The Christmas Particle - A Quantum of Entanglements: Caught in a Quantum Well
#2 of The Troubledog Tailes: The Christmas Particle
After their first passionate encounter, our hapless wolf is overstepping his honeypot privileges. He is quickly up for some more advanced lessons in the art of amorous encounters as his coyote lover steps up the pace of their relationship the trickstress' way.
Chapter 2
A Quantum of Entanglements
2.1 Caught in a Quantum Well
Their joint cries of passion continued to echo through the extensive underground complex until their lungs had no more breath to give.
When two bundles of protons in the nearby accelerator annililated each other after having been accelerated to near light speed by its magnetic fields in opposing directions, they disintegrated into a bright nanoscopic firework of sub-atomar particles. In the case of protons, this firework only lasted for nanoseconds.
Not so for the two canine lovers: They shared a sensational and emotional high the wolf would later remember not to have experienced before in his life, and the coyotess likewise later being hard-pressed to name an experience that would rival this first wild, passion-driven union with her new lupine lover.
Every thrust, every twist of their joint hips brought on a new wave of intense, burning pleasure, reducing their respective perception of the world solely to the other.
This intensely bright halo of sensations continued for what appeared like an eternity to the two lovers, the only measure for the passing of time being hammering heartbeat and ragged breathing. When the most intense waves of pleasure had washed over them, the wolf released his maw's hold on the coyotess' neck scruff. He settled for a more comfortable position lying against the back of his lover, pulling her into a loose embrace. Thomas instinctively accommodated the necessities the specific fashion of canine intimacy dictated.
As the pair tried to find a comfortable position to enjoy the cozy warmth of their shared afterglow, she inadvertently pulled and squeezed against the wolf's knot. While this sent a shiver up her spine, she heard Thomas utter a few barely suppressed whimpers. She had expected their mating to be a rather close fit; for her, this was not an issue at all. She felt gloriously fulfilled, both emotionally and (for the time being) physically. To capitalize on the delightful quivers she experienced each time she shifted and wiggled against Thomas, she kept moving on purpose, forcing the wolf to adjust his position behind her again and again.
For Thomas however, the tie seemed to be less enjoyable than for Samantha. While her antics had a certain stimulating effect on him, the literal soreness he could already feel from the airtight grip the coyotess held on him was soon dominating his own afterglow experience. Whatever discomfort the throes of passion had overridden when he had tried and succeeded to claim her was now taking its toll on the wolf's sensitive private parts. To keep his trickstress from squirming any further, he nipped at her neck scruff with a low warning growl and tightened his embrace, pulling her snugly against himself, his arms crossed over her chest, paws resting on her breasts. This drew a startled yelp from the smaller canine, both from the rather surprising change in the demeanor of the otherwise rather subdued wolf, and the sudden stimulating effect in the most sensitive regions deep within her nether regions. Surprised by this sudden display of dominance, she stopped her teasing and yielded - for now.
It would still be a while before the two would be able to go separate ways again. Words would have time until then. While Thomas was content with resting his head between the coyotess' ears and actually doze off, Samantha used the idle time to contemplate the less than two days that had passed since she had met the wolf at her back for the first time.
He had shown her unexpected kindness, and had gone out of his way to brighten her mood. He had not pressed his luck when she had confided in him, proving to be a patient and understanding listener. When he had inadvertently given himself as a Christmas present to her and the trickstress in her had decided to reciprocate in the only obvious way, he had proven to be an inexperienced, but eager-to-please lover.
The way he had behaved during their heated coupling had brought forth another side in the wolf, as well: It seemed that still waters could actually be deep. The way he had snarled, how he had bitten her neck scruff when he had knotted her (she did feel the welts of his passionate bite), how he had just growled at her - this held the promise of an exciting future for this love affair.
A future she was certain they would share, the way she currently felt - comfy and at peace - in the embrace of her sleeping lover. In contrast to him, she didn't doze off, but enjoyed the passing minutes quietly, listening to the wolf's calm breathing and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.
After some time, she felt the tie between loosen far enough so she would be able to slip away, had it not been for the sleeping wolf still holding her in an intimate embrace. With some regret, she twisted her head upwards and lightly licked over the side of his snout.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to take care of work."
