|Little Red|
The wolf was crazy, and it was like he knew that his actions were driving me insane. He had the audacity to hand me two pieces of paper this morning before he prepared to go out to chop some firewood. Since we were running out. I thought, oh maybe he wants me to do more chores. Or maybe he has some ideas to make up for denying me my pleasures last night- not my finest thought, I'll admit- but I was not expecting this.
Yes, he had a paper of chores but the second one held new rules for me to abide by. And while I thought the first was crazy, he was willing to prove that the second was even worse.
His rules made me want to gut him because he was turning me into some kind of property.
1: You will only wear outfits that display my mark. Never cover it up, unless it's by your coat. You will show it off with pride, and tell any one who asks you that you belong to the king of werewolves.
2: Undergarments are prohibited. I want to be able to access your ass, pussy, and tits whenever I want.
3: You will not allow anyone to touch your mark.
4: When we're apart, you will wear a chain saying 'master's whore.' You are mine. You should show the world that.
5: You will stay by my side whenever you're able too. You will not leave unless ordered too.
6: You will serve, worship, and obey your master without any complaints.
7: You will wear a toy each day. Either in your vagina, or ass. The choice will be made by me.
8: You will always be submissive to your master.
9: Your choices will be decided by me, each day with a chores list.
10: All of your worries, your fears, and pain should be burdened to your master.
11: You will never lie to your master.
12: Using your abilities is forbidden. I will know. Your body will tell me.
13: You will not hesitate to please me.
14: You must be ready at all times to please your master.
15: You will not talk back or argue with your master. Bratting will lead to a punishment that you will not enjoy.
16: Shower twice a day.
17: Eat three times a day.
18: At the end of each day you will kneel by the bed and narrate everything you did to your master.
19: You must return home before you master.
20: Food must always be prepared before your master wakes up or returns from work.
21: You are my mate, my greatest prize. Your trust is demanded. You must trust that I have your best interest in mind. I will always take care of you.
22: You will never reach an orgasm without asking your master for permission. I own your pleasure.
23: Through discipline, reward, and punishment, you will learn to become the proper mate and wife for your master.
24: Consent is important, at the end of this list you must sign your consent to your master. Meaning your body, your soul, everything you think is yours, is now mine.
25: You will address your master properly by three terms. Master, wolf, or King. Derek, is for good girls. Humble wives.
26: You will not hide from your master. If you wish to be serviced, and given pleasure, tell him. Denial will lead to severe punishment until you learn not to do it again.
27: You will not be shared, and you will not offer to be shared.
28: You will accept whatever your master does to you with pride. You will only wear the scars I give you with pride.
29: When fucked you will not try to hide your expression, or force your reactions away. If you wish to moan, squirm, tighten, beg, cry, do all of it. They're important. If you refuse, your punishment will be chosen by your master.
30: You will worship my body, and I will worship yours.
Thirty fucking rules. He added thirty rules. And they were far worse than the last. I saw the line he expected me to sign without an issue. The wolf came into the kitchen, sat behind the counter to eat his breakfast while I stared at the piece of paper like it was holding me at gunpoint. This cannot be real.
He tossed a pen to me, and didn't say a word.
He can't be serious.
"You cannot be fucking serious!"
The wolf looks up, a single eyebrow raise and I'm sure I just broke one of the rules. Fuck! But I haven't signed it yet so it doesn't count. He sees this too as he remains quiet. Enjoying his meal, and ignoring me.
"You, you're taking my full rights. Service your master? You are not my … you want my ass too?! I can't sign any of these."
He pauses, I know this is not negotiable be but it doesn't hurt to try. I escaped once, and now I'm stuck dealing with these rules. Un- fucking believable.
This is ridiculous. This is outrageous.
"This is madness."
"Sign it, red. Do it without me having to force you. Then walk you pretty ass into the room, and get dressed. You're going with me to cut some wood. You can come back later to clean."
This is all a horrible joke, right?
I'm going to wake up….I suck in, unconsciously raising my fingers to draw lines over the mark on my shoulder blade.
Fuck, I can't even think about where I would be if I woke up to this being a dream.
This is a cruel play on my life.
"There's also a bonus rule you should know about. Turn it over." He says, and I wanted to slap him. Because his smile had my heart beating a little bit faster and faster.
Never trust the handsome ones.
I gave the paper a little turn, and my cheeks burned the hottest shade of red. It wasn't as bad as the others, it just caught me off guard.
Bonus rule: Greet your master with a kiss every time you see him.
Why would the wolf even want me to do this?
My mind thought of a thousand things to hate about him. But this new set of rules had me feeling some kind of way. Like he was about to take our relationship- if you can call this clusterfuck a relationship- to a whole new level.
Grumpily, I signed off with my full name. And folded the paper.
"I suppose I can keep this."
"Of course. Now, what were you instructions?"
I found myself grumbling a set of swear words in his direction. All of it said in my mind. Those he didn't say that I couldn't use profanities. I know he'll appreciate it if I don't.
Maybe his controlling grip will relax overtime. But how long can I let this go on? Next he'll provide me with a four list saying that I should have three children with him.
I made slow steps as I rounded the table. He was there, of course he was there. I'm an idiot. He watched, waiting for me to take the first step.
Suddenly feeling shy, and uncomfortable at the idea of initiating a kiss, I looked to my feet before mustering the courage to mesh our lips together.
I should have felt a revolting thrill crawl down my throat, instead I let a small moan the moment he brought his hand to caress my back. His large hand seemed to know the strings on my body. He pressed on a part of my spine that had me gasping, freeing way for his tongue to meet mine.
I hate that I don't hate this.
My body felt funny as I pushed even closer, enjoying the growl he let out. Pleased with my move.
Gods. My mind rang back to the word 'reward'
Would he give me praises and more freedom if I obeyed? The thought quickly left when he removed his mouth from mine. I prayed that the needy whine had come from the animals in the forest and not from me.
With glossy eyes, I licked my lips and the wolf nuzzled my throat.
"Go and get dressed." He laid a smack to my ass and I yelped.
But he hadn't released me. It took my brain a second to realize what he wanted.
Two humiliating words. "Yes, master."
"Good girl."
I don't know how I ended up walking away to go and get dressed. My brain was flooded with the praise. Over and over.
Good girl.
Why do I like that?
Clearly there was something messed up with my head. Maybe it's my body's fault. For the years I was held captive I'd never found a single man attractive. The first one to spark my body in ways I never dreamt of…. Well, let's just say no explanation will ever satisfy both the anger and excitement that I feel.