by Cara Wylde
“Please…”
“Please… what?”
“Don’t hurt me.”
I grinned. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
She’d fought Lincoln and Colt when they’d tried to have anal sex with her, but she wasn’t fighting me now. She was either too exhausted, or she’d gotten curious after they’d both put their dicks in her cunt at the same time. If that had felt good, why not this?
Before I pushed my finger in, I leaned over her, reached around, and shoved it in her mouth.
“Suck.”
She obeyed. For a minute, she swirled her tongue around the digit, making me so hard that I could barely hold myself back. I’d gotten rid of my pants earlier, but not my shirt. There was no point. I was just going to fuck her hard and fast, then go back to my business. When my finger was sufficiently coated, I pulled it out of her sinful mouth and placed it at her tight entrance. As I pushed it in slowly, she shuddered and whimpered.
“How does it feel, bitch?”
“I… I don’t know… Overwhelming.”
“Good. Everything you’ll feel while you’re with us is going to be overwhelming. We’ll fuck you, we’ll break you, and if you’re lucky enough, we’ll put you back together and then break you again. I say you should enjoy it because we’ll get bored of you eventually.”
“And then what?”
My reply was a simple grunt. Then what? I had no bloody idea! It wasn’t like this was some sort of plan. It just happened. I moved my finger in and out, and she started moaning softly. She was tight. It was so obvious no one had used her ass before. That Jack guy must have been a moron. Colt had told me and Lincoln all about him. To have such a hot, delicious, nympho wife and instead of fucking her, hit her… Outrageous! What Rosalie needed was a man to make her body sing. Or more men, why not? Even as I shoved a second finger inside her, I could tell that before today, she hadn’t known herself what her body was capable of.
“Oh, please…”
I pulled my fingers out and wrapped my hand around the base of my cock. It was thick, engorged, and the head was covered in enough precum to lubricate her passage. I positioned myself at her puckered entrance and started to push in slowly and steadily. She was shaking and moaning, and at some point, she started uttering incoherent words. I tuned her out. All I could focus on was my dick and the tightness around it. It felt amazing! The best fuck I’d had in years! I was bored of the bear girls, anyway. In our small community, there weren’t many opportunities for sex and relationships. Before, when I traveled, I sometimes ran into other bear shifters and had a few one-night stands, or even some short relationships. But then I met Krista, we hit it off, and I stopped traveling for work. She was fine… Krista. Not my soul mate, but who believed in soul mates anymore? Children. No, what I’d had with her had been real. And I was going to miss her.
No, I couldn’t think about Krista now. I was buried inside the human female to the hilt, and I had to let her body distract me. That was the whole point of what I was doing. Distraction. For a few minutes, as I raced toward an orgasm, I wanted to think of nothing else but her ass squeezing me, milking me. I pulled out until only the tip was in, and then thrust hard and fast. She cried out.
“Do you like it, slut?”
She couldn’t form words. As I thrust in and out, increasing the pace by the minute, she started sounding like she was delirious. And then, all of a sudden, she came. Her muscles clenched around me, almost trapping me in, and she orgasmed hard, her juices spilling all over the floor. She screamed at the top of her lungs, and I was glad the cabin was deep in the woods, isolated, far away from the trailer park, or the bear shifters would’ve heard her.
“Oh, you don’t just like it,” I growled. “You love it.”
I pounded her fast now, her tight passage having gotten used to my girth. I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaws. I closed my eyes, in the end, trying my best to focus on her and her alone. She felt good. She felt right. As I fucked her, I felt my hands shift into bear claws. Dark brown fur sprouted all over my back and my thighs. My beast wanted to come out. My beast wanted to claim her. My beast wanted her pussy, too, not just her ass. It wanted her mouth, her whole being… It wanted to devour her soul. I came with a deep, almost pained grunt. I dug my claws into her hips, drawing blood. I held her still as I shot my seed deep inside her. When I was finally done, I slipped out, and she collapsed on the floor.
