Chapter 3: The Grooming Session
The collar never left Enn’s throat. After a week, he’d stopped noticing its constant weight, except when Kael would touch it, his fingers tracing the emeralds in a possessive caress that sent conflicting shivers down Enn’s spine. His shame had calcified into a brittle silence, punctuated only by growled necessities and the helpless, eager wag of his tail when Kael’s hands were on him.
“Come with me,” Kael said one evening, his tone leaving no room for refusal. He led Enn away from the living room, down a hallway Enn had assumed held only closets. At the end, Kael pressed his thumb to a biometric panel disguised as part of the wood grain. A door clicked open.The room beyond was a sanctuary of dark opulence. Warm, low light gleamed off black marble floors.One wall was dominated by an enormous mirror, framed in polished nickel. The centerpiece was a single, massively proportioned leather chair, like something from a vintage barbershop, but upholstered in deepest burgundy. Tools lay arranged on a rolling steel cart: scissors with bone handles, fine-toothed combs, several types of clippers, brushes with incredibly soft-looking bristles. The air smelled of sandalwood, antiseptic, and leather.
“What is this?” Enn asked, his voice small.His tail tucked close to his legs.
“My grooming room,” Kael said, his hand settling on the small of Enn’s back to guide him forward. “Your fur is looking a bit… unkempt. A noble wolf should be pristine.”
Enn’s ears flattened. “I can groom myself.”
“You could,” Kael conceded, steering him toward the chair.“But you won’t.You’ll neglect it out of spite. And I won’t have my husband looking feral.” His fingers closed around Enn’s upper arm, firm and inescapable. “Sit.”
The leather was cool through the thin fabric of Enn’s t-shirt and shorts as he sank into the chair. It reclined slightly, cradling him.Kael moved behind him, out of sight in the mirror. Enn watched his own reflection: the gray ears tense and high, the green eyes wide, the black collar a stark band against his pale throat.He looked like a trapped animal.
Then Kael’s hands were on his shoulders, squeezing once before sliding down his arms. He took Enn’s wrists and guided them to the armrests. From a drawer, he produced coils of dove-gray silk rope.“Hold still.”
Enn jerked. “Don’t you dare—”
Kael wrapped the first loop around Enn’s left wrist with efficient, practiced motions, knotting it snug but not painfully tight.The silk was obscenely soft against his skin. He captured the other wrist just as easily, despite Enn’s weak struggle. Tied down, Enn was utterly exposed, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The vulnerability was absolute, and a treacherous, slick heat began to pool in his belly.
Kael appeared in the mirror again, picking up a pair of shears. The snick of them opening was the loudest sound in the room. “The tail first, I think.”
Enn stiffened as Kael’s hand closed around the base of his tail, right above where it met his spine. The touch was proprietary, intimate in a way that made Enn’s breath catch. Kael ran a brush through the gray fur, smoothing out invisible tangles. The sensation was oddly soothing, a primal grooming gesture that bypassed Enn’s defiant mind and spoke directly to his wolf-half. A low, involuntary whine escaped his throat.“Shhh,” Kael murmured, still brushing. “Just making you presentable.”
The shears came next. Enn watched, mesmerized and horrified, as Kael carefully trimmed the very tips of the longer guard hairs on his tail, shaping it into a perfect, lush plume.Each precise snip sent a jolt through him. It wasn’t pain; it was a hyper-awareness of that part of his body, a vulnerability so profound it felt like being skinned alive. His cock, which had been semi-hard since the ropes were tied, thickened perceptibly, straining against the confines of his shorts.Kael noticed. A dark, knowing smile played on his lips.“So responsive.” He set the shears down and picked up a smaller, finer pair. He moved to Enn’s side, his free hand cupping Enn’s jaw to tilt his head.“Now the ears. Be very, very still.”
