Beauty and the Beast

[b]Danger Will Robinson Danger! Graphic sex scene[/b]

Claudia had a couple of days to put her plan into motion. Some good steaks, baked potatoes, salad, lots of sour cream and real Irish butter. And a tranquiliser. Not a powerful one, just enough to knock him out for roughly thirty minutes the amount of time it would take for her to get him chained in the safe room downstairs. Just thinking about what she was going to attempt made her heart pound, but if it worked it would make managing the Ulfric's rages a whole lot easier. If it failed she would have the most powerful preternatural creature in St. Louis, hell the entire world probably, as her enemy.

When he showed up with a bottle of good Bordeaux in hand, his demeanor was entirely pleasant. He even conceded that he thought she had had him there for a moment. About the only macho thing he did was carry the steaks to the grill for her and assume repsonsibility for their preparation. Everything else was ready.

"Man cook meat," Claudia teased him and handed him a glass of wine.

"Man eat meat," Richard laughed. Why couldn't he be like this all the time? He was heart breakingly handsome, and when he smiled or laughed, there was something wonderful about him. But she had also seen his dark side, the side that terrified Anita and even Jean-Claude. This beautiful laughing man could toss Volkswagens with one hand and Tacomas with two. When his beast rose to the surface, view would face him. Regretably too often she was the one who had to face him. "How do you want your steaK?" he asked.

"Is it still mooing?" she asked from her seat on the picnic table bench.

"Is it suppose to?" he teased. He liked his rare...well in polite company rare. He held her steak up with the fork. Still dripping juice.

"That looks fine," she said and then grinned as he set both steaks on their perspective plates and handed hers to her first. "Hines?" she asked and held up a bottle.

He looked like he was deciding it and then took the bottle from her. "Eating a good steak should be like eating..." He stopped and smiled. Claudia could figure it out for herself.

Polite conversation, the kind that friends make, went back and forth over the meal. And Claudia was half tempted to let her plan go. She didn't want to hurt or upset Richard, not with him smiling at her and discussing the upcoming football season. If only he was like this all the time. The drug was in the dessert, his favorite according to Anita. Feeling like a Judas goat, Claudia watched him eat it. She almost said, "I'm sorry." When he passed out.

Carrying Richard downstairs was no problem. Getting him out of his clothes and into the leather lined silver chains was no problem. Getting everything she needed out and ready was no problem. Slipping out of her own clothes was no problem. Watching him wake up was.

The chains terrified him, and he jerked against them and struggled to free himself. Claudia didn't want him to shift and went to him. He stopped struggling when her lips drew near to his right ear and she whispered, "What is the safe word?" And she ran her hand over his breast, slowly in a gentle circle.

"I don't know what you mean," he growled softly. "Let me go. You don't have to chain me up for this."

"I may hurt you, Richard. I need to know your safe word," she repeated as gently as possible and moved her hand down his midline in reassuring little circles.

Richard clammed up, his dark eyes burning. Claudia didn't think he would submit easily, although she had hoped he would. Richard was not a sub, and chaining him up scared him. Too many bad memories. Going to her little table, Claudia got some body oil, specially purchased for the occassion, and popped open the cap. It smelled of caramel and cream and warmed in her hand. She started at his left wrist, rubbing the oil into his skin, particularly the sensitive underside. Although she was careful not to get her hand to close to his, she rubbed some into his palm. Slow gentle circles.

Richard started to relax. "What's your safe word?" she asked again and moved up his arm. "I know you have one."

"How do you know that?" he asked angrily as she used both hands on his upper arm.

"I just do," she said and stopped to apply more to her hands. She moved over his deltoids, behind his neck, and very gently over his throat and down the other arm. "What is it?" she repeated. She met his stubborn gaze and decided to let it go for the moment. His pecs were in need of attention, and Richard had such nice pecs. She worked the oil deep into the skin, splaying her fingers over the finely developed muscle. He was beautiful, and when her fingers teased his nipples, they tightened in anticipation. Too bad she was going to have to hurt him now.

"Safe word, Richard. I really need it now," she said and attached a pair of clamps to his dark nipples. He was not happy about that and jerked savagely against the chains, but he was not about to admit that he had a safe word. To do so would admit that at one time he had been someone's sub, Raina's sub.

Claudia continued rubbing the warm oil into his skin, down his midline to his thighs and lower. At no time did she touch his cock, although it was most certainly making its presence known. Once she had him coated with the soothing oil, she ran her hands back up his thighs and cupped his testicles. She was very careful with them. Very gentle as she rolled them between her fingers. Richard would not be tamed through pain alone; there had to be more pleasure than pain for him.