I ran my hand through my disheveled, sweaty hair, stood up, and looked for my pants. I felt dizzy. I looked at Lincoln and Colt, who’d been smoking all this time, enjoying the show.
“Told you she’s good,” Colt said.
I ignored him. I looked back at Rosalie. She hadn’t moved. The scratches I’d left on her hips were bleeding. I looked at my own hands. They were back to normal. For a moment, I was tempted to kneel beside her and lick her wounds, so they’d heal faster. I clenched my teeth. No. I couldn’t think like that. What was wrong with me? This was the woman who’d left Milo without a mother. And fuck, I knew that Krista was a bad fucking driver. She never wore her seat belt either, no matter how many times I’d yelled at her about it. But I couldn’t accept that she was gone. She’d had her flaws, but she was the mother of my cub. And even though she hadn’t been my one true mate, I’d wanted to marry her eventually. For months, I’d been working up the courage to ask her. She was gone now. And I felt so alone, so lost.
“I’m going back,” I said as I pushed past Colt and Lincoln.
Once outside, I took a deep breath. It was late, the temperature had dropped, and the wind howled softly. To clear my head, I started running. And I ran until I saw the trailer park in the distance. Home. Nothing about my home and my life was going to be the same.
Eight
Lincoln
Colt left soon after Brooks. It was just me and her again, and at first, I thought I should’ve gone, too. I had work the next day, and I needed sleep if I wanted to be functional. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not when she was spread out on the floor, filthy and exhausted, and so vulnerable that I knew she wouldn’t protest no matter what I wanted to do to her. So, I walked over to her, gathered her in my arms, and took her into the small bathroom.
The cabin hadn’t been used in years, and it showed. It was comprised of a living room with an open kitchenette, a bedroom with one king-sized bed, and a bathroom with a sink, toilet, and bathtub. It was hooked to the stream nearby, and we had what could be considered current water. When Brooks had built it, he’d asked Colt and I to help. Since I had experience in constructions, I was the one who found a solution so the bathroom and the kitchen would have water and a decent drainage system. It hadn’t been easy so far from civilization, but it hadn’t been impossible either.
Luckily, the boiler was on. I filled the tub with warm water, and then emerged Rosalie carefully. She opened her eyes and smiled up at me.
“What are you doing, Lincoln?”
“Giving you a bath. You need it, trust me.”
“Mhm,” she nodded sleepily.
I proceeded to wash her, starting with her long, black hair. I poured shampoo into my palm and lathered it into her beautiful locks. She let her hair fall on the edge of the tub, closing her eyes with a sigh. I massaged her scalp, all the while wondering if I could tell her what I needed from her, wondering if, maybe, she was the one. Well, I wouldn’t find out unless I asked.
“Rosalie, I want to tell you something.”
“Mmm?”
“You seem like a good listener.”
“Oh, I think I am. You can tell me anything.”
She was so compliant. “And you won’t judge me?”
She sighed. “Who am I to judge anyone? I’m far from perfect.”
“You are pretty perfect to me,” I wanted to say, but I abstained. I didn’t want to sound pathetic. When the guys were around, I could fall into the role I felt was required of me, and be cruel and rough with the human female. But when it was just the two of us, it wa
s hard for me to keep playing that part. If Brooks found out that I was being kind to her right now, he wouldn’t have agreed.
“There are things I’ve always wanted to do. But no one to do them with. I mean… no woman who would be interested in my… erm… fantasies.”
“What fantasies?” I noticed how she perked up, curious.
“I’d like to… tie you up.”
“Colt just did that. You seemed to enjoy it…”
I scoffed. “Not like that. Colt has no taste. He’s obsessed with sex, but his desires are basic. Boring. No. I want to tie you up… artistically. Naked, outside, in the woods… Turn you into a piece of art.”
“I… I’m not sure I understand.”
“I’ll show you, if you let me.”