Not only to take care of their night shift duties, few as they were considering they were proverbially speaking burning the midnight oil. But a particle accelerator didn't take care of itself and required regular supervision. And there was the issue of cleaning up the workspace area. And themselves, as well. Besides, Samantha felt she needed some time for herself to contemplate what had transpired over the last - a look at a wall clock later - hour and a half?
Thomas hadn't stirred yet. A few more insistent licks on behalf of the coyotess drew a groan from the wolf; only a wet lick over his nosepad managed to draw him out of his peaceful slumber.
"Time to get to work, Mr. Glorified Electrician."
With a wink, she added: "You might want to clean up a bit before, though."
"Mmmmhmmmm ... do we really have to?"
She poked his ribs with an elbow.
"Yes, silly! The nice people paying our salaries actually expect us to dosomething for them. And considering how we've just interpreted the local code ofconduct here, I'd say we better get to it! Now get moving, pup. But gently,please."
On that, Thomas slowly started pushing the coyotess away, taking care not to cause her discomfort. As they separated, both experienced final but brief surge of excitement. When the wolf was about to resume the familiar pattern of motion from about an hour past, she batted him on the snout before turning around: "Shoo, pup,shoo!"
With a sly grin, Thomas started collecting his clothes: "Was worth a try! Myround will take longer today, the day-shift guys put some additional checks on myto-do list. Some temperature sensors in the helium coolant system are acting upagain."
The coyotess also busied herself with getting presentable again: "Alright! I'll be inthe main control room and review the last batch of experiment results. Let'smeet back here afterwards, OK? Would be a shame to get your dinner go towaste."
And so they went their separate ways to take care of their duties.
Thomas' round for the night did indeed take him longer than anticipated; he had to replace two temperature sensor boards, requiring an additional trip through the accelerator's tunnel system to the nearest workshop area, a few kilometers down the accelerator ring. It was tedious work, but not requiring his full attention. So he found his thoughts constantly drifting back to the coyotess he had shared a breath-taking, not to say mind-blowing Christmas night with so far.
She had led him gently, but firmly through his first mating, going to great lengths to make sure his experiences would be something to remember for the rest of his life. He was immensely grateful for that, determined to show the coyotess his deep gratitude for the affection. Her way of guiding him had also been underlined by a palpable aura of dominance. Lacking experience with canine females concerning rituals of courtship, it was difficult for him to decide how to react. Maybe she would appreciate if he would take the initiative, as spontaneously as she had done when she had made herself his Christmas present?
Meanwhile, Samantha fell back into her old habit to focus on her work to distract herself from her emotions. This time, her habit didn't manage to achieve that for very long. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about Thomas. She had trusted precious few others throughout her life, and even those she would trust enough to share intimacy with had never managed to get to her the way Thomas had. She had intuitively trusted him after he had shown her genuine kindness, a trust he had not failed to earn so far. He had not hesitated to follow her lead in turn when they had gotten intimate. Her previous partners had all been a lot more experienced than him, but none of them had managed to gain her personal trust like he had. During their love-making, he had proven to be a quick learner, but she had been surprised to find a subdued, but nonetheless pronounced dominant side in him.
After her foster parents had given her a new purpose in life, she had always strived to be in control, being determined to never let anyone or anything tell her how to live her life. This character trait had also become part of her sexual relationships, and had never failed to ensure both her comfort and her enjoyment of said relationships. With Thomas however, she was not sure how to proceed: If her falling-in-love - and she absolutely certain that was what was happening to her - was to evolve in a real relationship, she would have to grant him some measure of control over her own life.
The question now was how much control Thomas would be willing to give her over his own life in return. Even if the coyotess had more experience in these matters than the wolf, she was at a loss as to how she was to act - and react - to the instinctive willingness to trust him that had asserted itself in addition to the wild mix of emotions she felt since their first kiss.
Eventually, Thomas returned to the workshop area both had made their temporary home for this night shift. He found the coyotess absent-mindedly studying what seemed to be accelerator configurations for an experiment run.
It was not difficult for the wolf to discern that Samantha was preoccupied, not being able - or not wanting to - pay too much attention. So the offer to have the Christmas dinner that had been cut short before while they were preoccupied with each other was not difficult to accept.
The next hour was spent with delicious food and drinks, idle conversation and the occasional heart-felt laugh. Neither of the two wanted to - and dared to in Thomas' case - press the other on the topic of what would come next.
