Guardian Wolf Ch. 06

Play!

You play with toys that have triggers...and you hear how the lead moves in...

Rachel was enjoying the gruesome lyrics and the industrial beat immensely. But when Andreas said the word 'play', James began to masturbate her in earnest. All chance of understanding the lyrics was completely shattered. There was nothing she could do; she was bound and helpless, a slave to his whims. All that she could do was hold on for dear life as her libido was thrown into overdrive. Just as her body was working towards a mind numbing orgasm, James abruptly slowed then stopped completely. Rachel screamed in frustration and nearly broke her restraints so she could throttle her mate to death.

...on these plains there's a burning ruin that must be found...on these plains there's a demon that sleeps, he must be unbound...

Run!

Again James used the lyrics to begin masturbating Rachel to a frothing finish; she was practically at the precipice of her release when James stopped once again. Rachel turned her head and stared death at her mate while he simply looked down at her with an amused grin on his face. He did this twice more during the song until the following refrain:

...so face the dark and I'll teach you about fire in the blink of an eye...

Now drink the cyanide!

...The worlds collide and its filth I hide...

By this time Rachel was literally screaming in her mind at James.

Don't you stop you bastard! Don't you dare fucking stop! I'm so fucking close. Please James, baby, please let me cum. Please! For the love of Luna...please!

When Andreas uttered the word 'collide' James barked an order at Rachel in his mind.

Cum for me my little mate! Show your Alpha how much you need this and release your love all over my hand.

Upon hearing his order Rachel's orgasm seized her body and thrashed her unmercifully. It started in her toes and quickly rose through her legs, where it finally coalesced in her pussy. She erupted like a sun going super nova with such force that her jaw locked and her eyes rolled back as she frantically humped at James's hand. Her love was indeed flooding his hand; her pussy gushing her release around his fingers. Rachel opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out as she mutely howled her ecstasy. Anyone that bothered to look in their direction would immediately understand what was going on. But everyone's attention was on the stage, not the audience. Even the band remained oblivious to the show that was happening directly beneath and in front of them.

Rachel finally slumped back tiredly against her mate as she tried valiantly to recapture her breath. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled lovingly at James. She did not know whether it was the public venue with a chance of getting caught that made her orgasm so intense but whatever the reason, her release had sapped her body of all its strength. The endorphins now flooding through her bloodstream had hit her like a shot of pure heroin.

Finally, after several minutes, Rachel was able to compose herself and regain a semblance of control over her wayward body and looked up at James with a mixture of complete adulation and astonishment. She could never be without this man ever again. Never, even in her most depraved and wicked fantasies, had she thought of having sex in such a public place. She worried that this experience would turn her into a full blown exhibitionist; the feelings were that good and that intense. What he just did to her was beyond comprehension; he simply ignored her pleas and played her body to his heart's content. Each time he paused or stopped Rachel wanted to tear the frilly shackles from her wrists, turn around, and strangle her man with all her strength. But now Rachel wanted to turn around and kiss James but her brain was having difficulty reestablishing communication to the rest of her body. The best she could offer at the moment was to lean drunkenly against James in an orgasm induced stupor.

You wouldn't strangle me, would you baby? I did give you your orgasm, like you asked, after all. Wasn't it worth the wait?

Damn you and those magic fingers of yours! Damn you and damn me for how much I love what you do to me! How can I remain mad at you when I know you can take me to such heights then push me over the precipice into such a raging river of orgasmic delight? I freely admit it, my Alpha; my body is yours to do with what you want. I am your little mate fuck toy now and forever.

James wanted to howl his joy to the rest of the stadium at this new found triumph. Nothing brought him greater pleasure than forcing his mate to submit to him sexually. Making her body bend to his will was a mind blowing power trip and aroused him immensely. Instead he looked down at Rachel with a gloating smile of triumph.

Okay, heel big boy! Don't go getting a big head over this. You may control my body sexually, but don't you ever think I won't drop kick your ass if you piss me off!

James's smile faded slightly into a more contrite grin, but he was still enjoying his victory. He simply looked at his mate with a smoldering glare that would set a forest on fire and whispered, "Yes, Dear."

