In Knots

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In Knots In Knots Copyright © 2009 Celia Kyle This e-Book is a work of fiction. While references may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are from the author’s imagination and are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental. Aspen Mountain Press 18121-C E. Hampden Ave, Ste 221 Aurora CO 80013 www.AspenMountainPress.com First published by Aspen Mountain Press, December 2009 www.AspenMountainPress.com

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In Knots Celia Kyle Aspen Mountain Press

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Some clubs come off seedy. Lights too dim, drinks watered down, Doms who are nothing more than posers in leather. Others are too high class, specified dress and quiet whispers. 'Knots' was all of those things and none of them at the same time. And of course, the whole thing was run by wolves. One wolf in particular. Nicholas surveyed his domain, inhaling the woodsy scent of his pack as they meandered through the club, stroking this sub and that, beating and tying and hurting and soothing at the same time. All males. All of them. Nick ran the only gay pack in Arizona and he liked it that way. Liked having wolves around him that ran the way he did. It didn’t hurt that wolves, in general, were gorgeous creatures, all muscle and growls when they were dominated. And after one hundred and sixty-two years, he hated it. He hated the big bad wolves with their big bad attitudes; even when they were a submissive, they fought hard. Betas, all of them, some lower on the totem pole than others. The lowly of the low were strapped to tables, lowered to their knees or secured to a Saint Andrew’s cross. He sauntered through his domain, running his fingers over a kneeling Adam. "So pretty," he whispered, admiring the perfectly placed, neatly spaced, glowing red stripes lining the wolf’s back. "Thank you, Master." Adam murmured. Nick felt his cock twitch at the low response, the title he was given. True, he was the

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master of the entire domain, but knowing and hearing were two entirely different things. "Care to play, Adam?" He crouched behind the kneeling form and traced the stripes, enjoying the heat emanating from the welts rising over the skin. They’d be gone in short order, a wolf’s body healing easily from the pain inflicted. He hated that too; wanted his marks of ownership to last and last and last. For days if possible. Only way to mark one of his own was to use a silver tipped whip and then the marks would be permanent. No middle ground with his kind. Unfortunately. Adam’s head jerked up for a moment, his excitement at playing with Nick visible. The sub’s cock hardened before his eyes, visage sparkling with lust and drool nearly dribbling down the man’s chin. Then his training took hold and he lowered his head once again. "Yes Sir." Before Nick could say another word, though, he caught the scent his wolf had been waiting for. Over one hundred years and the man just waltzed into his club. No way in hell was his mate human. But he seemed to be from what his nose, and his wolf, was telling him. That sweet, pure scent could be nothing but a human male wandering around 'Knots', able to be tempted and taken by another. Mine! His wolf screamed in Nick’s mind and he had to agree. "Sorry boy, another just walked in that I have to attend to." "Smell him, Sir. S’good. Sweet…" Adam moaned and then remembered himself. "Sir." Sweet was definitely right. Nick rolled to his feet, leaving Adam behind to search for his mate, his soon-to-be lover. The boy was his. He just didn’t know it yet. He scanned the club, searching and hunting among the hard bodies that filled the large space. In moments he strutted through the place, attention flitting from one face to another, recognizing his own wolves and those of other smaller packs engaged in their chosen activities, but no human male caught his attention. His beast roared and clawed at him, impatient at his inability to find the scent that intoxicated him, grabbed and held him so fully. Seconds later one thing did finally grab his focus. A group of wolves were gathered around the bar. Hostility and lust hung around them like a cloud, the scent of their arousal intermingled with the musky vanilla of his human. He’d found the one he’d been hunting for.

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And they all wanted him. All. Mine! Mine! Mine! Ours. Ours, the wolf agreed. Ours. Nick stood at the back of the pack, arms crossed against his chest, and waited. It wouldn’t take long for the wolves to sense his presence, his Alpha scent overpowering their wanting and fighting urges. He counted off the seconds in his mind. One, two, three…. All of the wolves’ backs stiffened at once, recognizing his presence all at the same time. "Move." He growled just low enough for his pack to hear him, but not the human hidden among the jockeying bodies. The crowd parted, hostility rising then ebbing away like the ocean’s low tide to reveal the most beautiful man Nick had ever seen. He was all wide blue eyes, long white blond hair with a smooth jaw line and delicate nose. The man, boy, was shirtless revealing a well defined and lithe body; slim was the word that popped into Nick’s mind. Not too muscular and definitely a lot smaller than the average wolfen male. Slim. His legs were encased in leather pants, the general wear of choice in 'Knots', and he had black leather combat boots on his feet. A whole lotta cow died for the pretty boy’s clothes, but Nick didn’t mind one bit. The overall look screamed submissive boy and he was ready to take the man up on what he offered. "Nicholas." He held out his hand. The boy lowered his eyes in response, taking the proffered hand with cool, slim fingers. "Jess…Jesse." "Jess, sweet name for such a sweet boy," Nick murmured and stepped closer to the boy. "Tell me, boy, what are you looking for tonight?" Those eyes as wide and deeply colored as the ocean stared into his for a moment, the slightest of moments, before again returning to look at the floor. "You." Nicholas barked out a laugh, admiring the brass balls on the small man. "Me? You don’t know me." That earned Nick a half-smile, barely visible through the curtain of blond hair. "I know you’ve got the respect of this entire place. Guys almost double your size backed off at your