With about eight hours left for their second shared night shift, the coyotess began to feel the effects of their passionate encounter, her tiredness being amplified by the delicious meal she had just shared with the wolf. The experiment runs for the night were another set of routine configurations, and it would be a while before the next set of results would require her attention.
After a long yawn that put her needle-sharp teeth on display, she adressed the wolf: "Would you mind if I take a break for a while and catch up on some sleep?"With a wink, she added: "You already had your break for today. Give me an hour,but no longer than two, then be so kind to wake me up. It'll be time for me to look atthe next batch of experiment results by then."
Having said that, the coyotess requisitioned two pillows and a blaknet. Getting rid of trousers and pullover, she laid herself to rest and had fallen asleep not a minute later.
With his duties taken care of, this left Thomas to ponder the unexpected turn of events that had taken the two from being near-complete strangers to burning passion in less than a day. Before he had time to delve deeper into the depths of his own innate uncertainties and the effect the coyotess' unique ways had on him, the smaller canine began to shift and turn in her sleep.
The specific nature of her dream was not difficult to discern. The way her breathing quickened, her paws began to roam her own body and the way she moved around, she seemed to relive an intimate encounter. Which specific one revealed itself almost immediately, as she called out Thomas' name. Though she was technically not actually calling for him, the wolf was more than inclined to heed the call in some way. Smiling to himself as it became obvious that he must have had quite some effect on the coyotess, he silently moved over to where she was sleeping. Laying down on his stomach, he settled into a comfortable position to watch Samantha, taking care not to disturb her.
Her dream seemed to unfold with unabated intensity; if anything, her subconscious movements and articulations were becoming more urgent. This, the wolf realized, had started as soon as he had situated himself closer to her. She had managed to even managed to kick off the blanket in the meantime, leaving her exposed in her undergarments. Again, she called out his name. Had she been awake, the coyotess would have been impressed by his trickster-inspired interpretation of circumstances. He slowly crawled closer to her, aligning himself next to her and softly putting his head on her stomach. The moment the underside of his muzzle touched her belly, the coyotess' movements became a little calmer, her articulations more subdued.
Thomas would have been content to rest like that, but fate seemed to have other plans. The coyotess seemed to become aware of the wolf's presence in her sleep, which helped along nicely to prompt her to act out her dream in the real world. Before the startled wolf had time to react, Samantha grabbed his head by both his ears. An amazing feat considering she was asleep, but even without visual cues her hearing and tactile sensing seemed to be highly precise.
Unsure at what to do, Thomas was hard-pressed to suppress a yelp and whimpers as the coyotess started tugging at his ears. This insecurity - and the discomfort of being blindly guided by not necessarily gentle pulling on one's ears - were quickly forgotten as the obviously intended destination became obvious. Taking care to move his own body with the direction Samantha pulled his head towards, his snout was moved away from coyotess' stomach and towards her hips. With audible moans and mumbling something unintelligible, Samantha guided Thomas' snout down from her navel, only slightly spreading open her legs, but stopping just above where her stomach fur gave way to the finer, creamy-white coat that led to the sweet spot the wolf remembered acutely well from their earlier mating.
There it was again: The alluring scent of the desert after a rainfall, of exotic flowers blossoming where there would otherwise only be endless sand. Any inhibitions the wolf had up until then were washed away as this sweet scent tickled his nostrils, making his blood boil and rekindling the fire of passion that had burned within him hot and bright for the first time not long ago.
Thomas, being spontaneous, decided then and there that Samantha's dream-induced state of passion could use some - external stimulation. Taking care not to stir the coyotess from her sleep, he carefully moved his head further backwards, trailing the source of the alluring scent. During his south-bound movement, Thomas ever so slowly pulled off the coyotess' panties. Samantha didn't let go of his ears, but gave him enough slack to situate his snout between the coyotess' upper legs. When he had managed to rest his head comfortably between her thighs, he slowly started moving forward, carefully measuring both his motions and his breathing. A predator stalking the most alluring prey, he stopped less than a paw toe's width away from his mark. His whiskers tickling the insides of her thighs, the coyotess had instinctively responded by arching her back a little and spreading her legs further.
