart beneath his touch. She had chosen to have him suck from behind purposely to disallow the slip of his tongue that stimulated her g-spot and saw her own resolve weaken. He knew where she was weak, and at every opportunity, he ravished her beyond containment unless forced to do otherwise.

She sighed and gently undid the top couple buttons of his shirt. "Such a long day," she groaned hungrily. "Waiting for you to come home, knowing what waited when you did." After half of the buttons of his shirt were undone, she'd stepped around him and sighed blissfully as she slid her hungry palms down his shirt against his broad chest. She spread her knees wide behind his back and lowered herself, gentle nails nipping at the hard lines she squeezed beneath his shirt. She pressed her breast tightly against the back of his neck and whispered her words seductively in his ear. "Did you miss me just as badly, prince?"

Laxus was caught between ignoring her and responding, for fear of being tricked. His breathing trembled as she swirled her tongue around the channels of his ear, his head tilting instinctually towards the arousing sensation. He had to get sexing her out of his head. "You wouldn't have to miss me if you came with me every day," he rumbled huskily. His weighted gaze watched her over breathlessly parted lips as her palms met his abdomen beneath his shirt. "I wouldn't have to miss you."

Neirah moaned elatedly and retracted her arms, circling him before she sat on his lap. She tugged at the hem of his shirt, her fingers gripping at the muscle contained beneath as she ground her sensitively aroused slit against the steel shaft his pants contained. The chafing of the material thrilled her. "And if I couldn't keep my hands off you?"

"I'd fuck you over my desk."

Neirah smiled sweetly. Even when he was desperate, starved for affection, he'd always had a sweet word for her, the sly old dog. She withdrew her hands from inside his shirt, careful to let her nails rake over his perspiring abdomen as she traced his hard lines. Once retrieved, she slowly stood and started to click across the hardwood floor of their bedroom towards the bed.

Laxus was so ensnared by the lash of her hips jolting from side to side that he had forgotten he was attached to her by the leash in her delicate little hand. He was reminded of the harsh fact when she reached the end and was stopped by the resistance. He shivered on his knees with the chilling look of his wife turning to face him with a furrowed brow. 'Oops…'

"Heel," Neirah demanded crossly. She jerked on the leash, forcing an airy grunt to catch in his throat as he was dragged forwards off balance and crashed against the floor face first.

'God she's fucking cute when she acts tough…'

Neirah turned completely and hitched her fingers on her hip, a defiant little knot in her face. She watched him take a knee to stand before she jerked on the leash as hard as she could to render the brutish man off balance a second time. "Dogs crawl on all fours."

Laxus rolled a sharp side-glance her way. "Actually, they walk on four legs. They don't craw-" Laxus caught his breath, his gaze widening as he watched the static of black electricity crawling over her leash towards him and before he could rip the leather from his neck, it was colliding with his throat. When she combined her lightning with shadows, he only had partial immunity to the pain it had brought, and he was helpless to absorb it. Of course, there was a reason his collar and leash were studded outside of aesthetics.

"Dogs don't talk back," she muttered slowly.

Laxus glared back at her heatedly, blinking the perspiration from his brow and steadying his heart rate as he clutched at his wounded neck. He'd thought of pressing the matter to knock her down a peg, but there was a dangerous look in her eye that promised she'd be sure to push his limits if he'd tried.

Neirah tipped her nose into the air and glared down at him as he slowly lowered his hands to the floor, keeping a wary eye on her as he began to follow. She snorted triumphantly and started to walk again, continuing her way to the bedside. "Better," she announced pretentiously.

Upon reaching the comforter of the bed she took a modest seat and pinched her knees together. When he arrived at her side, she gently patted her lap.

Laxus almost growled with his impatience as he narrowed his gaze at her. "The fuck does that mean?"

"It means, put your head in my lap, puppy," she warned. He'd huffed an edgy sigh before obeying, but he had obeyed her. She smiled and started to pet him, her fingers raking through his golden hair. "See, everyone wins when you do what you're told."