“I don’t know…”
There it was. She was going to refuse me. It was my damn fault because I couldn’t explain it to her. I couldn’t make her understand how important this was to me, and at the same time, how ashamed I was of my obsession for bondage. In the past, I’d revealed this fantasy to one of the females I used to date, and she’d looked at me like I was insane. None of the women I’d fucked before had agreed to do anything even remotely out of the ordinary. They all wanted simple, quick fucks. Even if we were shifters and our strength and stamina allowed us to do anything for hours on end, the females of my species were usually boring in bed. Not adventurous at all. They also thought highly of themselves, and they rarely allowed their men to do anything wicked to them. Especially when it came to bondage and power play. They were too proud to let their man tie them up and use them, even if it was just a game.
I didn’t want Rosalie to say “no”. She was my only chance at exploring these parts of myself and my sexuality that I’d always wanted to explore. I had to make it impossible for her to refuse. Besides, I was sure she was going to enjoy every second of it once she gave in and relinquished control. Not that she had much control, anyway…
“You should know that Brooks won’t forgive you easily. If ever. He is mad at you, mad at what happened,” I started as I proceeded to wash the rest of her. She was malleable in my expert hands. “He loved Krista. They weren’t soul mates, but they made it work… their relationship. She was the mother of his cub, and that meant a lot.”
“Soul mates… Bear shifters believe in soul mates? Because humans don’t. Not anymore.”
“Some of us do. I haven’t met mine yet, but I like to believe I will one day.”
“What about Brooks and Colt?”
I laughed. “Brooks had Krista, and that was enough for him. He’s down to earth. He’s seen too much in his life. He doesn’t believe in myths anymore. Colt… I don’t know about Colt. It’s hard to read him. He’s crazy, that I can say for sure. With him, it’s all about fucking, drinking, and more fucking. Dude can’t hold a job. I recently got him one at the company I work for, and he’s done okay so far, but I expect him to fuck up at any moment. He’s too chaotic to believe in anything, let alone soul mates.”
What was wrong with me? I was giving her too much information. Not that she could use it against us, but what was the point? It wasn’t like Brooks was going to want to keep her around.
“You’re close friends…”
“Yeah.” I rounded the tub and pulled her legs out of the water to wash her feet. “Childhood friends. We grew up in the north, then left our community when we figured out it couldn’t offer us anything. We decided to make our own fate. Too much drama where we were born and raised. The trailer park you saw when we brought you here was our idea. We wanted to build something of our own, away from the humans, but not far enough that we wouldn’t have access to their shops, job opportunities, and technology. We gathered some of our friends, and we settled here, where we’re away from prying eyes and close to nature. We shift in the woods when we need a break. Otherwise, we can mingle with humans, and as long as we keep our true nature in check, they won’t suspect a thing.”
“Wow! That sounds so good. You’re free.”
I smiled. “I guess. We’re not rich, and we don’t have many things. But we don’t want that, either. Freedom is more important.”
“I agree.”
She sounded wishful. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, and I realized she’d skillfully managed to derail the conversation. It was time to get back on track.
“I want to tie you up tonight.”
“Oh.”
“I mean… I’m sorry.” I shrugged theatrically. “But why not? Sooner or later, Brooks will want to get rid of you. We can have fun until then.”
She gulped. “Please don’t let him. I know he’s mad, but maybe… maybe he’ll change his mind if you talk to him.”
“I could talk to him…”
“Yes, please.”
I pulled at her toes, and she yelped. “If I do, do I get something in exchange?”
“Y-yes. I’ll let you tie me up. Whatever you want. I’m game.”
I smirked and ran a hand up her leg. “Brilliant decision on your part. You won’t regret it.” I reached the inside of her thigh and pinched her. “I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
I helped her out of the tub and gave her a towel to dry herself off while I went to look for some clothes. All the shirts and pants I found in the wardrobe were too big for her. I couldn’t believe that Brooks had never brought a woman here. Or maybe he had, but none of them had left any clothes behind. I pulled out yet another of his flannel shirts and gave it to her. Technically, there was no point in her getting dressed, since I was going to ask her to strip in five minutes straight. But I wanted to play out my fantasy as closely as possible to the scenario I had in my head. I was going to enjoy the hell out of this!
