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I laughed as Miriam took hold of my tie and pulled me in for a kiss. Human mouth versus

my wolf muzzle, it takes some figuring out, how to kiss, but we made it work. It helped that both

of us were enthusiastic about the idea. She had just finished her shift at the Gray Hare, still in

her waitressing clothes and apron, and we were heading around the block to a nice little cafe for

a celebratory drink. It wasn't all that late in the day, maybe four PM, but she'd worked an opener

shift, and at a diner that's pretty early. I had opted to take a few hours off at the end of the day

because... Friday. Did I need a better excuse?

That tug on my tie pulled me off the sidewalk into the opening of an alley, out of the sun

and into shadow. With her back to the building behind her, she pulled me in for another kiss,

then put the other arm around my hips and pulled those in close, as well. "Been thinking about

you all day, wolfy. Especially these last couple hours."

I laughed again and put both hands on her hips, thumbs tracing over the points of them.

"Oh? Damn, such an eager little bitch. Anything in particular?"

"Oh yeah, buster. These two ladies came in, giggling all the time. Sometimes when I was

serving near them, one of 'em would play with her phone and the other one would be trying real

hard not to moan and squirm. And not succeed very well. I'm thinking remote vibrator."

"Oooh, naughty. What, you want one to wear at work or something?"

"Shit no, you'd be playing with it all the damn time. It just got me thinking how damn bad

I want you, big bad wolf. God, right here in the alley? Please?"

Just how lucky was I? The first time, I'd chased her through half of Boston to catch her in

a park, and we'd fucked each other senseless in a little grove of trees. Now she wanted it right

here, again only barely hidden from view. "Not yet, girl. Let's get a cup of coffee and enjoy

Friday afternoon."

"Meanie! Fine." She let go of my tie, and we got back onto the sidewalk, hand in hand

down the block and around.

The cafe was a nice thing on a pedestrian walkway, so the tables could spill out into the

street some without running a risk of getting the clientele run over. And they really did have

some excellent coffee, though I had a feeling my lady was going to be too intent on drinking

other things to enjoy it. Not that I could blame her. Their dog biscuits are pretty good, but

nothing compared to eating her.

We got to the front of the line, and I tapped my card against their reader. "One coffee,

black, and one theo-free, black." We got our number and drifted off to the side, where she stood

half behind me, tucked up close.

Hands in my pockets.

Which explained the groping hands she thought wouldn't be clearly visible in my slacks.

To be fair, they probably wouldn't be unless someone was already staring at my crotch, but my

pants were getting a bit tight, given what she was doing inside them.

"Stop that, god you're incorrigible. Our coffee's ready." She pouted, but withdrew her

hands after one final squeeze. Then grinned at the barista, a meerkat who was... a little

distracted as he watched a husky sashay away from the counter with her drinks.

Miriam and I took our drinks to a booth off to the side, against the back wall of the join,

and sat down opposite each other. It was... a bit surprising when, almost as soon as we sat

down, she had her shoes off and one foot on the crotch of my slacks, rubbing it there. Eagerly.

Which made it awful hard for either of us to drink our coffee. As well as just awful hard in

general.

"Miriam," I growled, "if you don't stop that so I can drink my coffee, I'm going to take you

somewhere and spank you until you can't sit."

"Oooh, promise?"

I should have figured that threat wasn't going to work. "If you stop that right now, yes, I

will take you somewhere as soon as we finish drinking, and spank you like you deserve, for

being such a naughty, completely unrepentant, uninhibited little shit." She perked up even more,

but at least her feet fell away, and I could drink my coffee in peace. Relatively, anyway. She was

wiggling that fit runner's body with the kind of eagerness that usually calls for a wagging tail.

Hard not to notice and fixate on that, and I wasn't the only one. At least a few people were

casting glances our way.

Coffee can only last so long, though, and we both finished ours at the same time, or

close enough to it. As the cups came down, we looked at each other, green eyes to my blue,

and she grinned. "You promised."

"I did, yeah. Let's go." I stood up, and took her hand. I wasn't sure, but hell with it, the

closest I ever got to a plan with her, was to chase her until I caught her, and tear her clothes off

right then and there. It had worked so far, but I was going to need to either sort out another idea

or start buying her more shirts and panties. Maybe both, because tearing her clothes off was far

more fun than I was willing to give up.

