I sigh heavily as Luke leans down to run his thick tongue in swirls around my right nipple, playfully nipping it between his teeth. A large palm begins to knead the other breast and I whimper, silently begging him to take all of me.
Yes! In a flash, large hands are wrapped underneath my upper thighs and I am positioned on the tip of his slick erection. I hear myself making silly whining sounds, begging for him to take me. He nudges just past the entrance and I begin shaking, trying hard not to bear down on what I want so badly.
“Unngh!” I call out.
He begins to steadily shove his impossible length into me and the stretching leaves me huffing out in short gasps. I’m on the verge of coming when he stills, buried deep inside of me.
“Like always, you’ll only come when I say, angel. Got it? I can tell you’re close baby. Just hold on.”
I’m clinging to him now, mindless with need. He begins to lever me up as he batters into me with steady, piston-like thrusts.
The champagne is making me feel light and tingly all over as his large fingers begin toying with my overtly stimulated clit.
I immediately shout, “Oh, God, Luke!”
“That’s right angel,” he growls in a pained voice against my parted mouth. “Come hard for me. Take it baby, it’s all for you.”
His jarring thrusts send me tumbling over the edge as everything spins into pure bliss. My pussy is tightly contracting on his straining cock as I cry out, “Oh, God! Yes, oh yes, Master!”
His pounding abruptly turns savage and is sending water splashing over the sides of the hot tub. He fucks me with all of the raw passion he has within him, and I wish there was a way to preserve this moment forever.
He shoves deep inside of me for a final time, sheathing himself to the hilt as he shouts, “Fuck, oh fuck, Violet!” He gives two more choppy uncoordinated jerks of his hips and I can feel it as he releases his hot cum deep within me.
As I glance up at the falling white snowflakes, I know without a doubt that I’ve fallen hard for him.
He places a warm hand against my cheek and stares intently into my eyes, a soft expression on his face. “Mine, you’re all mine, Violet,” he murmurs and in that moment I want nothing more than to be possessed by him.
* * *
“See, Violet? That one there is the Alpha. He’s clearly in charge. Watch how the other wolves defer to him. We even caught three of the reclusive young pups on camera yesterday. I hope Professor Ruan will be pleased when we send this initial data to her.”
“I agree, Kelsey,” I say, “and we’ll find out soon enough. She’s been anxious to see how our work is progressing.”
We’re meeting today in a private office off of the lodge’s lobby to cross reference our notes on the wolf conservation project. After the incident with the storm, we’ve all made a conscious effort to check weather reports on a variety of channels every half hour. It’s glaringly apparent that not being on your A-game in the Yukon can prove deadly. We took our regulated precautions and still ended up in trouble.
Gabe has been checking on me regularly since the incident, stopping by my room regularly to chat over hot tea from the lobby. We both are pleased with our ability to work quickly and efficiently together. I’m not big on idle talk and apparently neither is he.
Ben speaks up, “I checked the weather reports and this snow should stop during the night, so we need to plan to head up in the morning to check for frost and ice on the lines and cameras. We already know that camera five is down. We’ve lost two days due to the weather and should begin redoubling our efforts. Violet, this may not make you happy, but just for this week we’ve all agreed that you should work on reporting and electronics from here at the lodge. What happened to you on the trail is very disturbing and we all want to be certain that you feel confident before you trek back up there with us. Until then, Gabe, Kelsey, and I will handle everything up there.”
My first instinct is to argue but as I look around into the faces of my fellow researchers I see only concern. They really do want the best for me. I’m quite fortunate to have such considerate colleagues.
“All right, but know that I’ll be here working to play catch-up on the stats for us. Hopefully that will be of value. Also, Ben, if you and Gabe could give me a brush-up course on troubleshooting those feeds from here I would be grateful.”
“Of course, Violet, we’d planned on it,” Gabe replies.
