13. Barbie Girl.

My good time would continue. I would next do myself a hot chocolate and enjoy my evening. I was sneaky. I did not want to share. Damon had sometimes brought me a big mug of hot chocolate. It had been divine, and it was just what I needed right now. 

When the men had moved on to teasing Mimosa, who started first, I went and made myself some hot chocolate, and this was just perfect. I took a huge, big mug and poured it full. I enjoyed its rich cocoa aroma, and I knew that this would be quite a treat for me to have. I could give myself some treats, too. I carried my drink to the couch and got into a suitable position. The slight chill in my bones would soon be gone after I had my hot cocoa. It would warm me right up.

I was about to sip it when a determined hand clamped around my wrist, and the mug was removed. I looked up and saw Damon's icy blue eyes looking at me sternly. 

Damon said, "If you want cocoa, then ask. Remember your food and drink restrictions, Missy. You have your very own cocoa, which is fine. This version you made, well, let's just say you'd have given yourself a pretty good bowel relief. And everything else, too. Here's some stuff that's not right for you. But I'll bring you some cocoa in a minute."

Oh, how I used to get annoyed at being so fucking food restricted. But what could I do about it? I sat on the sofa, annoyed with my physiology and my whole body for a change but then again when I remembered my willpower and its tendency to do whatever I might think of, I did not want to change my physiology even stranger so I moved to think other stuff too. Ten minutes later, Damon brought me a mug of steaming hot chocolate with a couple of marshmallows and whipped cream on top.

He walked over to sit next to me, and I sipped my hot chocolate. He had his own mug, too. I had no idea if it was the same as mine or the one that I had made earlier, but this was just perfect. 

He said, " You're still a bit under-heated. You must have had pretty heavy snow war going on out there. I have hidden your cocoa and other stuff too on one shelf because of Bran's tendency to consume everything that is preserved for you. "

I smiled and said, " I understand, silly of me, not to ask if it is ok to have some cocoa but you know me, not wanting to share. I had a marvelous time outside. That wolf, it's impossible. When she was such a good victim, and I got her down a couple of times and gave her a good snow wash, she started stalking me, attacking me, dumping snow on me, digging in, and stuffing snow under my clothes several times. She can use her paws and muzzle quite effectively."

Damon smiled and said, "Christmas party will be lovely, darling, don't you think?"

His voice was calm but there was the word Darling, a brief glint in his eyes that told me that the core of him wanted to have this party done in his way, meaning I would be one to suffer in his treatment, so to speak.

I thought I don't want a single flank in the whole fucking party, but now I want to be all right and socialize and talk to people, maybe sing carols or something. No need to get any drugs in me, not at all. I was thinking already that I needed to be around Charles and Adam to avoid his flanks. 

Damon said, "Well, there's always jelly if you've got such a problem with flanks."

He looked at me steadily as he drank his cocoa and stood up. I answered nothing or even thought anything in that area. I could feel a few snappy sentences forming, but I kept my mind under control, too. Then he coolly walked off.

Oh fuck, I don't want to be sedated at a pack Christmas party, either. I watched as the men were very keen on Mimosa and thought I'd go and have a little more look at the wing. I was now all warmed up, and I had too finished my hot cocoa. It had been perfect. I went to the wing. It was still open, no door to shut, so I could be in my peace here. That part was still incomplete. I was walking to one of my not-yet-done bedrooms in my idea was done that one too ready when I felt Charles suddenly behind me, pressing me against the wall.

He said in my ear, " Now, you unruly little bitch, are going to learn a few new things again. I will show you what I can do to you. Let's just see if we are ready for that Christmas party or if will we have passionate sex month, too."

He growled as I held my legs together even as he touched my hips. I was in such a naughty mood right now that I was not gonna behave and I had my idea of what I could do with this specimen, actually. I felt his powerful thighs go between mine and spread them apart. He took my hands behind my back and held my wrists effortlessly together in his hand.

When I tried to twist them free and let go, he growled in my ear and said, "You're not going anywhere, little bitch. Now I'm going to show you how to teach a little bitch."

His grip was quite damn tight, and he was possessive as hell. He wanted to now have me and here we had so many unfucked rooms and he had the idea of dedicating these rooms to me first. He wrapped his other arm around my waist and started to lead me to one of the bedrooms I had already done.

This had been my color-themed, green, luxurious, with a huge soft bed and I had no idea he had planned this or was just a coincidence, but here we were.

He shut the door and said, his voice was the dominant whisper that my cunt got all wet and so freaking ready, "Now the little bitch is in school, and let's see how good a student she is."

He'd let me go, and now I decided to show him. My turn. I kissed Charles greedily and fiercely, got him to fall on the bed, and took the handcuffs from the bedside table drawer, and before he could react, I had locked his hands on the bed headboard. I wanted to have fun and tease my husband at well the same time. I knew his triggers quite well, meaning, what he liked very much, what kind of touch made him all wild and ready too.

