Eight Hands Needed...

“Okay, that’s it, I’m placing an ad!” Ziva grumbled, her hand rubbing the back of her neck as she approached Penny’s desk.

“All-righty then.”

“I mean it, Penny, it’s going on there today and I’m sending it out to all the big newspapers.  I will find one and bring him or her to town.”

Ziva looked at the “sure you will” face on her friend and growled.  Sure she’d gone off on this tangent before, only to be shot down by Nick each time, but “enough is enough,” she barked out her last thought.

“What was that,” Penny asked.

“I said, enough was enough and that I’m doing this,” Ziva’s groan negated the resolve of her statement when she found a particularly tender spot between her neck and shoulder.

“Good for you, Z.” Penny’s smile was sincere, but her body language suggested doubts.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I do, Z, it’s just that this same scenario has come up many times and each were shot down by one person or another.  Most of the time it was Nick.” Penny stopped typing and looked her way.  “However, if there is anything I can do to help, I’m your woman.”

“Actually, there is something you can do.  First, don’t let the big man know we’re doing this and second, do we want a masseuse or and masseur?”

“Why not both?” Penny purred.

“I like it.” Ziva grinned.  “Now, what species gives the best massage?”

“A bear has a nice grip…” Penny mused.

“Ooh, that’s true. Though a small monkey could grip and walk on your back…”

“No, I’ve got it…an octopus!”

Ziva laughed.  “You know I don’t think they have the same number of arms in their human skin.”

“Ah, but if they could imagine all the places they could reach at the same time.”

Ziva and Penny quietly pondered the possibilities until Ziva spoke.  “Yep, an octopus, top of the list for sure.”

“What about an octopus?” Nick asked, stepping out of his office.

Ziva and Penny laughed.  “Nothing,” they said at the same time.

Ziva hummed as she made her way back to her office, already planning the classified ad she was going to write. An ad no shifter could miss…

Masseuse and Measurer needed
Eight hands eagerly sought
Talbot’s Peak Business currently shifting hands
Email resume to Ziva at alphaZ@b&g,com  

~~~  

 

 Have a wonderful weekend!  And may it include a deliciously deep massage!

Serena

Who Said They Couldn't Agree...

Penny pushed the door open and stepped into Nick’s office. “Whoever you are, you better have a really good reason to be in this office…oh, Bossman.”

“Shut the door…shut to door,” he whispered frantically, waving his hands and making Penny smirk.

“What’s going on…why the whispers?”

Nick looked to the side, then smiled and leaned over.  He fussed with something that softly clanked before sitting up with the sweetest little face she’d seen since a week ago when she’d brought Ziva coffee from Java Joe’s, her work laptop and diapers.

“Ooh, hunny bunches,” she almost squealed, rushing to the desk to take the violet-eyed alpha from her daddy.  “And Coo, too!” she whispered looking across Nick to the still sleeping boy in the stroller.

The little girl looked right at her and grabbed a lock of colorful hair.  “Wow, for one so young she’s doing great at keeping her head up and using those hands.”

“Yeah,” beamed the proud daddy.  “She’s alpha.”

“And shifter.” Penny added.  “It’s a good thing we have a safe town to raise our young in since our babies tend to develop faster at first and appear darn near unbreakable.”

“Thank  Lupa for this town, that’s for sure.”

Penny smiled and tickled the beautiful girl in her arm, warming as the little sweeting smiled up at her.  Yep, faster development than a human baby, that’s for sure.  “So, Bossman…,”
Nick’s grunt as he shuffled more papers into his bag made Penny shake her head.  “Have you and
Ziva named this darling girl yet?  And speaking of Ziva, does she know you have her pups at the office with you?”

Nick stopped what he was doing and looked up.  “No, she doesn’t know…and don’t you be calling her with it.”  He waggled his finger at her.  “She was so tired she finally dropped into a sound sleep.  I thought if I took the twins, elsewhere for a time, she could sleep.  And, yes,” he grinned.  “We have finally named the little princess there.”

The princess in question shook her fist at her daddy and garbled an “ah” sound that Penny figured one day soon would turn into an alpha howl.  She was too excited to know the name they’d finally settled on to scold Nick for his misstep in taking the twins away from their mom without telling her.  Nick was going to learn about the mistake the loud way, when Z couldn’t find her crew.  Penny just hoped Ziva understood that Nick was trying to help.

“So don’t keep me in suspense…what’s little beauty’s name?”

“River Raine McMahon.”  Nick smiled as he said it, making it clear there was a story there.

“River Raine, oh Nick, it’s beautiful…just like her.  How did you guys finally agree?”

Nick sat back and crossed his arms behind his head.  “It’s actually owed in great part to Elly.  While her bone-headed boys don’t thrill me, she has been there for Z and I in so many ways.  My pops a smart guy.  Anyway, Elly and Pop dropped in to see the twins and Z and I were at the growling at each other state.  We hadn’t slept, hadn’t fu…ah,” Nick mumbled and waved a hand in front of him.
“Anyway, moving on.”

“I got it, you hadn’t connected in some time.”  Penny interjected.

“Right, connected.  And Ziva hadn’t shifted and run since early in her pregnancy.”

“She still hadn’t shifted?”

“Yep, which appeared to be the crux of the problem.  She was afraid.  Terrified she would run and never come back.”

“Oh Z.”

“I know, Penny, where could that thought have come from?”

Nick looked defeated and in need of a friend.  Penny knew that at any other time he never would have divulged Ziva’s secrets and as far as Penny was concerned, he still hadn’t.  Some secrets between friends were take it to the grave secrets and this was one of them.  “Nick, all women have fears.  And while I’ve not yet become a mother, I can imagine the fears that come with that gig.  Ziva’s fears are totally normal and the best thing she can do is express them to someone she trusts, explicitly.  Like her mate.”

“Yeah, she did once we returned from running.  I had to force her to shift, but once she had she ran herself to exhaustion.  You know, the funny thing was, she never told Elly what was bothering her, but Elly knew.  She whispered something to Z before we ran that brought tears to my mate’s eyes.”

“Ha, go Elly.  You know, she is also a woman and a mom.  She’d probably had the same fears at one point and was able to reassure Ziva that it would all be okay.”

“Anyway, once we came home, we were better able to discuss name ideas.  We took a step back and assessed what we wanted her name to mean.  We both wanted it to be strong…”

“Oh, River.”  Penny nodded.  “Like the current.”

“Yep, and to also mean refreshing and change since she’s the first ever female alpha in the position to lead.”

“And Raine.” She smiled.  “Oh Nick, I love the symmetry of that, it’s perfect.”

“Thanks.  She sure seems to like it.”  Nick laughed.

Penny turned the baby toward her and smiled.  “Hello there, River Raine McMahon.”  She was treated with another baby “ga” and “ah.”  So when are you going to announce it?

“NICOLAS TAGGERT MCMAHON!  Where are my babies!”  Ziva’s voice carried through the paper’s newsroom and Penny watched Nick grimace. 

“I should have let her know where we were going.”

“Yep, start with that, after you say you’re sorry and you might keep some skin.”

“I’m sorry.  I should have told you I was taking them out.  I was trying to let you rest.”

Penny watched the new mom zero in on her twins before taking a deep breath and then looking at Nick.  “Thank you for looking out for me.  I panicked when I woke and couldn’t find them, but I trust they will always be safe with their daddy.”

Ah, her little birds, Bossman and Z, were growing up.  Becoming parents was the best thing to happen to them and it seemed to Penny as well.  She looked down at little River and swore she would do her part in making sure this girl was loved and supported.
~~~