Tilting her head, petite Kelsey looks at me and says, “Oh, Violet please know it was not an easy decision for us. But we want to be certain that the bump on your head is healed and we really hope that in a short amount of time that awful occurrence with the wolves will be a distant memory, all right?”
Gabe pipes up, “Hey, it’ll be tough up there without your wit, lady, but you can think of yourself as our head commando on the ground constantly watching our backs. Cool?”
Gotta love Gabe. “Yes, you can definitely count on me. But come next Monday morning, be warned, I’ll be raring to go! You promise you’ll all stay together up there?”
All three agree without hesitation.
Chapter Eleven
Canadian Psycho
The past week has flown by and Luke and I have been spending most of our non-work related time together. His sense of humor makes me feel nothing short of amazing. He is uncommonly silly when he’s not in his big, bad Dom role.
As uncomfortable as I was in the beginning, I’ve learned that Dom/sub play is exactly what I desire on a primal level. He has a natural way of tapping into my submissive needs and from his openness I know that I please the Dom side of him very much as well. The intimacy that we have experienced together is so intense and unique and I realize that it’s a once in a lifetime treasure to be so cherished. I can’t even begin to contemplate leaving him in just over two months.
After being cooped up in the lodge staring at camera feeds for a week straight, I’m more than ready to get back to the work site. My first journey back onto the mountain since my attack couldn’t have happened on a more beautiful day. The sun is shining brightly on the deep snow as Gabe and I move from camera to camera checking the wiring and the lenses. Gabe has been working with Ben and Kelsey mainly to secure the cameras from moving because of curious critters and the temperamental weather shifts. We also adjust the cameras on a regular basis depending on the footage we are getting of the wolves. If they appear in one area more than the others, we alter the camera angles to make sure we capture as many of them as possible. Luckily, it seems our work sites are popular areas for them to pass through. We have set up a few additional cameras only a few hundred yards away in what we have noticed is also a favored area.
It feels so good to get back into my work routine. I adore working in the great outdoors. There’s really nothing that can compare. I breathe the cold, fresh air into my lungs and feel energized. Despite a few hiccups since I’ve been here, my time in the Yukon has felt more like vacation than research.
Thankfully Damon has taken the hint and left me alone. I haven’t seen him since the night we argued, yet I can sense that Ross and Janelle still hope we’ll be friends. A few days ago she even offered me Damon’s email address, saying, “It would be so nice for you to keep in touch with each other.”
Luke has begun working on a logging site in a remote area about ten miles away. He texts me photos of elk and caribou throughout the day and I’ve learned that he’s also quite the tease, sexting me often.
Luke: I’m eating lunch right now but I would much rather be eating you.
Me: I’m a bad girl, I forgot to wear a bra today and my tits are jiggling around under my tight shirt. Are you gonna spank me for it?
Luke: Groannnnn, you’re killing my baby, and yes, you’ll get spanked hard tonight ... with a new toy … that hurts!
Yes, I think to myself. I’m about to be a very lucky girl!
A giggle escapes me as Gabe asks, “Hey gal, I have a cable in my bag that the dynamic duo across the way needs. Are y
ou good for five minutes while I jog this over to Kelsey and Ben?”
After everything that has happened, we feel more confident working within a ten minute walk of one another, for those “just in case” scenarios.
I glance toward my snowmobile to check that my loaded rifle is within reach. “Yes, of course.”
“I won’t be more than a few minutes,” I hear him say as he heads through the trees to our colleagues.
I glance down once more at Luke’s text and smile as I slip the cell into my pocket, thinking that I’ll make him wait out a sexy reply. I promised him that I would text him every hour during my first day back here. I’ll send him a snappy reply on my upcoming break. I continue working, thinking about the steamy night ahead of me, when I hear a motorized whine approaching and realize that it must be another snowmobile.
Gabe left on foot and this snowmobile sounds different than ours. Who would be passing through here? Maybe it’s a ranger patrolling the area.