Rachel shuddered as his gaze relit the pilot light of her desire. Damn! At this rate she would not be able to leave this arena without every single patron seeing and smelling her arousal. She rubbed her thighs together trying to quench her lust, but the wet and squishy noise of her labia rubbing against each other and the harsh denim simply aroused her more. Her pants were quickly becoming drenched and would soon be totally soaked and worthless to their purpose. The only hope she had was to go on the offensive.

Speaking of big heads, what do we have here?

James gasped and looked around hesitantly to ensure that no one could see what was happening. They were surrounded by several fans and arena personnel; it would only take one of them to look over and recognize what was going on to get them in trouble. Rachel had worked her bound hands over to James's zipper and unzipped his fly. She reached into his boxer shorts and fished out his hardened cock. She began to stroke her mate's cock with increasing relish as she listened to the muted gasps he uttered with every stroke. Rachel smiled evilly as she basked in her new found power; she was in the driver seat now.

Payback's a bitch, isn't it baby? Does that feel good what I'm doing? Do you like the feel of my tiny hands massaging and jacking off your gigantic cock? Gods James! Your cock is so big I can barely get my hands around it. I would love to have this beast splitting me open right now. Wouldn't you? I can practically taste all that delicious cum building in your balls right now. I want to drop to my knees and swallow you deep into my throat and blow you until you are depositing a gallon of your thick, tasty, man cum into my needy stomach. Should I do that, huh baby? Should I drop to my knees in front of everyone here like the little cock whore you know that I am and swallow you until I am chocking on your thick cock? Would you like that? Would you enjoy seeing this wanton cum slut drop to her knees and swallow a gallon of your delicious cream in front of every single person here?

James was quickly losing his hold on reality to his lust; his wolf was crying out in need, clawing at his consciousness, demanding he react to his mate. James's emerald eyes were flashing shades of amber as he battled with his inner beast to maintain control and not to rip the clothes from Rachel's body and breed her there and now. His wolf could care less that there were over fifteen thousand witnesses to the act; he would gladly risk it all to feel the velvet embrace of his mate's sheath around his tumescent cock. James closed his eyes and pleaded with his wolf for patience; he was the Alpha and he would not allow his mate to best him when it came to sex. He knew Rachel was purposely pushing him to react; she wanted him to respond passionately, even violently to her blatant sexual overture. She was daring him to take her and use her body for their mutual pleasure, goading him to claim her once more.

Rachel could feel the internal struggle that was raging within her mate's mind. She could feel his wolf trying to force his will on James's human side; wearing him down so that the wolf could claim her body. She listened to his body; she listened to his heart as it beat faster with every stroke of her small hands over his slippery cock. His rod was at full strength, twitching and bobbing with anticipation, leaking copious amounts of precum, aiding her in bringing her mate closer to release. She could feel his body stiffen in anticipation of the orgasm now building in his testicles. James's breath became ragged as he began to thrust his hips, pushing back into Rachel's hands. She slowed her stroking and clamped down, almost painfully, on his rampant erection. He looked down at her in growing desperation. She returned his look with a wicked gleam in her eye.

Getting close were we baby? Do you need to cum badly? Are your balls starting to hurt, filled with all that nasty, delicious cum? But we can't have you cumming like this; where would all that naughty goo go? I can't turn around now and take you down my hot and willing throat, people would notice. People would notice me on my knees taking your thick cock in my hot little mouth and emptying your balls of all that delicious baby batter into my tummy. No matter how much I want to, there is no way to bring you release without people not...

Rachel was interrupted mid thought as James, once again, bit down possessively over her now tender mating mark. She gasped breathlessly as she felt James's canines sink into her tender flesh and growl low in his throat. James took his right hand and savagely ripped the now useless lace thong from her wrists, causing Rachel to yelp in surprise and fear as she looked to the stage to make sure the lead singer was not enjoying a free show at their expense. She knew that she had pushed James just a little too far with her teasing and now her poor pussy was going to pay the price.

No more teasing you little minx. Place your hands on that fucking stage and bend over at the waist. I am going to take my pleasure out of your delectable body right the fuck now. So hurry and get into position before I take my frustration out on your pert little ass in front of fifteen thousand people. Move!

