See me, p.38
See Me, page 38
“Please,” she moaned.
“Not yet.” I wanted to make her suffer. She’d asked for this. I moved in short, fast strokes.
“Laird.” She ground her heels into my ass.
“Not yet, Theo.” I grasped her wrists and forced them over her head.
“Can’t,” she panted, “need to.”
I felt her muscles tighten around my cock. I laughed evilly and knew what my next move would be.
“Damn you,” she cried as she tightened around me. Her pleasure had her mewing beneath me.
I followed her and then collapsed on top of her. “You know that I’ll have to punish you for coming without my permission.”
She opened one eye. “Yeah, I figured.”
“And it just increased.” I was enjoying this. She was taking the edge off my anger.
I let her rest for a few minutes. Then I got to my feet and carried her to the large chair in the corner of the room. I sat and twisted her relaxed body, so that she was lying face down over my lap. I dipped my fingers in her slit and lightly brushed her clit.
She wrapped her hands around my ankles as if she needed to connect to me.
“This is your first punishment of the night.” I dropped two hard smacks on her round ass. I ran my hand over the heat. I loved watching the ivory skin pinken. I continued until her ass was completely pink. When I slid my fingers into her again, she was wetter than before.
I ran my palm over the soft, heated skin. My wet fingers started to trace her ass crack. I didn’t go in deeply.
She raised her head. I made a low growling sound, and she said nothing.
I dipped my fingers into her and traced a path from her slit along the crack.
Her body was tense, but she wasn’t fighting me. She was waiting to see what I was going to do, although I knew she was fighting against the impulse to deny me.
I paddled her ass again. Then I picked her up and put her on the elevated mat in the corner. It was the closest thing to a bed in the entire room. She lay on her stomach, and I pulled her up on all fours. I climbed on the mat behind her and took her with no preamble or warning. I filled her completely, covering her back. My teeth closed on her upper shoulder. I bit down hard and her blood was sweet on my tongue.
“Ahhh,” she cried as her head tilted away from my mouth.
“Mine,” I told her.
I swear she shifted her ass so that I could go deeper into her pussy.
I fucked her, not holding back. The only sounds in the room were my balls slapping against her and her pussy making its wet noises.
I was close. I slid my arm under her left arm so that that it went across her chest. My hand once again collared her throat. I pulled her against me as I sat back on my heels. Again, I pressed up into her.
“Oh God, Laird.” She was breathing through her mouth as she dropped her head back against my chest.
I tightened my grip around her throat, and she started to struggle. “I decide if you breathe because you are mine,” I ground out. I stilled my hips.
It must have been so hard for her, overriding her natural instinct to fight me, all the while knowing she could never win. She pressed her head harder into my shoulder, but she stopped squirming.
I resumed fucking her as her reward.
Forty-Three
Theodora Morrissey
I think we’d just finished round number five. I’d lost count of the how many times I’d come. He seemed to be focused on punishing me but making me come. At one point, I’d tried to scramble away from him because I couldn’t take the teasing. His hands had changed into paws, and he’d raked my hips with his claws. He then held my hips tightly, digging those sharp nails in deeply as if he wanted to leave permanent marks. I was so tired that I had to strain to remember his last command.
I was on my stomach with some kind of foam pillow under my hips, making my fat ass rest high in the air. I knew what was coming. Hell, I’d known when I’d insisted on letting him use me tonight. He’d been teasing me for hours, running his hands over my ass or sliding his finger along my crack, teasing those sensitive nerves.
He ran his hand up my calf to my thigh. “Still with me?”
“Hmmm.” I tried to focus.
“Theodora? Are you still with me?” His voice was louder this time.
I tried to raise my head and look back over my shoulder, it was so hard. “Yesss, Laird.”
“I’m going to tie you down then I’m going to take you.” His hand rested along the back of my thigh. “All of you, Theo. I will own all of you.” His voice had growled. His wolf was very much a part of this.