Oh, well, it might have been me that said Nick and Ziva had agreement issues.  At least I know I yelled that at them the other day when they still had not pulled it together enough to name their daughter.  I may have even threatened them with the "I'm going to make her all a dream" tactic that many a TV show has employed in the past.  Yeah, I was getting fed up, but they finally did good, huh.  At first, they wanted River Song, but that was a blatant rip off so I sent them back to the drawing board.  I like what they came up with though.  Hopefully, they wait awhile before having more and putting their author through this again!


Have a warm and happy weekend!


Serena

Love & Loss

Penelope locked the door to the Gazette and hefted her bag higher on her shoulder for the walk to her car.  Since the start of her friend Ziva’s pregnancy, she’d been sharing the closing duties with Nick to give him more time with his mate. 

The extra time in the evening gave her time off in the morning to read, relax and worry about Burgess, her missing lover.  Her penquino had taken off months ago on a job and had yet to return. 
His loss was taking its toll on Daniel, their third, who was spending more time as a mink than a man.  She could appreciate his withdrawal.  The penguin shaped hole Burgess had left in their life was killing her…literally.

PeaParrots like her did not thrive when a mate was lost, and though there was no proof that Burgess was dead, her body had stopped listening to her brain.

Penelope leaned against the car and looked to the forest surrounding the town.  It wouldn’t be long before her raptor revolted.  She’d revert to her animal form and take to the trees, searching out the perfect crevice to curl into and die. 

She’d thought her domme lifestyle would have protected her from this end, but she’d underestimated love, true and beautifully blue, love.  Damn.

##

“Christ, Rafe, there’s something wrong with her.”  Burgess pulled at the arm tightening around his throat, determined to get to his woman.  “Let go!”

“Sorry, man, no can do. We just need a few more days to wrap up your part of this.”

“No!” he wheezed, growing light-headed at his lack of oxygen. “Let me go to her, now.”

“I can’t.  Sorry, Burg, I’m sorry…”

Black dots filled his vision, eliminating reality slowly and leaving him with a sense of foreboding.  Even his buddy’s words didn’t help.

“I’ll keep her safe, man.  I promise.”