From the winding trail I see Damon emerge through the trees. He flashes me a wide smile as he pulls to a stop near me.
I groan inwardly. Terrific, nothing I can do to avoid him now. I wish that Gabe were here to help diffuse the awkward situation I know is coming. What is he doing out here, anyway? He could easily have cornered me at the lodge if he wanted to talk. Maybe he just wants to say goodbye.
He thankfully leaves his snowmobile running as he hops off and briskly walks toward me with a boyish grin on his face.
“Hey Damon, what are you …” Before I can finish he hauls his right arm back and punches me hard right in the face.
Oh, God!
Through the pain I’m vaguely aware that I’ve fallen to my knees in agony. In seconds he’s on top of me, moving with the fleetness of an athlete. I struggle and push against him, kicking him hard in the groin as I try to scramble to my snowmobile. With a groan, Damon releases me and I crawl toward my sled.
My rifle is only a few feet away. If I could just reach it …
Springing on me like a mountain lion, Damon grabs my feet and drags me backwards. I writhe around in the deep snow as he pins me down with his weight and maneuvers my hands in front of me to bind them together.
I try to blink open my eyes but blood is clouding my vision. My nose must be broken and it’s spewing red everywhere. Suddenly his hands are at my throat and he’s squeezing hard. I frantically try to shake him off me. No luck. Without the use of my hands I have little leverage. He’s just too strong. I let out a muffled scream as everything goes hazy. Then there is only darkness.
* * *
“Wake up Violet. Wake up now. I want you to scream for me, you stupid cunt!”
Something with an awful smell is placed in front of my throbbing nose and I shake my head to get away from it. Smelling salts.
My eyes blink open and my worst fears have been realized.
The first thing I see through the fuzzy haze is Damon’s demonically grinning face. He’s wearing a crisp lab coat with “Dr. Holden, Chief of Surgery” written in navy script on the breast pocket.
What the hell happened to me?
“I’m so happy that you’ve finally decided to listen to me for a change. I’ve been waiting for a while now for you to come to.”
My mind is racing as he pulls up a stainless steel chair to sit directly in front of me. I glance around and determine that we are in some kind of underground cellar because there is a distinct lack of windows. It looks like an operating room because of the stark, snow-white tiles lining the floor and walls.
There is nothing in the room aside from the chair he’s sitting on and a stainless steel and glass fireplace in the corner that’s thankfully throwing off heat. I glance up and see that my arms are pulled above me and suspended by steel chains attached to a pulley screwed into the ceiling. I’m naked and my feet are planted on the tiled floor beneath me.
Holy hell.
Taking a shaky breath, I begin, “Damon, I’m truly sorry that I offended you. Had I met you first, before Luke, perhaps things might have happened differently between us.”
God, he looks completely maniacal.
With a false sigh he smiles and crosses his long legs in front of him.
“You had the perfect scenario before you, Violet. Perfect life, married to a surgeon, a big house with a white picket fence and all the trimmings. Yet you decided on a blue collar fucking logger over me!” he roars as I try to shrink back in fear.
He can’t contain his growing rage and I do what I can to divert him.
Lie to him, feed his ego.
“Damon, I’m so sorry. Really, you are an amazing guy. I should have given you more of a chance. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Save it sweetheart. Luke and his brother aren’t the only ones who are into jacked up shit with women.”
Cold sweat starts running down my back. What is he talking about?
“I like you so I’ll be perfectly honest with you and lay it all out. See, Cassie and I had a fight that night about me not being able to get it up for her.”
My mouth falls open in shock.
“Ahh, don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll please me perfectly. See, my cock will get hard as a rock as soon as I hear you scream in pain.”
No, God no! Luke, please find me!
“I’m going to hurt you. Badly. And the only thing that you can be certain of is that the pain and violence will steadily increase until you beg me to end it and take your life. At that point I’m going to fuck you senseless and then kill you. Sounds like a brilliant plan, right? You like the pain, don’t you baby?”