I led her to the hallway at the back of the cafe, the one that went to the restrooms and storage

and break room. Hadn't paid much attention the previous times I'd been back here, but I was

pretty sure... and I was right, there was an unlocked room at the back end of the hallway. Not a

restroom, but a janitor's closet. Odds were pretty good no one was going to come in there within

the next 20 minutes. And that was all the time I was going to need.

"Panties off, you dirty monster." I demanded, and she put her butt right against my hips,

bent over at the waist and slid those down from under her skirt. Lots of wiggling, and her skirt

and my slacks were pretty much no help in obscuring her heat and eagerness, not from contact

like that. "Ah, you're such a bitch. You know I can't knot you in here, we might have to leave in a

hurry."

She just grinned at me, like the troublemaker she was, and handed me her panties. Pink

cotton, with pawprints printed on them, running from the front, down her crotch, and up the

backside. I grinned, and promptly stuffed them in her mouth. "You stay quiet while I spank you,

girl, or we both get kicked out of here." She let out a muffled protest at the stuffing, and gave me

a pouty look, but also hiked up her skirt. Yep, clear invitation.

There wasn't any want or need for hesitation, and my left hand took her wrists, crossed

them behind her back, and held them there, firmly. It gave me leverage to put my elbow against

the back of her neck, and use that grip to keep her bent over, standing there in the closet. And

spank. I'm not by nature a vicious person, so probably not as hard as she deserved, but hard.

My hand stung from the impact, and the way she squealed, muffled by her impromptu gag, gave

me a surge of pleasure. The kind that made my pants a hell of a lot tighter. We'd only known

each other a few weeks, and she was constantly finding ways to surprise me. Her enthusiasm

for spanking being one of them.

This was only the second time I'd done that, the first having been at my apartment a few

days ago. To a litany of "Harder! Harder! Okayokay too hard, back a little!" Which had taught me

that she really, really liked it rough.

Good.

I swung again, the impact enough to rock her forward, and she squealed again,

descending into a moan, and started to wiggle and struggle against my arms. She wasn't trying

to get loose, I knew that much. Just enjoy the struggle. After another hard swat on each cheek, I

slid my fingers between her legs, feeling the dampness there. And the moan of pleasure when I

started to rub was a solid confirmation that she was really enjoying this. Her feet moved apart,

opening up for easier access, as clear an encouragement as I'd seen. But for what? I slid two

fingers inside her and rubbed my thumb against her clit, and felt her try to buckle under the

intense pleasure from that.

I grinned, and pulled the fingers away, to taste them. Not bad, just as good as eating her

out on the grass after a long run. Maybe a tiny bit better, but it was close, either way. And the

frustrated squirm when I stopped was delightful. "Hush, naughty girl. You know it's what you

deserve." I wasn't really sure and certain of how this dominant thing worked, but her

enthusiasm and a helpful reading and watching list was giving me pointers.

"Quiet down and hold still. Five more and then we'll see what you can do to apologize for

how much my hand is stinging." Never play nice. I was getting that message loud and clear. And

she was excited about it, the way her knees straightened and back arched, the way she wiggled

her butt, inviting. So I did what she wanted done to her, spanked her hard enough that I was

sure someone would hear the impacts, though no one busted through the door. She squealed

and whimpered, for every strike, the last making her knees buckle a little bit.

I gave her time, and a lot of gentle rubs, all over her stinging ass, feeling the heat rising

off her skin. A quick look confirmed that her ass was a nice pink, and that rubbing hand found

her pussy, found the soaking wetness. God she smelled good. I wanted to get on my knees and

bury my nose in her pussy, soak that smell in and lick her until she completely lost it. But that

would wait, that wasn't how the game was played.

"Go ahead and take your panties out. Put them back on, since you got them all wet." I

waited to see if she would, or if I'd gone too far. I was still learning her. Would always still be

learning her, there was so much to explore.

She gave me a look that somehow combined smoldering glower and glowing

excitement, and took her rumpled panties from her mouth, slid them on, and pulled them almost

all the way up. Then she took my hand in both of hers, and kissed the palm. "I'm sorry for

hurting your hand, oh big bad wolf. How can I make it up to you? I have one really good idea."

She sank to her knees in front of me, put her nose to the tented front of my slacks, and nuzzled

there. Well, that made her offer remarkably clear. But I decided to push a little further, and see

how she'd react.

"Try better. I want your nose in my fur, naughty bitch. All the way down. Don't just suck it.

Swallow it." I waited, breathless, to see if she would go for it, or if she was going to say no.