He sighed and let his gaze narrow until finally, it closed. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed the comfort of her stroking him in such a manner, even if the act was a little degrading. "It's so hot in here," he panted out softly. He was desperate for the relief that she already had. "Your skin is on fire."

"It could be," she cautioned. "I might ignite if my dog started to speak in my lap."

"Neirah…"

"Mn, I love it when you say my name in that sweet, desperate tone." She gave his roots a gentle tug, an effort that saw a hungry groan rise from his heaving chest. "Spread my thighs, and drink."

A man who was incredibly familiar with electricity knew when it was bolting through his body, a volt for every reason he needed her. The only way that he could tell that she was putting on the 'tough kitty' act was the gentle blush on her cheekbones just beneath her tattoos. She was far from so bold, but she'd performed it with everything she had to see his fantasies to life.

Sedation was heavy in his expression as his fingers laid against her skin, his lips soon to follow. He closed his eyes and pressed his hungry kiss to the outside of one knee as his fingers slipped around her thigh and between where they pressed together. All the while, Neirah hadn't stopped petting him and moaning her encouragement. She didn't fight when he started to part her legs, but she didn't make it easy either. She made sure that he was the one to open her to his touch.

When he finally managed to kiss his way between her thighs, he still didn't have a very good view of her delicate petals. Neirah seemed to pick up on this and offered him a solution. "Looking for a better view?"

His struggle to swallow the mouthful of eager salivation hurt him as his gaze shot to hers.

"Pervert," she purred from behind a delighted smile. She sighed and dipped her finger between her own slick folds to command his attention, giving her swollen clitoris a stern rub. "Five years together and you still can't get enough…" She moaned softly with her own arousal before taking her hand from her lap to cup his face. "Well? I thought you were hot? I wouldn't want my precious pet to dehydrate now."

He forced back every notion he had to reassure her that it was impossible for him to dehydrate with the way she made his mouth water. Instead, he parted her slit with his tongue and lapped at her moist pink flesh steadily, even if his arms trembled against her thighs.

"Mn, you're such a sedated brute," she teased. Her grip on his hair flickered tightly as pleasurable waves broke into her the moment he'd stroked her desire. "With a thick, strong tongue…" She threw her head back for the first strong stroke and immediately clutched his head closer. "That's it, use it. All the way… No hands. Just that beautiful tongue…"

His breathy sigh cooled her wet skin as his tongue pressed past her entrance and tasted the inside of her soft core, swirling it to lick her clean of any trace of her euphoric scent. His trembling fingers tightened their grip on her hips, bringing her closer to the edge of the bed so that he could penetrate her more vigorously. Once she was there, he forced as much of his tongue inside her snug entry as he could until his nose was brushing against her engorged clitoris.

He groaned against her as his efforts drew a fierce cry from her chest, her grip on his hair becoming painfully tight. His body was on fire for her. The deeper he went, the more her taste teased him into wanting more. Devouring her cunt was one thing, but the way his cock throbbed beneath the zipper of his pants was another thing entirely. One was the fuel for the other's fire and without the completion he needed, he was getting moodier.

It didn't help when he elevated his gaze to see her fondling her heavy breasts, whining for the combined pleasures of her twisting nipples and his swirling tongue. He sealed his eyes to deny the beautifully tantalising sight and focused on getting her off. It wasn't hard once he'd stuffed the strong muscle of his tongue inside her and curled it in ways that had his tiny wife's sensitive nerves bursting with sensation. Between his drool and the creamy flow of her fluids around his tongue, he was more than hydrated. He was drowning.

She cried his name with no fear of being overheard, clutching his head between her thighs. "Laxus, you insatiable beast! So strong, god how can you reach that deep?!"

He could hardly force the breath from inside his lungs. Every steamy hiss overwhelmed his senses with her taste, her trembling clutch, his name wailed from her pretty mouth. It was one of the many perks that came with being an easy three times her size. Everything about her tiny body was easy to access for him.

