A Wolf's Honor

Chapter 7

Breakfast comes and goes before I realize it. The dining room feels different in the mornings, warmer. It's hard to focus on much when the throbbing beneath my pants will not stop. Not when I'm sitting in front of him, thinking about what we just did.

"You're morning meetings sir." The older lion announces, walking to the table and passing a tablet to the deer.

He looks over it, nodding and giving an impatient sigh.

"This all looks fine, but cancel the item on the top of my list. I have more training before I begin my day." Alder corrects and pushes the tablet back.

"Yes sir. Of course." Ibuki abides and steps away, busying himself with the tablet.

"Training, Adler sir?" I don't mean to let my thoughts slip out, but they do, escaping my lips.

Alder perks up at my question. He nods. "Yes, Legosi. I don't intend for you to only be of use at night and in the mornings. And I told you, my name is Louis." He responds.

𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴

"Yes sir. Umm.. Louis, sir." It's all I can get out in the moment.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴

"Ok then." He moves on and looked up. "Agata, please bring the smallest gage and preparatory items to my study right away." He calls.

A gage? Preparatory?

The lion by his chair nods in compliance, leaving the room.

"Come now, Legosi. You will be accompanying me to work this morning.

He is swift in his departure, motioning for my follow as he exists the dining hall and up to his office.

It's a long narrow room with bookshelves lining the walls, a desk at the back wall with a bay window. There is a lounging couch to the right upon entry.

It's not long before there is a soft knock and the entrance of Agata, a silver domed platter in hand. He meets us at the desk, setting it down and bowing his head.

"I will be at my post, sir." He says and makes a prompt exist.

Adl- Louis does not so much as acknowledge the lion, sitting at his desk and starting his desktop.

I stare at my reflection in the dome, unsure what he wants.

He sits quietly and attentively, what I assume to be logging into his computer before looking up and standing.

"Do you see the ottoman, Legosi?" He asks, pointing to the couch set and I nod.

"Kneel over it. The way you kneeled this morning." He instructs.

I stare at him for a moment in disbelief for a moment before realizing he is serious. I hold any objections and instead listen, walking to the ottoman.

I drop to my knees and lean over it, laying my hips just over the edge as to not bruise. I adjust my hips wide until I no longer have the familiar feeling of my thighs together. My hands are out in front of me, touching the ground.

I feel weak and vulnerable to the herbivore.

"Are you scared?" He asks. It's a question I ponder but shake my head.

"That only seems half the fun." I respond, surprised by my own answer.

I hear a laugh from behind me followed by foot steps and then a hand on my flank. It causes a jolt to surge in my lower half.

"Easy boy.." Louis settles, his hand trailing up my side gently with the tips of his fingers. It's enough to earn a small shiver.

As his hands come back down, they tug at my waistband, pulling them down past my hips and mid thigh.