Suppressed Mate

The Wolf and the Dreams

During my drive, I try to mentally come up with a game plan for another job. Gentleman’s Place may not have been the nicest or most upstanding place to work, but the tips could be amazing and I could have lived comfortably on the income, at least. That stupid asshole Clay had to get handsy and mess it up for me.

And Black. My racing mind slows a little thinking about him. No man has any right to look so damn good. Or smell so good either, now that I think about it. It was great that he stepped in and stopped Clay. But he left without paying too and part of this is his fault. Also, what was up with the way it seemed like he scented me when I was at their table? And how the f**k did he hear my tray hit the ground? The floors were carpeted and his table was at least 50 feet away from the private room. Not to mention the loud music playing from whichever dancer that was performing at the time.

It’s all making my head spin and rather than answers, I feel more confused by it. Trying to put it all out of my mind, I turn my thoughts back to my game plan of finding a job next week. There’s no point in trying to do it tomorrow since it’s Sunday and I think I need a day off after tonight’s events. Glancing at my phone, I realize it’s after midnight so technically, it’s already Sunday. Yes, definitely taking today off.

I’m getting closer to home when I see the huge home that has become my marker to know the turn for my gravel road is coming up. It’s a large, white, home with two pillars on the porch that extend to the room on the second floor. The floor to ceiling windows featured on the entire home all seem to be lit up with light from inside but curtains block any peeping eyes from seeing in. Despite a four car garage, the u-shaped driveway is full of cars ranging from SUV’s to fancy sports cars. Must be a party going on, I think to myself.

I don’t know who owns the house and I really don’t care either. I think that our property lines might be right next to each other but I can’t remember for certain. I make a mental note to check on that while I have time off until I find another job.

A quarter mile later, I turn down my dirt road and make the mile drive to my little trailer. I’ve gotten out of my car and am unlocking the front door when I hear a rustling noise from the side of the house.

Freezing as I’m about to open the door, I call out, “Who’s there?”

I curse the slight tremor in my voice and say in a more stern voice, “show yourself or I will call the cops.”

There’s more rustling when slowly, someone, no wait, something steps out from the side of the house. I stand frozen as I stare into the eyes of a huge black wolf.

The wolf is only about 15 feet away from me. A distance that it could cover in only a moment if he wanted to. Besides wanting to piss myself with fear, I can’t help but appreciate him. He’s beautiful. I don’t see a trace of color in his pelt other than black and his eyes seem to be solid black as well.

He’s the biggest canine of any sort that I’ve ever seen, bigger than a Great Dane even. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s about 3 feet tall at the shoulder. I can’t see the length of his body, but that’s probably a good thing. I guess I know where the paw prints came from now.

So far, he hasn’t shown any signs of aggression either. He’s standing on all four paws, muzzle closed, facing me straight on, just watching me.

“Nice wolfy wolf,” I say in as soothing voice as I can. “Good boy, don’t eat the little human.”

The wolf chuffs as if he thinks I said something funny. Well, ok then. My yelling didn’t make him perceive me as a threat, that’s good. I think.

Still in a slow soothing voice, I continue, “Ok, friend, I’m going to go inside now. Please don’t attack me for moving.”

Without taking my eyes off the wolf, I slowly open my front door. It feels like eternity for it to open enough that I can slip inside. As soon as I think it’s open enough, I jump inside as quick as I and slam the door behind me, my heart racing. The wolf wasn’t acting aggressive, but I wasn’t going to take the chance on him attacking once I started moving.

Running to my bedroom that was on the side of the house the wolf was on, I peeked through the curtains to see if the wolf had moved. He was gone. Pushing my face closer to the glass, I looked on and around the porch but there was no sign of him.

Letting out a breath. I step away from the window and undress for bed. Normally, I’d take a shower but I’m mentally drained from the night and crawl into bed, not even taking the time to pick my dirty clothes up off of the floor. I close my eyes and start dreaming as soon as I’m asleep.

I’m back at Gentleman’s Place in the private dance room. But instead of holding open the door for Clay, it’s Kane Black that walks past me into the room. He’s wearing the same black slacks and white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up that he had on earlier this evening

He’s asked for a private dance from me. I don’t do private dances though. Why am I in here? Not understanding why but knowing that I’m required to provide the service to him, I step into the room and close the door behind me. Walking over to the stereo built into the wall, I turn on soft, sensual music.

He sits on the couch against the wall and I turn to face him. I’m nervous and my heart is racing, I’ve never done a private dance before and I’m not sure what I am suppose to do. I sway my hips to the rhythm of the music as I cross the few feet that it takes me to be in front of him. I hear a low growl come from his chest as he watches me move.

“Can I touch you?” He asks gently. “I won’t do it without your permission and I’ll stop whenever you tell me to.”

Taken aback by his question, I stop swaying and stand still.

He sees my surprise and hesitation and adds, “I’m not asking you to take your clothes off. You’re in control here. And I promise to tip well.” He adds with a wink.

Who am I kidding? I want this man to touch me. After another moment, I nod my head giving him permission, swallowing hard.

“Good girl,” he says in a low voice.

Fuck. How did he make those two words sound so hot? And why did that instantly make me wet?

“I’m going to touch you now.” A statement, not a question this time. I nod again in response, my heart racing too much for me to form sensible words.

He places his large hands on the outsides of each of my calves and slowly rubs them upwards. I watch his toned biceps flex as his hands move. Closing my eyes, I take in the sensation of his hands on my bare skin as they move up my thighs and then over the bottom of my short dress. f**k. Who knew that simple touching like this could feel so good. His hands continue moving slowly up my body until they reach the curve on the bottom of my breasts before moving back down again.

