Page 27 of Little Howl of Moon

“Relax,” I commanded. “Hands down. Deep breath.”

He trusted me with his body, and that meant more to me than he could possibly know. Steel, the big bad wolf,whimperedas he lowered his hands to the tops of his thighs. He drew in a breath for me and exhaled slowly.

I wasn’t going to hit his cock. One, I didn’t want to. We hadn’t negotiated cock-and-ball torture. Two, I didn’t need to. That wasn’t the point.

The point was not knowing what his human was going to do next.

We were practicing submission. Him giving over control. Fully letting go. It would take work, especially for someone who was so used to being the one who set the pace.

I pulled the riding crop back and popped the top of his hand. He grunted, and I swear his cock got even larger. The hum of the sex toy filled the room, milking his cock dutifully, drawing out all sorts of sexy gruff sounds from him.

He looked so fucking good like this. I circled him again, walking around in circles, occasionally touching him with the end of the crop.

“Sir,” he rasped. “I’m . . . I don’t know how much longer I have.”

“You have as long as I choose,” I said firmly, slapping the top of his thigh with the crop.

He groaned as I did it again, then I retreated to the bench. I put the riding crop down and glanced back at him, wondering how long he could really last.

“You’re going to stay right there,” I said. “And I’m going to go prep the ginger in the kitchen. I’ll still be able to hear you. If you need me immediately, you’ll call out yellow. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” he gritted out.

I went to him and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, and then headed for the kitchen, listening for his voice in case he needed me.

I’d left the bag of ginger on the counter and rummaged through it until I found a large piece with a flared base. Steel’s soft whines floated through the house as he waited for me patiently. I could hear the fleshlight working his cock without a break.

But I knew he would be good for me and would wait to come until I let him.

It’d been a long time since I’d been so alive. I was in my element, and he’d reminded me just how much I loved being dominant. But beyond that, he was reminding me of smaller things too. Like how much fun it was to sit and watch a silly movie, or how good it felt to cuddle, or how wholesome it was toenjoy a meal together. He’d reminded me how much I enjoyed living life.

I inspected the root, making sure that it was large enough and had enough branches so I’d be able to have a handle. Satisfied with my pick, I pulled out a cutting board and a sharp knife. I carefully peeled one of the root fingers, narrowing down the tip but making sure it wasn’t too thin. The last thing I wanted was for it to snap off inside him . . .

Once it was peeled, I washed it in the sink and made sure it was clean. I placed it on a napkin and then washed my hands thoroughly. I needed to get the ginger oil off my hands. Too many times in my career as a chef, I’d peeled ginger then touched my eyes, and suffered. I was even going to use gloves because of that.

Steel’s groan echoed from the bedroom and I paused, listening to him.

I loved all the sounds he made for me. Fuck, I loved everything about him. The way he cared about people, his intelligence and humor. He was sexy and strong and was even better than I could have ever dreamed.

Steel was changing me, and that hadn’t happened since . . . Well, since Alia. My chest ached as I thought about her. She wanted me to move on, that was the part that sometimes hurt the most. I would have wanted her to do the same. But it didn’t take away the pain.

You can have that again, a little voice whispered in my head.

Tears blurred my vision as I sucked in a deep breath, taking a moment to steady myself. I had everything prepped, but I needed a couple minutes before I returned to my sweet werewolf.

Slowly, very slowly, some of the fractures in my heart were knitting back together. For the last few years, I’d really been in autopilot mode.

“Okay,” I breathed out, drying off my hands.

I grabbed a pair of latex-free gloves and slipped them on, picking up the ginger.

Figging.

We were going to figure out exactly howenjoyableplaying with peeled ginger could be.

8 /CHEF DILF

Steel