For at least a moment, his collar aside, he was in control. He could feel her building up beyond containment, and when she started to convulse pleasurably around his tongue, he quickly replaced it with two sturdy fingers. He plunged swiftly inside her, the aggressive pump of his digits matching his earlier pace while his lips and teeth occupied themselves with the sensitive pink bead that yearned for the same kind of attention. It wasn't long after he'd started to suck and knead the sensitive nub that his delicate little wife was falling back in the sheets with a gratifying shriek of ecstasy.

Before she could recover, Laxus was ripping the leash from his collar with a fragile pop and tossing it out of the way. Without a second thought, he mounted her petite figure, his head diving for one of her hardened nipples with a hungry growl. He buried his fingers to the knuckle inside her and let her ride out wave upon wave of her climax, and every time she'd started to come down from the dissipating of sensations, he'd forced another one upon her with a desperate ferocity. He wasn't going to let free reign go when he had been so long without it.

Neirah's cheeks were crimson, her charade broken by the unbearable crash of falling from cloud nine. She had completely forgotten her rule about only his tongue penetrating her. She had forgotten that they clumsily tried to play with some sort of feigned hierarchy. Bedroom games may have fascinated and thrilled her, but as husband and wife in dire need of each other, they lacked the conviction for any kind of structure.

Her breathing caught in a delighted squeal as his teeth clamped around one of her pert nipples and gently rattled it to either side like a dog choking the life out of its previously stuffed toy. When she was coherent once more, she'd try and figure out whether he was capable of staying in character or not.

She threw her hands around his head, raking her fingernails over his broad, hunched shoulders before clutching him to her breast so tightly that her nails started to lengthen into dark and predatory claws. She moaned in ecstasy and clamped her strong thighs around his lean hips, riding every pump of his fingers elatedly. "Please don't stop," she begged frantically. He had always known how to get her going, and once she was, the only way to stop her from begging him for more was to completely exhaust her or exhaust himself in the attempt.

She gave another delighted yelp before her order was echoing in the room over the scents and sounds of intense arousal. "I can't take it! Give me more! Please, I need to feel you inside me!"

Neirah's breathing trembled as she slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, her breathing laboured with arousal. All at once, he'd released his hold on her nipple, leaving the assaulted bud to cool in the stagnant air around them as the room grew silent. She slowly raised her gaze and comprehended that he had also withdrawn his fingers from inside her. All that remained was the hulking silhouette on all fours above her shuddering figure.

Laxus' mouth was so dry from his arduous panting that even if his collar allowed comfortable swallowing, he didn't think he'd need the necessity for a while. He stared at the perspiring caramel skin of his young bride, his gaze vacant as he lingered on his thoughts. His strong arms trembled at either side of him, his right one itching to release the pressure of his zipper and give her exactly what she'd begged for.

Begged for.

She was begging him for it.

His dry, husky rumbled was filled with intensity. "Is that... how you punish a dog that bites?" His voice cracked with the ragged strain of being silent for so long, the primordial hunger far from concealed as he panted for a sufficient amount of breath to fill his aching lungs.

Neirah stilled, her heart racing for the urgent tone of his voice sending her crashing into reality. He was right. They had been in the middle of a game and weren't supposed to give in to their need for each other until there was nothing else. But that wasn't what disturbed her. Maybe she had been completely overwhelmed and ready, but he wasn't. Not if he had kept a tight enough hold on his wits that he could hold back even after she'd begged him to give in to her.

What alarmed her was the way he'd refused to look at her. Every time he blinked, it was forced and sporadic, like he was trying to clear a haze from his vision; or trying to return it altogether. Even though they'd simmered on low for the last couple of minutes to pass where she was capable of catching her breath, he was still struggling to keep up. His body was agonisingly tight to the point where she feared if she touched him in even the mildest manner, he'd break. And on top of everything that worried her, the dim light at their bedside caught on the moist extended canine closest to her.

