Dont Touch

  Don’t Touch

  Bound and Bonded Pack, Book One

  By Lisa Oliver

  Don’t Touch (Book One, Bound and Bonded Pack)

  Copyright © Lisa Oliver, 2014

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  First Edition April 2014

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  This book contains material that maybe offensive to some people including graphic

  language, cursing, explicit sex between males, male-male sex, anal intercourse, oral, and

  a strong BDSM theme.

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  Chapter One

  Arching his back into the burn of the flogger Levi bit his lip hard

  to prevent the moans threatening to escape from his throat.

  His Master didn’t like noise, didn’t like sounds of any kind and

  Levi had learned from watching the flogger-wielding man with a

  few other subs that if his Master was unhappy then the scene

  would stop immediately and the Master would walk away. So

  Levi bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and focused on

  stopping his leaking cock from exploding as the sting of the bite

  accentuated the burn of the flogger.

  He could do this. Levi was a strong sub. He pleased the men

  he could call “Sir” even if he didn’t have a Master of his own.

  He had played many times, both in public and in private with

  the unattached Masters of the Bound and Bonded Club where

  he had been a pack member for the past two years. Most

  Masters were fair - they put time and effort into the scenes

  they created - all designed to bring maximum pleasure to both

  participants. But the man behind him was an enigma, one that

  Levi was determined to crack. After all the man was his

  unclaimed mate.

  But he couldn’t go there, not now in the middle of a scene with

  the man who occupied his every waking thought and many of

  his dreams. Mentally slapping himself Levi chided himself for

  losing focus, returning his mind once again to the present

  moment. The flogger Master Steel used with such precision

  had wide fronds, designed to stimulate a slow burn rather than

  a sharp sting to the flesh and Levi felt as though his whole body

  was on fire. The plug his Master had instructed him to wear

  jiggled in his body with each flex of his back, tormenting his

  cock relentlessly. So close to coming, Levi hung onto the edge,

  every fiber of his being electrified. It was delicious torment and

  for Levi it was the ultimate in pleasure.

  Just as Levi felt he could take no more. That he couldn’t hold

  in the screams that threatened to overtake him. That he

  couldn’t hold onto his climax as his Master wished, he heard the

  words that made it all worthwhile.

  “Come now.”

  His Master’s voice. Low. Firm. Unemotional as fuck. But more

  than enough for Levi. Snapping his mouth shut so hard that his

  teeth clacked Levi gave in to the demands of his body. His

  cock, totally untouched, spewing seed onto the floor below. So

  caught up in the pleasure that threatened to render him

  unconscious Levi barely registered an equal stream of thick

  warm sperm hitting his enflamed back.

  Levi bit back the moan that threatened to overtake him. His

  mate’s smell was so intoxicating, so arousing that Levi felt his

  cock trying to rise again. This was the first time ever his

  Master had marked him in anyway but as he came down from

  his high Levi heard the familiar sound of his Master’s boots

  throbbing across the hard wooden floors and then the sound of

  the door opening and closing behind the man who had made

  his body sing and his heart ache. Levi’s wolf howled in

  disappointment deep inside of him.

  For this moment at least Levi was alone. He knew it would be

  just minutes before Max and Tony would come in. They would

  be the ones to release him from his cuffs. They would soothe

  his back if he needed it. Max would ply him with water or juice

  while Tony would gently massage the feeling back into his arms

  and hands. They would see to it that he was dressed

  appropriately and it would be Max who would put him into the

  cab and make arrangements for him to get home safely.

  Max and Tony. Wolf shifters just like him. Master and sub. His

  dearest friends who would do for him that Master Steel would

  not. Provide him with the aftercare that all subs crave, not just

  wolves. Damn, that all subs deserve after such an intense

  scene. Levi knew the score. He had been doing a scene with

  Master Steel every week for more than two months. And every

  time was exactly the same. The man would play his body with

  a variety of toys and tools, pushing Levi further than he had

  ever gone with anyone. Under Master Steel’s commands Levi

  had flown with the eagles, his body a willing vessel for all that

  his Master demanded, his heart craving so much more.

