Wolf Shifter Rome Control

The shifter's long, lean body is spread out on your bed. The blankets and sheets are a mess around him, pushed to the side carelessly. The sight fills you with satisfaction and greed. Your gaze runs over his muscular legs, his tight abdomen, and wide chest. His dark fur seems soft to the touch under the dim light of the lamp streaming through the window above your bed. Different shades of gray cover his whole body, turning darker and darker on his tail, which wags lazily with anticipation. His arms and legs are stretched and tied to the corners of the bed with thick ropes. You can see his muscles shifting and twitching every now and again as he tries to move but fails every time. You can't help but smile at his attempts. The control you have over the situation, over him, buzzes under your skin.

"You are so pretty like this," you coo. Your words are followed by his groan as he closes his eyes for a long second while turning his head away from you. You know if he would lie before you in his human form, you could see him blushing.

"Poor baby," you continue, leaving the end of the bed to approach him with slow, confident steps. Your fingers rake over the thick fur at the top of his head. Rome preens under your caress, incapable of hiding his reaction to your closeness.

"It's okay," you hum, enjoying the situation maybe a bit too much. But how could you not? After the wolf-shifter jumped on you because of his rut, you have every reason to take advantage of him like that, tied down and exposed.

"We will have so much fun!"

Climbing up on the bed beside him, you settle down on your knees, letting your gaze wander up and down on his body the whole time. You feel like a little kid in the candy store. There is this hunk of a wolf in front of you, and you don't even know where to start with him.

"You know I could tear them apart if I wanted to," he breaks the silence for the first time in a while. He tugs on the ropes, and the bed creaks under the sudden force.

You smirk at him again, letting your hand rest on the middle of his chest. Your fingers play with his fur, seeking out the warmth of his skin underneath it. "I know," you reply. "But what would be the fun in that?"

He knows you are right. He didn't agree to do this for nothing. He was intrigued by the idea of you taking control and having your way with his body. And again, after what he had done, he owns you this.

"My pretty puppy," you whisper under your breath as your hand slips down from his chest to his crotch. Your nails graze over the tight muscles of his stomach, and you tease the sensitive skin around the base of his cock without touching his length even for a moment. It juts out, erected, and already leaking.

"I barely touched you," you grin, flicking the tip of his cock gently.

The shifter grows, and the bed creaks again. "Y/N!"

"Shh," you shake your head. "You promised."

The male groans again because he knows you are right, and he can do nothing about it. When he relaxes back on the bed, you continue your exploration. Your fingertip runs down at the underside of his cock, brushing over his heavy balls between his thick thighs and back up on his upper body until you reach his chin. You turn his head so he faces you. His almond-shaped eyes are focused and intense as he looks back at you. His ears twitch at the top of his head, waiting for your next move.

"Hey," you grin, leaning closer until your nose touches his snout.

"Hey," Rome grunts with flaring nostrils. Your scent fills his senses with a hint of your building arousal.

The kiss you share with the wolf-shifter is awkward and clumsy. It's all sharp teeth and tongue, but it's not less enjoyable as you let yourself lean closer, bracing yourself on his chest with an open palm. You can feel the strong and steady beat of his heart through the thick plates of his muscles.

"Y/N." Your name comes out breathlessly. His tongue licks over his canines as if trying to savor your taste.

You hum. "I'm here." You restart your caressing from his chest down to his erection. You can feel his abdomen clenching under your fingertips as you brush your fingers through his fur. It's warm and soft, and your palm tingles with the urge to curl your fingers and grab onto him.

You take your time, petting him and playing with the thick strands covering his whole body. By the time you reach his cock, it twitches with a damp, dark pink tip. You flick it again, not even caring about the shifter's unamused grunt as you lift your finger to your mouth, tasting him. His heavy gaze burns, and you make sure to lick him off of your finger thoroughly.

Your name leaves his lips once again with more desperation and impatience. His hips buck upwards, his cock bobs in the air, and you take the not-so-subtle hint with a grin on your face.

"So impatient," you huff, amused.

Readjusting yourself between his legs, your hands land on his thighs. Your nails glide over his taut, twitching muscles, sending a shiver through his whole body.

"Don't-" Rome starts to say something, but his words die on his tongue when you bend over to press a soft, teasing kiss on the swollen tip of his erection. A shuddering breath leaves his chest that ends in a sharp exhale when you poke out your tongue and lick the sensitive underside of his glans, making him jerk with the sudden sensation. His hands curl into fists as he pulls on his bonds keeping him on the bed. The tug is hard enough to make the frame of the bed rattle, but he has still enough control over himself not to tear the ropes apart.

You continue lapping at the head of his cock, savoring the musky, earthy taste of his pre-cum. Holding him steadily at the base, you lick a warm, wet path over his shaft before taking him all the way into your mouth. You alternately suck and stroke him while the shifter growls and snarls into the otherwise quiet bedroom. His cock is a pleasant weight on your tongue as you hollow your cheeks to suck him deeper. Your hand twists around his hard girth while giving the tip quick, darting licks and sloppy kisses. You let yourself drool on his erection, smearing your own saliva all over his length.

