|Little Red|
Is it too late for me to return to that talking cat? I'm not sure I want my present. Infact, I would much rather get an apple for a gift than this really cute toy. When I say it like that, it sounds like the toy is a something similar to a Barbie doll. Sounding so innocent.
Until my eyes glance back to remind myself that there was nothing innocent about what the wolf had planned for me. I can't say I've been good. It has been a struggle for me to follow his new rules. They were demanding too much of my life. There wasn't a point I could breathe unless I was home alone. And that was spent napping, or reading, because I was usually exhausted after the chores.
God damnit.
I shot up, keeping my curious eyes from the toy. No matter how weird, and uneasy I feel about it, my mind still manages to conjure up sexual tales that make my legs go numb.
What would it feel like? It's small bulbous head was only as big as two small eyes put together.
That might fit after some work, but it would be nothing compared to he knotted beast that has taken me as his wife. Wait, I'm talking about the wolf and his dick at the same time.
I chuck the ridiculous thought to my stress filled brain when I spot a book on his shelf.
It was marked the legends of the forest. So of course, to keep my mind of sex, the wetness between my folds, and the bunny toy, I grabbed it.
Refusing to sit as it would give me an excuse to rub my thighs together.
The first page held something strange, a handwritten note glued to it.
I know the wolf's handwriting. I've spent too much time reading his list to not know it by heart.
This wasn't his.
The words on the note were; This forest holds 60% evil and 40% bad. With each year that number reduces. So keep yourself educated, and one step ahead.
With love, baba.
Who the fuck is baba?
Possibly an old man? Yeah, that's who it was. The handwriting was neater than the wolf's. Beautiful too that I was almost certain a woman had written it. But I didn't want to go down that path. I don't care, trust me. If he decided he wanted someone else it would be my window to freedom.
My heart can deflate all it wants.
I flipped through pages, landing on the accurate drawing of the cat I had seen. The cat was called a mimic. A creature who watches people for witches and then reports. Baba strongly advises that they should be reported once seen. Because it means a powerful witch is nearby.
Mimics only follow the strongest. And talking to them was unwise.
So I could pat myself on the back for not saying a word. Even though it had been mostly out of shock.
The door opens slowly, and I pretended to not notice. Fuck the rules, my hands started to shake and the wolf walked in. His scent thickened the air around the closed space. His foosteps were heavy, it wasn't hard to know which way he was walking.
I whipped my whole body around before he could press his delicious body to my back. No way was I going to let that happen again.
The wolf still held his amused expression. But his face dropped once he saw the book I was holding.
I should I say the page I was reading.
"I saw this today." I inform him, hoping to derail what I knew was going to happen with the two of us being alone together.
"Hmm, I'll go find it in the morning."
"B-but what if its gone before you get there?"
"Mimics don't leave unless their witches have what they want. I know how to track them. Strip, and grip the table."
He snatched the book away and shoved it back into its rightful place.
Forcing myself to swallow, I tried not to act so excited. Which left me with the feeling of fear as memories returned to me.
Why am I broken?
You don't understand. At dynasty, sex was a disgusting thought to have. Especially when you've seen what I have seen. The lengths those sex crazed prisoners would go to impregnate anyone the warden set on their sights. There was mainly blood, and never any pleasure derived by the women.
I should know.
A girl, one of my cousin sisters- meaning she isn't really my cousin but I think of her as one. She had her nipple bitten off just as I was walking down the hall with my food. The man was thrusting like he was mad or on some drug. She screamed. The warden didn't stop him.
The damages she retained from that tryst left me scarred. It left there brutally pained, that she died during birth. Only for the male child to be killed.
I slowly started to strip while staring into the mirror.
So with those types of memories, and I know that was one of the tamest ones, how am I able to feel so good in the wolf's hands?
When he touched my nipples, I watched them in the mirror as the dress rolled over them, it felt right. His large finger made them feel better. He didn't try to yank then out of place.
And even when he spanked me, the pain had felt good.
Certainly, it has to do with him.
As the dress hit the floor I turned my gaze to the wolf. He was stretching his body. His muscles looked tense and tight from the stress of a hard day's work.
Yeah, the pleasure came from him. Because I know that I wouldn't be feeling this way if those guards had succeeded in raping me.
"The table, red. Hold on to it."
Oh right.
You can do this, it's just a bunny toy. Okay? What damage could that possibly do?
Those words seemed to soothe my mind, and I held the edges of the table without a fuss.
When the wolf came over, my eyes were focused on the hard wood I was holding on too.
He placed the box next to my fingers, and caressed my hips.
"Is there a reason why you're already wet?"
"Uh, n-no." Smooth. Real smooth, Adele. I could have facepalmed but my hands were busy.
He kept on with this soft touch , and I was falling for it. How? It took me a minute to realize that there was something inside of me. Not the toy, but a finger.
And just one hand on my hip. I'd been distracted by the sweet movements of his strong hands on me.
Or maybe it was my touch starved brain that had been fantasizing about him since the day he deprived me of my orgasm. My first. I hope he won't do it again this time.
No, he strong.
Again, I was distracted. The finger felt odd, and suddenly bigger. Had he added two now? Or was my mind in too much of a funk?
It didn't take long for him to pick a pace of scissoring his hand fingers, and curling them before he found something and that feeling doubled.
The wolf laughed, and I moaned. His voice was deep, and raspy. I could feel his eyes running everywhere.
"I think you might be a good slut."
Say something back, say something back! I will not be disrespected. Damn, but that feels incredible.
I wanted to hide my sounds when I recalled a rule forbidding it. My eyes closed, I crossed my arms and dropped my head into it. I wanted to be embarrassed by the noises I made but instead the wolf had to embarrass me with something else.
"I've got my fingers on your sweet spot, and you haven't even realized that you're fucking yourself."
What?
That was when it hit me, I was moving my hips trying to get more of that pressure. More of that feeling. His knuckles was pressed closely, I thought it might go in.
I suddenly stopped, asking myself if I had gone mad!
The wolf retracted those two fingers, mind you, both of them were thick enough and yet I wanted more. I didn't want them gone.
He gripped the toy, dragged it over to my hole but he did nothing.
"Do you know what this is?"
"A toy?"
"Yes. Do you want to know what kind of you this is?"
I should say no. But I reasoned with the rational side of me by saying it was going into my vagina. It would help for me to have some information about it.
"Yes."
"Good girl. This is a custom made bunny flex. It goes up to the level ten with vibrations. It was spin, even thrust, and expand, depending on what I push on the remote. You'll wear it everyday. Only remove it when you have to do anything concerning the bathroom. I suggest you learn how to fingers yourself, baby. You'll be putting this in sometimes for me to watch."
My brain had stopped working after he said, that it expands.
Because….. what. The. Fuck.