Carnal Pt 07

Today was a fluffy pjs kind of day. It had been two days since her punishment but Thistle had been sleeping terribly. The wrong move and her ass lit up in pain, waking her right up. So, this Saturday she had found her favorite pjs and was chilling all day. Archer's selected wardrobe could bite her.

To be fair, her bravery came from him not knowing. He had told her to take as much time as she needed after everything was done. He had seemed distant, a bit off. But she was too out of it to bring it up. It had been radio silence since then. No texts or work visits. If she wasn't so damn tired, she may have gone to check on him. No, that was lie. She needed time.

Archer had been fun. Honestly, the best friends with benefits situation she could have hoped for. But last time she had genuinely felt guilty about her mistake. That wasn't fun, it was personal. And for Archer, this was just a game. Some day he would grow bored of her and toss her aside. She had been okay with that at first. Now she wasn't so sure.

Either way it was too much thinking for a fluffy pjs day. The day passed as she became a zombie on the couch. Watching Christmas movies with an array of unhealthy snacks. Normally she spent her days off itching for something to do. But this was perfect. A recharge for how crazy her life had become. And it was ruined just after five as her doorbell rang.

She didn't have any expected packages and she hadn't ordered food. Her social life was dead so she doubted it was a friend or family stopping by. So that only left someone from the pack, sent by Archer no doubt. There goes all the time she needed. She knew it probably wasn't even the man himself. He hadn't even walked her to her door after dinner the other night. It was as if her apartment was a place he was forbidden to enter.

So, she stormed to her door determined to shoot the messenger in the politest of ways. She threw the door open and her plan disintegrated before her eyes. She had miscalculated. It was the man himself.

He was dressed casual. A designer t shirt and leather jacket that just worked for him. He was even wearing torn jeans and boots. A confident sexy look. Which was a contrast to the man who looked nervous as hell. Something was wrong.

"Ma- "She started but he held up a hand stopping her.

"Please Archer tonight. It was a foolish rule to begin with." Was Archer saying he made a mistake with one of his rules? Alarm bells started ringing in her head. But she tried to hide it and remain calm.

"Okay. So, what are you doing here, Archer? I thought I had time before you wanted me to report in?"

"You do and this isn't like that." He said a little too quickly, confirming how nervous he was. More alarms now at defcon one.

"I came to bring you this as I realized I forgot to return it."

He pulled her name tag out of his jacket pocket, the light catching the shimmering gold. The name he had taken and given back.

"Oh, umm thanks. Can you..." She trailed off as she lifted her neck. He got the hint and got close to reattach the tag to the middle ring circling her neck.

"I was also hoping we could talk" He continued way too close to her neck, his hot breath doing something wicked.

He backed up once done with his task. "And for me to apologize for things that I shouldn't say in the hallway." Her curiosity had been peaked since she answered the door and now it was ravenous.

"Sure. While the neighbors love drama, I don't feel like adding to it." She stepped aside to let him in. "Sorry, I'm not wearing any of the clothes you got me. There were no fluffy pajamas." She added remembering that she was breaking the rules.

"I'll get you some sent." That was a very off brand, on brand answer. Not calling her out was off but throwing money at the problem fit his style.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" She asked redirecting back to the main topic.

He was scanning her apartment but turned to focus on her. "I wanted to apologize for being a shit dom and punishing you when I should have been the one punished."

"Well, that's a hell of an opener, want to elaborate?"

He dragged a hand through his fur, taking a deep breath. "I've never had a long term submissive before. It was always one-night stands. And I developed a mindset where I didn't care for my partners. And I know now that is a terrible mindset for a dom. I should have talked to you more about the hard limits, offered more after care, and so much more. I've treated you so much worse than you deserve. And I only hope you can forgive me and not leave."

"Oh." Was all she could say at first in her stunned state. "Thanks, I appreciate it. I mean it. Like a lot. Makes me feel valid about a lot of my own feelings. But yeah, I'm not going anywhere, wolf."

"Even if I was to ask you to dinner? Not in the I'm lonely and want company way. But in the I want to see if there could be more between us way."

