Page 8 of Their Beast Mate

Chapter 4

Shayma

Master Z and I ended up in a familiar room. Under dim lights, the paddles, whips, floggers, and canes lined the walls ready for his picking. I inhaled the smell of leather and bleach, and wondered if I should give him a tour. Some beasts asked me to drop down to my knees and get into the headspace of serving them, and some expected me to wait for instructions.

From our chat outside, I got a feeling Master Z would move me around like a doll—play all my notes any way he wanted—so I didn't immediately assume my position in the middle of the room, next to the spanking bench. Not every beast was into spanking, for one, and for two, Master Z walked and sat on the bench. Upon removing his shoes, he wiggled his toes, stretched his arms behind him, and pulled the white T-shit over his head than folded it neatly on the bench and rested his palms on his knees.

Hmm. His tattoos seemed different than they did earlier today. I thought I'd seen a snarling animal tattooed on his chest. Now it was some sort of tribal marking. Weird.

He looked around. "Impressive collection."

"Master Mayhem is anal about it. He obsesses over having perfect collections of various things."

"Interesting."

"Yeah. He collected jewelry for his mate before they even met."

He tilted his head. "You seem to admire that in a man."

"I don't know a single girl who wouldn't want a guy to worship her and buy her jewelry."

"You are familiar with pairing, I presume."

"I am."

"You are not my pair. I want to be clear on that."

Sadness must've showed on my expression, because Master Z crossed the room and cradled my face. "I'm disappointed as well."

He was trying to make me feel better. The fact that I seemed to never find a beast of my own grated on my self-esteem. What would it take? Their mating thing seemed a random strike of crazy love at first sight. I remembered Medrix and Shanice. He went from normal male to crazy-fuck-me-now beast in two seconds flat.

Master Z bent and kissed me. I opened my mouth, so he could invade, my panties already wet from his monster cock between my legs. Oh, that big thing would feel so good, and I couldn't wait to have it inside me. He growled deep in his chest, and his claws dug into my ass. He lifted me, and I threw my arms over his shoulders. We made out, and by the time he put me down on the bench, my knees wobbled.

He grounded me with a hand over my hip and said, "You taste good, my plum."

"Thank you."

"I'm gonna pick out some toys. You will remove all your clothes and kneel on the bench, with your hands behind your back and your forehead touching the bench."

I did so but couldn't see what he was picking out, so I peeked beneath my bangs. Master Z had a broad back, filled with tattoos. They intertwined and moved with his muscles, as he swung his arm testing several crops. I lifted my head, to see better. On his lower back was a tattoo of a beast woman with large breasts and curves much like Shanice's. She held a baby. A girl. At her feet, a pair of… toddler beasts were looking up at them.

"Plum?"

"Yes Master Z." I watched him flick a whip on the floor. My ass tingled in anticipation.

"I feel you looking at me, and not at the bench."

He could do that? I put my forehead against the red leather.

Master Z turned on the music, the notes unfamiliar. Nobody's ever played music in here. The lights went out. Candle flames flickered behind me. I waited for Master Z through a string instrument solo, and smiled. I played the guitar and wondered what the beast version of the guitar looked like. I was pretty sure it sounded the same as the instrument sounding in the room. I listened. Recognized the notes. Could almost play them myself, when his hand landed on the small of my back.

I didn't startle.

I sighed in relief.

I relaxed some more as his warm hand traveled down my ass, and a little lower, to touch my wet place. He said nothing—only spread my wetness over my small puckered hole. Something cold and wet touched my hole next. I relaxed, knowing it would hurt if I tightened up. He pushed it inside. A plug? Nah. Something else. It was cold and hard, and it weighted on my insides.

I wanted to rub my clit, so I wiggled.

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