She looped her finger through the ring on his collar and dragged his neck down towards her, thrilled that she'd managed to catch him off guard. If he had wanted to resist, his neck alone could have supported her weight and seen her efforts denied. Before he could be so cold, she'd laced her fingers in his hair and swallowed his panting breaths in a fierce kiss.

Not much had changed when she'd released him. He'd simply lingered closer to her as he panted through carnivorous teeth. If nothing else, at least the look of moderated sedation had captured his expression once more. She gently reached over and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to dab at the blood beading over his neck from where her claws got a little too ambitious. Perhaps they should have warned the neighbours that a family of dragons lived next door.

"You're right," she started softly. "This was hardly a punishment."

Laxus sighed and closed his eyes as she tenderly kissed his chin. "If you had any idea how tight these pants were, you'd think twice."

"Not good enough," she ascertained. "But, noted." She gently pushed him back from above her and grabbed her gag and blindfold from inside the nightstand. At least he was being complacent enough that she could move him. She sat back on her haunches across from him with his accessories in hand. "Sit back," she encouraged.

He was far too inebriated to fight back, so as she propped pillows up at their headboard, he all but collapsed against them and tipped his head back. 'So this is what dying feels like,' he thought bitterly. 'Feels almost good enough to do again tomorrow.' He'd certainly felt that if he couldn't find release, he wasn't going to make it to the morning.

Neirah took a deep breath and approached, her mind trying to remain focused on their purpose when all she wanted was to jump him. She slowly crawled into his lap with a soft sigh. He hadn't been kidding when he'd said he was hot, she would argue that he'd taken fever by the touch of his skin. "How are you holding up, daddy?"

He reached out and tugged absently against some tousled strands of unbound kinks, making a nuisance of himself to the best of his ability. "You don't call me that when we're screwin' around like this…"

"I do when you look like this," she assured him tenderly. She gently stroked his jaw and softened her gaze. "I thought I'd lost you for a minute."

Laxus choked down a hard swallow and stared back at her, trying not to let his expression give merit to her suggestion. "Please, I haven't bled nearly enough for us to be done."

She almost laughed when his sly remark smoothed against her lips before they collided with his. "Ok, fine," she whispered delicately against him. She slipped her thumb over his bottom row of teeth and tugged on it to part his jaw. "You may have been a bad dog, but the way you lick the wounds you inflict is incredible." She moaned and slid her tongue past her thumb to mingle enthusiastically against his. "Everyone should have one."

Laxus watched her suspiciously as she gathered his accessories. "Of my tongue?"

"Mnhm."

He moved to speak and then quietly shook his head. Maybe she had still retained some of the blissful ignorance she'd had when they met.

"Smile, prince," she teased.

"Do I have to…?"

"Oh, don't sound so thrilled," she purred playfully. "I have to punish you for the overuse of that incredible tongue."

"You're like a cat. Pet it too much and it rips your damn hand apart." Laxus closed his eyes to deny the sight of her approaching with the gag, and moments later, he felt her settle the rubber between his teeth. She locked it down just as tightly as she had his collar and settled back into his lap, taking his face in her hand. With a blissful sigh, she'd drawn him into her kiss. "I married an incredible man," she whispered softly. She placed a gentle kiss on one of his extended canines, lowering her voice to a soft whisper. "Even if he has his demons…" She slowly licked at the bone pinching the ball between clenched teeth. She could tell that he had already hated that he didn't have use of his mouth in its entirety. "I love it when these come out. I don't think I've seen them since our son was born… Behave, and you'll only have to be muzzled for biting. I won't go so far as to take your hands too."

Laxus both relished in the surrender of his senses and loathed it. It numbed him to distractions but reminded him that he was losing control. He drew a deep breath as his world darkened behind her blindfold. He knew what she was doing with the sensory deprivation, and he was grateful, but it was going to take a little more than that to clear his mind. Then again, she may have had intentions of distracting it instead. It didn't matter to him. So long as he could calm riled nerves, he'd be satisfied.