The Hunter's Pet

by Loki Renard

  Swishing her fingers through the water, Sarah watched the ripples of light reflecting off the pristine white bottom of the bath. There wasn’t anything the city dwellers didn’t harness for their own ends, not heat or water or light. They were masters of the world, but they were cut off from it. She did not know if she could tolerate such an alien existence.

  As the water grew cold, Sarah decided to get out. She left the bathroom and began wandering through the house, liking the way the soft floor coverings absorbed the water still running off her naked body.

  “Hey!” William exclaimed as she came upon him. “What about drying yourself off?”

  “I’ll dry soon,” she said, ignoring him.

  “No, you’ll get your naked bottom back to the bathroom and dry off there before you soak the carpet.”

  “Soak the what?”

  He looped an arm around her wet waist and picked her up, swatting her backside as he carried her back to the bathroom. He had been right. Spankings did sting more on a wet bottom.

  “You have to dry off with a towel when you’re wet,” he explained, tossing the length of fabric about her shoulders, then working it over her entire body bit by bit, absorbing each and every last droplet of water as he went. He even went so far as to dab the green curls over her mound.

  “Right,” he said. “Now you can go.”

  “Where?”

  “Good question. Do you want to see your room?”

  “My room?”

  “A place you can go to sleep, or when you want to be alone.”

  She looked at him as if he were insane. “I come from the wilds,” she said, her voice melodic even when filled with derision. “What use do I have for a room when the world is my room? I am not one of you cowards who hides behind shields of fire and walls of rock.”

  “In the wild you had your cave,” he reminded her. “A room is simply a different kind of cave.”

  Begrudgingly, Sarah inwardly admitted that the city itself was really only a series of caves, a human nest of a kind, like a termite mound. That didn’t mean she liked it. There were too many people, taking up too much space, needing too many things.

  “Here,” he said, leading her into a room that seemed no different from any of the others except for what it contained. “This is yours.”

  There was a big soft puffy object that Sarah stared at for a long moment before realizing that it must be a bed. In the wild she had usually slept in a tree, away from predators. Her reed hammock had been perfectly comfortable. Aside from the bed, there was not much in the room. A window let in purple-tinged light beyond which the city could be seen in all its strange glory.

  “I’ll let you get settled in. Call out if you need anything. If you get hungry, anything.”

  He left the room, shutting the door behind him. Sarah looked around. The room was too large. Too unnatural. She didn’t like it at all. She was on the verge of panic when she spotted another door. Opening it, she found a smaller room inside the room, one with a single metal branch running across the top of it. There was a large brown fur tossed over the branch. She pulled that down, along with one of the soft things from the bed, pillows, her mother had called them, and pushed them both into the little corner of the space. It was a comfortable little bed, almost as comfortable as one of her little forest nooks, except this one did not have the sun gently filtering through cracks in the rock, nor did it store the heat from the day and radiate it into the surrounding space.

  Chapter Two

  William went looking for Sarah not long later and found her seemingly absent. Certain that she had not escaped, he started looking for her. There were not many hiding places in the room. When he did not find her under the bed he looked in the closet, where he discovered her curled up on a fur coat, fast asleep. She looked peaceful and content although she was curled up in a position that would have left most city dwellers working out cricks and cramps for days on end.

  “Sarah.” He said her name softly. She stirred briefly, then came to full awareness. These wild ones, they did not have the luxury of slowly waking up when they were disturbed. He made sure to keep his distance, in case she lashed out reflexively.

  “What?” She sat cross-legged and scowled at him.

  “Time to eat. Come on,” he beckoned. “I think you’ll like this.”

  She had to be hungry. He could hear her stomach growling as she followed him out to the kitchen.

  “There is no food here,” she said, sounding disappointed until he opened the refrigerator. There, before her astonished eyes was all manner of food—fruits and vegetables, meats and eggs. There was more food there than she had ever seen in her life.

  “How did you get all of this?” She wandered forward, her mouth open in amazement.

