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Rite of Submission 17: History, Myths and Lore
If they had some kind of torture room, I’m sure that Sophie would have warned me about it, at least I hope that she would have. Unsure of what he had in mind I moved a little timidly to follow him. He held the door open and offered his arm, just like he’d done to me and Sophie the day before. I hesitated a moment before threading my arm around his. Arm in arm, he led me down the hall. Just like the day before, it didn’t take long for me to get lost in the twist and turns of the different hall ways and rooms with multiple doors. He was just as sure as she had been about what direction to head in. I didn’t know where we were headed, but we were passing through rooms I didn’t recognize, until we walked into his main office. This was the room where I’d been presented and inspected my first night here, trussed up and practically naked. My feet stopped moving, jerking him to a halt just inside the doorway. Dropping my arm he moved across the room to a shelf
Rite of Submission 18: Deal with the Devil
My arms tightened around my chest, waiting for him to make a move. With a wink, he turned and walked away back towards the chairs. Frowning at the empty cups, he pulled a new bottle of vodka from a shelf beside him. With a deliberately slow pour, the cups were refilled and the bottle placed on the table beside them. With a slight bow, he gestured to the second chair. “Let’s get comfortable,” he sat in his chair. “I imagine that you’ll prove to be a particularly tough negotiator.” His lips twitched up at the corner, as if he was trying to suppress a smirk. Irritated by the smug look on his face, I stormed across the room, grabbed a glass, tossing the entire contents down my throat. I immediately regretted the action as the clear liquid burned like molten lava all the way down to my stomach. I slammed the glass back down a little harder than I’d planned, fighting the urge to gag as he chuckled. I flopped unceremoniously into the empty chair and folded my arms back over m
Rite of Submission 19: Madness
A strange woman was shining a bright light into my eyes, “I think she is coming too.” I tried to sit up but she pressed gently on my shoulder to stop me, “Give yourself a moment, dear,” her voice was calm and soothing, “we don’t know why you fainted yet.” She turned to look at someone behind her, “She still looks awfully pale to me, are you certain she’s eating regularly and staying hydrated?” “I’m not with her every second of everyday, but she eats at the meals I’ve been present for,” there was a weird tone in his voice, as he paced back and forth. “Of course Alpha,” she turned back to me and smiled warmly. “I’d suggest sending down for something just the same, and get some more fluids into her. It could have been as simple as low blood sugar, an electrolyte imbalance or just dehydration.” She was packing things into a small medical bag, “we’ll know more as soon as the tests come back, and I’ll make sure that they are in your hands as soon as I get th
Rite of Submission 20: Payback
I froze in the doorway when the sight of him hit me. He was frantically sliding his hand up and down the length of his stiff cock, leaning heavily against the other arm braced on the wall before him as the water cascaded over his tense muscles. He was grunting and swearing under his breath as he tried to jack-off. It didn’t look enjoyable, more like punishment, the movements rough and hard. With a frustrated grunt, he dropped the still hard cock and hit the wall. He hadn’t even heard me step into the shower behind him, a small gasp slipping out of his mouth as I touched his shoulder with my still bound hands. There was darkness in his eyes, but it didn’t scare me this time and I held out my wrists to him. He turned slowly, his eyes studying me like I was a poisonous snake that was poised to strike, I held his gaze as I kept my hands extended. With a few tugs on the ribbon, my hands fell free. We stood face to face, watching each other as the water washed down over us.
