Free Wolf Ways (The Madison Wolves Book 9) by Robin Roseau Page A

squirm, but I couldn’t get away.
    It tickled insanely, and I was begging her to stop long before she released me.
    I lost my pants somewhere on the stairs to the second floor and my panties at the top. I got a second spanking — this one gentler than the first — while spread across her lap as she sat on the bed.
    And then I didn’t even try to escape after that. She tickled me thoroughly, and then we lay together on top of her bed, both of us laughing.
    “All right,” I said. “Maybe I like your game.”
    She grinned.
    “And now it’s time for another game,” she said.
    “You seem to like games. What is this one called?”
    “We’re going to play a few games,” Elisabeth explained. “The first one is called, ‘Zoe lies still or gets punished’.”
    “Oh, I’m not sure I like that game at all. That’s a horrible name for a game.”
    “And yet, we’re playing anyway,” Elisabeth told me.
    “I don’t get a vote?”
    “No. Do you think you understands the rules of this game?”
    “I don’t get to move at all?”
    “I’ll allow breathing.”
    “Elisabeth…”
    “Mild squirming…” She began caressing me. “Panting… And saying whatever I order you to say.”
    “What?” I squeaked.
    “Oh, oh. I didn’t order that,” she said.
    “The game hasn’t started yet!” I protested.
    “Hmm… All right. The game starts… Now!”
    I was sure she’d find ways to punish me if I disobeyed her rules. Part of me wondered what the nature of the punishments would be. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to find out. And so I lay as still as I could as she caressed me. She moved until she was kneeling beside me, looming over me. Then she clasped my wrists and moved my hands above my head so I lay more stretched out. Then she went back to caressing me, smiling as she looked at me.
    I watched her. God, she was beautiful.
    She caressed my sides and my face. For that, I closed my eyes. It felt so nice. Fingers brushed across my lips, and then lips brushed across mine, briefly. They moved away, and I was deeply tempted to follow, but at the last instant I wondered if that had been a trap.
    I continued to lie still.
    She bent over and whispered in my ear. “In this game, you may answer direct questions. You almost moved there, didn’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    She kissed my ear.
    After that, she continued to stroke my body while I lay quietly. The more she touched me, the harder it became to lie still. At the very least, I wanted to squirm and to encourage her. I wanted to touch her in return. I wanted to run my fingers across her skin. I wanted to feel those taut muscles. I wanted to feel them ripple under my hands.
    She moved down my body to my feet, and I closed my eyes and she massaged one foot then the other. The bed shifted, and then she was spreading my legs apart. Then I felt her begin to move back up my body, touching the insides of my legs as she moved.
    She bent down and kissed a knee, then licked her way across the top of the leg all the way to my pelvis. She kissed my belly button, and then her lips were over a breast. She pulled a nipple into her mouth, and I gasped.
    I was afraid that would be against the rules, but she hummed at me. Her fingers continued to stroke me while her lips and tongue teased my nipple. I felt it engorge under the attention.
    I couldn’t help it. I moaned and squirmed. Apparently those were legal in her game, too.
    “You taste delicious,” she said. Then she moved to the other nipple.
    The attention was divine; the anticipation was excruciating.
    “Say my name,” she ordered. And I obeyed.
    “Elisabeth…” It came out as a cross between a whisper and a pant.
    “Keep saying my name,” she said. And so I did.
    “Elisabeth… Elisabeth… Elisabeth…”
    She kissed me, and I moaned into the kiss. I opened for her, and her tongue slipped inside, searching, exploring, teasing. Then she withdrew. “Don’t stop saying my name.”
    “Elisabeth…”
    Her touches became