  William chuckled and patted her naked bottom lightly. “There are markets where food is sold.”

  She darted in, grabbed the first thing to come to hand, which happened to be an apple, and made a full speed retreat back to the closet, leaving William scratching his head. He followed after her and found her wolfing down the fruit in her self-made den.

  “That’s not how we eat here. We sit at a table and we converse.”

  She shoved as much of the apple into her mouth as she could and shook her head.

  “Come on,” he said. “You have to have been taught better than this. Tell me how you came to be in the wilds.”

  He sat outside the closet while she chewed her mouthful, then began to talk. “When they started looking for people with the mutation, my parents took me into the wilds. I was very young.”

  “Ah, but they raised you like a citizen, taught you the language of the cities, and some of the customs too, I’ll warrant.”

  “They tried.” Sarah shrugged. “But they got sick and they died and then I was on my own and I looked after myself.”

  “You survived.”

  “Yeah.” She took another bite of the apple. “I survived without a city and without a family.” She gave him a defiant stare over the remaining red round of the fruit.

  “There is more to life than just surviving,” William said gently. “I’m going to show you that. There’s going to be rules you won’t like, and there will be consequences you’ll like even less if you break those rules, but there are going to be plenty of new things to enjoy. Pleasures you haven’t dreamed of.”

  Her expression was skeptical, but she had finished the apple and she was obviously still hungry.

  “First of those pleasures,” he said. “Chocolate ice cream.”

  “That sounds disgusting.”

  “Mhm.” William returned to the kitchen and prepared a small bowl of ice cream. Sarah approached it cautiously, sniffing the air. He pushed it toward her and was about to add a spoon when she lowered her head and licked the surface. There was a moment of silence, then she raised her head and smiled broadly.

  “That is good.”

  “It is,” he said, stopping her before she could dive face-first into the bowl. “Now comes the rule. We eat with utensils. You know what a spoon is?”

  “Of course I know what a spoon is,” she scowled at him. “I don’t need one though.”

  “Use one anyway.” He slid the shiny object across the counter.

  Reluctantly, she picked it up. In short order, a very pretty naked woman was sitting at his kitchen counter eating ice cream. She almost looked civilized, save for the cascading green locks and the wicked purple eyes, which were gleaming with happiness. It didn’t matter if the woman was wild or not, William mused to himself, chocolate solved a whole lot of problems.

  “Now,” he said. “Clothing.”

  “My clothes are in the bath.”

  “Those clothes are not ideal,” William said. “When you’re working, you’ll wear armor. Around the house you need to wear something else, a dress maybe? You like skirts?”

  “I don’t care about clothes,” she said, picking the bowl up and licking it. “I want more of this.”

  “We
ll, if you want more of that, then you need to wear something. Not that I necessarily mind you naked,” he said, winking. “If you want to run your bare bottom around this house, I am sure I can adjust.”

  Sarah scowled at him. “What are you talking about?”

  He realized that she’d never been hit on before. She didn’t know what flirtation was. Her innocence was somewhat endearing, though it was tempered with the scowl. Yet thinking back to the bath, he knew she was certainly receptive to a man’s touch.

  Moving around the counter, William closed the distance between them. All thought of clothing her had fled his mind. Hunger was rising, piqued by the hardening of her nipples in subconscious response to his proximity. Her violet eyes widened, her pupils enlarging. Her shoulders straightened and her back lifted and she thrust her breasts out toward him.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And your body is gorgeous, and I can’t keep my eyes off it.” He reached out and ran his hand down her back and cupped her bottom, squeezing her bare cheek. It was so soft and yet firm, the perfect shape to fit into his large palm.

  Sarah did not object. If anything she moved so that he could touch her more freely, pressing her chest against his armor, which was suddenly so constricting he wanted to tear it off. Lowering his head, he let his lips brush against hers in a soft kiss. Her lips parted instinctively, allowing his tongue to gently penetrate her mouth and find her tongue. Slowly, he let his mouth seduce hers, lapping and swirling and kissing with gentle insistence. She tasted like chocolate and freedom, and though she had almost certainly never been kissed before, she responded to him with an instinct that also made her spread her thighs, inviting him to stroke the lips of her pussy.