No one could keep her as safe as he could, unless he was out cold.
~~~

Pretty short this week, but it appears that Mistress P has been keeping secrets...even from me.  Must wrap myself around this twist.

Have a wonderful weekend!
Serena

It's a Playlist Party at the Gazette!

Nick loved the early mornings at the gazette for the quiet, non-judgmental space where he could indulge in the less macho songs on his playlist without anyone being the wiser.  Ziva was good with his wide and somewhat irregular musical preferences, but with her pregnancy, the rest of his family and hers had begun to “pop in” whenever they damn well pleased.  Their surprise visits made it impossible for him to move and groove like he wanted too.

That left him with his office, early enough so his staff would couldn’t read him the riot act if they caught him singing into one of the many rulers from his drawer like he was now.

“Hoooot August nights…” Nick jumped to his desk, crooning the whole time. “Pack up the baby’s, grab the old lady’s…” Squatting, he reached out a hand to his invisible audience, attempting to improve on the last time he’d sung the song some three minutes ago. “Everyone knows Bother Love’s show.”

“HALLELUJAH!”

“Brother’s” He sang out, only vaguely aware the previous hallelujah wasn’t coming from the iPod or his head.

“HALLELUJAH!”

This time the ruckus sunk into his brain and he could feel his phone vibrating madly in his pocket.  A sick feeling built in his chest making him certain he didn’t want to look at the offensive bit of tech or open his office door, but he manned up and pulled the phone anyway.  The text warned him this day was about to go downhill fast.

ZIVA: HEY, NICKY DIAMOND, DID YOU FORGET TO SET YOUR ALARM?

He had.

ZIVA: NO WORRIES, I LOVE YOU!

Thank Lupa.

ZIVA: OPEN THE DOOR, MATE.

He really didn’t want too.

Nick jumped down from the desk, not at all ready to face the embarrassment beyond his door, but knowing that ripping off the band aid quick was preferable to a slow burn and continual jabs.  With his hand on the knob and a deep breath he flung the door wide and was mortified to find every employee he had smiling at him.  When Penny stepped forward he knew it was going to get rough.

“So…Brother Love, we have a little something for you.” She handed him a sparkly new 12 inch microphone.  When the sea of employees parted, there sat a high tech karaoke machine and Neil Diamond’s greatest hits on top. “This is from all of us, Chief. Use it with good health.  And if you keep it in the bull pen, then the rest of us can, perhaps, join you in a chorus or two?”

“Yeah,” Ralph, who was finally waking up and less grumpy, called out.  “We’re getting real good with the Hallelujah’s out here.”

A round of the joyous shouts went out, followed by whoops and hollers.  He’d misjudged his crew and was determined to make amends.  The karaoke machine had a slot for a USB so he could get a new iPod and attach it.  Link it to iTunes and let the entire group pick out their own songs to download and sing.  They were family after all and he could easily afford it.

“Jamie, go lock the front doors,” he called out to the little red wolf. “Then come back and we’ll all give this awesome gift a go.  Work can wait for an hour of so.”

Eight hours later, everyone was leaving for the day, no work down, but they were all both wiped out and jazzed from a day of robust enjoyment.

Nick’s Top Ten Playlist
10. Rock’N Roll Train by AC/DC
 9. Suck My Kiss by Red Hot Chili Peppers
 8. Poker Face by Lady Gaga
 7. The Futures so Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades by Timbuk 3
 6. Draw the Line by Aerosmith
 5. Squealer by AC/DC
 4. Holly Holy by Neil Diamond
 3. Give It Away by Red Hot Chili Peppers
 2. Dirty Deed’s Done Dirt Cheap by AC/DC
 1. Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show by Neil Diamond

~~~

 So here's Nick's playlist...maybe Ziva's will show up next week.  :)  If you'd like to know about anyone else's in Talbot's Peak, leave us a comment and we'll get them to divulge the info...somehow.  

Have a great weekend!

Serena

Flash Sale!

So, Mz. Muse decided to roll with me today and incorporate what I'm learning in class with this flash.  Yes, I think she's getting desperate for my attention, but I have to say the flash worked for me and for Musy so right on!

Also, get a load of the sexy dude to my right...your left, er right or well someones right and left...anyway, sexy guy is hard to miss over there.  I figure this must be how Nick looks every time he deals with Penny and Ziva together.  Yeah, if I was Ziva, I'm make sure to tag team Nick on a regular basis with the help of one naughty Domme...but, that's another story.

Enjoy!

~~~

“Okay, who’s the wise ass?”  Nick squeezed the metal handrail circling the newsroom with one hand and looked down at his staff.  In the other he held up a dozen wooden rulers.  “I have several hundred rulers falling out of boxes in my office.  Who did it?”

Several snickers could be heard below and even a couple behind him.  Ziva and Penny, of course.  He turned to look at the duo with their heads together, whispering about nothing good for him he was sure. “Was this either of your ideas?” he asked, waving the buttery soft wood in their direction. 

Sure he had to act all boss-like and filled with his Nick angst, the group would expect nothing less, but he’d already secured several of these beauties in his desk drawer and the backpack he carried to and from work.  He was no fool.

“Nope, sorry boss, not me.” Penny assured him with a grin.

“Not me either, lover,” Ziva promised, sidling closer to him only to whisper, “though I wish I had.”

Nick gave them each a raised eyebrow telling them he did believe either of them, then turned back to the rest of the room.  “Just remember I excel at sniffing out liars and if any of you were dumb enough to have used the company card, I’ll be the first to know.”

He turned back to the two he figured were the guiltiest in the room and asked the burning question.
“What am I supposed to do with three gross of wooden rulers?”

“Oooh, I know.”  Ziva grabbed her phone from the maternity smock she’d started wearing which hugged her softly swelling tummy and said pretty pup across the top.  He didn’t care for the words spanning above where his son lay though, but Ziva insisted they were having a girl so it fit.  He didn’t care for that thought either.  Females meant males sniffing after them and his daughter would be a perfect princess, not to be trifled with or, or sniffed around.

“What?” he growled, unsure if his sudden frustration was because they were going to say something he didn’t want to hear or because he was terrified of the baby being a beautiful little female like his Ziva.

“Flash sale!” Ziva typed quickly on her smartphone, tongue out and to the side of her lips.

“Now you’re talking, Z.” Penny chimed in, worrying him even more.

“Flash what?” he asked.

“Sale.  Flash sale.” Penny responded, “You know, a text message goes out to everyone on the Gazette loop that we have something for sale for the next X number of minutes and anyone who wants one buys them before time is up.”

“Say what?  Who’s going to want wooden rulers?” The gleam in Penny’s eye made him quickly add to his question, “besides me…who’s going to want a ruler?”

“He has a point, Z.”

“I know.” Ziva smiled in that sneaky way of hers. “Fifty sold already.  Penny, grab a Sharpie.  Lover, get your signing hand ready and let’s check out those sticks.”

“Nice…” Penny crooned.

“One hundred sold,” Ziva preened, as she pulled him towards his office and watched her phone.

“Shite.”  It was going to be a long afternoon.
~~~

Here's to hoping a flash sale of you liking finds you this fine weekend and if anyone spots a flash sale of riding crops or floggers, give me a shout out!  Mz. Muse is looking for some new tools...