  But the man had never physically touched Levi, ever. Even

  when he cuffed Levi, Steel was careful never to touch Levi’s

  skin, seeming to know by sight whether or not the bindings

  were too tight or too loose. The man never caressed his head

  or his shoulder as if to praise him for a job well done. Hell,

  until today Levi wasn’t sure that the man had any feelings

  invested in what they were doing. The drying spunk on his

  back, a first, proved to Levi today that the man was not

  completely unaffected. But still Master Steel walked away. How

  could Steel not feel the mate bond that throbbed between them

  every time they got within ten feet of each other?

  Levi could feel himself start to come down from his high. His

  body felt sore and tired. He was deathly thirsty. But most of

  all he felt unloved. Uncared for. Totally alone. Every week for

  the past two months his mate had rejected him, again and

  again and still Levi kept hoping, kept praying that the next time

  things would be different. But no. In the privacy of the back

  room hired by Steel for their scene, Levi rested his head on the

  bench he was cuffed to and allowed a couple of quiet tears to

  fall.

  All he had ever wanted was a loving yet demanding mate, a

  Master to call his own. Someone with the skills of Master Steel

  and the compassion of Master Max who at that moment was

  hurrying into the room with his sub/mate, Tony, at his side.

  From the moment Levi had scented Steel months ago in the

  club he knew that Steel was his mate. The other man had to

  feel it too, but still every week without fail he booked Levi,

  played with him and then walked away.

  “Oh Levi, why do you continue to see this man when you know

  he leaves you like this,” Tony reproached quietly as he freed

  Levi’s wrists from the bench he was strapped to.

  Levi let out a groan as he was finally able to straighten up, the

 
blood rushing to his head so quickly he would have fallen if it

  wasn’t for Max’s strong arm around his waist. Carefully Max

  led him to the bed where he urged Levi to sit down so he could

  look at his back.

  “Don’t hassle the boy, Tony,” Max said in his deep strong voice.

  “Levi’s choices are his own to make, not yours. Now fetch the

  salve from my bag and a cool washcloth so I can tend to this

  boy’s back.”

  Tony made a face but quickly went to do as he was told,

  appearing seconds later with a jar of salve that Levi knew from

  experience would help cool his back and ease out any of the

  bruising he might have. Levi knew he could shift and that

  would take care of most of the bruising and pain but Levi liked

  feeling his mates’ marks on him and given that was all he had

  to treasure from their sessions each week then he would hold

  off shifting until after the marks had healed naturally.

  Tony disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared with a

  soft, damp piece of toweling that he gently used to remove the

  remains of Steel’s pleasure on Levi’s skin. Levi couldn’t hold

  back the whimper then. His mate’s smell being removed from

  his skin just made him want to howl at the loss.

  Quickly and efficiently Max and Tony worked to clean up Levi’s

  back, helped him to rehydrate and then eased him into the soft

  clothes he had bought specially for nights after scenes like this

  one. Through it all Levi held himself together, simply

  whispering his thanks as Max left the room to call him a cab.

  Tony sat with him rubbing his hands and arms, his slim lithe

  body pressed against Levi as the sub started to shake as a

  result of the adrenalin rush finally leaving his system.

  “Tell me why you do it,” Tony asked quietly. “You know you

  are a good sub and your Master is out there somewhere. Why

  do you continue to play with Master Steel when he clearly can’t

  give you everything that you want?”

  “Shhh,” Levi said. He had never told Tony or Max that Steel

  was his mate. Somehow he felt if he put it into words then the

  man’s rejection of him would be that much more intense. He

  tried to think what to say that would keep his friend from

  suspecting the worst. “I know you are my dearest friend, but

  don’t press me on this okay? Master Steel calls to me like no-

  one ever has before. It is not just his skills although they

  are…well incredible. Don’t you see Tony; it is the man himself

  that appeals to me.”

  “I don’t understand it,” Tony continued stubbornly. “You know

  subs deserve better than to be left to the care of friends after a

  scene. You deserve better than this. Shit, tonight was the first

  time in over two months that there was any evidence on you

  that he found you sexually attractive at all. How could he mark

  you like that and then still walk away?”