This isn’t a big deal. We watched Conal and Solle do it. You can do this. I tried to relax my body.
He attached some kind of leather wrap around my ankle and then harnessed the other. They weren’t spread too far apart, but they were wider than I would have held them. He moved around this platform and lifted my right hand, warming it between his two. Lulled by this moment of gentle handling, I didn’t complain when he attached a leather wrap around my wrist that was secured by a chain. He pulled on it so that I knew it had some give.
“That’s so that you can rest on your elbows if I deem it necessary.” His voice was calm as if he was instructing me on the gun range. He did the same for my other wrist.
I was trying to take deep breaths, to stay calm. I pulled my arms down and rested my forehead on them, hiding my face. I needed time to get control over my anxiety. He knew I was fearful and I sensed that his wolf enjoyed this.
He moved again, he was straddling my thighs. His hand rested on my ass cheek. “So warm.”
I probably wouldn’t be able to sit for a few days or with my ability to heal, maybe I would? I was surprised my body had been able to keep up with him tonight. My brain had been overloaded with sensations. Don’t think about what is coming. His fingers were inside of me again, stroking and filling me. I couldn’t believe it. My body wanted more of him. I think I heard him chuckle.
“So needy.” His voice was deeper and had more of a growl.
His finger was again following the line of my ass crack. I squeezed my eyes closed. “Talk to me,” I begged.
“Feeling nervous, my little female?”
His wolf was speaking. “Please,” my voice came out in a wheeze. I’d fallen into the submissive role easily, but now, I needed to know that Raider was still with me. He could be a vicious lover. I needed to feel our connection because being at the mercy of his wolf was alarming. One of my arms tested the chains strength. I couldn’t help it.
“Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do to you? How I’m going to fill your body as you scream? You can fight me—in fact, I hope you do.” His inhuman sounding laughter held a cruel edge.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and tried to find a safe place in my head. At that moment, something inside me clicked. Oh God, no!
I was back in Grandma’s barn. It was one of those days in late July, where it was sizzling hot and humid. I was done with my chores and wanted to read. Grandma didn’t understand my love of books. She was a doer. To sit quietly was foreign to her. I had closed the kitchen door quietly and stuck to the exterior of the farmhouse until I was out of her sight.
I’d used the side door of the barn that was closest to the stalls. We didn’t have any horses, so the space was used for storage. I’d set up my hiding place with an old woven chair, a couple of pillows, and my books. I was walking carefully when I turned the corner and ran right into Uncle Doug.
He was the oldest of grandma’s children and had never married. He stayed in a trailer a few hundred yards from the house. He was greasy. His hair, clothes, the dirt under his too long nails—all of it repelled me. I tried to avoid him whenever possible.
He gripped my upper arms. “What do we have here?” His mouth was filled with chewing tobacco and some juice fell down the corner of his chin.
“Nothin’,” I answered immediately as any fifteen-year-old would.
“Yer Gramma know you’re out here sneakin’ around?”
I tried to draw back. His breath was terrible. “Yes,” I mumbled, which was a total lie.
“Did you come out here to spy on me?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“No.” Why would I want to do that? I did everything within my power to avoid the man.
He turned his head sharply and spit a stream. “Wanna play, little Teddy Bear?”
“No.” I shook my head, my instincts screaming for me to get away from this odd man. “I just remembered. I need to do some laundry.”
His grip on my arms tightened. “Later.” He dragged me toward the back office that he used.
“Uncle Doug, I really need to go.” I tried to go stiff, so I’d be harder to propel forward, but this man was used to dealing with cattle. My one hundred-fifty pounds was nothing to him.
“Later.” We didn’t go into his office. We went into the tack room and he threw me against the wall.
I lost my balance and hit the concrete-block wall headfirst. That stunned me for a few seconds.
He closed the space between us and grabbed my chin, forcing my head back so that our eyes met. “I’m going to like this.”
I tried to break free again, and he slapped my face, which banged my head against the wall again. “No,” I cried.