This gave the wolf an opening: Enchanted by smell and sight, he gave the coyotess' mound a single, slow and tender lick from bottom to top. The effect on the still sleeping coyotess was instantaneous. Akin to receiving an electric shock, her body tensed as she bucked against the touch of the wolf's tongue. This seemed to intensify her dream a lot: Again, she proved to have nimble paws even in her sleep as she renewed her hold on the Thomas' head, this time taking hold of his neck scruff. She pulled him towards her; with an oomph, the wolf found himself firmly trapped between the coyotess' thighs, his nosepad resting directly on her mound.
No further incentive was needed from there on. Thomas caressed her with a further slow licks, picking up the pace as he realized that Samantha responded in a way that could only mean she liked what he did. A lot, in fact: She practically shoved his snout forward now, bucking and squirming, moaning loudly. Had the wolf had more experience at this point, he would have recognized the tell-tale signs of a climax he rapidly worked the coyotess towards. But as it was, Thomas was lost in his own world dominated by the smell, taste and touch of the coyotess, oblivious to anything else.
Samantha's dream, stimulated by Thomas' eager ministrations, at this point literally reached its own climax: Gasping for air, she woke on the first wave of an orgasm. Which was cut short almost instantly when she realized someone was close to her - very close in fact. Only half awake and not able to discern between dream and reality, her reflexes kicked in. The obvious reflex would have been to get away from whatever danger she perceived close by; but practice in self-defence had ingrained a different reaction in her: If you can subdue the danger, you have theinitiative.
So she acted accordingly: Rolling to the side while wrapping her legs around whoever was already situated in-between them, she got her perceived assailant into a strangle-hold. Only when she came to a stop after her roll, she realized who she had subdued.
"Thomas!?!"
The stunned wolf had not been able to react when the coyotess had subdued him, entranced as he was by the female charms of the smaller canid. Awkwardly trapped between Samantha's legs, his snout was firmly pressed shut by both inner thighs, one arm trapped underneath the coyotess, the other flailing around helplessly.
"Hrrrnggnnnnfff!"
As the combined rush of endorphines and adrenaline from both her dream and her sudden awakening subsided a little, Samantha quickly realized what had been going on and why her dream had ended in such a "climatic" way. So instead of letting Thomas go, she held her strangle-hold, only moving around a little so she could look the still stunned wolf in the eyes. He looked back at her wide-eyed, even trembling a little. He seemed to be perfectly aware that he had overstepped his privileges, but he was obviously not sure what this new situation would have in store for him. As an idea formed in her mind that held promise to shape up to something really interesting, she "tsk-tsk"-ed the wolf:
"Thomas Richter, you little scoundrel! You had to get into my pants for a secondhelping, hm?"
Looking at her pleadingly, Thomas tried to convince to let him up: "Plssse, ltt migo ... hnrf!"
The coyotess was not inclined to do so; on the contrary, her idea involved keeping the wolf entangled for some time: "Getting back in my pants without asking nicely?That got you directly to the top of my naughty list, mister!"
She didn't manage to suppress a small smile at his alarmed look: "You know whathappens to naughty pups, don't you? I guess I need to teach you about the virtues ofself-control. Considering you have decided to skip ahead a few steps in intimacy, Ineed to get you up to speed now..."
With the toothy grin she now displayed, Thomas' eyes had gone even wider:"Well, technically it was me who encouraged you. So let me propose you something: Ifyou'll let me teach you about self-control and go through with the lesson, I will makesure that you won't regret it. If you want me to stop, you can tell me at any time. So... deal?"
The wolf seemed unsure, as he tried to splay his ears by reflex and averted his eyes. So she teased him a little more: "Have I given you any reason not totrust me? And if I remember correctly, you did enjoy yourself quite a lot sofar."
Upon hearing this, Thomas again looked directly at her. Since she still showed no sign of letting him go, he nodded to show his consent.
"Good pup! Now for the rules: If you want me to stop, shake your head threetimes. As for that sneaky tongue of yours: That will remain inside that cute snout ofyours as long as the lesson is on, understood? And first and foremost: You will keepyour paws where I can see them; or better, I will keep them so that they won't roamon their own."
That drew a confused look from Thomas. "I will give you a bit of slack tomove. The sweater and shirt come off. Then put your arms behind yourback."
She relaxed her strangle-hold just enough for Thomas to move both of his arms again. When he briefly hesitated to follow Samantha's instructions, she ever so slightly tightened her hold on him again.