I have to suppress a moan when his hands make their downward descent. This time he stops above my knees before slowly moving back up again. When they reach the bottom of my dress, I feel Black use his thumbs to hike my form fitting dress a little higher as his hands move upward. I don’t look to see how high it is but I’m certain that it’s high enough now that part of my panties are now visible.

Another wave of desire hits me and I feel myself growing more wet. Those panties are going to be dripping with my desire soon. I hear a low growl deep in Blacks chest as his hands move up over my hips and waist. But this time when his hands reach the bottom of my breasts, he keeps moving them upward until he’s cupping both breasts.

I can’t stop a moan from escaping when he lightly squeezes with both hands.

His voice is husky this time when he says, “good girl.”

I feel my n*****s growing hard under his finger tips through the thin satin fabric as he lightly brushes his fingers over them, a louder moan escaping my mouth from the sensation. I’ve never been so turned on. I can feel my p***y throbbing with need.

Slowly, Black moves one hand from my breast and down my body. I want to whimper at the loss of sensation but he leans his head forward and his lips close around the hard tip of my n****e pressing against the fabric. I gasp at the new sensation and almost stumble.

Before I do, in one swift movement, Black wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me on top of him so that I’m straddling him as he leans back on the couch, his mouth never leaving my breast. I can feel his hard c**k pressing underneath me and oh my gosh, how big is this guy?

Pulling his mouth from my breast, Blacks voice is huskier than ever as he looks me in the eye and asks, “Do you want me to stop, Jerrica? You’re in control here and I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“Please don’t,” I say, barely above a whisper with my own husky voice.

I feel his c**k pulse through his slacks against my p***y and try to move my hips to grind against him but his firm hand on my waist stops my movement. Lifting his head, his lips close around my other n****e through the dress. f**k. We have way too many clothes on right now.

I move my hands to the bottom of my dress so I can pull it over my head but again, Black stops me.

Grabbing each of my hands with his, he moves them behind my back and uses one hand to hold both of my wrist in place behind me while his other hand moves back to my hip. My mind is spinning from his lips moving from n****e to n****e that I forget about the fabric between us and just enjoy the sensation.

I’m so wet right now that I’m certain Blacks slacks but also be wet. I’m embarrassed about it until I feel his hand on my hip move forward and cup me between my legs where there’s no way he missed how wet I am.

Another growl, louder this time, rumbles in his chest and I feel the vibration from it on my n****e from his mouth. He presses his thumb against my pulsing c**t and I gasp in pleasure.

“f**k,” he says. “You’re so f*****g wet for me.”

I can only moan as he starts to swirl his thumb around my c**t through my panties. I start to rock my hips and grind myself against his hand, unable to stop myself.

“That’s right. Use me to get yourself off. But don’t c*m until I tell you to,” he says.

“Im so turned on, I don’t think I can hold off long,” I breathe.

“Not until I tell you to.” He growls before taking my n****e into his mouth again and grazing it with his teeth.

“f**k!” I gasp and start to grind on his hand harder and faster.

Black expertly keeps his thumb on my c**t and rubbing it in time with my thrusts, his fingers pressing against the entrance of my p***y without pushing into me. I feel the climax building inside me and can’t stop the constant moans from escaping my lips. My head is spinning from the sensations. I feel like I’m drunk on lust and I’m trying so hard not to c*m.

“Jerrica,” Black says in a commanding voice. “Do you want to c*m?”

Gasping between moans and thrusts, I say, “Yes, I want to so badly. f**k. Please can I c*m?”

With that sexy growl in his voice, Black says, “Yes, c*m for me now.” Before biting down on my n****e harder, making me cry out from pain and pleasure.

I sit up in bed breathing hard. The throbbing between my legs is so strong its painful. Why did I have to wake up right at the best part? Flustered, I reach into my nightstand next to my bed, I pull out my vibrator and turn it on as I lay back down.

I barely touch the vibrator to my c**t before my climax crashes over me and I cry out. Arching my back and moaning I feel my p***y pulsing with the orgasm.

After the waves of pleasure have stopped, I roll over in bed feeling much less satisfied than I would have liked. I was so turned on from my dream, one would think I would be sated and happy but instead, I feel robbed of the pleasure I could have had. Sighing, I close my eyes and drift back to sleep.

I dream of being a wolf again. I’m running through the forest with my pack.

The moon is high above us as we race and play. A blonde wolf pounces on me from behind knocking me to the ground. I lay there and whimper as if I’m hurt. The blonde wolf, my pack mate, stops his playful assault and moves forward nudging my head with his snout, inquiring if I am ok.

In a flash, I bite his snout hard enough to hurt a little but not so hard to draw blood or indicate I’m doing anything more than playing. I jump to my feet and take off racing through the brush. The chase is on.

I may be the smallest wolf in the pack but I’m the fastest and my smaller size allows me to make sharper turns in the brush and double back behind my pack mates before they realize my scent has changed directions.

As I trot along waiting for my pack mates to find me again, I come across a clearing where the moon is fully visible. I sit back on my haunches and watch the full moon as it silently rises higher into the sky. One by one, I hear my pack mates join me in the clearing until there are six of us in varying pelt shades and markings watching the silent moon.

To my left, another wolf emerges from the woods. He’s the largest wolf of us all, with a solid black pelt, and black eyes.

My wolf mind recognizes him as our alpha. The leader of our pack. As he approaches, he stops a couple feet away from me and tilts his muzzle towards the moon that’s now high in the sky, and howls.Following our alpha, the rest of us lift our muzzles to the moon and howl with him.

A slight breeze blows as we howl and the alpha’s sent permeates my sense of smell. His sent is musky and reminds me of leather and fresh burning wood. As I howl and take in his scent, my wolf brain recognizes that he is not just my alpha.

He is my mate.