He said nothing as he closed in and balled his fist, preparing to throw a punch.
When I opened my eyes, I didn’t know where I was. My arms were suspended over my head, chained to a pulley. I shook my head a few times to try to stop the pain, hoping this would make some kind of sense.
“That didn’t take long,” Doug’s hand went to my breast, he squeezed hard.
“Ouch,” I screeched as I tried to move away from him.
“I like it when you scream,” he said to me as he switched to my other breast. He was the first to man to touch me there.
His hand dropped to my stretchy, elastic-waist shorts. He pulled them down over my wide hips.
I tried to kick him but I could only touch the floor with my tiptoes. I couldn’t do any real damage
His hand was at the back of my bikini panties, and he ripped them from my body. His hand covered my hip. “I don’t mind meaty.”
I dropped my head in shame. I was the fattest girl in my class. I was embarrassed by my body.
“You ever fuck a guy?” he asked as his hand tried to burrow between my thighs.
I clamped them together immediately, fighting off the invasion. I kept thinking about his filthy nails. “No.” I was quiet and kept to myself.
He said in a sing-song voice, “Don’t worry. I won’t pop your cherry. I’ll keep you a virgin.” He leered at me. “Until next time, then you’ll beg me for it.”
“No, Uncle Doug, please.” I tried to fight him, kicking and swinging. I was screaming and fighting like a feral cat. Since it was so hot, my body became slick with sweat, so he was having problems holding onto me.
He let go of me and undid his jeans. He pulled out his cock and stroked it.
It was the first cock on a man that I’d ever seen. I begged, “Don’t, please.”
He grabbed me by my waist and stuck his fingers between my butt cheeks. He dug into my back hole.
I howled in shock and pain. “Help,” I screamed. I didn’t stop screaming even as my hole was stretched by his filthy hand.
“Get away from that girl.” My grandmother was standing in the doorway holding a shotgun.
“She wanted it,” Doug told her. “She begged me, ma.”
“No, no.” My throat hurt from screaming. I blacked out.
I knew I wasn’t in the barn, but I could smell the feed and feel the heat from that day. “Noooo.” I drew the word out like a howl. I tried to twist my body so I could lie on back to protect my ass.
“Don’t fight me.” Doug? Or was it Black? I didn’t know. I couldn’t tell.
I fought, bucking and screaming. The smell of the barn was still in my nostrils and the back of my throat. “Uncle Doug, stop. Don’t hurt me. Noooo. Stoooppp.”
“Who’s Doug?” Black demanded, halting his exploration.
I shook my head while yelling. “Stop, please. I don’t want this.” God, that smell, I hated it.
“Who Is Doug?” His voice was like thunder.
“I don’t want this.” I cried hysterically. “Uncle Doug stop. Oh God, please stop.
“Theodora?” That wasn’t Uncle Doug’s voice. This one was deep and so powerful that I felt my body vibrate.
“I can’t do it.” I cried. “I can’t. Please, please don’t make me. I don’t want this.”
He said nothing as he climbed off me. He unhooked my legs and moved around to unhook my arms. I rolled to my side, and then into a ball. I was sobbing. Oh God, I’d kept that day buried away for years. I felt so much anger…shame…terror…and helplessness. My own uncle tried to rape me.
“That is why you have denied your Laird?” His face was right next to mine. His wolf’s voice deceptively quiet. I could feel his anger pulsing against my body.
I shook my head back and forth trying to clear it and focus on what was happening now, in this room. I tried to form the words. I didn’t know what to say, how to explain. “I, I ca-can’t do that.”
“Who do you belong to?” His wolf thundered.
I had to take in several breaths before I could answer. “You.” I tried to use my gift to sense his emotions, but I couldn’t. I was too upset to focus.
“Who?” the wolf demanded in a louder voice.
“You, Raider Black.” I promised him.
He grabbed my wrists and rolled me onto my back. “Tell me who this Doug is, and why you speak of him now.”
