“Come back!” he shouted, but a mischievous impulse came over her.
“Come and get me!” she yelled.
“What?”
“I need rescuing!” She slipped behind a broad-trunked tree, keeping it between herself and the campsite.
“Seriously?” he shouted. Giggling, she pressed herself against the tree, the bark grazing her nipples and belly, and waited. Before long she could hear Peter stepping through undergrowth in the distance. “Isabel?”
“Come and find me,” she yelled. He was getting closer. There was a delicious frisson in being hunted and a thrill of fear prevented her from peeking to see how far away he was.
“Isabel!” His voice was very close now. Without knowing which direction he was coming from, she burst from her hiding place and sprinted for the opposite side of the campsite. He had been on her left, and he came after her. As she ran, she looked over her shoulder at him. He was loping rather than sprinting and she saw the flash of his teeth in the darkness. Good, he seemed to be enjoying himself too. She speeded up, but he caught up with her quickly, and soon he was on her back. She dodged left and gained a few yards, and left again, and then right. At last, he caught her by some trees near the rock, seizing her by the waist. His teeth snatched at her neck for a second and let go again and he pulled her down in a tackle, cushioning her body against the ground with his. They fell to the earth laughing. Isabel was out of breath.
“That was fun!” she gasped.
“Yes it was,” he said in a low, purring voice. “You really gave me a run for my money there. I didn’t expect you to be so fast!”
“I used to run track, you know,” Isabel replied.
“Wow! You did? What distances?”
“100 and 200 meter dash, of course, that’s why I’ve got an ass like this!” she said, laughing.
“I love your ass,” Peter said, stroking one of her cheeks. He and Isabel were now snuggled in a spooning position, propped up on their elbows. “You’re like a gazelle,” he said, stroking her thigh, and looked down at her with something approaching tenderness. “Quick and strong, but fragile as well. My little gazelle.” His tone was almost crooning and Isabel’s body twitched, surprised at his softness.
“A gazelle and a wolf together,” she said. “I think I know how that story ends.”
“A wolf? You call me a wolf?”
“Maybe,” she said, blushing beetroot. He laughed loudly, throwing his head back.
“Is that funny?”
“Kind of. I’ve been reading about your Big Bad Wolf actually.” His pelvis made a small movement and Isabel realised that he’d grown hard again, his cock pressing against the cleft of her ass. “Perhaps I’ll show you what happens to little girls who go wandering off in the forest!” he said, his voice taking on a playfully sinister tone. Isabel froze, a cold thrill running through her. He was joking, of course he was. But she had no idea what he meant, and this was enough to make her nervous.
Peter pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the trees. There was one with roots that spread out wide around its base, like tangled knitting. He deposited her on top of one of the root clusters, turning her so she was facing the trunk of the tree. She put her hands against the trunk to balance herself and looked for him over her shoulder, but she couldn’t see him from that angle.
“I should punish you for running away from me,” he said, and swatted her ass with his hand. Isabel gasped, and at the same moment thought that this was something that she might enjoy quite a lot. Being spanked was a fantasy she’d been having since she was in her teens.
Instead, Peter stood close behind her, grasped her by her hips, and in a fluid movement, pushed himself inside her. The gasp Isabel let out this time was almost a scream. She’d been unprepared for so abrupt an entry. Peter was still for a moment, allowing her to adjust herself around him, and then he began to thrust, slowly. He made a sound a lot like a growl next to her ear. Isabel shuddered. His evident pleasure was very arousing to her. What he was doing to her was also starting to feel really good. She liked this position; it was intense without being too deep. His hands came around and cupped her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples into fiery points. One hand slid down to her clit, and, as his hardness slipped in and out of her, he circled it softly. The teeth on her neck were replaced by his tongue, licking at the beads of perspiration breaking out on her skin. She moaned and sighed, overwhelmed by so much of her body being pleasured at once. Involuntarily, she arched her back and he responded, moving faster and harder, his hips butting against her ass, going deeper and deeper inside her.
