She debated not turning over the phone at all, let the message sit unread until tomorrow. She knew that was a bigger risk than checking it though. Leaving it all night would mean she'd be sitting in her dorm room all night reading dead Russians. Her manicured hand reached out to flip over the phone once again. Her heart elated when she saw that the one new text was from a four letter name. Rhys.
Rhys: I'm home. Come over.
With the speed that Ben had shown in texting her, she sent him a quick "OMW <3" closing her laptop. In black yoga pants, a loose fitting gray t-shirt and no make up, she wasn't exactly dressed for a night on the town. But that didn't matter to Rhys, it never matter what she was wearing when she arrived. She opened her top right desk drawer, and sent her hand deep into the dark recesses of it until her fingers wrapped around the gift Rhys had given her. She took a second to admire it before slipping it into her purse, and slipping on a pair of flats.
One elevator ride later she was in the parking lot of her dorm hall. It was easy to find her car, it was one of the few in the parking lot from this decade. A gift from her father.
She pulled out of campus and drove through the sleepy New England town her college called home. The kind of sleepy New England town that brilliant autumn leaves and a history of witchcraft to its name. She drove past Gio's. Had she bothered to look, she might've seen Ben, sitting by the counter, watching a video game livestream on his phone. She hadn't bothered to look, her eyes were straight ahead, focused on the road. Her mind's eye further ahead, focused on Rhys.
She finally parked in front of an old brick building who's ground floor hosted a coffee shop. The kind of coffee shop Starbucks pretended it was; except the CD rack held punk instead of blue eyed soul and coffee wasn't the only brew the place sold. Sitting above it, connected by an external staircase was Rhys' apartment. Her heart ascended in her chest as she ascended the stairs, practically scrambling up them. She only had to knock once before Rhys answered.
In the doorway stood a wolf. Lush midnight black fur and golden eyes so piercing their glow could still be seen behind the aviator shades he was wearing. The wolf stood tall, taller than most humans by easily a head. The t-shirt of a local punk band clung to his muscular chest for dear life, tattered and patched work jeans gave way to a thick pair of black work boots. Their steel toes helped separate a few teeth from a lot of heads. "Well, aren't you lost in the woods." Rhys grinned, letting Maddie see his fangs. Her heart ascended into her throat.
"I was looking for a big bad wolf to eat me out." She replied. That got a boisterous laugh from the wolf as he ushered her into his apartment. He took a seat on the couch. Maddie's eyes darted towards the coffee table in front of him. On it lay a black AR-15, magazine, a couple stray bullets and a Sam Delaney paperback with a well cracked spine.
"I'm assuming you brought it." Rhys said as he reached down, gathering up the magazine and its few lost ducklings. He started to reunite them as Maddie fished into her purse to pull out a black and read dog collar. "Atta girl!" Rhys loaded the last bullet into the magazine and gave it a few taps.
"What's that for?" She asked, putting the collar on her neck.
"Make sure the bullets are all snug, won't jam the rifle." He said, laying the magazine next to the unloaded AR.
"You aren't going to load the gun?" Rhys gave her a puzzled look.
"Now why the fuck would I do that? In my own my own home?" Maddie looked down at her feet and mumbled something about not knowing. Rhys laughed and stood up, picking up the magazine and the rifle. "Now get undressed, I'm putting these back in the safe."
She watched him disappear into his bedroom as she followed his instructions. Putting her purse on the coffee table next to the Delaney paperback she slipped off her flats and raised her t-shirt up over her head, exposing her B cup breasts to the world. No need for a bra when lounging in your dorm room, no need for a bra here. She tossed the shirt aside onto the floor, then did the same with her yoga pants. She debated keeping her panties on, but undressed meant undressed. The panties joined the rest of the clothes on the floor and now all she wore was a collar and some short red hair. As above, so below.
Rhys came back a short time later, the only undressing he had done was to remove the aviator shades. That deep golden gaze pierced even further. "Did you eat?" He asked. She shook her head.
"Too busy studying." She replied. That got her another fanged grin. Rhys took his spot back on the couch, pulling his phone from his jean pocket.
"Come unlace my boots, I'll order us something to eat." Instinctual Maddie dropped to her knees and started to crawl towards his boots. She gazed deeply into them, as black as his fur. She could swear she saw some specks of faded crimson dotted along the toes. Her eyes trailed up towards the tight, intricate laces. Her hands followed as she started to undo the knots.
"Hello, yeah Gio its me..." his voice rumbled above her she worked out the hidden puzzle of the knots, undoing the laces and pulling the tongue back. She noticed he wasn't wearing socks. "Yeah I can hold a bit." Rhys looked back down at her, pulling the phone away from his ear and covering it with his other hand. "Pull my boots off and worship my feet, try not to be too loud about it." He returned the phone to his ear. She pulled off his boots, letting a slight musk waft into her nose. The smell of a hard day of work and an easy night of cracking fascist skulls. She couldn't help but brush one of her manicured hands over her lower hairs in response to the smell. She wrapped her lips around one of his thick lupine toes, tasting sweat and fur, and sucked. It was a preamble to what she hoped would come later. She could feel his claw poke along her tongue as she sucked on his toe, the sharp digit leaving a small dot of crimson or two in its wake. "Yeah, no worries. Busy weekend huh?" A pause as Rhys listened to the other end. Maddie stepped up her efforts, hoping to get him to growl into the phone. "Get the sole." He commanded down at her, before turning his attention back to Gio. "Oh sorry, got a friend over, playing some video games."
She plopped the toe out of his mouth and angled his foot back a bit, looking at his broad sole. She pictured this foot, clad in the boots she had just removed, coming down on a bald punk wearing a Skrewdriver t-shirt and some questionable tattoos. She couldn't help but brush over her lower hairs again as she planted a soft kiss on Rhys' padded sole. Then a soft lick, and then another. Dragging her tongue along his rough sole, tasting every wrinkle and crevice. "Yeah, two large. Still got that vegan cheese?" Another pause, a few more licks. "My man! Forty five to an hour? No worries, guess a lot of the college kids stayed home this weekend. Yeah, you too Gio." Rhys hung up the phone and finally let out a long content growl. "Now between the toes."
Maddie was all too happy to oblige, sliding her tongue between those long thick lupine toes, licking the soft sensitive bits of flesh as Rhys rumbled contently above her. After she had finished, he presented her with his other foot and the cycle began anew.
When that was finished, Rhys snapped his fingers and Maddie's eyes snapped up to meet his gaze once more. "Undo my jeans." She wriggled up off the floor and moved her head and hands in towards his crotch. She undid the button on his jeans, taking a moment to look over the patches that covered his well worn, faded jeans. He wriggled a bit in assistance as she pulled the jeans down around his ankles. She sank back down and gave the tops of each foot of his one last kiss of worship before she tugged the jeans off from around his ankles and tossed them to the side, to join her clothes in the floor pile.