I said, my voice husky, seductive, and dominant, too. I was on top now. "Now, my husband darling, now I'll show you what I can do, and then we'll see who this has been a lesson for. Let me just play with my catch first..."

I went over to Charles, unzipped his jeans, and stripped him naked. He still had no shirt on. I didn't deliberately undress myself and let my clothes remain on. He was one fantastic-looking male specimen and fully at my use. So I started to enjoy my treat.

I kissed him. nibbled his neck, and chest, using my tongue, my nails, and my breath as I blew in his skin. Sometimes my touch was feathery, making him go in goose bump and sometimes I scratched him sharply, making him gasp. He was not fighting too much, but enjoying this.

I was going all the way down, and his breathing got faster and harder as I started to work on his cock. I started to lick the shaft of his cock, with greedy licks, and sometimes, I used my teeth a little. I took the enormous dick as deep into my mouth as possible. I sucked hard and greedy, and knowing men's sensitive spots, I gave in, feeling that Charles was about to come, and I looked at him hotly. He was sweating already, his muscles twitching, and his expression was nothing but pure pleasure. I continued my teasing. I know what to do, how to make this last and not let him come just yet. 

He had thrown his head back and was panting with pleasure. Soon. I nibbled a little on his balls, and that made him almost swear out loud. I used my fangs to make this sensation as sharp as possible, too. I was fully focused on him.

Then, a voice came from the door. "Oh, you naughty bitch has got you in her treatment, Cornick. I am not gonna be that easy. You can be sure of that little bitch. When I get to you, you will be begging for permission to come and you will be begging my hard, hot cock deep into your cunt, too." 

Adam had come into the room and was watching us for a while. His voice was thick with lust too, and I did not pay any attention to him yet. I just made this show as wild as I could. To turn him on, too. I had my plan for him, too. But oh boy, that one could do it too.

When Adam started to talk dirty, and his voice was lower, seductive, oozing danger, that was one thing that made me even more wild. But also determined to show these two that I am truly a little bitch, an alpha bitch, and not as easy as they seemed to think. Then I finally made Charles come into my mouth and swallow every drop of the wonderfully warm, thick cream of lust he flooded my mouth with. When his flood was over, he was still panting and cuffed. He was sweaty, his dick was hot, hard, and ready still. 

I turned around and spoke to Adam. I kept my voice low, and seductive, and I had also let my pheromones be partially open, enticing my victims near me. This was gonna be so much fun, to see both of these in my mercy, throes of pleasure too, "Your turn. Come to my care if you dare."

Adam came to bed, and I had the other handcuffs on. I'd been stocking up since just after the wedding. This was my little plan at one time, to show these two what I could do. I had done this sort of thing once in Damon, play with handcuffs, and he had used spiked restraints and whatnot on me a long time.

I put Adam on and stripped him naked. I kissed him, touched him, and started my little teasing in him too, and sometimes on Charles too. I finally reached for his dick and by that time, Adam was sweating, too. Charles was ready as well. To Adam, I started sucking and licking his cock, and at the same time; I started working on Charles again with my hand.

I had a new sense of power or feeling where I was giving pleasure, not just receiving it. I made this last, not letting them come just yet. Now their release was just in my hands and this was a new power for me, over them, and both of them were more than willing to do this. Eventually, I had Adam flooding into my mouth pretty damn hot and horny too. I got my belly filled to the brim with these two. I was not finished with it yet. Not at all. I had a goal on this and this was just getting fun.

I was enjoying my men; both were sweaty and tired after I'd done them with my mouth and hands three times. I hadn't even undressed myself at all. I had just exhausted both of them with the intense pleasure of being handled by me.

Then I reached over and released both men from their cuffs and said, "Take a shower when you feel up to it. "

I did not stay to see what they were gonna do, but I had pretty much worn them out, at least for a bit. It could be that mimosa would soon get some pretty hard ride, and that was fine by me.

And I walked away. I went into one bedroom on the common side with a belly full of lovely cream. I was floating on the bed and just being. Not being in the wing right now. This was a pleasant bedroom to rest and enjoy my nourishment.

A short time later, Damon's dark, seductive voice in my mind said, " Well done, baby, but don't you ever think you can do the same to me? I'm not that easy to exhaust. But we leave for Texas by plane in 8 hours. So you know how to prepare."

I smiled to myself and just sent a lazy feeling to Damon, "Husband, don't bother challenging. But I can handle you at Christmas. Let's see if you can handle three in a row. Or what condition you'll be in afterward. I am pretty good at what I can do and I can assure you, my dear husband, that I have cuffs in Texas too. So be careful or you just might end up in cuffs being used by me. "

I received contented love through our bond.