“How’s your punishment, Bella?” he hissed through clenched teeth.
“It’s great!” she exclaimed. As suddenly as he’d entered her, he pulled out.
“Well, we have to stop for now,” he said.
“What?” she yelped. Instead of answering, he stepped away and walked over to the fire site, leaving her leaning against the tree. Isabel turned and watched him go. He was still hard and she was very confused.
“Are you mad at me?” she shouted to him.
“No. But we need to have dinner,” he shouted back. Isabel turned her back to the tree and leaned against it, watching him. She’d been so turned on, and he’d left her hanging. Frustration crackled through her body.
“Do you need any help?” she called, failing to keep a sulky tone out of her voice.
“No, I’m good,” he replied. He positioned the logs they’d collected around the fire site and lit a flame that caught quickly. Then he went over to his bag and pulled out a wire rack with what looked like a stand attached to it. He set it over the fire and took some containers out of his bag. A breeze blew through the trees and Isabel shivered. She hadn’t noticed how cold she was until now. She picked her way down through the knotted roots and walked over to the fire. The Wolf looked up at her.
“Glad you could make it,” he said, and her annoyance immediately dissolved into laughter. She sat down on one of the furs and he passed her another one to wrap around herself. He reached into the bag again and pulled out some wine and two cups. He filled the cups and passed one to her. It had a heady aroma, and she took a cautious gulp. It was rich and delicious. Peter bumped his cup against hers.
“From Romania, with love,” he said.
“This is Romanian wine?”
“Yes. I get it imported. It’s some of the best in Europe, but hardly anyone knows this.”
“I’m very impressed. My experience of European wine extends to French, Italian and Spanish.”
“Our wine is purer. We don’t use lots of fertilizers that contaminate the land.”
‘So, it’s like, organic?”
“Yes, exactly,” he said. Isabel took a bigger gulp and watched as he took some meat out of the bag and put it on the wire rack, just out of reach of the flames. On an empty stomach, the alcohol was making her pleasantly woozy. Before long, a delicious scent of barbecued steak filled the air.
“How do you like it?” Peter asked. “And please don’t tell me ‘well done’?”
“No – rare works for me.”
“Perfect.” Peter snatched the steaks from the grill and put them on metal plates. Then he produced a salt and pepper grinder from somewhere and seasoned them well.
“You think of everything!” Isabel said.
“I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed the experience of having dinner out here,” he replied, with a flicker of self-consciousness. “I’ve got salad too.” Plastic containers of beans, tomatoes and cucumbers were tipped onto her plate, and he passed her some cutlery. Isabel took another gulp of her wine and cut into the meat. It was incredible, by far the best steak she’d ever tasted. Peter acknowledged her praise, looking pleased.
They spoke little as they ate, Isabel consumed by the full sensual experience of the barbecue in the forest. He ate quickly, with pleasure, and Isabel noticed that his portion was three times the size of hers, but he still finished before she did.
“Your appetite would put all my guy friends to shame!” she couldn’t resist saying.
“Oh, really?” He seemed embarrassed. “I burn a lot of energy, I guess.”
“It wasn’t a criticism, I was more impressed. I like a guy with a healthy appetite,” she said, laying a hand on his thigh. He smiled at her.
“Let’s digest for a while,” he said, and took her plate from her. He moved all the food utensils away from them, and pulled her down onto the skins, holding her from behind. Isabel sighed, absolutely content. Looking straight up, she could barely make out the stars in the sky between the tree branches and the moon was off-center and obscured by a cloud. Everything else away from the fire was blackness. It was soothing being safe in the arms of The Wolf in the midst of the dark unknown. After a while, Peter began to hum a tune, something ancient and foreign-sounding. It was beautiful and sad and lonely, and it went on for a long time without any break or noticeable change to another tune.