The touch to his ear was electrifying.Hybrid ears were immensely sensitive, packed with nerve endings. Kael’s fingers stroked the soft gray fur on the back of the ear, then traced the delicate, leathery inner edge. Enn shuddered, a full-body tremor. He couldn’t suppress the needy, high-pitched sound that bubbled up from his chest.
“Pathetic,” Kael whispered, his breath warm against Enn’s temple. It wasn’t an insult; it was a throaty, delighted observation. He began to trim, taking off minuscule, uneven bits to create a perfectly symmetrical, soft edge.Every slice of the blades, every gentle pull of his fingers, was torture. Enn’s hips gave a helpless little jerk, his cock now fully erect and painfully confined, a damp spot spreading on the front of his shorts.
Kael finished the second ear and stepped back, surveying his work.His black eyes were dilated, hungry. He deliberately looked from Enn’s neatly trimmed ears, down to his flushed face, to the obvious bulge in his lap.
“Look at you,” Kael said softly.“Tied up and hard from just a little grooming. What a desperate thing you are.”
He knelt on the cool marble floor between Enn’s spread legs. His hands went to the waistband of Enn’s shorts and briefs, dragging them down to his thighs, freeing his aching erection. The cool air was a shock against his wet, leaking cockhead.Kael didn’t speak again. He leaned forward and took Enn into his mouth in one devastating, deep glide.
Enn’s back arched off the chair, a strangled cry tearing from him.The heat was unbelievable, the wet, tight suction absolute. Kael’s tongue swirled around the head, then pressed along the frenulum, and Enn saw white. Kael deep-throated him effortlessly, his nose pressing into Enn’s pubic bone, his throat working around the length. Enn’s bound hands clenched into fists, the silk ropes cutting faintly into his wrists.His tail thrashed wildly against the chair.
“Kael… I’m gonna… fuck…” Enn choked out, the pressure coiling impossibly tight in his balls.
Just as the first tremors of orgasm gathered, Kael pulled off with a filthy, wet pop. Enn’s cock slapped back against his stomach, angry and throbbing, weeping pre-cum.Kael looked up at him, his lips slick and swollen. He wrapped his hand around Enn’s shaft, giving it a few rough, punishing strokes. Then he leaned in and slapped it, not hard, but with a stinging contempt, against Enn’s cheek. The damp, hot slap of his own flesh on his face made Enn whimper.
“Beg,” Kael commanded, his voice gravel. “Beg for it.”
Tears of frustration and need welled in Enn’s eyes.His whole body trembled, aching for release. His pride was a shattered thing.He opened his mouth, but only a sob came out.
Kael slapped his cock against his cheek again.“I own this.I own every twitch, every pulse. You don’t come unless I say. Beg.”
The words clawed their way up from the ruins of his resistance, raw and true.“Please,” Enn whispered, the sound broken.
“Please, what?”
A deeper surrender, final and absolute.The title he’d sworn never to give. “Please… Master.”
The effect was instantaneous.A predatory gleam lit Kael’s eyes. He didn’t smile. He simply opened his mouth and took Enn down again, this time with a fierce, claiming intensity. He hollowed his cheeks and swallowed around him, his throat milking the shaft.It was too much. Enn came with a shattered cry, his body seizing against the restraints. Kael took it all, drinking down every pulse, his throat working continuously until Enn was spent, soft, and oversensitive. Only then did he pull off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never leaving Enn’s wrecked face in the mirror.
He stood, towering over Enn, who lay panting and tear-streaked in the chair.Slowly, deliberately, Kael untied the silk ropes. He massaged the faint marks on Enn’s wrists, then leaned down and kissed his damp cheek, where his own come had struck skin.“Perfect,” Kael murmured, the word a soft benediction. He gently tugged Enn’s shorts back up over his hips. “My perfect, groomed wolf.” He ran a hand over Enn’s tail, now fluffy and even.“See? I’ll always take care of you.”
Enn had no reply. He was hollowed out, filled only with a staggering, terrifying peace. The collar felt lighter than ever.