"Go on! We won't go anywhere otherwise!"
This time, he wolf complied, struggling to take off both his sweater and shirt. As soon as he had crossed his arms behind his back, Samantha quickly tied them together using his scarf that still lay nearby amongst her clothes.
"I will let you up now, OK? Tag along, pup!"
Before he could ask her what was going to happen, she had firmly grabbed his muzzle to hold it shut, tapping his nosepad with a claw: "Shush now! I toldyou this tongue of yours is going to stay inside your snout until furthernotice."
She led the confused wolf to a nearby chair. Like all the furniture in the workshop they had spent most of their shared night shift in, it was sturdily built workshop equipment. To accomodate long-time use, it had a comfortable back rest.
Guiding him to the chair, she gently but firmly pushed him into it.
"Sit and stay, pup!"
She undid her makeshift restraints and guided the wolf's arms around the back rest, to which she nimbly tied him up again.
When Thomas realized he was neatly tied up, doubt got the better of him:"Samantha, is this...?" But before he could speak further, the coyotess had already grabbed his muzzle again, silencing him mid-sentence: "Didn't we agree on 'Not aword out of you', pup? That won't do like this." Looking around, the coyotess began rummaging through the drawers of the closest work bench. Her ears perked up as she found a suitable remedy: Pulling out a bundle of cable ties, she set to wrapping two of these around Thomas' snout, pulling them into a snug fit. The wolf's eyes went wide in surprise as he suddenly found himself unable to open his maw any more. Samantha kissed him on the bridge of his nose before flashing him another toothy smile: "There, that is better. Are youcomfortable?"
Thomas confirmed with a nod. Samantha got another chair, placing it right in front of Thomas, sitting down face-to-face with the bound wolf. Fixing her gaze on him, she let silence hang between them. The longer Thomas found himself under the coyotess' unwavering stare, the more nervous he got. Fidgeting under her scrutiny, he finally averted his eyes, lowering his ears.
This drew a mirthful laugh from her. She softly turned the wolf's head back towards her by the snout. "Thomas, look at me. I love you, pup. Youare one of very few I have let get close to me. And I mean really close. Ineed you, no ... I want you to trust me the same way. You decided to skipahead quite a few steps in intimate matters, however. I have encouragedthis, I know. But overstepping your honey pot privileges just won't do! Ifyou want our relationship to be really rewarding, you need to learn patienceand restraint, no matter how much temptation there may be. Speaking ofwhich..."
She shifted her chair as close as she could to the wolf, embracing him from her sitting stance. Leaning in close, she whispered in his ear: "Youwill enjoy yourself all the more if you are patient and willing to bear withme."
There was a voice in the back of Thomas' head that had frantically prompted him to resist when the coyotess had subdued him. Another part of him had an even harder time trying to find a rational explanation how he had ended up bound and gagged by a woman that had been a complete stranger to him not even a day ago. Until he had met Samantha, he had rarely been susceptible to spontaneity. Now, he was in head over tail, experiencing a passionate love affair akin to a fever dream.
His internal contemplation was cut short when the coyotess kissed him passionately, one of her paw sliding between his legs to grope him possessively. Doing his best to return the kiss with his tied muzzle, he barely realized that the coyotess was already busy unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He obediently tried to stand when Samantha pulled him upwards, only to once again having both his pants and underwear pulled down before he was able to prevent it.
With a sly grin, the coyotess admired her handiwork: "That is alreadymuch better. Now, let us find out how well you can control yourself, shallwe?"
Very much aware of his vulnerable position, Thomas' face assumed a pleading look while he uttered a pitiful whine, and pulling his legs together.
"Are you still afraid? You don't need to be, you know that."
Bowing down, she softly grabbed his chin and turned his head so he had to look her directly in the eyes: "Do you want me to stop? I will not go further if you don'twant me to."
His heart pounding, Thomas held Samantha's questioning gaze. He grew calmer as the coyotess once again reassured him; finally, he shook his head once.
So he was not going back off now. Thomas had appeared to be shy and reserved most of the time, until he had ventured too close to the honey pot, and had promptly fallen into it, head over tail. Being a wolf, Samantha would have expected him to be more outwardly dominant, even if tempered by his rather subdued character. On the contrary: He had backed away each time she had shown dominance herself, no matter if it had been intentional or not.