Desperate now, I try to buy some time. “Damon, I have a fantasy about being kidnapped by a sexy guy who holds me captive as his slave. Can we do that together? I’ll make your every fantasy come true, okay? You can keep me as long as you want and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
He throws me a look of disgust. “You had your chance, you dumb slut.”
He stands and kicks the metal chair away.
“Please, Damon, don’t hurt me,” I beg. “You can just let me go and we can forget all of this, all right?”
Don’t cry! Don’t cry!
“Now Violet, do you really want to spoil all my fun? You owe me, baby. All of that shit you pulled, the embarrassment you caused me. You really didn’t think you’d have to make it up to me?”
He has that sparkle in his eye again as he reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out two long, thin needles. Adrenaline floods my system as I begin to twist around in panic. He laughs.
“Going somewhere, Violet? Now hold still because I know that you’re into this shit. And trust me, baby, I’m better at it than Benoit. So behave and if you don’t do as I say to the letter, I’ll put the needles somewhere far more painful, like your eyes.”
I cringe in terror and am immediately still. I can’t hide the tremors that are shaking my body as he steps in close to me.
“Mmm, yeah, I like that fear. Keep it up, sweetheart. Now don’t worry, being a physician, I can assure you that these are sterile.”
My eyes widen as I look down at the needles. He cruelly grabs hold of one of my nipples and shoves the long needle right through it.
“Aaiiieee!” I scream in abject pain. I breathe frantically, like a rabbit in a snare as I stare down at my punctured nipple. Blood is leaking down my chest in tiny droplets.
“Excellent! Now for the other one.”
In defense mode, I try to swing away and he takes a step back.
“Are you that stupid that you really want to test me? I’m serious about the eyes.”
I freeze as he smiles and steps forward again. “Thought so.”
I try to look away and think of something else—Luke and his sweet kisses—but the needle causes white pain to shoot through my other breast and I cry out again in utter distress.
“I know, Violet, you must be getting turned on now right? Let’s check.”
I whimper as he reaches between my legs and gives me
a questioning look.
“You must like it even more brutal than this because you’re dry, sweetheart. Let’s get you a drink. Trust me, you’ll need it. We have a long night ahead of us.”
You could never get me wet, you sick fucker!
Damon passes out of the room and I look up, frantically attempting to dislodge the pulley, but it’s bolted securely to the ceiling. The only door looks thick and there are no windows. I haven’t a clue where I could be. My only hope is to try to buy time until Luke somehow finds me or Damon lets me down so I can fight him like a wildcat.
The door swings open again.
“My, those look lovely on your tits, so primal. Here, drink this.”
I want to smash the glass into the fucker’s smug face but I take a sip. Orange juice.
“I don’t want you passing out on me just yet. So tell me, Violet, did Luke ever make you scream like I just did?”
I can’t resist and lash out, “Fine, you twisted fuck, you wanna hear the truth? Oh yeah he did, I screamed for him ’til his windows shook and his bed nearly broke from the rough way we fucked each other but it was in total pleasure from his skilled domination of me. It felt so good, Damon, nothing like this whacked out sadistic shit you’re into!”
I nearly spit the last words into his enraged face.
He looks beyond livid and quickly tries to cover it with a cool smile. He sneers at me, “Okay, baby, enough with the fucking foreplay. Let’s have some fun.”
I watch him turn and stalk toward the fireplace. At first I think he’s just standing there, creating a new sick plan, when a chill goes down my spine. He is twisting something around in the fire.
Calmly he tells me, “Some guys like to collar their women, but I however prefer a more permanent method of ownership. I can’t say that Cassie agreed with this. But then again that dumb whore is long gone. I fed pieces of her to the wolves. Fitting for such a bitch.”
I begin hyperventilating as a red-hot circular brand is pulled out of the fire. I can see that it’s about the circumference of a coffee mug and has the letters “DH” set in a medieval looking script blazing brightly on the hot iron.
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