~Gulp~
 Serena

A Legends League in the Peak?

Dear Editor,
 
I’ve decided to make my appeal to you considering how much pull the paper seems to have in this town.   I hope you will get this request into the hands of the appropriate committee to review our request. 

It’s been noticed that our town doesn’t have a semi-professional sports team and frankly, our high school team can’t stop turning into animals on the field which keeps them from playing with surrounding towns.  How we’ve kept the “humans” in the dark up until now is a miracle. 
 
Anyway, I digress.  I’d like to make a suggestion for a new team.  Women’s football – specifically a Legends Football League.  My buddy and I took in a game the other night and it was enlightening.  When you consider the “talent” we have in Talbot’s Peak, it makes sense to develop a team.  We could build a stadium, charge an entrance fee and set up concession stands.  The influx of cash into our town would be incredible (again do to the “talent”).
 
I know it may be a little early, but I’d like to nominate Ziva Wilk to the team.  Her “assets” would greatly add to the talent of the team.
 
Thank you for your consideration,
 
A Concerned Sports Enthusiast

~~~

“Well, Z, looks like you have a fan letter here.”

“Gimme!”  Ziva pushed back in her desk chair and ripped the letter from Penelope’s hand.  She acknowledged her craziness over fan mail, but she couldn’t help it…she loved that people were reading her work.

“Ah, it might not be what you’re looking for, Z….”

“Shush, wait…”  She held a hand up to her friend and continued reading.  “What the hell?  I’m missing something here.  I get the suggestiveness of the letter, but women’s football?”

“Yeah, check out the website at the bottom of the page.”

Ziva scanned down and found the addy.  She typed it into the computer and in seconds was greeted to a page that explained it all. 

Unfortunately. 

“They’re playing football in their bra and panties?”

“Yep.”

“Wearing shoulder pads that don’t do anything but push their boobs out and a garter?”

“Yep and yep.”

“Oh Lupa…do they even get running shoes or do they have to do this in heels as well?”  Ziva sighed, frustrated with those in her town that had some growing up to do.

“Can’t tell, but my guess is fido here would like to see you in stilettos.”

Ziva sniffed the paper and caught the rascals scent. “Not fido, more like dinner.  I’ve smelled that before….it’s…”

“ZIVA!  PENNY!” 

Nick bellowed, damn near shaking the walls, startling her from her thoughts.  “Oh Penny, did you really give him a copy?”  Ziva looked out the door and saw him huffing his way towards them.

“At least I didn’t give him the copy with the scent on it.  I couldn’t resist seeing that look on his face and the bulging vein is just too good!”

Yeah, he was seething and what she was going to do next would not help, but she couldn’t let the author of the ill-advised letter face this wrath. 

“Give me the letter!”

“Sorry, Sweetie, no can do.”  Lupa, he was fine in his anger.  Ziva longed to pet him, kiss every part of him then suck his dick until the fury changed to pleasure.  She was alpha and rather than fight her man, she wanted to fuck him.

“Don’t sweetie me!  GIVE…ME...THAT…”

Ziva moved sideways, closer to Penelope as Nick made his move.  She reached for the Peaparrots colorful pants, pulled them out and stuffed the letter in front—deep enough to feel warmth. 

Nick stopped short and glared.  “Get it back.”

“You mean stick my hand back down Penny’s tight pants, rooting around near her bare flesh until I find the letter?”  Nick’s deep red flush was an awesome sight.  Ziva adored flustering her mate.  “Oh Sweetie, l don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

“I want that letter, Ziva.  No one makes lewd comments about my She and lives.”

“Nick,” she purred, stepping into his arms and reaching for his face. “I do love you and your alpha attitude, but please let me take care of this.”

“Mine.” Nick grunted.

“Absolutely and for always, but let me straighten this person out.”  Ziva soothed his jaw with her hands and lips waiting for him to relax enough to be sent away.

“First shot,” Nick grumbled, releasing the tension filling his body in slow increments.  “You get first shot, Z, and then I’m stepping in if I hear anymore about you in a Legends League.”

“Agreed,” she said, kissing him with enough passion to get his mind off the letter, but not enough that would make him throw her over his shoulder.  “Now go rest your junk, I’m gonna want some later so put some ice on it…”

Nick growled at her even as he limped out the door.

“He’s still feeling that fall, huh?”

“Oh Penny, he was so funny that day—storming into the house, holding his nuts and growling about never having pups of our own all the while lowering death threats on his brothers head.”

“He got over it though, yes?” 

“Yeah, he did.  A little TLC to the affected area and he was right as rain until he felt he needed more TLC.”  Ziva shook her head and smiled at the memory.  “Now, do you feel up to running down one immature oxen?”

“Oh hell, Arnold again?”

“Yep, and I feel a little cow-tipping coming on,” she said, extricating the letter from her friends pants. “We can call it practice for the football season.”

“Bra and panties?”  Penelope inquired, a suggestive gleam in her eyes.

“Ha!  Sure, just no stilettos. I’m too old for that shite.”