She preferred to see eye-to-eye with her lovers, for it was both her experience and her belief this was the best way to ensure both partners in a relationship would benefit equally. Taking the lead was nothing she would hesitate to do, but having a lover who would take the initiative in - well, taking her - was among the most exciting and enjoyable aspects of her love life.
Besides and more importantly, she did not want Thomas to simply submit to her, willingly or not, just because his character's preposition would likely prompt him to do so.
She would have to entice him to overcome his natural inhibitions if he was to see eye-to-eye with her as well. Fortunately, she already had a pretty good idea how to do that: Nothing motivated a male more than lust, and need would only serve to fuel this motivated even further. A need that - with proper and purposeful guidance - was sure to turn his burning, feverish desire for her towards more tempered and controlled, but no less passionate love.
She watched her consenting captive while weighing her options on how to proceed. A kind smile that had found its way on her muzzle while doing so turned into a fang-baring grin as it dawned on her how she could ensure Thomas would listen to and remember what she would have to tell and teach during the remainder of their seclusive night shift.
The gradual change in Samantha's facial expression did not go unnoticed: The bound wolf fidgeted slightly under the coyotess' investigative look, his ears gradually folding back, his own glance making every effort to avoid looking the trickstress in the eye.
As if the visual cues were not enough, she could hear the wolf's heart beating faster the longer she regarded him without speaking or acting. His smell betrayed the mixture of subdued fear, anxiety and excitement Thomas was quite obviously experiencing momentarily.
Excitement was what she wanted him to feel, but fear and anxiety were emotions that were not helpful for what she had in mind. On the contrary, he needed to be"encouraged" to exhibit visible cues of arousal for her idea to work in the first place. As it seemed, this meant some encouragement was in order: A literal paws-on lesson in return for his last, quite insistent attempt to get back under her tail.
Thomas' muzzle and hand-paws were already conveniently entangled. As for his legs, she still needed to assure her wolf would be propely kept in suspense.
So she started foraging for adequate means to fully secure Thomas to his seating furniture. A few cursory inspections of various drawers later she had found appropriate accessories: A pawful of Velcro fasteners, as well as set of reusable zip ties. Intent on not giving Thomas all too obvious hints as to what she was up to, she stashed away the fasteners in one of her coat's pockets while her back was turned towards him. Upon returning to where he was still seated, she caught him - head tilted, nose slightly trembling - obviously trying to discern by sound and smell what sight could not tell him. Well, he was about to find out first-paw.
"As to our first lesson of tonight: The value of trust. I trust you will reciprocate?You have explored my ... quantum well - and got caught in it. Now I get to exploreyours."
Guiding attention is one of the most important instruments of a trickstresses' trade. While she slowly approached the larger canine, she made sure that his attention was focused away from her ultimate goal. Instead, she flashed him a sultry smile - and started to unbutton her blouse - to keep the focus of the mesmerized male away from himself and his own nether regions. And it worked beautifully. As she approached him, slowly lowering herself down on her knees to get in better range of her actual objective, he didn't notice her paw that slipped out of his field of view towards his crotch.
He jumped as if hit by an electric shock as her index finger claw touched the sensitive fur right above his sheath, flinching as she pressed down into the skin underneath, slowly dragging her claw around the pouch that hid the prize she was looking for from view.
She felt him shiver under her light touch. enjoying the effect she had on a larger predator maybe a tiny bit too much. Still this did little to attenuate her own excitement: Having her newly found lover tied up and stripped naked at her whim - and consenting at that - was an exciting prospect, one that sent stimulating shivers down her spine.
He would have to relax before she would be able to realize what she had in mind; and for Thomas' benefit, she was determined to grant him his share of pleasure in addition to keeping him on the edge of his seat. Speaking of which: Her idea did require Thomas to literally be left on the edge of his seat, precisely to deny him leverage. To get him where she wanted him to be, she needed to give him a good reason to adjust his stance, while nudging him into keeping his legs apart.
She started with a kiss - with Thomas being muzzled, a truly deep kiss was not to be. She went for gentle kisses on the bridge and sides of his snout instead. The wolf visibly relished this form of attention, leaning into the coyotess' teasingly light kisses, shifting his own stance to said edge of the seat as Samantha lured him forward. When she had him where he was supposed to be, she used one paw to grab his chin, steadying his head to have him look straight at her. Her other paw sought out his chest, slowly stroking the fluff of his winter pelt before moving further down his stomach and beyond. She timed a kiss just below his nosepad to coincide with the first barely perceptible brush over his sheath.
