The Werewolf Priestess

Chapter 18. Carter

Content warning: this chapter contains a very detailed s*x scene

It’s been a few months since Tara and John had their little one and everything was going so well. Claire and Tara insisted on having playdates at least three times a week. I was sitting at my desk when I heard a familiar ding. It was Claire texting me. While I’m at work? She never texts me when I’m working. So I pick up the phone to a text that reads;

Come home, Tara is watching Rosie… I have a surprise for you ;)

I call Becca and have her clear my schedule for the day, and I pack my stuff and head home. Before I can even get in my car, my c**k’s already hard from the thought of what is waiting for me when I get home. When I open the door, I see my beautiful wife in a plush, white robe, waiting for me on the couch. She looks at me with the f**k me eyes that drive me crazy, and just with her look, my c**k twitches in excitment.

“Come to the room babe”, she demands, and I follow her demand, walking briskly to our bedroom. When I walk in, the first thing that I notice is a metal pole in the middle of the room. I look at her, concerned. “What is the pole for?”, to which she responds with a smirk on her face “ Sit down in the chair, and I’ll show you”. I sit, curious as to what she is about to do, when she throws the robe onto the floor, revealing a set of blood-red lace lingerie. She walks over to me and stands behind me, bent over so her t**s are nearly suffocating me, which I wouldn’t mind dying this way. She stands up and stands in front of me as she gets on the pole and takes her bra off revealing her perfect, succulent t**s. She spins around the pole like a stripper sent from heaven, and then she gets off and comes to stand behind me again.

Just as I’m about to ask her what she’s doing, I feel a tightness around my wrists. I look down and see the red rope, the same color as her lingerie, binding me to the chair. She strips me of my pants and boxers in one swift motion before ripping my shirt open. She begins another short dance before sauntering over at me and whispering in my ear.

“I’m going to drive you mad.”

She slides a blindfold over my eyes leaving me defenseless. I hear her walk over to the bedside table, open the drawer, close it and walk back over to me. Just as quick as she left, I feel a light tickling sensation, beginning on my neck before traveling down my chest. A slight groan involentarly escapes from my lips as I feel Clara tease my n*****s with what feels like a feather. “Clara, untie me RIGHT NOW”, I say, my body burning with desire.

“Why don’t you make me Carter, oh wait, you can’t, you're at my disposal until I say otherwise, and I’m not nearly done yet,” She says in a seductive voice, which just makes the fire burn hotter.

She then drags the feather down to my V-line, which my c**k twitches as I feel a bead of precum forming on the tip. Clara notices it too and whispers in my ear “ Don’t get ahead of yourself, pretty boy” and my cheeks flush a deep maroon.

“Don’t call me that,” I mutter as she drags the feather over the tip of my c**k. “f**k Clara”, I moan out as she continues to tease the tip of my c**k. After what feels like forever, she stops, and just when I think the teasing is over, I feel a cold sensation, followed by a soft vibration, right on the tip of my c**k.

“C-Clara, what do you think you're doing,” I stutter, my body overcome with pleasure.

“Driving you mad, just like I said I would.”

She gets me to the edge of climax, and then stops, and then gets me to the edge again and again, for what feels like hours.

“Clara, you're gonna pay for this later,” I mutter between my moans. She finally releases the rope from my wrists and I spring up from the chair, pinning her to the bed.

“Did you have a little power trip and forget who the dominant one in this relationship is, sweetheart?” I say to her sternly.

“Maybe I did, what are you going to do about it pretty boy”, she smirks.

“Apparently I need to put you back in your place, and then I’m going to f**k you senseless, until you are nothing but a puddle of whines, moans, and whimpers”

I rip the lace panties off of her as I kiss her aggressively and plunge two fingers into her soaking wet p***y. I can’t help but smirk as she loudly moans into my mouth. I thrust my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing small circles on her c**t, as my mouth moved to her n*****s, my tongue swirling around them. “Carter, I need you in me,” she moans. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” I reply as I grab the rope that was previously around my wrists and use it to tie her to the bed. “My turn to drive you mad,” I smirk as I place the blindfold over her eyes and grab her bullet vibrator. I turn it to the highest setting and gently place it on her swollen c**t. “f**k Carter,” she basically screams as her back arches to almost inhuman levels, pushing the vibrator into her c**t more. “Carter, I-I’m gonna c*m” she moans out, and I stop. “Not until I say you can baby”

After around 5-6 times of this, I climb on top of her and rub my c**k against her. “Tell me how bad you want it” I say in a husk voice. “Please Carter, f**k me like you hate me,” she begs.

I slam my c**k into her and she screams in pleasure. I start pounding her, my pelvis clapping against her ass as she moans loudly. I speed up, and her moans go up a whole octave in pitch as she moans “Carter, I’m gonna c*m”

I respond by rubbing her c**t and increasing my speed “c*m for me Clara,” and as I say that, she tightens around me and cums, soaking a good portion of the bed. I continue and I finish inside her, moaning.

As we lay drifting off to sleep I can’t imagine life getting much better than this.