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approach. Means you’re either the baddest mother fucker here or you have their respect. From your question and gentle hands…I’m guessing you’ve earned their respect. So, am I making a mistake?" The gentle stutter was gone and in its place was a man’s man, someone who would submit, but wouldn’t be walked on. Now this made Nick’s cock hard, more so than the feminine looks and gentle smile. "No." He wrapped his fingers around Jess’s wrist in a loose hold. "We can try one night, one evening. Here. At the club. Fifty men ready to take you home and beat you until you scream for a hard ride are here and ready to take my place. Hell, they’re ready to kill me now. You just have to say the word and I’m gone." He tightened his grip and pulled the lean body against him and Jess melted right into his chest, hands coming to rest on his pecs. "What’s your safeword?" His lips brushed across Jess’s in a hint of a kiss. The electricity generated by the touch zinged straight to his dick, brining it from half-mast to full on erection in a flash of arousal. He wanted this man, his mate, in his bed, in his life, forever. "Lion." Figured a wolf’s mate would choose a cat as a safeword. At least it was the king of the jungle. **** Jesse’s first thought upon entering ''Knots'' was, weird assed club. From what he’d heard, it was a top heavy place where a sub could find a Dom who understood what a safeword meant and followed the damned things. There was a subtle hierarchy as well. Doms who acquiesced to another’s claim even before an agreement had been made. Not that Jess minded, all plastered and practically climbing the man in front of him. Nope, he didn’t mind one single bit. Not an iota. What he did mind was not moving along to a place where they could play. Or negotiate some play and then get down to business. Something. Anything. Nicholas, big bad wolf of 'Knots' and his master for the evening was tall, taller than Jess by at least seven inches. His wide shoulders looked as if they could carry the world. He wore a tight

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white cotton shirt, showing off his muscles as they bunched and shifted beneath the material. Leather leggings slid against leather slacks as Jess nearly writhed against the man, aching to rub his groin against Nick’s thigh, show the man just how aroused he was by the control he took of the situation. Instead, Jess leaned back, staring into those nearly black eyes, admiring the shoulder length black hair, and got straight to the point. "Where to?" "That quick?" "That quick. Nothing permanent, but make me ache. All over." Please, dead God, please. Nick stared at him a moment, eyes flicking this way and that as if looking for something. What, Jess didn’t know. He just wanted to go, do, be… something, anything and everything. Jess’s attraction to the man surprised him. Sure, he’d liked a few of the men who’d dominated him in the past, but this was something new, something unexpected, something… arousing. All the men in his past turned him on through the pleasure of pain, not merely the ecstasy of touch and smell. Yeah, he got hard from the idea of being beaten. He was a total pain-slut, a masochist’s dream plaything. But play was play and sex was something different all together. This man? Jess wanted to ride him hard, twice, and then beg for more. "This way." Nick took a half-step back and spun on his heel, hand still wrapped around Jess’s wrist. Jess kept a respectable distance. Or, as much of one as he could while Nicholas kept him in his grasp. Not much he could do about walking sedately behind his master of the evening. The man wasn’t letting him go long enough for Jess to walk two steps behind him. So much for the regular "rules" of BDSM play that’d been drilled into his head time and again. Of course, he wasn’t much of a "rules" kind of sub either. He looked around as much as he could while they wound their way through the throng of people in ''Knots''. Popular place for the big guy crowd. Men, similar in size to Nick, littered the floor of the club, some lounging on chairs while others whipped or spanked their subs. The sight of one sub bent over an ottoman while two Doms spanked him had Jess clenching his hands into fists, his cock pounding in his pants. What would it be like to— "Pretty. Pink." Jess pulled his attention away from the display long enough to realize that they’d stopped