Well now she was floored. All the alarms had fallen silent. "He wants to go on a date." He brain screamed. "A date, date. With the man who held a gun to a guy's head the first time she met him. A guy who clearly did shady jobs for a living. "All her brain was working on reasons to say no. But she hadn't listened to logic when she had started this and she had no regrets. Why listen now?

"Told you I'm not going anywhere. Well, expect to change, pjs are shit for dates."

Nervous Archer disappeared before her eyes as he lit up. "I don't know. Those pjs really match your fur." He joked, his energy returning. There was the man she wanted to go on a date with.

"Smart-ass, and dress code tips?"

"Match my energy."

"So, asshole, got it."

She let out a giggle at Archer as he glared and darted to the safety of her bedroom. Once behind the safety of her door she let herself have a moment. She was going on a date with Archer. She hadn't seen that coming but fucking hell she was excited. Her mentorship and running her own shop had killed her dating life for years. It been so long, she felt like a giddy teenager.

Unable to calm herself, she focused her energy on picking an outfit. Skinny jeans that glued to her curves. A corset top from Archers selections matching with a jacket like the one he was wearing. Over the top makeup and her hair let loose. She was doing as instructed and matching his energy.

She emerged to see Archer leaning on her island, scrolling on his phone. When he looked up his eyes went wide. It made her bashful, nervous. Was the look too much? Archer was a god made flesh, she couldn't match him in that way.

"You sure we can't have dinner another night? Stay in." He finally said after stressful seconds. His smile crossed his face, perfectly calming her nerves.

"Flaking on our date already?" She teased.

"Just eager for dessert. Shall we go so I can get to it faster?"

"Lead the way, wolf."

She was led out of her building to his car. But it wasn't his middle-class businessman sedan that awaited them. It was a gorgeous but old looking muscle car. Teal blue with chrome that gleamed in streetlight.

"Not the sedan today?" She asked, unsure, what to say about such a beautiful car that didn't inflate Archer's massive ego more.

Archer walked up to the car and opened the door for her. "You opened up to me last time and I abused it. So, now it's my turn. This was my first car I bought and I've maintained it all these years to keep it in perfect condition."

She acted as if inspecting the car. "All these years? So, you're old then?" She joked. "Is it even safe to drive at its age?" It was a cheap shot. This car looked like it was taken better care of than any car she had ever seen.

"Get in the car." She stuck her tongue out but did as she was told. But as she did her ass was hit by a soft spank, reminding her of the bruises that lingered from the other night.

"Ouch, dick." She fired back. He didn't retort, just closed the door. He walked to his side and jumped in, starting up the engine. It came to life with a roar, vibrating underneath her.

"So how many girls have you taken out in this car?" She asked as she buckled in.

"Only one that has mattered." Damn smooth. He pulled out of the parking lot, driving one handed just as she liked. They chatted a bit as they crossed the city to the waterfront. But not the nice side. They were heading closer to the industrial sector. He seemed to find his goal as he pulled into the parking lot of a rather rundown looking diner.

"Old cars and rundown buildings. You do know me." It wasn't a joke. She loved the hidden gems of the world, finding treasures others turned their noses up to. She was hoping that this was one of those places.

"I told you I'm using tonight to be open. Just trust me."

He got out before she could reply, heading to her door. But she got out before he could get there.

"I'm not letting you near my ass again." An old man walking by gave a quizzical look but Archer shook his head with a smile.

"So paranoid."

He led them to a door which she let him open for her. The inside was a whole different word from the outside. It was like a perfectly preserved time capsule of an old diner. An older lady behind the diner told them to pick a seat. They slid into a booth with the classic red plush benches. She brought over menus and took their drink orders. Then was gone.

"So, this place is awesome and completely my kind of place. But you didn't know that, so why here?"

He looked up at her from his menu. "I ran away as a teen. The current owners dad gave me a burger and a job when I had nothing. So, I help this place out. I keep them open to pay back that debt."

"You ran away from home?" She was surprised. She had assumed he had come from money how casually he tossed it around, Not a homeless kid. It did explain his no talking to family rule but left more questions. "Why?"

He got a look that was equally angry and sad. "Tonight is one of new happy beginnings. I'll rather not talk about that part of my past."