“Did you like it when I smacked your ass, Bella?” he asked suddenly. Isabel’s breath caught in her chest. A dart of fire shot all the way down between her thighs. No-one had asked her about her darkest fantasies before, and she felt like she didn’t have enough breath to answer him.
“Yes,” she managed at last. His hand moved onto her ass, and he stroked both of her firm, high globes.
“I had the feeling you did,” he said. “Have you done this before?”
“No,” she said in a small voice.
“Ah, just a fantasy.” He continued stroking her ass. It was arousing, relaxing and vulnerable all at the same time. She held herself motionless, hoping as much as fearing he was going to spank her again.
“Maybe I would hurt you too much, Bella,” he growled in her ear. She made a sound, unsure what to articulate, thinking of the hugeness of his hands. Gradually, so she’d barely noticed, he’d maneuvered her body so that she was on her front, lying over his thighs. His fingertips continued to trace over her cheeks, writing letters, maybe entire words. “Why did you make a profile on the website?” he asked.
“Uh – ” Isabel faltered, stunned by the question. Her head swam as she tried to piece together an answer. “I’ve always had a thing for being dominated, like, someone else fully taking control of me.”
“And you are into sado-masochism?”
“No. I mean, not exactly. I know that’s what the site is all about, so in a way I felt a bit weird that I was on it, like I had no right to be there or something. But I’ve been looking for a dominant man, and I just thought that might be a good place to find one.” She sensed that her words were exciting The Wolf. His hands were kneading at her flesh, pushing her thighs further apart. It was hot and uncomfortable to be questioned by him in this position.
“But you fantasize about being spanked,” he said, and at the same time landed a slap on her ass. It wasn’t a hard one, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her. He followed it up with another one on her other cheek. “That’s a little kinky, as they say on this website.” He chuckled, and slapped her twice more. She squirmed, embarrassed at acknowledging to both him and herself that she might have a ‘kink’. “What else do you think about?” he asked. She was silent, turning over her thoughts, and he took his hand away from her body, clearly waiting for an answer.
“Sometimes I fantasize about being held down during sex,” she said in a whisper.
“Good,” he replied. And with that, he landed another slap on her left cheek, then one on her right. They were rewards for her revealing her secrets, but punishments as well, and the more confusing this was, the more aroused she became.
He slapped her once more, on the flesh right at the top of her thigh, on one side and then the other. Isabel cried out. These stung, but in a deeply pleasurable way that made her long for more.
“What else?” he demanded.
“Being tied up,” she said, even more quietly.
“Really?” he said, and spanked her again, and again, raining down a dozen of them, all over her ass. Isabel cried out at each one, semi-aware that she had started grinding her clit against his thigh. The last two slaps were too much to bear on her tenderized flesh and tears came to her eyes.
“Have you had enough?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, gratefully. The Wolf’s hand moved between her legs.
“Mmm, you do like being spanked,” he said. Isabel groaned as he slid a finger inside her. She was drenched again, and burning for him to enter her. He lifted her hips up and moved himself out from underneath her, then placed her back in the same position again. “That’s quite sexy, Bella,” he said, close to her ear. She felt his body crouching over her, his hardness sliding back and forth, across the back of her thighs. He moved closer, his knees pushing her thighs further apart and his breath on the back of her neck. She wanted him badly. But she also wanted to be able to see him for once.
“Wait!” she shouted.
“What?” he said, his movements stopping abruptly. Just in time, she remembered that she was supposed to be submitting to him without question.
“No, nothing,” she said quickly.
“Tell me?”
“No, it’s ok. I know I’m not supposed to ask you.” Peter let out a bark of laughter.
“I’ll let you ask me, just this once.”
“Ok. It’s just – I was wondering. Do we always have to have sex from, you know, from behind? I mean, I’d really like to do it face-to-face as well.”
“Ah.” He pulled away, and sat back on his haunches. He seemed to be thinking. Isabel lay motionless. Was he angry? Had she just ruined everything with that question? What was he even thinking about? Minutes passed. He stood up.