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walking and that Nicholas was talking to him. "Will you pink up for me that pretty, boy?" Nick slipped his free hand around his waist, fingertips insinuating themselves beneath the tops of his pants, stroking the sensitive skin at the top of his ass. "If I spank this sweet ass, will you pinken for me like that?" Nails scratched his skin and Jess whimpered in response, leaning into Nicholas, needing the support. "I bet you’ll burn for me, won’t you?" A single finger dipped between his cheeks, just grazing the delicate skin of his crack. "Won’t you?" Prick hard and leaking in his pants, shudders wracking his body, Jess replied. "Yes." He’d be everything this man wanted and more, if only Nick could fulfill the sexual promise he was already making. "Good boy. This way." And again he was led through ''Knots'', winding this way and that toward the back, the darkened corners a person could hardly see into, those spaces that made Jess wonder what he’d gotten into tonight. He must have faltered, pulled back or something, because Nicholas was there to reassure him in an instant, pulling him close and cupping his cheek with his free hand. "Shhh… Private rooms for rent. Security monitored. Still part of ''Knots'', baby. Just giving us some privacy." Jess nuzzled the hand, inhaling the woodsy male scent that seemed to be wrapped around Nicholas, and nodded. He got a kiss on the forehead as his reward. "Good boy." He settled into the warmth of Nicholas, the heat surrounding him and sank into his submissive nature just bubbling under the surface. This man, this supposed beast, would take care of him. He’d be gentle and fierce and somewhere in between…whatever was needed. "This way." Nicholas led him down a shrouded hallway, darkness enveloped them with each step further down the passageway, only lit by small sconces along the wall. Dim, dark, mysterious and seductive. At room seven they stopped and Nicholas released him, their skin no longer touching and Jess whimpered at the loss, still needy. "No locks here. You’re either in or out, both the room and the scene. Your safeword is Lion," Nicholas spat the word. Jess bit back a smile at the man’s contempt. Some of the rumors about 'Knots' were true.

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Oh, paras were "out and proud" in the 21st century, but some kept to themselves, like the wolves, and Jess had heard that 'Knots' was filled to the brim with the big bads. "And no permanent marks. Yet." The word held a threat and a promise and Jess’s body responded, cock pulsing, breath coming in quick shallow gasps, come leaking from the tip of his prick. Already he wanted to crawl up the man and mount him, scene be damned. Nicholas held the door open and Jess stepped across the threshold, ready to give himself to whom he assumed was the head wolf in 'Knots'. He paused just inside the room, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim interior and looked around, taking in the scenery. To his left was a padded bench, just the right height to bend over and take a good spanking. His prick twitched at the thought. To his right stood a Saint Andrew’s cross, the wood shined and polished, metal rings gleaming in the dim light. That got his dick throbbing and he reached down to adjust himself, make room for the continued growth of his cock. "Mine." Nicholas growled a split-second before his hand wrapped around his wrist. Jess damn near moaned aloud. "Yours. For tonight." "No." Nicholas inhaled, the sound filling the room. "No touching." Jess had a feeling the first no was in response to his statement and he did an internal "happy dance" at the thought. To belong to the tender yet harsh man…heaven. Nicholas released him and he continued his perusal of the room, finding a large pile of cushions in the center, occupying the main area of the space. All in all, it was the perfect scene room, areas of harsh treatment and then areas of sweet caresses for aftercare. Big arms wrapped around him from behind and Nicholas’s chin rested on his head. "Done looking around?" He nodded. "Strip." He stroked Jess’s arms, down his abdomen and then tugged on the waistband of his pants. "Want to play. Want to feel. Make you fly." Yeah. Yeah. And yeah, again. Nicholas stepped away, around him toward the spanking bench and with shaking hands, Jess managed to get his leather slacks unbuttoned, releasing his cock from the confines of cowhide. Next he untied and yanked off his boots and peeled the pants down his legs, the sweat and heat making them stick to his skin. Last, his pulled off his socks, tossing them into a pile

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with his pants and shoes. Naked, he stood in the center of the room, hands tucked behind him, head down. He should have had his eyes cast down as well, like a good little subbie. Instead, he watched Nicholas, keeping an eye on him as he moved around the room. The man, possibly wolf, stalked from corner to corner, grabbing this implement and that. Black cabinets opened and closed in rapid succession until the table next to the spanking bench held paddles, crops and canes of all sizes. There was one other addition that really did make Jess whimper and moan though. Lube. "Ready pup?" That voice, rolling over him in waves of domination, making him want to submit, drop to his knees and worship the man’s cock while getting his ass warmed with a crop, a flogger, anything and everything and something in between. Jess slammed his eyes closed, sure he’d been caught. "Yes, Sir." "To the bench then." Biting his lip, worried over whether he’d been caught staring, he strode forward, anxious to get their night started. Worry and anxiety fought, but the anxiety won. Within seconds he was leaning over the cool leather bench, body supine and ready to take whatever Nicholas decided to dish out. A rough calloused hand stroked him from shoulders to tailbone, finger dipping between his cheeks, skimming his crack. "So, ten with my hand for looking—." He paused and seemed to be looking for a response, so Jess gave him one. "Yes, Sir." "And another ten with the crop for interrupting." He didn’t say a word this time, just wiggled his bottom, rubbing his cock along the now heated, softened cowhide surface. Nicholas’s voice still doing those naughty, arousing, alluring things to his body without a single touch. "And no coming through all twenty." Jess moaned, cock all about ready to do just that from the sound of the word "coming" coming from Nicholas’s lips. "Confirm." "Yes, Sir." Swat!