You peer up at him through your lashes, watching him staring at the bobbing motion of your head as your lips stretch hungrily around him. His gaze is sharp and already half-delirious, and his long tongue hangs out of his large mouth as he pants and wheezes. His hips buck up every now and again, hitting the back of your throat with a low, dangerous snarl when the vibration of your choking on his cock surges through his spine.

The sight of him so exposed and vulnerable under you makes your pussy clench with need even though you didn't even touch yourself yet. Your flimsy underwear is soaked, sticking to your slit as your hips rock back and forth every few minutes, trying to get some friction but failing every time.

"If you would let me..." He starts with a knowing, smug smile, but you shake your head even before he can finish the sentence.

"You," you point at him. "You stay there until I decide otherwise."

The swollen head of his cock glistens with your saliva and his pre-cum when you let him go to get out of bed for a second. The wolf growls, annoyed, but says nothing.

You get rid of your clothes quickly, letting the small fabrics fall on the ground before climbing back up above him with an excited, burning coil in your lower stomach. You can feel your own wetness every time your thighs rub together as you move.

Rome watches the scene breathlessly. His lungs burn, and his muscles are already sore from being so taut for so long, but these things are the last ones on his mind right now. His eyes wander down from the soft line of your shoulders to the tantalizing curve of your breasts and hard nipples. He salivates at the sight, wanting to sit up and feel them under his tongue and take them into his mouth until you have to push his large head away because they become too sensitive, and tears gather in your eyes every time he nibbles on them. But no, he grunts, pulling on the ropes once again with a tense snarl that makes you grin down at him.

"Poor pup," you mock him. "How does it feel, huh? I do what I want with you, and you can do nothing about it."

Both of you know that it's a lie. He could get rid of his bonds within a second, but he lets you have your fun. And even though he is annoyed by your words, he loves seeing you so confident and happy. And your saliva on his throbbing cock is not a bad feeling either.

Lowering yourself above his erection, you place your hands on his stomach to keep your balance as the head of his cock slides over your slit. The blunt tip teases your folds and rubs your clit. Anticipation ripples through your body as you reach down to grab him between your fingers, stroking him up and down a few times before positioning his dick to your entrance.

You know you should make yourself more ready for him, but despite your words and constant teasing, you know very well that your fun can end any moment if the shifter under you loses his patience.

Holding your breath, you watch him watching you sliding down on his cock inch by inch. The tight ring of your pussy stretches and pulses on his thickness, making you cry out with desperation.

You need several minutes and small, grinding motions to get used to the feeling of him inside you, stuffing you full and rubbing all over your walls while he watches the scene transfixed. He throbs and leaks at the sight of his cock disappearing in your warm, wet channel.

Slowly, you start to rock your hips back and forth. The muscles of your thighs are tense as you keep some of your weight on your legs so you can keep moving. A few times, you accept him as deep as possible, moaning and wheezing. Your walls contract around his cock every time the tip of his length hits the sensitive, spongy spot inside you. Your muscles flutter and grip him tighter.

You ride him as fast as you can, chasing your own orgasm. You can feel it at the corner, approaching but never truly reaching you. Desperate mewls and cries roll out of your mouth as you scowl and nibble on your lower lip. A thin layer of sweat glistens on your heated skin, rolling down your cheeks, cleavage, and the line of your spine. Rome got you so used to his merciless pounding that you can't make yourself cum with such a disappointing speed. It's enough to keep your desire alive but not enough to push you over the edge. You chant his name, complaining and begging while the wolf tries to buck his hips into you despite him still bound to the bed.

Frustration grows inside your heaving chest as you scowl. Damn wolf, you think. Rome got you so used to him having his way with your body that he ruined this for you. Bouncing up and down on his lap is simply not enough anymore.

You can feel the change in the air when Rome has enough of your silly, little playtime. The bed creaks one last time as the ropes snap around his wrists and ankles. They fall to the ground and on the bed without a sound. Before you know it, his large paws are on your hips, holding you bruisingly tight while he braces himself on the mattress. Your breath catches in your throat for a second before Rome punches a loud, crying moan out of your lips with one strong push of his hips. Keeping you in place, the wolf fucks up into you, stuffing you full with his hard, throbbing cock while the only thing you can do is whimper and hold onto his hands.

Now that his knees are up in the air, you can lean back against them with your hands, arching your back while the shifter still bullies your pussy without a second of pause. Your tits bounce with every, almost painful thrust while your pussy clenches and flutters around his rigid erection. Your eyes roll back, and your moan is hoarse and breathless as you say his name when your orgasm rocks through your body, turning your blood into molten lava in your veins. The male snarls at the tightness of your drenched cunt, pulling you down on himself to shoot his hot, thick load into you. You can feel every throb and twitch of his cock as the wolf cums, plastering your walls in his seed while his knot presses inside your mercilessly.

"Fuck!" The word bursts out of your lips breathlessly. The only thing keeping you on top of him is the wolf, holding you tightly while grinding up into your pulsing, gushing cunt.

His knot is still thick inside your fluttering walls when you let yourself lay down on his wide chest, breathless and weak.

"We need stronger ropes," you hum. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper.

The male chuckles. "You can try, love."