|Little Red|
The wolf was edging me, and maybe I fucked up my daring a man twice my size. But can you blame me? All I wanted was a chance to get out of this. The wolf was able to spread my legs with ease. He didn't give me sweet caresses like he'd been doing for some time now. Instead he drew a finger down my stomach, and lower. I clenched my eyes waiting for the first hit. It can't be that bad?
The thought was quickly shattered, and my scream almost turned my ears numb. His palm was big, and rough showing just how much time they'd spent making things. I bit my lip harshly, my breath coming out in difficult pants. The wolf chuckled, and I realized just where my mouth had led me.
…. That is not a sexual innuendo regardless of the rough fingers massaging my pussy.
His shaft was heavy, and hard against the cleft of my back. And his shadow covered my whole body, I didn't dare to look down at what he was doing. But I know that he was watching.
"Count for me, red."
The thought to disobey had never been more repulsive. No fucking way was I going to say no, and then have him decide that my tits were his next target.
"One. That was one." I was able to murmur, chest full as my heart delivered its punches. I must say my body is shaking in a good way, and that frightens me. I tried to dispell the sexual arousal by think about Eleana, and how she had foolishly fallen for the worst human being to exist.
I'm not her, I screamed for myself to hear. But the next smack made a lewd wet sound as his palm connected to my private part.
My eyes flung open, and I clutched his had for dear life murmuring the number two. Yeah, this is not going to go well. The wolf's hand was built like a tanker. Strong, it felt like each part of me was being thrust against a metal pipe.
Deranged as it seems, it also provided a shock of pleasure. The pain was hard to ignore but the pleasure made me grind myself against his hand. The wolf had a pattern. Two smacks, then he would rub my clit and massage my folds.
Almost like he was apologizing for what he had done. I wish he were apologizing. He was grinning ear to ear. Proud of the mess he was making of me.
Shaking my head, I forced my body to relax and tried to ignore the delicious feeling that crept through me whenever the pleasure zinged. Oh how I wanted more of it.
But to enjoy pleasure from a beast, there must be something deathly wrong with me. Maybe a day in the snow had fucked with my head. I was on the twentieth strike, when I felt a knot tie in my gut. At this point, aside from my screams here and there, I'd managed to contain my voice. Refusing to give him all that he wants.
But as the knot tied, and my stomach felt just as intense as my pussy that he had spent minutes spanking, my eyes filled up with tears.
There was something so good about leaning against his rock of a chest, while his free hand held one of my thighs and the other gave me a feeling that I'd never felt before.
I told myself that I could hate him for this later, but right now I felt like I needed an extra push for the knot to go away.
"Derek~" my voice was small, I didn't want to moan his name.
"So pretty, you should see what I see."
My head shakes, and I feel fingers gripping my jaw tightly. At first, I thought he would force me to see myself. And the true extent of what he'd done to my pussy. Instead, he tilted my head up.
"Open your eyes."
I complied, and the red in his gaze made me feel like I would be committing a crime if I even dared to think about looking away.
"You should really see yourself." He whispers, leaning to peck my lips. I should have felt revolted. I'm ashamed of not feeling that way, and if I had the option I would smack my head against the nearest wall but that would mean looking away. He didn't hold my jaw tight anymore, meaning I was staring of my own will.
I snort internally, my own will? That sounded ludicrous. Who creates a god this sexy, and just dumps me into his lap? What did they expect? Physical, I guess it's alright to be attracted to him. I can detach my heart from this easily.
The betraying organ proceeded to beat faster. I was hating my body for that reason.
The wolf managed to clear more of my thoughts with a kiss that I could only describe as filthy. Have I kissed before? Not by choice. I once had a guard lock lips with me, and I bit his lip off because I was thirteen and fuck him.
That had made me uncomfortable. Let's just say everything sexual is uncomfortable for me. That's why I never thought about love. I never thought about being physically close. Yet the wolf had turned all of my inner fears into something to enjoy.
I say this because my eyes had no business closing, and mewling as he took my lips for a slow and hard kiss. His lips felt soft, but not that much. They were somehow rewiring my brain, because I could hardly remind myself that presses my body closer and pushing back into his teasing fingers was definitely not something I should be doing.
My hands stretched up to his neck, wrapping around slightly. I've never known the idea of kissing to be this enthralling.
It's like my lips can't get enough of his. He teased his tongue over them, and pushed it forward. A voice told me to keep my mouth shut, but I parted it. Allowing his tongue in.
A mistake. Now my moans made me want to hide somewhere and never come out. The wolf's tongue is long, it curls around mind. Drawing out a slow dance between our two appendages. Perhaps I should have warned myself again, to remember that I shouldn't enjoy this.
But that knot was getting tighter, and his fingers were rubbing parts of me and they felt too good.
It also didn't help that he was exploring my mouth and laying a claim. I wanted to submit to him, and that was where my mind drew the line.
I convinced myself to pull back, but the wolf let his long, fat tongue do something to me that made me feel like he was fucking my mouth as the kiss grew more insistent.
It picked up speed, and now I was just letting him dominate my mouth. Offering no contribution at all, and I loved each second of it. It felt good. It felt great.
Almost too good.
My pulse quickens, and I found that tight feeling in my gut getting close to being unbearable until the wolf stopped everything.
"I said I'd spank you, not that I'd let you come. Good girls get to come. Brats don't."
My dazed mind cleared fast, and he picked me up and walked us towards the mirror. I was still in a state of shock as discomfort filled me.
He'd given me a pleasurable experience, then he ripped away. That was the punishment. The spanks hurt but not as much as this heat in my skin, the tight coil in my stomach and the tingle in my lips and pussy. He deprived me of my first orgasm, and turned my head look at myself in the mirror.
The sight was beautiful. I had to admit, if I were in a man's position I'd want me too. The wolf hummed, and ran a clawed finger from my rosy pink cheeks to my kiss swollen lips. He drew that finger down to my neck, then lower. I found bruises on my thigh. He plopped my feet on the dresser, and a strange feeling of humiliation hit me. Strange because I was turned on.
The part of me he'd promised to turn red was indeed that color. My clit was twitching and I could see it. I could see the parts where his claw must have hit. No real damage, although I doubt I'd be able to sit well for the next few days.
The whole sight of myself. My eyes, I looked thoroughly fucked.
"See that? What a pretty sight? Go and prepare the bathroom. I'd like to shower and sleep." He placed me down, dismissing me without taking a second look. This is a man whose eyes are hungry and wild. A man with a thick erection.
Sending me and my trembling legs to go and prepare to bathe him and myself.
I wish I could feel relieved, but I felt nothing but disappointment. I refused to think why.
Physical pleasure isn't all that great anyways. I'll be fine.