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The first smack came even before he’d finish saying "sir", the pain blossoming and surprising the breath out of him. He wasn’t prepared for things to start hot and fierce. No warm up, just a hard hit and he nearly came right then and there, the bursting pain of the smack quickly turning into a burning arousal that had him climbing higher and higher toward climax. He wanted, no needed, this sharp, stinging, biting pain that Nicholas gave him. No warning, just the pleasure of the pain and them, joined yet not. Swat! His dick throbbed in time with his heart, body responding to what it craved, mind wandering and wondering where this man had been for so long. Swat! Swat! Swat! Three more in rapid succession. Jess rubbed his chest against the leather, nipples pebbling and hardening. He pushed and rocked and arched his back, looking for more of what had already come. He wanted, no needed, the pain and pleasure that came from a good spanking. Swat! "How many is that?" "Six, Sir. S’good. More, please sir?" Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! The last four came together in a blinding wall of pain and ecstasy that washed through him from head to toe, emanating from his ass, gathering speed with his heartbeat. He wanted to come, needed and ached to release, but couldn’t. Those calloused hands were on him again, petting and stroking and pushing against the heated flesh of his ass. The heat spread through him along with his arousal, burning hot like lava. "You’re shining bright for me, Jess. Want to shine even more? Shine for days?" "Yes." Yes, yes, yes and yes again. To all of it at the same time. Nicholas left him for a moment and then returned just as quickly, the cool soft surface of the paddle stroking his behind. "You’ll count them out loud this time. Safeword if you need to." A spanking he could handle.

Another night, in the future, he might safeword with

Nicholas, but not tonight. Not with what was on the menu. The first hit was a surprise, startling a high-pitched yelp out of him. "One." "Good boy." Another pounding smack. Cock twitching. "Two." Another. "Three." His dick throbbed in time with his heart.

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Three in rapid succession, beating him into the bench, and he arched his back, pushing into each blow, aching and needing what Nicholas gave him. "Four. Five. Six." Hit him at the base of his ass, where cheek and thigh met. Tender skin there. "Seven!" Smack, smack! "Eight. Nine." One more. One more and he’d be done and hurting and flying so good. The sweet scent of woodland musk filled the room and he wanted to bathe in it, swim in the scent for hours. The last blow was just as hard as the last, catapulting him into pleasure and pain and dragging him along on a wave of pure ecstasy. "Ten, Sir!" The paddle hit the floor with a thud and then Nicholas’s front was pressed against his back, all warm skin and sweat, surrounding him just as he’d imagined. Jess rocked against the leather covered padding, enjoying the friction, the smooth texture of the covering against the satiny skin of his prick. The ridge of Nicholas’s hard dick dug into the crack of Jess’s ass and he couldn’t hold back any longer. "Want you, Sir. So bad." Nicholas growled in his ear and disappeared for a moment only to return with slick fingers, one pushing into him. "Bear down, pup. Let me in." As if Jess had never fucked before. Only…only he had a feeling this was more than just another fuck he was getting for the hell of it, because they’d finished a scene. Jess enjoyed the stinging burn of the second digit filling him, pushing and pulling and stroking him from within while preparing him for Nicholas’s cock. A cock that felt huge and monstorous and…oh so good. A third finger filled him, stretching his hold even wider, finding places that hadn’t been touched in a long time and pushing against them just right. "Yes," he hissed when Nicholas stroked his prostate, finding that walnut shaped "happy button" deep inside his ass and hitting that spot exactly how he liked. "Yes." Then those fingers were gone and the warm, spongy tip of Nicholas’s dick was pushing into him, stretching him wider and further than his fingers ever could, filling him more than any other man ever had before. He pushed back against the invasion, pain and pleasure warring within him while he ached and demanded to be filled to the brim by this man, this wolf in human clothing.