This did wonders for Thomas' comfort level. Relaxing visibly, he didn't seem to mind the coyotess' attention to his own quantum well at all. As Samantha's paw continued to roam about the wolf's nether regions with increasing intensity, his breathing quickened. A usually well-hidden part of the wolf's private parts did make an appearance - the opening the coyotess had been waiting for. Breaking her kiss, she started moving lower, nibbling along the wolf's neck and nipping at his chest fur. Thomas' ears perked up as he realized what the smaller canine was about to do - a special treat he had briefly been able to enjoy during their earlier passionate coupling was obviously up for a second round. His expectations were not falling short - a barely suppressed whine escaped him despite the coyotess' earlier friendly warning to remain silent as her silken tongue slowly passed over the tip of his member that poked out of his sheath. Eyes half lidded and tail curling up against the small of his back, Thomas' was in a state of deep bliss. The world around him disappeared in a brief whiteout as her lips sealed around his member - his already intense state of arousal spiking to new heights as his rapidly stiffening phallus repeatedly sunk into the depths of Samantha's muzzle, only to be exposed to cool air again when she pulled back her head in excrutiatingly slow motions.
She somehow managed to keep him in an extended state of almost-full arousal, his knot still remaining within his sheath - but he didn't mind that she dragged out his pleasure this way in the least. Samantha was seemingly intent on taking over all the necessary physical action, so instead of him thrusting forward in harmony with the up and down of her snout, he remained in place - just as the coyotess wanted him to. He was so entangled in ethereal sensations that he didn't notice the coyotess' free-roaming paws wrapping two Velcro straps around the scarf tying his hands together and fixing the resulting loop around the back rest of the chair he was seated on. Nor did he mind as her paws felt their way first down his left, then his right leg - wrapping more Velcro straps around them directly above his ankles and knees respectively. Had he been more aware of his surroundings, the nimbleness of Samantha's handiwork while firmly tying him to his chair would clearly have impressed him.
As it was, he didn't consciously notice being effectively immobilized: Paws lifted off the ground, pawpads resting against the chair's legs - knees tied away to the side, leaving him seated with his legs spread to both sides. At this point, the coyotess switched her tactic. Instead of treating the wolf's meanwhile raging erection with merely light licks and touches, she now afforded him deep, drawn-out motions up and down his entire length.
This change of method, if not pace - the coyotess deliberately kept up her slow, agonizingly teasing cadence - did neither go unnoticed by Thomas, nor did it leave him unaffected. He had a hard time thinking clearly, however: Higher reasoning was currently put on hold, given his near-ecstatic state of mind. His member was engulfed in his lover's muzzle as she deep-throated his full length in one moment, and given sensuous licks as she pulled away from him. The smaller canine had an uncanny ability to find and exploit the most sensitive spots on his almost fully engorged member, managing to keep him near the edge of an orgasm without permitting him release. His knot had fully formed in the meantime, with him desperately trying to find release, but failing to. Had the two lovers been engaged in another heat-filled and passionate union as their first one only a short while ago, he would have been desperately straining to tie his companion at this point, long and deep thrusts turning into short but powerful jolts that would have caused her vaginal muscles to milk him for every last drop of essence he had to give.
Thomas' drew in a sharp gasp, eyes flying open, as something squeezed the very base of his knot without warning. While the unexpected sensation was not really painful, it shook him out of his ecstatic reverie far enough to notice the clear difference in texture - a pair of more coarse and unyielding, yet not entirely unpleasant surfaces joined the feeling of silken smoothness that still danced around the tip of his head. Alternating between squeezing and slow circling, it kept the hapless wolf distracted from what Samantha's other paw had fished out of her pocket in the meantime.
Her muzzle breaking contact with the wolf's tip, one paw kept squeezing and massaging the base of his knot. In another feat of coyotic nimbleness, her maws closed around one end of the zip tie, while she got hold of its other end with her free paw, threading the zip tie into a wide loop literally underneath the wolf's muzzle. A sly grin baring her fangs, she maneuvered the zip tie carefully over the still unsuspecting male's member. Squeezing tight and pulling up, she exposed the base of Thomas' knot. In a swift motion, she pulled the zip tie taut. Taking care not to pull it too tight not to cut off the blood flow through her lover's proudly engorged organ, she still pulled it tight enough to keep it from retreating back into his sheath in absence of further ... encouraging sensations.