“What?” Did he think I was speaking another lover’s name? I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back with a hand collaring my throat.
“Tell your Laird,” his voice wolf’s voice thundered, “why you speak another man’s name while you are naked with me?”
I tried to push him off. I was making sounds that weren’t human. They were part cries and part grunts as I fought against him. A part of my brain knew he and his wolf didn’t understand what was happening. They only knew I’d refused him and said another man’s name. Oh Dear Goddess, he might kill me for that. “Please. Raid… Please don’t hurt me.” I screamed the last word.
He stilled. He was still holding my body down, but he was watching me closely. Anger radiated from his body.
“Just, just listen. Please Laird.” I didn’t care that I was begging. “Raider? You’re scaring me.” I admitted, hoping he would pull back and stop looking at me like I only had seconds to live.
“You should be scared. I told you I was a scary motherfucker, but you wanted to see the monster.” He, too, was breathing hard.
Why the fuck hadn’t I paid more attention in psychology? Oh yeah, because your freshman course didn’t cover how to deal with a Lycan predator. “I need to explain.” I tried to sound calm, but my voice shook. “I must have buried those memories.” I wanted to close my eyes, but I was too scared to break contact with his. “When you…touched me…there.” I had to stop and clear my throat because I choked on the word, “It all came back…what he did to me.”
He didn’t respond in any way. Not a blink or a sound.
Was he going to kill me?
He kept looking into my eyes.
I ran my tongue over my dry lips. “I was fifteen, okay?” I stumbled over the words. I’d never told anyone this story, except my grandma, and she hadn’t wanted to believe me. I’d buried it for so long, so that I could go on. “He, he hurt me.” I felt the tears roll from the corners of my eyes and into my sweat-soaked hair. “I told him no. I didn’t want that, or him,” I sobbed. “He strung me up and…and he tried to…” I couldn’t finish. I closed my eyes trying to block the memory. I had to force them open so I could watch my captor.
He still hadn’t moved. His motionlessness frightened me. I don’t think his heart beat, or that he took a breath. It was terrifying, he was more wolf than man at this moment.
“I tried to fight, but I couldn’t… I tried so hard, Raid. I didn’t want him to touch me.” I closed my eyes and cried. I was so tired from the day’s emotions, the ugliness, and now this. I couldn’t take anymore. My body went limp. I surrendered. He could do whatever he wanted to me, with me.
He understood. After a bit, he carried me into his rooms, straight into the shower. I couldn’t stand. My arms were so weak I couldn’t hang onto him. He placed me gently on the built-in bench at the rear of the shower and cleaned himself. He then slowly bathed me, telling me where he was going to touch me before he did.
I was exhausted when he carried me to bed, but my soul hurt too much to fall asleep. I didn’t understand what had happened or what would happen. I honestly thought that his wolf wanted me dead.
“His name is Doug?” His breath was hot against my shoulder. He was curled around me, with my back to his chest.
I swallowed hard. “My uncle. My mother’s oldest brother.”
“He raped you?”
I felt the tears burn my eyes. I wasn’t embarrassed. I was furious with him and at my helplessness. “With his fingers.” I swallowed so hard my throat stung. My grandmother had made a great production of telling me how it wasn’t so bad because it was only his hand. His fucking, filthy hand. “Grandma found me before…he could do more. But his fingernails, they were always so dirty.” I hated that they had been inside of my body. I shivered involuntarily at the revolting memory.
“He hurt you.” He said it as a statement, cutting me off. “You were young, and he hurt you.”
“He was always odd,” I explained. “That’s how people referred to him.” I cleared my throat and tried to keep to the basic facts. “I was fifteen. He caught me sneaking into the barn to read one afternoon.”
“Your own kin?” This was a different kind of fury. He was cold and calculating now, and I wasn’t sure if it was worse than the growly, snappy kind.
“He would have done more,” I continued, “but my grandmother heard me screaming.”