Rachel did not dare to defy James when he was like this. She was quickly learning to judge and anticipate her mate and his body language. Right now he was in full Alpha mode and no amount of pleading or bargaining would dissuade him from this frame of mind until his lust had been fully sated. She timidly placed her hands obediently on the stage just as the crowd erupted into a renewed frenzy. She felt her cheeks blush fiercely at the realization that there was now someone standing directly over her submissive form. She looked up into the face of Peter Steele as he looked wickedly down upon this most unexpected, yet fortuitous turn of events.

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Peter should have known that a Wolfe could not resist an opportunity to play with his mate, especially the future Alpha of their clan. Despite the chances of getting caught and suffering humiliation, the potential pleasure far outweighed the risk of exposure. Peter had borne witness to this scene before with James's uncle Caleb as he took his mate Giselle over a small stage in a bar in downtown Brooklyn. Type O Negative was just starting out back then and gaining national recognition as they pioneered a new genre of music. It was here that Peter first became acquainted with the elder Wolfe and his mate.

In later years, they often joked privately amongst themselves that it was the most unique, if not bizarre, introduction either could imagine. Just what do you say to a couple that was busily fucking during the middle of your set? Caleb enjoyed ribbing Peter over completely fucking up the opening for the song 'Unsuccessfully Coping with the Natural Beauty of Infidelity'. Peter had just been working up to the first stanza when he looked down to see Caleb and Giselle going at it without a care for their immediate surroundings. Steele reluctantly will admit that the sight threw him for a loop and momentarily destroyed his concentration.

Now for the second time in his long life he played spectator as a Wolfe Alpha took his willing mate in a brazen show of exhibitionism. He grinned wickedly down at Rachel as she was bent lewdly over the stage with her pert rump swinging in the air. Peter, with his own superior hearing, could hear Rachel's muted gasps and moans of pleasure as James slipped his cock through the hole torn in her jeans and deeply into her dripping snatch. He smiled as Rachel's cheeks burned with humiliation as she was bent over the stage like a common whore as James began to thrust in and out of her pussy. Peter could see the warring emotions in Rachel's eyes as she once again looked up to witness his voyeuristic advantage. Her modest human side was waging a losing battle with a baser persona; her burgeoning wolf was now willingly submitting to her dominant mate and Alpha. This bit of information was quickly made moot as the pleasure seized Rachel and she gave up caring about anything except reaching that elusive zenith of sexual release.

Peter looked up to see James looking directly at him with a smug victorious grin across his face. James quickly mouthed the words 'Love You to Death' to Peter. Immediately Peter understood and leaned over to Joshua Silver to whisper conspiratorially in his ear while motioning with his eyes to the coitus that was now covertly in progress. Josh risked a cursory glance to the front of the stage and grinned knowingly. He quickly passed the word on to Kenny and John who immediately broke into the opening melody of one of their most popular hits: 'Love You to Death'. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of screams and applause.

Peter walked confidently up to the stage and in a loud, clear voice announced, "I would like to dedicate this first song tonight to a young friend of mine and his new bride. They are celebrating their honeymoon tonight. May they have many years of happiness and many delightful children together."

Peter then looked down directly at Rachel and James and spoke, almost laughing, "I'm sure they are getting plenty of practice tonight as we speak, am I right Seattle?"

The crowd erupted in cheers, cat calls, and laughter as no one was lost to the real meaning of his words. James and Rachel blushed furiously but refused to slow their cadence as they worked together to alleviate the pressure now building in their loins. They were both too far gone to give a rat's ass about consequences at this point; giving and receiving pleasure was all they cared about. But luckily no one could see the conjoined couple through their furious sexual congress. Everyone was too enthralled with the band to notice the young woman bent over the stage bouncing furiously against the thrusting hips of the large man behind her. Everyone in the arena had eyes on the stage, except for one person with blonde hair and ice blue eyes.