  “Yeah…don’t know what that was about,” Levi said, shaking his

  head because really he didn’t know why Steel had come over

  him like he did. It’s not like the man ever said anything to him.

  “Look, don’t fuss okay? I can’t explain it but for all of the

  man’s rules I would submit to Steel full time in a heart beat if

  he asked.”

  “Rules, what rules,” this time it was Max who was questioning,

  having come in and heard the last part of the conversation.

  Levi shook his head unwilling to tarnish Steel’s reputation in

  any way. It wasn’t as though the rules as such were all that

  hard, just unusual especially among wolf shifters. No touching,

  no talking except to safe word, no sounds during the scene, no

  looking at his Master and definitely no after care.

  Levi had been aware of all of this when Master Steel had

  booked him for his first session. It stuck out in Levi’s mind

  because it was the longest and only real conversation the two

  men had ever had. Steel had asked him his limits and for his

  safe word and then had explained his rules. Levi had agreed,

  verbally in the first session because he really wanted to know

  what this Master was capable of and he knew then that Steel

  was his one and only. He complied every week since then by

  virtue of the fact that he kept turning up for his appointments.

  From that first time Steel had never spoken to him except to

  explain how the scene was going to play out and to give him

  permission to climax when the scene was finished. Steel would

  text him with the time and room number usually on a Thursday

  for an appointment on Saturday night. If he had any special

  requirements like for Levi to wear a plug or cock ring he would

  mention them in the text as well. All Levi had to do was text

  back the response, “Thank you Sir,” and that was it.

  “The rules are nothing bad, or weird, or anything major, I

  promise,” Levi said carefully. “Master Steel is just a

  very…private person and I don’t feel right discussing this with

  anyone.” He looked at Max and Tony, his eyes filling with

  unshed tears.

  “I know you guys care about me and I appreciate it, I do. I

  couldn’t do these scenes without you there for me afterwards.

  But I have to do this. Something tells me that Master Steel

  needs me in some way and I won’t give up on him until he

  stops booking me for appointments.”

  Grumbling at him, Max and Tony helped Levi into the cab. As

  the taxi drove through the quiet streets towards Levi’s home,

  Levi finally allowed the tears to fall unchecked down his face.

  The tears were still falling as he carefully got into bed and

  curled himself up into a ball under the blankets and like every

  Saturday night for the past two months, Levi cried himself to

  sleep. He and his wolf mourned the man who rejected him time

  and time again.

  /~/~/~/~/

  Just five miles away Steel let himself into his own house but he

  wasn’t crying. He was angry with life, with his fucked up

  situation but mostly with himself. He flung his boots off as he

  walked in the front door and then padded down the hallway of

  his home in his socks, not bothering to turn on the lights.

  Stripping off his clothes quickly Steel headed straight towards

  the shower where he turned the water on as hot as it would go.

  Only when he was totally relaxed under the powerful water jets

  did he allow his mind to recapture the essence of his evening.

  Levi.

  In the privacy of his shower Steel could admit to himself the

  wolf was beautiful. There was no other word to describe those

  long fine limbs, the slender but muscled torso and the lean

  muscled ass. The slender man’s perfect body was capped off

  by the face of a wicked angel atop a slender neck that cried out

  for marks. Long dark hair framed deep green eyes, a short

  straight nose and perfectly lush red lips that begged to be

  wrapped around a cock for the night. The man’s skin was

  flawless and unmarked with piercings or tattoos.

  The only flaw that Steel had ever noticed about the man, and

  unbeknown to Levi Steel had been watching him a lot, was that

  on nights when Levi appeared to be socializing with his friends

  he refused to shave. While Steel would be the first to admit to

  himself at least that an unshaven Levi was still as sexy as sin, it

  was unusual for subs to have anything in the way of facial hair,

  at least at the club. Steel couldn’t decide if this was because

  the man just didn’t care about his appearance or if it was

  because the man just wasn’t a 24/7 type of sub.

  In the back room Levi was a magnificent sub, 24/7 or not. He

  accepted all of Steel’s rules and had followed them religiously.

  He never looked at Steel from the moment the man entered the