Chapter 2 Arouse

"I'm not going to let it get that far. I've got a handle on everything. Nora needs guidance and care. I'm not going to rush her just because my wolf demands more." If he rushed Nora all the work they'd put in together on their relationship would be over. As much as he'd love to spread her open and fuck her from sunrise to sunset, he knew he craved more. "We trust you," Logan said. The look Dave and Bill sent him told him another story. They trusted him, but with Nora they were starting to doubt his leadership. It was time to put Nora in the picture of what she was doing to him. **** Twirling the straw in her glass, Nora watched the liquid swirl around. She'd been sitting at the bar for the last hour. The sounds of feminine and masculine moans filled the air. Red Whip's wasn't like many BDSM clubs. The bar didn't sell liquor but cups of tea, coffee, espresso, or in her case, sodas. She loved drinking soda. The taste was so refreshing, reminding her a lot of her youth when life was easy, simple. Life had stopped being simple at her transition when her life had changed forever. Nora held a secret that she couldn't tell anyone, not even her own father. She was wolf, through and through, and only her need to be controlled set her apart from others within her pack. Spinning around in her seat, she looked at the people before her. Some of the people were human mates while many of them were wolves. Her pack was in the territory three towns over, and she came to Red Whip's as none of them did. None of her pack ever believed in BDSM. She'd heard what they said when this club opened. Running fingers through her hair, she watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned. Her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left Nora's cunt creaming. Her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. She knew as she'd been told before. Finding a man to become her Master or Dom had put her in some bad situations. The men within her pack didn't believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her. She wished she could say as much for one woman in the pack. Nora closed her eyes as memories flooded her at what she'd done to herself. She'd gone out amongst the humans to find what she craved. Her fear and need had disguised the natural scent of the people around her. The first man she allowed herself to be free with had tied her up for two days and whipped her body leaving blood trailing down to the floor. He'd been a sadist of the worst kind. While he'd been in his high of thinking he was hurting her, he let slip that he'd killed a woman because she couldn't handle his kind of punishment. Her wolf hadn't liked that and had come out of her haze to kill him. She had turned her hands into claws and torn him apart. For a long time she'd stared at the mess she created of the man then took care of the evidence. He was scum, and no one missed him. After her first disaster in BDSM, she'd decided to leave it alone. Wanting pain, needing pain, and craving pain had to be pushed aside. The pain she craved that no matter what anyone did to her, she couldn't feel. She couldn't allow herself to become vulnerable to anyone. Wolves were not submissive and did not enjoy that bite of pain to get them off, nor did they hunt for someone to hurt them in the hope of feeling it. She didn't know why she was different from the others in her pack, but out of fear she didn't ask anyone what they experienced. The couples she saw in the pack were always sweet together. Her first time had been awful, and the guy she'd shared it with had held her down as he rode her body hard. The only thing she recalled liking was being held down and the fact she couldn't feel anything as he bit her during his release. From that point her need to find pain had only grown. Her wolf knew what she wanted, and so did Nora. "I'm sorry, Master." Nora followed the sound to see a man embracing his submissive. He wore a pair of jeans, and that was all. His arms were around his woman, and he stroked her hair. "Next time you'll take care, won't you?" he asked. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself watching the couple. She didn't know their names or their relationship to each other. The scent coming off them told her they were both wolves. "Tara didn't take any precautions while she was out shopping and walked in front of an oncoming bus. If Dale hadn't been close by, she'd have lost their unborn baby, and could have been killed. We can withstand a lot, but a head on collision with a bus is pushing it a bit," Drew said, sitting beside her. Fisting her hands on her knees, she tried to fight the need to look at him. You're mates. Stop fighting it. According to Drew they were mates, but she didn't trust the feelings going through her body. She'd been in such awful predicaments that she didn't have the first clue what to believe anymore. Her wolf craved his harsh punishment as did she, yet they were both cautious, their past mistakes and cravings making them wary. He stared at her. All his male perfection taunted her with what she could have and held herself away from. Was he here to mock her? He'd never do that to you. Stop treating him like the others. She forced herself to look at him and then wished she hadn't. Drew wasn't wearing a shirt like most of the men in the club. However, when Drew was semi-naked, she couldn't focus on anything but his revealed flesh. His usually pale skin was tanned from the hours he spent in the sun. The same skin was covered in different kinds of ink. None of the ink was colored or elaborate. The designs were in black ink, pretty simple, yet they stood out on his body, which was strong, thick, and muscular. He made her mouth water when she simply looked at him. She quickly glanced down at her skirt, wishing she'd put something more on. When Drew stood beside her, he made her feel small, delicate. Her size sixteen curves next to him felt like nothing. He pulsed with energy and power. The Alpha wolf inside him exuded everything she wanted in a man and a leader. Don't trust. Her wolf's inner warnings made her tense up. "Look at me, Nora." He spoke harshly. Her body awakened once again, and she looked at him. His black hair hung over his face brushing the tops of his eyes. Drew didn't have a lot of hair, but he had enough of it that she was left wanting to run her fingers through it. His brown gaze was focused entirely on her. She shivered at the power, the slight hint of amber as his wolf came to the surface. Mate. "Thank you for telling me," she said. "Are they your wolves?" "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing. I was just curious about the couple." She offered a smile even though smiling was the last thing she wanted to do. "You're lying to me again." She bit her lip, glancing down at her hands. Nora released a gasp, and he picked her up off the stool she sat on and took her seat. In quick moves he had her sitting on his lap. The evidence of his erection pressed against her ass, mocking her. This is what you could have but never will because you're a coward. His hand settled on her leg. Drew didn't push the boundaries she set. He was the perfect gentleman and Master. "Tate and Dale have been coming to Red Whip's for five years. They're a truly happy mated couple." "She's happy being a submissive?" "They like to play, Nora. Mated or not, they know what they like." Nora licked her lips as her nipples beaded at the sound of his voice. The heat of his body surrounded her, filling her with hope for something more. Her pussy was on fire for his touch. It had been a year since she last experienced an orgasm, maybe a little longer. Her last partner left when he couldn't give her what she wanted. He told her she needed to find someone willing to put up with her crap. She was always on the hunt to feel pain, a lot of it, and she liked being held down. Some men didn't like being in charge completely. That's all she wanted, a man to be in complete control and to give her pain. During her early years, she would have given anything to stop feeling pain. Now, she wanted the pain to know she was alive, that something wasn't missing. Look what happened all the times we've let them. She closed her eyes as all of her failed attempts played through her like a broken record. At the ripe age of twenty-nine, she'd killed one man and been hurt by six more in a relationship. Being told you were a sick, disgusting, or plain weird, hurt just as much as punch. Nora didn't like being punched at least, or she didn't used to. Now, she didn't feel it. She liked being spanked, punished in the most delicious of ways as the touch was better than nothing. "You can't go anywhere," Drew said, capturing her chin and turning her to face him. The grip on her face was hard, and he didn't let go. "What did I tell you when you came here?" "That I'm with you and I can't go anywhere else." "That's right, pet. You came to me because you needed strong discipline and a harsh hand. You're trying to fight me, and I'm tired of it." He placed her on her feet and stood. "What are you doing?" Drew shot her a glare. "Sir? What are you doing, Sir?" "We're going to deal with your punishment. Inside Red Whip's you're my submissive unless you say your safe word." He took hold of her hand leading her away from witnesses. Even as her heart raced in fear of what was to come, she couldn't help the hit of arousal. Seeing him in the zone of a Dom turned her on.