Page 28 of The Music in Me

“Not yet,” he said, fingers rolling and scissoring apart to leave my flesh burning. Sweat rolled down my brow, and I was not entirely unsure the windows were thick enough to muffle my screams.

“Please,” I begged, aware that in a few seconds I would have no choice in holding myself back. Not if he kept playing with me like that.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered, hands moving faster, the pad of his hand pressing on my clit. “Not until I know you’re ready.”

“Leon,” I cried.

“Close,” he said, his voice rough. “But not yet…”

“I can’t…” I was already shaking, my pussy clenching hungrily against his clit.

He waited until I was right at the very edge, pushing me to the point of no return. Then he let me fall.

“Come for me, Kira,” he said.

I came apart, screaming so loud I had no doubt the cars that zoomed past us heard me. It was his name I called, and the pleasure was so deep it broke my voice and left me croaking and gasping. It was a long fall, tremors racking my body for several minutes before they slowly stopped.

“This is what it’s about, Kira,” Leon said, fingers still buried deep within me. “It’s about control. About making you happy because this is about you and no one else. Do you understand?”

I was too exhausted from my orgasm to talk, so I nodded instead.

“Good.” He pulled out his hands, eliciting a whimper from me as his fingers brushed against the sensitive nerves. “You should probably get dressed,” he said as he pulled up to a gate. “We’ve arrived.”

“Leon!” I squeaked and grabbed my pants, pulling them up quickly. “Don’t you dare do that again,” I said, playfully slapping him on the arm. “Do you have any idea what kind of scandal you’d have on your hands if someone had seen me with no pants in your car?”

“I think I do,” he said, still grinning mischievously.

“So where’s this place?” I asked, raising my head and reading the sign on the gate. “Wolf sanctuary?”

“That’s right,” Leon said as he drove through the open gates. “We’re spending the day with wolves.”

Leon had booked a private tour for the both of us, and after meeting with our guide, Amanda, a lovely young woman with a bubbly personality, we set off to explore the sanctuary. Even though I had no idea why Leon had brought me here, I couldn’t help but feel excited as Amanda led us through the winding paths of the facility. I could already hear the wolves howling through the trees, and a short walk brought us to the first enclosure, where two gray wolves roamed majestically.

“They’re beautiful,” I said, staring at them in awe. “How did they get here?”

“Rescues,” Amanda explained. “Got them a few years ago after they were mistreated and abandoned by their previous owners.”

“How can anyone mistreat such beautiful creatures,” I said in a voice tinged with sadness.

“Unfortunately, a lot of people acquire these animals as pets without really understanding the immense responsibility that comes with caring for them. Take Ginger here, for example. Her previous owner lived in a condo in the city with no space for her to roam. She wasn’t getting the food she needed and was kept locked in a cage because she became too aggressive.”

“Oh, that’s terrible.”

“It is,” Leon said behind me, and I turned around to find him staring pointedly at me like he was trying to tell me something.

I ignored him and turned back to Amanda. “It’s a good thing you rescued her, then. Now, she has all the space she needs to roam as much as she wants.”

“That’s what we do,” Amanda replied. “Most of the animals we’ve rescued here share similar stories. A lot of people don’t understand that wolves have complex social structures and require specialized care for them to thrive. They end up traumatizing the poor animals, and then we have to come in, rescue them, and give them the training they did.”

I cocked a brow. “Training?”

Amanda nodded. “Yes, training. Living with owners who can’t take care of them almost always leads to the wolves picking up bad habits to survive. A lot of them get aggressive and don’t learn how to socialize or operate within a pack. They need to be retrained. Not just for the ones we hope would be adopted by more deserving and capable owners but even the ones that stay with us need to learn to function within their packs.”

“Do they all get aggressive?”

“Not all of them. We’ve had a few cases where the animals respond to trauma in the opposite way. They become quiet and withdraw into themselves.”

“And how do you train those animals?”

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