When she was ready, I took her outside and found a good, tall tree behind the cabin.
“Strip. And make it sexy.”
She complied. Since she only had the flannel shirt to peel off, she tried to make it last. She swayed her hips to a silent tune playing in her head, and while she undid one button at a time, I prepared the rope. I’d practiced the loops and the knots in my trailer plenty, but I’d never done it on an actual female body. This was exciting.
She revealed one round, heavy breast at a time, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to tie the rope around them so tightly that they popped out nice and firm for me to suck and abuse as I pleased. When the shirt pooled around her ankles, I was hard in my pants. My cocked throbbed even though I’d just spilled my seed down her throat an hour or so before.
“Stand by the tree,” I demanded in a low, husky tone.
“You’ll be gentle, right?”
“That’s a promise.”
This wasn’t about being rough with her. I was going to take my time. There was no rush, even if my cock couldn’t wait to sink into her body and fuck her raw. I pulled her arms behind her back first, and wrapped the rope around them a few times, made four beautiful knots, then looped the rope around her middle, too. Every movement, every gesture was slow and deliberate. As I worked, I brushed my fingers over her soft skin. It was chilly outside, but she was hot and slightly sweaty. It must have been the anticipation. Her heart was beating in her chest like the wings of a scared butterfly trying to fly away from a predator. Her long hair was still wet. Drops of water ran down her fragile spine.
This was highly erotic. And she enjoyed it, I could tell.
I tied her legs together, forcing her to bend them at the knees, then threw the rope around the branch closest to the ground and pulled. She gasped when she realized I was going to suspend her from the tree.
“It… it kind of hurts.”
“Shh… just relax. Breathe into the pain. It will pass.”
“What if I fall?”
“You won’t. Trust the rope, and trust that I know how to make a knot,” I chuckled.
“Oh God… Okay.”
I suspended her with her face parallel to the ground. She had her arms behind her back
, the rope around them, as well as her middle and her knees as they were drawn to her chest holding all her weight. Once I was done, I took a few steps back to admire my work of art. She looked incredible like that! Her black hair fell like a curtain around her face, and the position and height she was suspended at gave me perfect access to her mouth and cunt, if I wanted to fuck her. And I did.
Nine
Rosalie
I let Lincoln do as he pleased. He seemed to be enjoying tying me up, and for once, I wasn’t being treated too roughly. At least not physically.
There was something to be said about being told to strip in the middle of a forest, where there were all sorts of animals, and maybe even a random stranger or two. But I had to have some faith in Lincoln. He needed my body, he needed to use me. There was no one else who would stoop to such erotic lows the way I did, so because of that, I knew I was relatively safe.
Safe from Brooks, safe from others.
Not so safe from my own feelings.
With every loop of the rope, every tight knot, every inch he was pulling me upwards, high off the ground, I felt more and more vulnerable and exposed. The rope was biting into my skin, and he had tied my arms and legs in such ways that I had no way to defend myself if anyone… if he changed his mind about our arrangement and left me to die out here – no food, no water, no shelter from the elements.
I looked at him again and saw the definite bulge in his pants.
“You’ll be fine, Rosalie, just let him have you,” I encouraged myself.
After all, it was just sex.
More than I ever had.
More fun.
More adventurous.
More sinfully depraved, and something inside of me wanted that – wanted to experience animalistic lust and passion.
I actually liked it, even. Slutty Rosalie, like they taunted me. I was ashamed and aroused. My weakness and my strength. Being taken by these men in such ways would have broken another woman, but what it did to me was to show me that I was stronger than I knew I could be. They thought they were punishing me? I had an orgasm every time, so how was that punishment?