The sudden constraint pinching his most vulnerable spot, together with the high-pitched rasping sound the zip tie produced as it was pulled taut, was a rather sudden wake-up call for the wolf. One moment, he had still found himself in Nirvana - experiencing a seemingly never-ending bliss brought on by the coyotess' silken tongue, soft lips and nimble fingers. The next moment, all that remained was the raving, all-consuming need to finally find release: Samantha had kept him on the edge of an orgasm for so long that the raw physical urge of reaching his peak was the only need on his mind.
Eyes flying open abruptly, ears perking up and an indignified muffled yelp escaping his tied muzzle, he was instantly brought back to reality. Instinct took over as Thomas tried to wiggle free, only to find both his arms and legs were securely tied to the chair, allowing him nothing but minuscule movements even when straining against the Velcro strips Samantha had tied around ankles and knees as well as around the scarf holding his wrists bound together. He quickly ceased struggling against the bonds Samantha had expertedly wound around his extremities. His sight quickly focused on the coyotess who had stepped back to observe the result of her oeuvre - enjoying the sight of the larger predator now being completely at her mercy. The longer she let her own gaze roam over his naked form, no words breaking the silence, the less certain Thomas became on what her intentions for him might be - his posture, upright and tense after realizing how his smaller lover had ensnared him, began to slack. His ears folding back, whiskers twitching occasionally - breath quickening, swallowing heavily at times. His tongue, barely able to squeeze through the small gap between his jaws, attempting to lick his dry nose.
Yet she smiled at him - not the ravenous kind of smile she had displayed at earlier occasions, but a a kind, reassuring one that did not display her needle-sharp teeth, but instead wrinkled her snout adorably.
"I see I have your full attention. Now that we can be certain you're not goinganywhere you're not supposed to go, we can really get started with your actual lessonfor the evening."
Finding oneself completely immobilized and tied up against a sturdy working chair, stripped of every shred of clothing and left with a raging erection counted as nothing more than ... foreplay? Thomas had heard tales about his lover's kind, their alleged affinity for mischief - if not for outright trickery. He couldn't possibly have imagined to experience this affinity first-paw. Well, not until ending up like he did just now, at least. Technically, he had consented, and still was consenting - nothing she had done to him ... well, for him would be a more fitting description ... had shown any sign of ill intent. She was very fond of teasing and tantalizing, that much had become blatlantly obvious over the last few minutes. Just how deep this fondness would go was a secret he would yet need to uncover - as far as uncovering went, the coyotess had a huge head start at the moment.
While Thomas was still busy wondering what the real lesson might entail, Samantha had wandered back to the work benches set along the walls of the workshop, inspecting the various tools and electronic components scattered about, the fairy lights and the microcontroller the wolf had used earlier this evening as part of his private impromptu Christmas party amongst them. Smiling, she picked up the small case that housed the electronics of Thomas' improvised circuitry, balancing it on top of her pawpad as she made her way back to her voluntary captive.
"The Christmas party you've thrown together for me was the cutest, kindest thinganyone has done for me in a long time - and you were the best Christmas present Icould have wished for. But - " - and she tapped his nosepad with her index finger's claw - " I am my own coyotess. I certainly won't mind these eager paws and this cutesnout of yours to roam freely where they please to go, as long as you have mypermission."
She leaned in close, whispering into his ear: "When trust, patience, attention andself-control go together, the result is very enjoyable when it comes to the - spicymatters of our shared life. You trust me, and I am very sure that I have yourattention. As for patience and self-control, we will have to bring you up to speed.We'll be fast-tracking your ... education, since you seemed to be very eager for morespiciness."
Her words did capture Thomas' attention - if not words alone, the paw lightly brushing against his exposed malehood as she drew away from him was most certainly enough to ensure eyes, ears and nose all focused on her in unison.
"You stay put, pup - I'll see what I remember from my time at maker spaces inthe meantime."
Seeing him stiffen - his seating posture, that is - she looked him over one last time before turning towards one of the work benches to begin her handiwork: "You didn't expect me to give only hands-on lessons all night, didyou?"