~~~

Another peek into Nick and Ziva's life.  I do love writing about their exploits, each so crazy in love with the other, yet they deeply groove on toying with the other the way best friends do!

Have a great weekend!
Serena

Kilted Goodness

Well here I am, late on Friday afternoon and still working on my flash... yeah, it's been that kinda week.  So I figured it's time to file the flash away for next week and give up some picture love on the blog.  Eliza inspired me yesterday with her sexy book cover...check out her guest post below.  So I went looking for men in kilts and what do you suppose I found?

Burgess, Danny and Dom!  There they are getting ready to take Mistress Penelope on a Scottish adventure!  Damn would I like to be that pretty peaparrot.  :D

Have a wonderful weekend!


Serena

A Stroll Down Submission Ally...

So...as I began to work on this weeks blog I found myself confused and unable to get past two thoughts - what did Dom have to do with Penelope, Burgess and Danny and why was the scene from Dom's POV?  I plugged along though and let the muse do her thing, hoping for some clarity when I was finished...

Guess what?  I'm not finished...far from it, it seems.

What started as a flash, I found, was really the beginnings of a story...Dom and Jada's story, actually.  Yay, and oh my.  What's going on in this corner of Talbot's Peak?  I can't wait to find out, but in the mean time the muse graced me with the very, rough, beginning so I thought I'd share.

~~~

Dom loved driving a scene from the magical and tentative beginning through to the earthy, exhausted ends.  He loved the power, the smells, the sights and especially the rush he received at everyone else’s release.

This scene was especially tasty because, at the behest of her partners, it involved taking his good friend and fellow dominant, Prudence Penelope on a tour of submission ally.

Oh, he and Penny had played many times before - for a multitude of different reasons.  Sometimes he’d request her presence with a submissive who longed to engage in a lesbian fantasy while other times she brought him in for his specialty in mind fucking or to discipline an unruly bottom. 

As a personal request by Dante, they would test out the new equipment brought into the dungeons of the club, together.  Tonight, though, they were here for fun.

At the doors slight squeak, the luscious blue-haired Penquino, as Penny called him; dressed fully in leather from the tight vest to the ass-less chaps, bowed.  The peacock feather he’d slid between his cheeks was a very nice touch.  “G’day Mistress Penny.” 

Dom sighed as the scene began.  Only one thing would make this scene better—if his sweet Jada was here to indulge in her voyeuristic desires…

“Ah, Penny, right on time, good girl.” Dom praised.  “You may refer to me, only, as Sir and your safe word for the evening is peacock.  I’ll assume you can remember it.”  The defiant look on her face told him she would not submit easily, but that made the exercise all the more fun for everyone involved.  “Now get your ass on the podium and we shall begin.”

~~~

May your weekends be filled with ass-less chaps and peacock feathers!


Serena

Purple Boots, A Mink Stole and Jingly Bells...

Prudence Penelope sashayed down the hall towards sin. There wasn’t a more appropriate name for the room painted in arousal red and containing apparatuses which must have been designed in hell.

"Breathe." Between the gentle reminders to continue taking in air and the tippy-tap of her purple fuck me boots Penelope assumed everything would be okay.

Dante’s call letting her know there’d be a room ready at the pleasure club by six left her floored. While Penelope adored spending time at Dante's, especially in sin, no way could she maintain her word to Burgess under such strain.

In fact, the last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near reminders of the orgasms she'd given up.

Dante however insisted she be there at six and follow each directive he set down.
1. Wear the boots. Tied tight and all the way to the top—no folding them over.
2. Wrap the mink around her throat.
3. Only bells allowed beneath her trench coat.
4. No orgasms.

Rule four became almost impossible to follow considering where the bells from three were laced. She smiled though as Danny's coarse little tongue slid up her neck and behind her ear.

"I'm excited to, Daniel. Two months is far too long to be apart from our blue-haired penguino.”

Burgess had been called away on some super secret, not to be divulged, mission so long ago. The wait for his return began to grind on their nerves.

The last night they shared together he'd requested one thing from both she and Danny—stay celibate until he returned. By the final orgasm wrung from one another, Penelope hadn't seen a problem in remaining sex-free. She’d thought he would only be gone for a short time, but as seven days turned to thirty the urges became harder to ignore.

When one month bled into two, she and Danny neared their breaking point. Being highly sexual in nature they needed a release, but a promise was a promise.

“Okay, we must to calm down.” Penelope tugged at her boots one last time and straightened out the trench coat. “I’d adjust the bells too, Daniel, however that would force me to break my promise, 10 steps away from our Aussie.”

Penelope reached for the handle and pushed the door open, unprepared for the sight that greeted her.

“G’day, Mistress Penny…”

Too long without has turned Mistress Penelope into something of a terror...not letting us see into that room was just mean.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Can I Be Next?

“Don’t you dare say it Nicolas McMahon, don’t you dare…”  Ziva poked her ragged-nailed finger into her stubborn assed mate’s chest with no success at making a dent.  He was too solid, too alpha and too damn bossy for his own damn good.

“NO!”  

 Ziva saw red as her male turned towards the computer and reached for the mouse—his intent clear, to delete the nude purple fairy she’s scaled walls and risked her life to get.  She couldn’t let the big lug get the better of her on this…she just couldn’t.

