Page 22 of Stormbringer (Tracthesian Academy #1)

J arred proved to be a man of his word. He was in and out of the shower and dressed in five minutes flat, while she waited in the hallway ready to get home. From the way his t-shirt clung to him, Wave had a suspicion he hadn’t bothered to do a very thorough job drying himself off.

She couldn’t help it; she had to reach out and trace his abs through the damp shirt. Her pet . Fuck. They would need to talk about that. She couldn’t… shouldn’t be having any attachments, pet or otherwise. Then again, what was Marc then?

A headache. That’s what he was.

“You are thinking awfully hard there, precious.”

“I don’t do commitment very well,” she murmured.

“Good thing then that I do. Wayla,” Jarred waited to continue until her eyes met his. “I want you to realize this. I’m your pet for however long you decide to keep me around, and I plan to make you happy enough that you want me around for a very long time.”

“But a pet ?”

Jarred grinned. His smile was devious enough that Wave braced, and just in time. A massive, gorgeous, black jaguar sprang into the place where Jarred had stood a moment ago. His head stood higher than Wave’s even when he was on all fours.

A single push of his head was enough to make Wave stumble to her ass, and the jaguar pounced—but what landed on her was Jarred with a mischievous look.

“Bad, bad, kitty!”

Jarred leaned in and kissed her until she grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, and nipped his throat hard. At that, he moaned, and Wave felt his cock harden again. She soothed the bite mark with her lips and then moved lower and bit again.

“Very bad pet.”

Jarred rolled them over, so Wave was straddling him. She was sweaty, dusty, her thighs were sticky, and her pussy was practically gushing when he looked at her with fire in his eyes and licked his lips.

“So, are you going to put a leash on me?”

Wave growled. “I’m going to put something on you, all right.” Cock rings were at the top of her list, but a thick leather collar with her name on it would look good too. Jarred stroked her thighs and stomach.

“I wasn’t joking, Wayla. You on top of me is turning me on so much it hurts.” His words were quiet and earnest, almost pleading. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that she couldn’t resist. Wave leaned down and kissed his jawline up to his ear.

“Put your hand in my pants and make me come hard and fast, pet,” she whispered and punctuated that order with another hard nip. She was leaving a trail of bruises on his skin for all to see and couldn’t care less about it. Hers.

He didn’t hesitate and delved his hand between them.

She was so wet for him, and her clit was sensitive.

Usually, it would take a lot of effort to get her off a second time this soon, but as Jarred’s fingers brushed over her lightly, she moaned and silenced the sound against his shoulder, biting hard through the shirt.

Jarred’s echoing moan just drove her higher. He wasn’t grinding against her, despite her feeling the hardness between them. His fingers focused on pulling more and more desperate sounds from her as she neared the edge that should not have been possible so fast.

“Such a generous mistress, gushing around my fingers,” Jarred whispered into her ear. His other hand made soothing circles over her lower back. “So kind, letting me make her come. You are going to come for me, aren’t you, mistress?”

“Oh, hells,” Wave moaned helplessly as his words stoked the fire inside of her.

“I think you are. Two orgasms in one day. I’m such a lucky pet,” Jarred kept murmuring. He zeroed in on her clit and started circling it quicker. Over and over and over. One finger on her clit, the other hand on her back. Wave trembled between them.

“Am I a good pet, mistress?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Wave hissed.

“Am I making you come?”

“Yeeeesh,” Wave’s hiss turned to a wail as the orgasm hit, turning her bones to jelly. Jarred immediately stilled his finger, but his other hand never stopped rubbing her lower back.

For a second, Wave wanted to cry from the warm feeling it provided. He was surrounding her everywhere, and she hadn’t felt cared for like this… ever. She buried her face against his throat and kissed every hickey.

“Good pet, very good pet,” she murmured. “Now let me take care of that aching cock of yours.”

Before she could move, Jarred rolled them again. He braced over her and shook his head. “No, precious.”

“But—”

“I need to feed you and get you into a shower. My cock can wait until you are more comfortable.” He gently pulled his hand free from her pants and kissed the tip of her nose. “If you want to reward me, take me shopping for that thing you are going to put on me.”

Wave groaned, flushed hot yet again, and groaned.

“Fine. Do you have a car?”

Jarred grinned. “Better, I have a Kawasaki Ninja.”

It turned out that it was a motorcycle that made Wave drool just a bit. It was black and blue, and Jarred had a helmet for her. Getting from Powerhouse to The Whitney House took only a couple of minutes when he remorselessly cut through the walkways.

Jarred waited patiently, or at least Wave didn’t hear him tapping his foot, while she showered and pulled on some actual clothes.

Jeans, another tank top, and a cardigan that had, thanks to Chrissy, morphed from stained brown to an even black.

When it came to clothes, that woman didn’t believe in hoarding her power.

She had told Jarred to pick a place to eat, and now she regretted it. She wanted burgers, preferably with triple cheese and crunchy pickles. Stepping out of her room, she tried to quell her stomach.

“Where are we going?”