Since he was being stubborn, it was time to really up the game. She took his cock in hand and slowly started stroking it. "I'm not going to let you come until you give me you safe word," she said and really oiled the sensitive head. She gazed up into his conflicted eyes. Sensing he was about to come, she moved back and stood up. A tweak of one traumatized nipple cooled him off quickly.

If looks could kill, she would be dead. "Richard, give me the word and I'll let you come," she said.

"Why do you want it?" he asked in a strangled voice as she resumed her attention to his aching cock.

"Just tell me," she said, "and I'll bring you."

He rolled his head back and hissed, "Trees!"

Claudia didn't say anything. Trees was definately not a word she would have thought of, although to a wolf it would make sense. "Don't shift, Richard," she told him. "If you do, I will have to also. OK? Promise me you won't shift."

"OK," he said as her hand became more insistant. She didn't move her hand any faster, which in itself was a small torture, but she didn't draw back this time. He hissed as he came, and Claudia ran the thick white come back over his cock, but she was careful not to overstimulate him. They were in for a long night, and she needed him to rest a little.

Once Claudia knew his safe word, it was a matter of getting him to respond to it again and then refocus it. The first time he used it was when she pulled on one of the nipple clamps. He didn't like the constant pain; it didn't excite him that much. The moment he said it, she removed the clamp and then sucked all the pain out of the damaged flesh. That excited him. The refocus came when she pulled on the other nipple but used the safe word before he did. She said trees and the pain ended, and the pleasure began.

Of course teaching Richard to respond to the word when she said it left her extremely horny. There were times when she wanted to hike one leg over his hip and take him inside of her, but that would be the last thing she did. It would be the supreme test to see if he would respond to her when she used the word.

Giving him permission to shift if he wanted to, she stood in front of him and hooked one leg around his slender waist. He slid deep into her, and it was a little uncomfortable at first, but what felt good, FELT GOOD. This time she kissed him, and it was a deep sensual kiss with tongue, and lips and teeth. His body was at the point where fucking was almost painful for him, but there was no stopping. She fought her own surrender as she kept her eyes on his hands and face. The change would begin with his eyes or his hands. She wasn't sure which.

She was moving too slow for him, and he growled, "Let me go."

"What will you do?" she asked against his ear.

"Fuck you," he growled again. She could hear the change in his voice.

"ARe you going to hurt me?"

"No."

Claudia stepped back, her body protesting the sudden emptiness, but this was the only real way she would be able to tell if he was really going to respond to the command. Unchaining him, she stood back and waited.

Richard did not charge her, but he had her on the floor and was driing into her before she had her breath good and caught. And it felt wonderful. He reared up on his hands and gazed down at her with dark passion drunk eyes. Maybe he wasn't going to shift.
Then something like a whimper echoed through his body, and his hands slipped their skin. His eyes when he opened them were wolf amber.

She gently touched his face and said, "Trees, Richard." It took a second for the word to sink in, but he stopped and gazed down at her with confusion on his handsome face.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked anxiously, the wolf amber turning back into human brown.

"I don't think I can stay in my skin," she lied. "I'm afraid I may shift on you."

He smiled that ancient smile of men who hear that the woman they are making love to can't control themselves. Instead of hurting his ego, she had just fed it. Claudia didn't like shifting when she didn't have to, but....well......

They shifted together deep in the passions of their bodies. Richard even made a low howling sound. Claudia had nothing to compare to it, but she was satisfied. Then because he was tired, he fell asleep there in the safe room. After a late lunch that included some 'normal' sex, he went home.
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Claudia heard the commotion and came on the run. Richard was on a tangent again, tearing up someone's room. From the looks of things, Jean-Claude's. It was anyone's guess what set him off this time. Entering the room with her pistol at ready, she saw that the two new hyaenas were holding him at bay with readied pistols. Anita was looking scared while Jean-Claude was trying to speak with him.

This was the real test. Richard's power was white hot, his rage getting the better of him. Ordering the hyaenas to stand back, she placed herself between Richard and his potential victims. He was so angry it was like looking at some entirely different. Showing him her hands, she moved closer, closer, close enough to whisper in his ear, "Trees, Richard."

He stopped and looked at her with those wolf amber eyes that were so threatening and dangerous. Slowly they darkened back into the chocolate brown ones that meant he was back. Then, as a reward, she touched him, just a little roll of her palm against his shoulder, and smiled. A smile and simple caress went a long way with Richard. For a second there she had feared he would want to fuck her.