“Gah!”  With no warning and no gentleness she flung herself at her mate and curled her arms around his neck.  No loving embrace was this, nope, roping one arm around his throat and catching it with the other she drew up her knees into Nick’s back and applied the sleeper hold he’d taught her.

“Zee…” He wheezed, arms flailing trying to make purchase in her clothing.  She wouldn’t release him though, this was too important to her.  This picture was the first thing she’d done that made her feel like a real reporter, not a cub.

Nick dropped to his knees jarring her, though not enough to make her release him.  She could tell he was close to passing out, but she had to make sure she had time to hit the publish button.  A faint growl, felt more than heard, was her chance.  Ziva reached over to the mouse—seeing his eyes on her finger—she clicked.

“I love you, mate,” she whispered, holding his head as they headed to the floor.  “But I have to do this.”

 ~~~

“Brava, Z!”  Penelope leaned against the doorjamb and slowly clapped.  She was definitely aroused by the sight of the luscious she-wolf riding her mate to the floor with a choke hold good enough for a turn in the MMA.  “You finally got in touch with your, she-beast; got that pic on the site, and took down the desk defiler there.  I’m impressed.”

She moved closer to the panting predator cradling and stroking their editor’s face. She tugged on the thick tresses of Ziva’s hair until her head fell back and wolf eyes connected with her own avian ones.  “Can I be next?” 

~~~

Who knew Nick was such a light-weight to let a she-wolf take him down?  On the other hand, he would never hurt his mate...I wonder if Ziva recognized that?

Have a warm and wonderful weekend!

Serena

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A Day in the Life of an Alpha...

 

 I swear, there are only two women who would get away with speaking to Nick this way, but I have yet to see him interact with his mother...

I'm betting there are three.  :)