It wasn't good, got it. "So, you built your pack from here?" She asked shifting the conversation. It seemed to work as he relaxed again.

"I started as a dish boy. Worked every hour I could to finance my dreams. Hell, my first apartment was a slumlords heaven so I spent most my free hours here too. Learned how to play that arcade machine for free so I spent hours on it. "He gestured to a classic centipede machine in the corner.

The image of a young Archer playing a video game obsessively would have been too cute, even if the rest of his story was such a bummer.

"You any good at it?"

"Yes. It was the first thing I got to do just for fun. Didn't stop playing until I had the high score."

"High score, hmm." Thistle thought to herself.

Out of the corner of her eye she say the waitress coming back with their drinks. Panic crept in as she realized she hadn't even bothered to look at the menu. And this women seemed like a no-nonsense sort.

"Order for me." She whispered to Archer right before the women arrived.

"Here's you drinks, you ready to order? The women asked arriving and putting their drinks down.

"Yes. Can we get two of the morning burgers." Archer responded, flashing a smile. She in return gave him a rather cold look before turning to Thistle.

"Is that what you want or is he being one of those guys?" Thistle couldn't hold back the laugh. She liked this women.

"Oh, he's totally one of those guys but yea that's what I want. Thank you." The women seemed content and walked off.

In the clear Thistle was immediately on her feet. "Come on."

"Where are you going?" Archer asked looking bemused at her.

"To see if your high score is still there."

She headed to machine, uncaring if he was with her or not. She waited for the screen to shuffle though to the high score menu. Archer came up beside her and it finally appeared.

"See it there?" She asked, realizing she didn't know his initials.

He was quiet before pointing at a name. "Yea in sixth." She scanned the screen and saw the initials ART. More importantly she saw the score. Her goal was set.

"You got any quarters?"

"Why?"

"I'm beating your score."

She heard Archer make a rather condescending noise behind her. "Do you even know how to play."

"No. But if you got a high score, it can't be that hard."

"We'll see. It's free to play. I had it made that when I started helping this place so other people can enjoy it like I did."

She hit the start button and sure enough the game started up. She had no idea what she was doing and her first death was quick. Her other lives face no better as she struggled with the controls. A bright game over flashed across the screen. She could hear Archer try to suppress a laugh which added fuel to the fire. She tried again but fared no better. Two more tries and she was getting better but nowhere near Archer's score.

"Here let me help." Archer said. His arms wrapped around her and his head was over her shoulder. His hot breath was on her neck and she couldn't help but let out a little gasp.

Suddenly the game mattered very little. They were both unfocused as he tried to coach her, never getting close to his score. The food arrive and they ate quick. Archer had been right to want to stay in and they were both eager to correct that mistake. Once done he flew across the city, his car rattling as if I could fall apart.

She dragged him into her apartment, kissing him hard. She heard the door slam but was too focus on this kiss. It was different. He wasn't trying to take control but letting control flow back and forth. Equal dance partners. She liked it but it wasn't Archer.

She broke the kiss and, in his eyes, she saw it. He was unsure, lacking that confident spark. Her hands dropped and took his.

"What's going on Archer?"

For a second, he tensed. As if he was about to shut her out but he shifted. His shoulders sunk and he look tired. His eyes shifted to the floor.

"Every urge of mine is too control, dominate you. And I know you want that too. But I messed up so much. I'm scared I won't be able to fix the parts of my dominant side that are broken."

"Hey, look at me." He had been looking down, but he looked up with worried eyes. "I trust you and have forgiven you. Even if there is nothing else to forgive."

"I know. I'm...I'm stuck in my own doubts. Perhaps we can watch a movie instead for tonight."

Seeing Archer this open, this vulnerable made her heart ache. She needed to help them. The dynamic had shifted tonight and not because they were dating. She had to adjust and roll with that shift. No words would work here. It was like being an artist slump while your friends praise your work. See needed something to reset him.

"What if I took the lead for tonight?" She asked trying to sound confident.

Archer looked perplexed. It was a step up from self-doubt she supposed.

"The lead, you mean in charge?"