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"That’s it, take it, boy." "Yes," he hissed, easing back inexplicably further, taking more and more of his lover. Finally, after pushing and arching and stretching, Nicholas was seated fully within him. They froze, connected more closely that two people could ever be. Seconds, possibly minutes, passed, Jess didn’t know and didn’t care. That is, until Nicholas moved, sliding his cock marginally out and then slipping home once again. Out and then in again, inches at a time and then occasionally no more than a centimeter. Out and in and out and in, over and over his thrust and retreat, filled and then emptied Jess. Soon, Jess took control and moved in time with Nicholas, thrusting back and forth in concert with his lover, heightening both their pleasures and pain of loss. Harder and harder Nicholas thrust, slamming them into the spanking bench again and again and again. "Mine." Fingers dug into his hips, holding him steady once more. "Mine. Say it." His lover growled and Jess whimpered. "Yours." Nicholas sank deep within him and rotated his hips in the tiniest circles, shaft of his cock stroking Jess’s prostate, fireworks bursting behind his eyes and pleasure shooting and coursing through his veins, lighting his nerve endings on fire. "Mine." Nicholas growled once more. Jess looked over his shoulder at his lover. "Yours." The thrusting and retreat picked up again once more only harder this time, bodies slamming and slapping together in a rhythm as old and twisted as time itself. Inside Jess was catapulted to the precipice of something great, his climax looming on the edge, dancing in and out of his reach with each passing second, teasing and tantalizing him with glimpses of what was coming and what could be. "Come with me!" Nicholas demanded. Jess couldn’t help but comply. His release hit him like a freight train, body convulsing and tightening and releasing all at once, Nicholas pistoning in and out of his ass while he clenched around the invasion, cock stroking his prostate. Again and again come spurted from the head of his cock, painting the spanking bench with his seed while Nicholas filled him from within. Pleasure exploded once again when a stinging pain erupted at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, the wolf biting him in the throes of passion. A tickling memory of what that meant

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danced in and out of his mind’s consciousness. Soon, convulsing settled into twitching and finally heavy breathing, panting and finally a deeply contented sigh. He had his wolf, his master, his lover and his dominant, all in one. It just had to stay that way. Nicholas pulled out, and Jess whimpered with the loss, the lack of being filled. "Shhh…" Within a few breaths, Nicholas had Jess in his arms carrying him toward the pile of pillows and he laid him down gently following him down, fingers stroking and petting and…. **** Nick slumped over his lover, his mate, replete and drained. He’d taken the man without a condom, biting and growling and taking and…loving. Without a condom. Not his usual modus operandi. But at least his mate’s change from man to wolf had begun with the exchange of fluids. Mine! Yeah, yeah… The wolf was a single minded asshole sometimes. Didn’t change the fact that he’d bitten and come and claimed the sweet man beneath. Jess was his now, the boy just didn’t know it yet. "Meant what I said, Jess." He nuzzled his mate’s neck, licking the wound he’d created, letting his saliva heal the hurt he’d caused. "Meant it." Nick couldn’t stop himself from nibbling further up Jess’s neck, not breaking skin, but tempting and teasing his wolf with the prospect of another mark. If he had his choice, the man would be covered in bite scars and hickeys and bruises and welts. All of them at the same time. Boy wouldn’t be able to move without feeling Nick’s marks, Nick’s own form of love. Good thing they both liked it that way. The body beneath him shuddered and Jess moaned, turning his head to the side, granting him more access. "I did too." "Means something though." Jess turned his face into Nick’s, kissing him with tender lips and that soft tongue of his. "Means something to me, too. Means no fucking around after tonight. Want to give this a go. Give us a shot. What do ya say, wolfie?"

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Nick froze. Had to be a term of endearment right? Right? Jess socked him in the shoulder and pushed on his chest. Nick rolled to his back, letting the smaller man straddle him and take control for the moment. "You didn’t think I didn’t know, right?" Jess leaned down and brushed his lips across his once again. "Didn’t think I heard the rumors about this bar? About the wolves who ran the place? Ya’ll don’t keep secrets very well." Nick smiled, glad that his lover wouldn’t give him a hard time about the whole "fur" thing. "So, you’re mine. Mate and all that." "I’m yours. Boyfriend and all that. Jury’s still out on the whole wolf slash mate rumors." Nick growled and rolled Jess back over until the lithe body was beneath his. "Mine." "All right caveman. Yours." He giggled, the laugh lightening Nick, and his wolf’s heart. "Not a caveman. A wolf." "Same difference." Nick rolled his eyes. "I can tell you’re going to keep me in 'Knots' for the rest of my life, aren’t you?" "Yup." Nick was looking forward to it. The End

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