Rite of Submission 21: Wolfsbane
The bed was empty beside me when my eyelids finally fluttered open in the morning. I had been awakened by the sound of angry voices. It was as if someone was yelling, but also trying to keep their voice down so they wouldn’t wake me. Lying there, I couldn’t really make out any specific words, but clearly there was someone very upset in the other room. Wrapping a sheet around me, toga style, I made my way towards the hushed argument. “I’m sorry Alpha I don’t know what else to tell you, blood doesn’t lie,” The doctor from last night sounded frustrated as she pleaded with Dmitri. “What else would you have me do?” The answer was barely even words, sounding more animal than human. “Then test it again! All of it!” “What’s wrong with me?” The pair of them turned towards me, both trying to mask their true emotions. “How long have you been up?” His voice was gentle and soothing, nothing of the primal growl he’d used with the do
Rite of Submission 22: Drowning in Doubts
Curled up like a cat in the chair, I stared out the window not sure what to do with myself now that I was alone. I’d asked for this, but it felt like the worst time in the world to get it. I needed answers and I wasn’t going to find them in here. Someone had to know what was going on with me; I just didn’t know who that would be. They already had a doctor running tests on me, but I couldn’t be sure I’d ever hear about the results. How does someone survive a lethal amount of anything without showing or feeling any signs that they’d been poisoned? I didn’t feel sick. Yes I’d felt dizzy and breathless a few times, but not without knowing exactly why I felt that way. I stared down at the little pink dot on my arm that was fading. Was the doctor right and I could heal faster than normal. All lycans had a natural accelerated healing, was mine really faster than that? I tried to think back to the last time I’d ever felt sick or had a cut, scrap
Rite of Submission 23: Immunity
Sophia’s perfectly manicured brows drew together with a look of concern, “What happened?” I sighed heavily, “I can’t tell if he’s crazy or has a death wish at this point.” I crossed back into the sitting room and flopped down on the sofa. “Either way, he’s tormenting me with it.” “What did he do now? Do I need to go yell at him again, because I will,” she sounded just as annoyed with him as I felt. I shook my head no. “Did he at least tell you the good news?” “What good news?” a little spark of hope flashed within me, distracting me from my anger towards him. She clapped her hands, “Your blood showed lower levels of wolfsbane, it looks like your body is metabolizing it and breaking it down. Dr Martinez thinks you could be descended from a bloodline that was immune to it. Since there isn’t any pack known to have that kind of immunity, she thinks it could be a rare dormant gene. Your ancestors could be from a pack that w
Rite of Submission 24: Stranger Dreams may Come
The room was still dark when Dmitri shook my shoulder to wake me. I was not ready to deal with him yet, so I pulled the blanket up over my head and groaned at him to go away. He shook my shoulder again, more insistently until I tossed the blanket back and sat up to yell at him. Before I could get a word out, he’d placed a hand over my mouth. “I don’t want to wake Sophie,” he whispered harshly. I rolled my eyes and pushed his hand away, “If it’s that early, why are you waking me up? What do you want?” He just walked to the doors that led to the hallway and stood there staring at me expectantly. Grumbling in protest, I pushed myself off the sofa and made my way across the room to where he stood. “Where are we going?” I asked quietly ignoring the way his eyes lingered on my outfit. He waited until we were out in the hall to answer, “Dr Martinez needs to see us, and I don’t want Sophie to worry if she doesn’t have too.” He started walking
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Rite of Submission 69: Fight Like a Girl
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Rite of Submission 68: Alpha
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Rite of Submission 67: Mine
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Rite of Submission 66: Dark & Twisted Delights
I feel asleep with a sense of serenity I’d never felt before. Waking now and stretching my arms, I can’t help but worry if I’d dreamt it. Blue eyes, not black pools when he said he loved me. I jerked upright when my hand found only empty space beside me. ‘Dmitri?’ I tried to picture his face as I reached my thoughts out to him. Relief settled over me like a warm blanket, ‘Welcome back to the land of the living, Princess.’ I could feel his relief as well, ‘You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll wrap things up here and be up in a few minutes.’ I settled back into the pillows, feeling like I could float up to the ceiling at any moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so content,” his adoration washed over me, with a tinge of jealousy. My cheeks hurt from smiling so big, “You love me,” butterflies swirled in my stomach as he looked down at me. He frowned, “Have I really made you question that?”
Rite of Submission 65: Broken
To much time had passed and he was still just staring at me with a blank expression as I knelt there holding his hand in mine. One of us needed to say something eventually. I had a limited number of options before me, and I’d need time to prepare either way he decided. A knock on the main doors derailed my train of thought. His face was still blank, “I’ll go see who that is, and what they want,” I whispered, setting his hand on his thigh. Still nothing from him, sighing, I climbed off the floor and made my way to the sitting room. I opened the door to a very cheerful Sophia, “It sounded really quiet, so I thought I wouldn’t be interrupting,” she gave me a wink with a cheeky grin, “I planned for us all to have brunch instead of breakfast since the morning after a full moon tends to run a little later than normal, aaaaannnnnnd…” she wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively. “Oh, um…” I quickly pulled her inside and shut the door behind he
Rite of Submission 64: Pay the Piper
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Rite of Submission 63: Wolves in the Woods
I let myself fall slightly behind; then kept the pace to maintain the gap. Dmitri, Blake and the female wolves kept pace with me as the rest of the enforcers ran together ahead of us, Nathan at the head of their charge. It was a long way to the rocky shelf that they ran up the hillside too every run. Dmitri had pointed it out on a map for me the night before, and I was just enjoying the feeling of wind in my fur and dirt beneath my paws as we ran. ‘You’re toying with him,’ Dmitri accused. ‘Only a little bit,’ I teased and picked up my pace for a moment to close the gap a few feet. ‘He’s going to be very grumpy for days,’ He teased back. ‘I warned him, you warned him,’ I mocked. ‘6, Princess,’ he warned, but I could feel his amusement. We continued through the trees, racing up the slope, closing the gap a little more every so often. When our group was a few feet behind the enforcers, Na