Jarred was silent for so long that Wave looked up. He scrutinized her expression and then smirked. “You want something specific, don’t you?”

“No, I told you to pick,” Wave lied through her teeth.

“Spit it out, precious.”

“I don’t have anything to spit out,” she huffed. Jarred stepped closer and cupped her face between his hands. His thumb stroked over her bottom lip.

“Yes, you do. You have a very prominent pout going on in here.”

“No, I don’t! Now, where do you want to go?”

“Wayla, please, just tell me? I can’t enjoy my food if I keep thinking the whole time that you wanted something else.”

“Fine. But you tell me first what you chose.”

“Compromise, I can do that,” Jarred kissed her cheek quickly. “There’s this little café by the park in Riverbend. They do great breakfast food and a varied menu for lunch. Since the weather is nice, I thought we could sit outside on the terrace.”

“Does their varied menu include triple cheeseburgers?” Wave asked a bit sheepishly. The place he was describing sounded really nice.

Jarred roared out a laugh. “No. They have amazing salads and pasta, but no burgers or fries. For that, we need to go to Lark’s.”

“But—”

“Lark’s is fine with me, precious.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now, hop on and let’s move. I’m already over my mandatory lunch time, and Justin is going to harp on me.”

“Why?”

“He claims I become hangry easily.”

“Heavens! We can’t have that.” Wave smacked his ass. “Hurry up, pet.”

B eing content wasn’t a feeling Wave was used to, but that’s what she was.

Jarred held her hand as they moseyed over to the bike; her craving for melted cheese had been satisfied, and some echoes of her earlier activities still trembled through her pussy every now and then.

He had kept the conversation light while she munched on her food, making happy sounds in the middle, and stole some of his sweet potato fries. Instead of complaining, he had ordered a second helping of fries and onion rings to share.

“Ugh, I think I ate too much,” Wave confessed when she eyed the bike. How was she going to get on now?

“Here.” Jarred moved behind her and simply lifted her onto the bike. “There.”

“Hmph.”

“Problem, precious?”

“No. Now, let’s go buy you your reward.”

The smile that spread over Jarred’s mouth made Wave tingle. “I know just the place. It’s smaller but caters to, well, a wider audience, if you will.”

“Dildos tailored to trolls and restraints to hold a demon?”

“And more. All spelled to work only in consensual situations.”

“Smart. They probably wouldn’t stay in business for long otherwise.”

“And the owner is big on boundaries, so don’t worry if you get a lecture. She’s not singling you out in any way,” Jarred said and easily climbed in front of her. Wave wrapped her arms around him and enjoyed the heat he exuded. She’d never be cold with him around.

The place was on the other side of town, and from the front, it looked nothing like a sex shop. Wave let her eyes scan over the beautiful display of books and the tiny café in the corner. The dark wood contrasted nicely with the blue tablecloths and pink flowers on the counter.

The only thing that hinted that this was not a regular bookshop was the theme. None of the men on the covers had their shirts on, and neither did the women. There was a section on massage, another one on bondage, and a third on romance. Hence the shirtless men.

A bell dinged when they stepped inside, and Wave inhaled the scent of books and coffee lingering in the air. Cozy—that was the word that she would use to describe the place. Comforting scents, soft lights, and a warm atmosphere enveloped her, making her immediately relax.

“Okay, I can see why you chose to work at the library,” Jarred murmured. “Don’t get too turned on by these books or I might get jealous.”

“Hush, pet,” Wave murmured distractedly and headed to another display that boasted all kinds of interesting things from roleplay to foot fetish. Not that she had a foot fetish, but the roleplay…

“How can I help you?” a friendly voice asked from behind the counter. “Looking for something specific?”

“I thought I was, but I think I might have to rethink all my options.” Wave laughed and picked up a book. She flashed it to Jarred, who, honest to god, blushed. “Should I get this one, pet?”

“Precious, you are killing me, and we are not even in the actual fun part of the shop.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, without reading, I’m guessing this requires lube, right?

” Wave turned to look at the woman. She had white hair, intelligent eyes, a fit body, and smooth skin.

It was impossible to guess her age, and she seemed so comfortable in her skin that Wave felt a pang of envy.

She wanted to be that confident and at ease with herself someday.

“You’d be right. Males are usually quite sensitive about anal play, at least to begin with. We have toys to help with that, or you can go the old-fashioned way and use your finger.”

“Finger,” Jarred blurted, and a corner of the woman’s lips quirked. Wave wanted to smile too, but she moved to stand in front of Jarred and reached up to kiss him lightly.

“Are you all right with this, baby?” She really meant the question, and the baby part just slipped out. Jarred’s cheeks were still rosy, but he nodded.

“The idea of you fingering me is making me hard, precious. I’m not so into toys in that area, though.”

“Then we will get some nice lube to go with my finger, huh?”

“Yes, please.”

Wave kissed him harder this time, and Jarred inhaled. Yeah, he could probably smell her again.

“Anything else?” the woman asked.

“Cock ring,” Wave said, still grinning at Jarred. She could feel him turning hard against her belly. She turned and took his hand, tugging him along. “Come help me choose, pet.”