Have a wonderful weekend!

~~~

Nick growled as he clicked on the funny family foto, Ziva had decided on this week.  It was a picture of him, protecting a bit of fluff from the unfriendly furry’s at the Talbot’s Peak humane society.  His association with the group was suppose to be kept on the DL to protect his grumbly nature. 

 

He’d worked hard over the years to make those around him think he was just an asshole alpha.  It wouldn’t do anyone any good to think otherwise.  Hell, even Ziva questioned his attitude on more occasions than not…it was how it should be.  He had family to protect, pack to protect, employees to protect…what good would he be if everyone thought him a weak-assed beta.

“ZIVA!”  The newsroom buzz dropped to church quiet as he bellowed for his about to get her ass paddled employee.  The bunch of gossiping pains in the ass could all use a good scare to keep them in line and out of his f’ing business.

“Now-now, Nick,” chastised his colorful assistant as she entered his office.

“You’re not the one in trouble—this time, Penny,” Nick groused, digging through the pile of rulers Ziva insisted on leaving on his desk.  Well wasn’t she going to be oh-so glad to see, or feel them rather, on the soft white skin of her ass?  “Damn it!”  Great, now he was getting hard—f’ing wood.

“All of you get back to work—go on now, get.”  The door slammed with less force then he usually gave it, but more determination.  Penny was pissed at him, again.

“Just get me Ziva, Penny.  Right n…”

“Enough, Nicolas McMahon!  You are disrupting the office.  I have a big night tonight and need to focus my mind—your tantrum is not helping that process.”  Her angry voice squawked and her hand hit his desk with a loud wallop.  “Do not call me Penny, you have not earned the right to that name—yet.”

“Pen…”  Nick stopped talking as her look nearly shriveled his balls.  He and Penny enjoyed the give and take in their boss and employee relationship, but right now, she was quite serious.

“You must try to reign in this over the top alpha act, Nick.  I know you exaggerate it, but for the sake of those around you ease up a bit or there will be no one left to play alpha to.  Now, as for Z, she is not here at the moment.  There was something about purple fairies and naked pictures.”

“What?”  No way, after the last conversation they’d had about those damn pictures, would she really still be looking into them?  Yeah, she would. 

“Mmmm…I really can’t wait to hear that story.  Now, put the ruler away and let’s keep it down in here.”  Penny opened the door and prepared to leave him, alone again with that damn picture.

“Excuse me?”  He’d been pushed as far as he’d allow from his employee and friend, now it was time to get back to business.

“By the way, I love the family foto…just tell me this, you didn’t eat the poor little kitty, did you?”

Like Flipping a Switch...

Colors twisted madly behind her eyelids as the world around Prudence Penelope Jorgensson sputtered to a pleasure filled stop. Her skin burned and the man behind her stretched her nipples tight.


Between her legs she was filled, full to bursting, by the thunder from down under while her little Apẻritif had just turned into a seven course meal. Now serving number four—she only hoped her sensitive clit could take it.

“Ah crikey, Mate, release my dangly bits and let me come before this lovely lady strangles me old fella right off!”

Apparently, Burgess was at the end of his tether as well.

“M’not done yet.”

And wasn’t that the truth. Danny’s tongue could be considered a modern marvel— a world wonder. It should also be registered as a lethal weapon. The soft, sand papery feel of his animals tongue held true in the human head. With each pass over her aroused little nub, Penelope clasped down on Burgess’ cock and angled herself for more contact with Danny’s mouth. Her movements, while slight, kept Burgess’ girth snuggled up and stroking over the sweet spot within. The duel sensation was explosive.

“Daniel, please,” she begged.

“More, Ma’am…come more.” It was clear by his growled out order that Danny was far from done.

How had this happened? When had it happened? One moment she’d been playing with Burgess; tempting him to break the rules so that she could punish him sweetly. While at the same time she watched Danny struggle not to look at what they were doing. The next thing she knew, her submissive mink turned into a roaring tiger and bound at them, moving with the speed of a cheetah.

He’d had both she and Burgess disrobed in mere moments and Penelope found herself straddling the big Aussie, her back to his front and a voracious mink between their legs. Her punishment had not worked as she’d thought it would, but she could hardly complain about the outcome. She was yet again reaching for soundless, color-filled bubble of release.

Tomorrow would be soon enough to question what turned the domme into a silent submissive, and why she’d liked it so much…

The Mink A Predator?

Danny kept his eyes trained on the plush carpet cushioning his knees. The fibers were blue with swirls of purple and white—tranquil. It was like a peaceful sea. Perfect for a relaxing spa experience, but at total odds with the sex that was about to be had just a few feet away.


He still couldn’t believe he was being punished. Being forced to listen while Ma’am and Aussie boy had sex…pffht what kind of punishment was that. It seemed more like a reward to him, but who was he to quibble.

Invisible fingers moved slowly up the small of Danny’s back as he listened while Ma’am spoke to the blue headed bloke from down under.

“Ah, my sweet submissive, you’ve waited so patiently…”

Was she touching him? No! It didn’t matter what she was doing. He didn’t want to know.

“Do you know what happens to submissive little fledglings that follow the rules?”

Ball slapping, painful clamps, caning maybe? Impatience beat at Danny as he waited for the other man to speak. Would he fall into the trap and answer her questions and rack up a punishment or two, or would he wait patiently for permission?

“Such a good boy, Burgess…” Her words were followed up by a shuddered breath indicative of pleasure. It sounded like Aussie boy was on the receiving end of something delicious.

What was she doing? Danny was swamped by the overwhelming desire to raise his head just a little. To see if the something delicious was something he really wanted to do, as well.

“Your nipples are still tight and sporting a lovely red. Someday, I would love to place a pair of sweet and stinging clamps on these beauties. Would you like that?”

Again with the quiet Danny was starting to think was meant to disarm him. Torture him with thought of pleasure.

“You may speak, penguino…”

“Yes Mistress, I would love to wear your clamps.”

“Mmm, purrrrfect.”

Was that a purr—A guttural, back of the throat rumble coming from Ma’am? No, it couldn’t be, birds chirped and squawked. They were there to be eaten by, well, animals like him.

Danny squirmed, widened his legs to release his hardening cock and tender balls from their confines between his thighs. He now knew why this was a punishment.

His traitorous predator brain had taken hold and was gluing a picture in front of his eyes. He was hungry, ravenous and beyond aroused at the thought of sidling between their legs and having his merry way with Penny, no Ma’am—and her big blue penguin, too.

It's About Trust...

“Human form, Daniel!”


Shit. Danny grimaced at Ma’am’s stern tone. Yes, he had been curious. He’d wanted to know, before she came at him or sent the studly Aussie to him, what kind of punishment she would inflict.

“Daniel, please do not make me repeat myself.”

Fur receded and bones adjusted changing the warm little mink into a cold, naked man facing what he hoped would be a pain he could handle.

“Beautiful, would you not agree my indigo penquino?”

“Yes, Mistress, he is stunning.”

Ma’am’s hushed compliment confused him. Many of his partners over the years had remarked on how good-looking he was, but never had a Dominant said as much. No, to them he was nothing more than flesh to be played with and tossed aside.

“It would be even better if he showed us his eyes, rather than staring at the floor, Mistress.”

“Mmm, I agree, indigo…”

And get hit? Absolutely not!

“My apẻritif,” Danny tensed against the firm fingers at his chin, lifting his head to force him to look at her. “All relationships must start with trust if they are to be satisfying to each participant. Clearly, I do not, nor would I expect to have yours yet, but you will not assuage your curiosity by looking away, is that not correct?”