"Yea just tonight. I'm too much a sub to be in charge all the time. Look at it as your punishment."

He seemed to accept that view as he nodded. "Sure, ok."

That meant that her semblance of a plan was in place. Now the hard part. How the fuck did she actually be a dominant? She was a submissive through and through. She had no experience or talent for this. Mimicry it was then.

She braced herself. Trying to imagine she was a confident sexy dominatrix. "Good and you will address me as mam for tonight."

She saw the resistance build in Archer, his muscles tensing. But he fought it. "Yes, mam."

First step done, keep going.

"I want you to strip for me." That was dominant and some deserved payback.

He looked as if he was about to say what the fuck. But then he did that damn smirk. It clicked in her mind a second later what he was thinking. He knew what his body did to her. Could she survive him nude as a dominant? His clothes came off quickly then, freezing her in place. All her fake dominance wanted to flee, to touch him. She took a step forward, reaching out. Then she withdrew her hand.

"Good boy, now stay here."

She retreated before her resolve faltered. She had to work fast. She dove for the drawer she kept all lingerie Archer had gifted her. Out there had been too close. She needed to be strong for Archer. She had to pull off this plan.

There hadn't been an occasion chance to wear any of the lingerie so this felt like a perfect time. She dug through the draw debating on what option to go with. She settled on a lacy black bustier with matching stocking. Heels from her closet completed the look. A look in the mirror and she was feeling much more dominatrix.

She watched Archer's eyes follow her as she walked back to him. They had grown wide and seemed torn where to look. His face did not change, trying to stay cold. But she had studied the body enough to recognize what he was thinking. He wanted her and that was a rush of power.

"What do you think wolf? Does it look good on me?" She asked turning in front of him, tail brushing against his growing cock.

"Very much so, mam." His voice was strained. He wasn't a sub. His instincts to control were fighting against him.

"So, you want me?" She continued, wanting to build on this rush she was feeling.

"Yes, mam."

"But you won't touch me until I allow. Right my little wolf?" She threw the little in there to tease him, show who was in charge.

"No, mam." His frustration was delicious. He wasn't supposed to bow to anyone. But tonight, he was.

"Good boy." She sauntered over to her couch and sat down, looking him over. "I was told a submissive should never cum before their dominant. So, make me cum."

"How mam?" He asked. Her ears perked at that. He wasn't frustrated, there was sass in those words. But looking at him he looked the same.

"What do you mean?"

"You never told me how. With my hands, mouth, dick? What way mam?" There it was again. Was he being a brat? A smile flashed on his face and she knew he was. She hadn't seen this coming.

"Oh, umm you mouth." She replied her confidence faltering. How had he outplayed her when so frustrated?

"So, you want me to eat you, mam?"

"Yes, and no more talking." She decided silencing him was the only way to keep him from seizing control.

He didn't speak, just walked over maintaining eye contact. He kneeled in front of her, still not letting his gaze leave her. She was feeling very not confident. Her cheeks were burning and she struggled to keep looking at him. It was worse as he parted her legs and leaned down. Then his tongue ran over her and she shut her eyes as pleasure took over.

Archer had never gone down on her before. But like all things sexual he was incredible. He didn't tease her since she was already soaking. His tongue forced its way into her pussy, making her gasp and squirm. Then it found sensitive spot after sensitive spot. Her legs shook as he devoured her. When her eyes did flutter open for a second, she saw he was still watching her.

Then his finger pressed against her clit, rubbing it in circles. It was all over. Her legs slammed on his head, trapping the wolf. She couldn't take a deep breath, only gasps as she whimpered. She let it take her, not caring if she was master of submissive. All she knew was that she was in bliss.

When she regained her mind, her eyes fluttered open. Archer was sitting there with that god damn smirk. And she couldn't fight with it, he had won this round.

"Did I do good, mam?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"Um, yes, very good wolf." She managed to get out. Her brain was coming back. This had backfire. She was supposed to be in charge to help Archer. She needed to get herself together. She shook her head and rose up.

"I'm starting to wonder if you do have submissive in you." His face dropping as she said that was comical. Clearly, she had hit a nerve. It was the block she could build back on.