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Jessica Hamilton was in a foul, foul mood. She had been irritated and upset when her father ordered her to accompany Robert to this god-awful concert. Her mood had further darkened when Robert had refused to acquiesce to her desires; in fact, he was quite adamant, hell, down-right stubborn, that he attend this damn concert tonight. No one had ever told her 'No' before. Everyone from her parents to her giggling flock of useful female underlings to the never ending parade of immature, testosterone driven boy toys hoping to gain access to her feminine treasures had always been eager to please her. Being told 'No' was new to her and she was quite put out at the thought of it. She was Jessica fucking Hamilton, no one said 'No' to her...ever. To have this holier-than-thou porch monkey announce in no uncertain terms that they were attending the concert tonight was particularly painful to her already bruised ego. She found solace in blaming others for all of her misfortunes. Robert was a close and convenient target for the time being, but he was only a temporary reprieve. The true source of her ire and temper was aimed squarely at her mother and father.

Ever since Jessica was fifteen her father had used her as a convenient bargaining tool to help vet his corporate officers. Augustus Hamilton (or Himmelsohn, meaning son of Heaven, in its original German) was a shrewd calculating man and he viewed everything in life as a business deal. Born of German parents and their industrial dynasty he emigrated with his young Swedish bride Anna Köpman (she a daughter of a textile manufacturer in Halmstad) to America in the early 1970's after graduating from Berlin University with a degree in mechanical engineering. Augustus continued to lay the foundation that would eventually support his empire when he enrolled at Yale University to pursue an MBA. His strict German upbringing had taught him several things, but most importantly: if he were to run an industrial empire, he better know how to keep it. Anna also enrolled to pursue a degree in Business Administration.

Anna was as beautiful and cold as her Nordic ancestry suggested. Anna figured a complimentary degree was the best way to ensure her husband's fidelity. If she worked and traveled with Augustus as his executive secretary, there would be little chance for him to stray. There was nothing to support that he would ever stray from her, it was just a calculated risk to maximize her investment. Because this is what their marriage was; it was an investment. There was little love between them, it was more a matter of compatible breeding; he was handsome and she beautiful and it was a smart match. But their whole existence together was a business venture; it was a venture between two families to further align compatible industries for mutual growth. It was and would forever remain about business: first, second, and always business; everything else was a superfluous distraction.

After completing their four years of education, the HimmelSohn's, now changed to Hamilton after a frank discussion with his business advisor about being more American like, packed up their New Haven luxury and moved out west. They settled in an exclusive neighborhood in Kingsgate, Washington. Augustus and Anna wasted little time in establishing themselves in the industrial and social circles with some of Seattle's most influential firms. Augustus soon distinguished himself as a shrewd and calculating businessman.

He used his family's business contacts and funding to create an industrial enterprise that would soon modernize and revolutionize the textile world. Despite Augustus's cold nature and overbearing pomposity towards others, he was actually a very smart and innovative mechanical engineer. With the help from his wife's family and their contacts he soon created an automatic mechanized loom that sent the textile and clothing industry into a frenzied pace of hyper modernization. No longer would workmen have to spend precious time cleaning and spooling new thread bobbins; a new computer controlled robot (a luxurious novelty at the time) would automatically refill, align, and thread new bobbins on state of the art looms. The new looms would become the crown jewel in Hamilton's empire. These new wonders of automation were far and away the fastest and most efficient machines of their time. Introduction of these mechanical leviathans quickly rendered every other industrial loom obsolete.

Augustus used every dirty trick in the business book with his own patented brand of entrepreneurial bullying to bring about standardization within the textile universe. During his years at Yale, Augustus had befriended many young men who were up and coming stars in the political universe; many of these men had drifted into lucrative contracts as lobbyists for private industry. Augustus leaned heavily on these young lobbyists and their connections to pass new legislation that would benefit his company and his newly created patent. Companies were soon required to modernize their equipment and work standards to comply with a very stringent set of guidelines. Of course most of these new guidelines ensured Augustus's company was at the very forefront of modernization and quickly monopolized new equipment orders to textile factories and clothing firms throughout the world. Within a few short years, Augustus Hamilton's personal wealth had grown to exorbitant amounts and had solidified his companies standing amongst the leaders in clothing and fashion. For comparison purposes think of Bill Gates and Microsoft in the mid 1990's and you can understand the scope of his new empire.