I shouldn't have worried. She looked up at me for a long moment, then undid my belt

buckle, opened my fly, and pushed my briefs down. One hand went to my shaft and started to

just stroke up and down, while the other went down, between her legs. Well, I couldn't argue her

right to pleasure herself while she pleasured me. I was a bit too busy going cross-eyed with

pleasure. She was good at this. And enthusiastic, to boot.

She started sucking, hand closed firmly on my knot while she did her thing, the other

hand moving. I assumed she was masturbating, not that I could see. If she were any more

eager, we might not have made it into the closet. As it was, she wasn't about to make anything

easy on me. I leaned back against the wall for support, one hand on her head. Just resting

there, not pushing or pulling. She was going to do this on her own.

Not that I had any doubts, she was already bobbing her head up and down, waves of

pleasure flowing through me as she pushed and pulled and surrounded the tapered tip, and

further down. Up and off, she paused to kiss my tip. "You're *hff* thicker than I'm used to. Don't

know if we have time for me to get all the way down."

I was... not sure, again. Was this a complaint? Was she going to decline to do what I

asked? Or was she simply doing the same thing I had on our first time, not tying to her because

we might have to move in a hurry, not because I didn't want to? Those distracting thoughts had

carried her halfway down my shaft before I groaned and growled in delight. I decided to think it

through later, right now there was a sexy, tanned, raven-haired goddess getting quite close to

choking on me.

And she would, too. Human mouths are shorter, shallower. There's just less space to go

between lips and throat, and I felt my hand tighten in her hair as she reached that point. That

rough, choking, gagging sound from her when my tip pushed at her throat, and that throat

rebelled at the intrusion. She pulled back with a gasp and a cough, then did it again. And again.

And again.

I was seconds away from my climax when she pulled off entirely, leaned her forehead

against my thigh and bit her lip to stifle a moan, and I watched her body shake through an

orgasm of her own. I waited, a hand tangled in her hair, the other against the wall behind me.

Cock bobbing to my pulse, against her cheek while she shuddered and convulsed. She wasn't

the soft, gentle orgasm kind of woman. It was a whole body experience.

She only let it go on for a few moments, still panting from pleasure when she pushed

back, both hands on my hips, then dropped on to my shaft to line it up again. Tipped down, and

she lowered herself, took my yip in her mouth, looked me in the eyes and pushed and pushed,

gagging when it touched the back of her throat. And then she pushed more, wedging my tip in

as she swallowed.

Over and over she swallowed, and I could feel my stomach tightening, feel my grip on

her hair pulling, but her lips were already at my knot, her nose against it. A hand on my sac,

rubbing and fondling and kneading. I'd have cum already, but she wasn't squeezing my knot.

And she knew I couldn't go off without that. Her other hand just... touching that swollen, ready

base. Nothing, just gentle touches as she held me on the edge, and I pulled her hair, keeping

her on me.

It felt like forever, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds, before she

squeezed, hand tightening at the back of my knot, and tugged. And that was all it took, with her

choking and swallowing, tight around me, and tugging my knot, I came. Hard. Keeping myself

down to a breathless, intense growl was hard enough, pouring myself down her throat to the

tune of eager swallowing, not that she had much choice. It was either swallow everything or let it

drip off her chin, and that was a mess that would be hard to explain.

Again, it felt like forever, but I was spent and she pulled back, coughing and choking and

swallowing some more. And I sagged against the wall, knees weak and panting for breath.

"Hhholy shit," I muttered. "Whatever I did to deserve you, it couldn't have been enough. It was a

quick thing, getting clothes back in order enough, but after she tugged her panties up, she

rubbed at them for a few minutes, then daubed the dampness on my nose, filling it with the

scent of her, and nothing else.

"It's not a matter of deserve, wolfy. You have me. Who cares if you deserve me. You

have me, and no one else does. Because I want you to have me. And take me, too. A lot. Nnn.

We need to get out of this cafe, Michael. Fast. Get somewhere I can get that knot buried.

Finally. Please?"

"Your wish is my desire, oh naughty little bitch. I think your place is closer. Stay in front

of me so I can smell you all the way home?"

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

Both of us were grinning as we left the closet, and the hallway, passing a meerkat with

husky in tow. Back out through the cafe, and we headed for the entrance, laughing the whole

time. No chase, this time, but definitely following her. She didn't need a leash, just the scent of

her to follow. I was hooked.