“Wait here, Bella. Don’t move from this position. I’ll be back in a minute,” he said. And he disappeared.
Isabel did as he told her, remaining spread-eagled and face-down on the animal skin. But, as soon as she could no longer hear his footsteps, uneasiness crept over her. When she turned her head to the side, all she could see was the blackness of the woods. She was all alone, as defenseless as a prey animal, prone in the forest with no-one to protect her. What if an animal found her – like a real wolf, for example? The urge to curl up into a ball and pull the other skin over her was overwhelming. But Peter had told her to stay where she was. She pressed her face into her palms, fears of predators crowding into her mind. A whisper of breeze blew over her body, chilling the damp place between her legs and, despite her proximity to the fire, she was cold again. She started to count the seconds to keep her thoughts from running away with her.
When she got to 173, there was a crashing sound in the distance. It should be Peter, but it could be anything at all. She began to tremble. Unable to contain herself any longer, she lifted her head up, in time to see Peter bounding over to her.
“Isabel! What’s wrong?” he said, catching sight of her panic-stricken face.
“I was really scared by myself,” she said, hearing the childishness in her own voice.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” he threw himself to the ground next to her. She picked up the scent of fresh perspiration, as if he’d been running. “You were perfectly safe here. You have to trust me.” She met his eyes, with a “but” half-formed on her lips. “Trusting me is part of the submission I require from you,” he said in a harder voice. She nodded minutely.
“Ok,” she said. “I’ll remember this.” He brushed a lock of her caramel-red hair out of her face.
“Good,” he said. “Have some more wine. It’ll relax you again.” He refilled her glass and passed it to her and she drank deeply. “Now you can lie on your back.”
Isabel turned onto her back and looked up at The Wolf, as he cast a long glance over her body, lingering on her breasts and the tiny dark strip of hair on her Mount of Venus. He crouched above her, huge and muscle-bound, and Isabel could see that he was hard again and ready for her. She reached out to touch his cock, and instantly that fierce, animal look came into his eyes again. He swatted
her hand away. He had something in his hand. She’d been too preoccupied imagining being attacked by wild animals to wonder what he’d been doing while he was gone. She could see now that was a piece of fabric. He stretched it between his hands, and leaned towards her.
“I’m going to keep you blindfolded while we have sex,” he said, and his face became deadly serious. “Isabel, it’s very important that you don’t peek. If you see any light coming from under the blindfold, you must close your eyes. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said, and he tied the blindfold over her eyes, knotting it firmly behind her head.
“Can you see anything?” he asked.
“No,” she replied. “But please don’t leave me!” He laughed softly.
“I won’t. I promise.”
The Wolf didn’t touch her immediately, but she was reassured by the contact of his knees against the insides of her thighs. Deprived of one of her senses, the other four were heightened, and she became hyper aware of the scent of his body and the slight catch in his breathing that was almost a growl. She tried to relax and savor the moment. It was very hot lying like this, naked and vulnerable, waiting for Peter to claim her body, not knowing where he’d touch her next.
The soft flickering of his tongue on her right nipple drew a shudder out of her, and his hand came up to cup her breast. He began to suck her nipple, drawing it into his mouth, his fingers gently kneading. His other hand went to her left breast, and she sighed in pleasure. The grazing of his sharp teeth shot comets of arousal all the way down to her clit. His mouth moved to her other breast, and he took his time bathing it in little licks, before taking the whole nipple into his mouth. He rolled her other nipple between his fingers, creating an equal heat. Isabel’s arousal was building and building, and she burned for him to be inside her. At last, his hands were on her thighs, spreading her legs wider and holding them where they were. She squirmed, her flesh glowing from the certainty that it was under his scrutiny. He took her hands and lifted them above her head, pinning her wrists together with one of his huge hands. Instinctively, she tried to pull her arms away, testing his grip. As she’d expected, he didn’t budge an inch.
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