|Little Red|
The wolf seems cheerful, he fed me an apple. I didn't complain. Again, I'm a herbivore. Apples…. Are a terrible fruit. There I said it! But arguing with him is the same as arguing with a brick wall. It's a one way street.
How would I know this? I don't have any proof, I just assumed based on the squabbles we've had. The apple was the only thing he fed- why does that sound wrong? Uh, what I mean is, he didn't give me the chance to prepare a meal for myself. He didn't even say anything about me cooking for him. So after we put away the crops I brought, and other items, he led me to the room.
Him, me, room.
When the sun is still out. That can not be a good sign. Maybe I can make an excuse.
"I need to shower. You know, all day in the farm. I'm all messy. My wound could be infected. I-"
"I can smell the body wash that the farm's bathhouse stores. Your wound can get an infection for all I care. Once you're ready to tell me what really happened, then I'll give a fuck."
Damn his nose. Why? Why? Why can he smell things?
Okay, that is a dumb thing to ask.
The closer we get to the room, the more excuses I run through my brain. I need a reason to get away. Uh, shit I cleaned the fucking house. Why did I do that?
Right, chores list.
Uuh….. what can I say?
"I need to really clean myself again. There's snow in between my boobs. It's not comfortable. I'll just go into the bathroom to shake it off."
"You'll be stripping off your clothes anyways, does it matter?"
I'll be doing what? Can he run that by me again? I couldn't hear anything over the sound of me running away.
I tugged my hand and nearly sent my face into his back when he didn't budge. Okay, poor move.
But if I kick his ass, he'll have to let me go. I'm not ready for sex.
Images of girls that I once knew being dragged off to the service prisoners and guards played behind my eyelids.
Yeah, I am not ready for sex. It's a horrible experience, it leads to people crying. And screaming.
Gods, I can hear their screams. I've seen some crawl the floor for help. Begging that someone would show a shred of kindness, and set them free. The warden would make that person regret it. But even worse, there was never a guard there with a good part in their hearts.
The same warden who could sense my presence even though I wasn't there.
"Stop struggling."
I have to say something quickly before he tries to make….me…. His woman. In other ways. Come on think, Adele.
"I'm not ready for sex." My voice comes out a bitter mess. There's anger, and fear in those words. Anger because the only time I'd learnt, or heard about sex was in that hellhole.
The wolf doesn't stop. "We're not having sex."
"We're not? Then why would I need to get naked?"
He cackles, my tummy flutters in a way that makes me think the poison in my blood is ruining my insides. Why else would I feel like I swallowed a batch of butterflies and they somehow stayed alive?
"Because, you're an idiot. And idiots should be punished."
What? "You're not actually going to spank me right? That's inhumane. I like my ass! I use it to sit. It's an essential part of me that I refuse, you hear me, I refuse to not be able to use it." I sturdied my feet to the ground, but that didn't stop him either. Who fed this man when he was a child? Why is he built like a tank?
Why!
"You are ridiculous. I'm not spanking your ass."
…
I'll admit, I am stomped. Confused. Flabbergasted. My brain cannot figure this one out. Yep, I got nothing up there. If he's not going to spank my ass, thank the gods, and I'm going to need to get naked ... the math ain't making sense!
If two plus two is four. Then what the heck is this?
This is like saying seven plus two is sixty.
Maybe I'm over thinking this.
I feel relief that we're not going to have sex. I am not ready to cross or even look t that bridge. The word alone reminds me of all I had to see.
I'm sure enduring being used as a Fleshlight is horrible, but watching it can damage a part of your brain to an extent you can't recover from.
I saw things. Wish I could wash them from my memory.
My ass is also safe. So, I really don't have anything to worry about.
He pulled the lock over the door, then his fingers unwrapped from my wrist. He tossed his coat on to the bed, then he sat down.
"Strip, my little red. Let's begin this."
Is there still a chance for me to run?
He narrowed his eyes, the glare made me rethink my whole life. Am I even me? What's my name again?
Joelle, Anahansson.
Yeah, that sounds right.
"I uh …. This dress is so nice. And comfortable."
"Your chest looks like its about it fall out."
It feels that way. I clip my bottom lip between my teeth. "Well, I think that's….. um, I have a thing that affects my kind."
He raises his left eyebrow, a side smirk pushing up his lips. This man, I hate this man. He is gorgeous. "What thing?"
"Um, my kind. You know. Shem. What? No, I mean she. I am she. Yeah, women."
He nods, eyes wide as though he's about to crack into. Laughing hysterically. I'm screwed.
"Fine, I'll strip. But don't say, I didn't warn you. When you see, the thing."
"Mmm," he got up, and I squealed. Stepping back. "Did you ever ask yourself, where is he going to spank me?"
My head sways. Everyday step he takes draws a sound out of me.
It feels like he's hunting me. My back hits the door and I curse the entire room. The bite mark on my shoulder twinges.
"Ask me. Come on, red. Ask me. What part of you am I going to turn red?" His laugh is psychotic. He's enjoying this far too much.
I gulp, his scent hits me as spicy. I inhale more of it as his body closes against mine, blocking every path I had to escape with his burly size.
"Where. …" I ran my tongue over rny lips. They suddenly felt dry. Too dry. "where will you spank me?"
His drags a hand up, stopping it by my head. I gasp, watching his arm like it was something to be fascinated by. It doesn't help that his muscles are attractive. Flexing, and making me question where my morals lie.
Good looking men shouldn't be evil. It's easier to resist the ugly ones.
I can see his fangs. Sharp canines at the end. Sweet lord.
His face, the curve of his cheekbones. A full beard. His hair is down, brushing off his shoulders and hitting my cheek.
I need better resistance. This man could ruin me. But I won't let him.
"Go on, tell me. Where will you spank me? Sometimes I think you're all talk. The big bad wolf. And I'm just a lil old me. You through threats left and right. But you never act on them. Not unless I rouse you up." I'm not sure what demon possessed me to challenge him, but I'd like to drag their nutsack against a meat cleaver.
"You think I'm all talk? That's cute. You know, I like you for some reason. Aside the fact that you're my mate. I like when you say such nonsense, then later when it comes to bite you, you curse yourself internally." He adds a laugh, and my heart feels like its going to crawl out through my mouth. "I am dangerous. I am wicked. I am exactly what the stories say. But you haven't heard those. I'm going to turn your pussy red, my dear. See these hands?"
My eyes dart to the palm he lifts. No!
Somebody get me out.
But like the fool I am, I turned my body around to try and force the door open. This immediately registered in my brain as a mistake, a really big fucking mistake.
Wolf pushes his front against my back. A large man, pinning my body to door.
That got my stomach in another frenzy.
I'm starting to see my problem when he's involved. I see all his red flags, not missing one.
And my body just thinks, that's sexy.
Oh god.
I reached for the door knob, shaking it quickly.
"It's locked." He whispers. "Remember? Are you scared? Do you really think I'm all talk?"
I really need to stop talking. Each word comes back to hurt me in one way.
"By the time I'm done, your nickname will have a whole new meaning."
My mind screams for me to get away, it is so easy for someone to fall for into a trap when desire is involved. And like the weak sins of the flesh I've heard people mention in the Dynasty prison, my body curves against his hard one.
Loving his aggression.