Butterflies fluttered inside his stomach. Was that a question that required an answer or was she looking to see if he was as good a sub as the Aussie, still sitting in the chair.

“You have permission to speak, Daniel.”

“Yes,” Danny cleared the fear from his throat and tried again. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good.” Her fingers left his chin and ran softly over his lips, then gently down his cheek. “In the spirit of gaining your trust I have two things for you. First and this applies to you as well, Burgess, your safe words.”

His heart leapt at the thought of having his very first safe word. He’d never known that there was such a thing or that he could have one.

“Red. Your words are red and I will expect you to use them if our play goes beyond what you can stand, either physically and/or mentally. Do you both understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Red, Danny smiled to himself, like the color of a stop sign or the top of a traffic light, a true form of safety. Danny quickly glanced up at Penelope, hoping she wouldn’t see him, but she was still looking his way with a small smile on her lips. He looked back down.

“Daniel, your next gift is in conjunction with your punishment. You still need to be punished for your misbehavior in not remaining on the bed. Please kneel.”

Oh god, Danny cringed, kneeling in the past had brought with it pain.

“Very good, your original punishment was to have been for you to watch from your kneeling position as I played with Burgess. Now, however, my gift to you is that you shall retain the right to look away, as you appear to still need, and listen to us only. Do you understand?”

That was it? Kneel and listen to sex…this would be a piece of cake. He could listen to sex all day, heck, maybe he’d be bad more often if all he had to do was listen to sex.

“Daniel,” Her was voice again sharp as she repeated the question. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Holy Dooly, An Aussie Expression of Lust?

Holy Dooly! Burgess moaned, silently, so as not to disobey the dominant ball of color balancing on his knees and occupying herself with his happily burning nipples. Her touch was sweeter than a longneck bottle of piss on a hot summer day. Soft fingertips soothed and stretched his small nubs while her psychedelically tinted nails rasped at the tips.


“Burgess,” Her breath tickled the fine hair behind his ears. “How many women have gone legs up for this superior body of yours?”

He swallowed back the answer he longed to give his mistress, “no one of any consequence.” He’d been a digger, a soldier, in service for most of his life. Relationships were unheard of in his unique branch. Sex was a need to be slaked with any willing and temporary partner.

“Oh my, you are a good sub, aren’t you?” Her fingers slid into his cropped hair, lightly scraping his scalp as she tilted his head back. Though his pants were still on, his dick stood up and took notice to the full breasts she’d snuggled up against his chest. They were notched together, like pieces of a puzzle, silk covered cunt to leather encased cock. The sweet perfume wafting up from between her legs was making him crave a taste of her wicked heat.

“While I’m dying to play, my indigo penguino, there are some things we need to discuss first. You have permission to answer the next few questions. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” His voice sounded needy to his own ears. He didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Good. Now tell me, do you have a safe word?”

“No.” It was reckless he knew, but his lifestyle was not looked well upon by the other penguins. Had he been as dominant in the bedroom as he was out of it, things would be far different. Sexually submissive men in his community were the butts of jokes, quite literally, so he’d taken his desires to the underground clubs where safe play was left to the sook, or soft, humans.

“No?” She moved back, away from his chest, her look screamed disapproval. “How very crazy of you, Burgess. I will assume your shifter DNA kept you from attracting diseases, but you could have been hurt.”

“Shifters are quite resilient, Mistress.”

Her touch was gentle as she traced the laugh lines around his eyes and down to his lips. The look on her face softened as she stared directly into his eyes. It was as if she could see deep into his soul—an impossibility considering they’d just met.

“Yes, physically, you are strong, but that does not eliminate the chance of hurting you mentally or emotionally. While you are with me, you shall have a safe word and you will use it if you feel you must. I have no interest in harming you, indigo penguino; only offer you the pleasurable pain you desire. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Corker, he definitely understood! Somewhere along the way the Gods had smiled down on him to allow him to cross paths with this incredible Shelia.

“And how about you, my apẻritif, do you understand as well?”

Burgess should not have been surprised by the clickity-clack of little mink nails moving quickly across the floor, but his absolute loss of focus on anything other than his Mistress was a testament to her skill as a Domme. She slid from his lap taking her delectable heat with her.

“Daniel, stop!”

Her tone stopped the peeping clacker from leaving. She was all business and if his suddenly frozen form was anything to go by, the little rat knew it.

“So, curiosity got the better of you, did it, my little apẻritif? Now I must find a suitable punishment for your indiscretion. Human form, Daniel. Now.”

Is That A Punishment?

Quiet voices at the other end of the suite wound Danny up tighter than a corset on a debutante. Penn…,er Ma’am had ordered him into the bedroom with strict orders to shift and stay on the bed. He’d followed her orders until two hushed male voices joined hers.


Though he’d been unable to hear the exact words spoken, their tones were deep and just this side of angry. He cringed at the thought of what she might send them in here to do to him. Truth was, while he enjoyed men, giving was more his style.

Minutes seemed like hours as he waited for the fallout of his actions. So what if he’d run away from the old bear dude and interrupted Penn…,er Ma’am and the beefcake at the airport, and well called her Penny instead of Ma’am as she’s instructed. Did that mean he had to pay his dues with sex—hard, vigorous and teeth gnashing sex? The kind of sex that had at one time had him panting for more, but now left him totally uninterested?

If he could speak in his animal form he’d be calling himself three kinds of puss bag. When had hot, hard and raunchy given way to soft and meaningful?

Impatient and nervous, Danny crawled down the side of the bed and inched towards the door hoping that a peek at whoever remained would give him an idea of what he could expect.

Stretching his neck around the jam, he spied Penn…,er Ma’am pushing the extra large airport guy into a high backed wooden chair. She walked around him, every inch of her aura putting off the lady of the manor vibe. When her hands came around the massive chest on the delicious Aussie and eased their way down the rolling abs, delineated by the tight t-shirt, Danny wished his mink face could looked as enthralled as big, bad and burley’s did.

“Burgess, your name feels heavenly rolling off my tongue. Would you by chance have anything else that would be as agreeable in my mouth?”

Oh slinky de-dink. Pe…,er Ma’am could use her words as well as the small hands now slowly unbuttoning Aussie boy’s shirt. One button at a time.

“I surely do, Missssss…”

“Do not speak unless I give you permission, blue…”

Oh hell, by the look on the Aussie’s face, he’d be talking again soon enough as he was thoroughly enjoying the sturdy pinching she was giving both of his small nipples. Not a very good punishment, really. Only, he still wasn’t talking, even after she’d removed her fingers and slid onto his lap to finish undressing him…

“I will find my own way around this lovely body, blue, and discover all the beautiful things it has to show me. Shall we start with these delightfully dusky nips? You may speak.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Perfect…”

Danny backed away from the door and climbed back up the king-sized feather bed. He curled his tiny mink body into a tight circle in the middle, tucking each tender part of his anatomy under himself as far as possible. He couldn’t understand their play. When Burgess disobeyed he’d had gotten a reward, whereas, the last time he’d been played, even the rewards had felt like punishments.