  He was going to fuck her. That was a foregone conclusion. The tight pussy seeping juices onto his waiting finger was going to be wrapped around his cock soon. He let the finger drift between her lips and tenderly teased the outside of her channel.

  Breaking their kiss, he looked down at her tenderly. “Do you want more?”

  She nodded, then squealed as he picked her up and carried her off, not to the little room that was hers, but to a bigger space right at the very top of the house. There were more windows than walls up there in his bedroom, which commanded views of not just the city, but the wilds outside the dome. He loved being up there, and having his naked wild woman with him made the view all the more exquisite.

  Sarah sprawled on the bed, the wet slit of her pussy inviting him in. Perhaps he should have taken things slower, perhaps he should have spent more time in seduction, but her body was ready and he could not hold back any longer.

  Covering her body with his own, he pressed his cock between her lips and began sliding into her pussy. She was tight, and he heard her gasp once or twice, but the sensation of her slick, hot, tight passage opening for him and wrapping around him was irresistible. She felt like heaven as he settled his cock deep inside her body and looked down into her sparkling violet eyes.

  Looking up at him, she smiled playfully and ground her hips. A typical virgin she was not. There was no blushing, no complaints of discomfort. Her hymen was non-existent, no doubt long ago disintegrated due to her highly physical lifestyle.

  “I like this,” she said, nipping his nose lightly. She was already trying to goad him into a more physical lovemaking, he could feel it in the impatient rising of her hips. He could have given way to primal instinct and fucked her like an animal in heat, but he wanted there to be some tenderness and order to the occasion.

  “Good,” he said. “I like it too, very much.” Words seemed entirely inept for describing just how good it felt to be inside her. She was hot and she was wicked and each slow plunge of his hips brought with it fresh ripples of delight.

  “More,” she said, greedily bucking her hips up against him.

  “There’s more,” he chided gently. “Be patient.”

  Patience was not one of her virtues. She squirmed so much that he finally resorted to holding her in place, one hand on each wrist as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her pussy.

  “Everything is about control with you,” she complained, panting as his cock slid slowly in and out of her pulsing slit. He could feel her walls contracting around him, nullifying her complaints. She loved being taken. She loved being controlled. Even if she fought against it. Perhaps especially if she fought against it.

  Releasing one of her hands, William moved to the side, pressed his fingers to the nub of her clit and rubbed gently, thrusting in and out of her with desperately slow strokes that would not allow her to reach the peak she was straining for. The sight of her tight lips wrapped around his shaft, her vulva swelling to accommodate his thickness almost put him over the edge, but he maintained control. Self-control was just as important as any control he might have over her; more so, even.

  With the pads of his fingertips working in soft little circles, he watched her moan and blush. Her pale skin was flushed from breast to cheeks, her body’s preparation for the orgasm that was welling inside her. He could feel it in the ever-insistent clenching of her walls. Pretty soon she was going to take what she needed, whether he allowed it or not.

  Knowing that, he clamped one hand on her hip and began fucking her hard and fast. His balls slapped against her bottom as he plunged inside her, the frothing rising of his own orgasm rushing upon him as he ground against her tender pussy, using every inch of her willing cunt.

  Sarah squealed with pleasure, holding onto him for dear life as her breasts jiggled with the force of his thrusts. She was cumming. The tight walls of her pussy gripped his cock so tightly that it was almost impossible to move in that hot wet space. Her cunt contracted against him, demanding his cum, drawing it out with the pulsing of her orgasm. He grunted her name as his hips locked and he thrust himself as deep inside her as he could go, bathing her unprotected pussy with pulsing eddies of seed.

  It was the single best climax of William’s life, and the aftermath, watching his essence slide from the well-fucked lips of her eager pussy was a thrill he would not soon forget. She was so beautiful, so willing in the bedroom. He could not have been more pleased with his pet. He laid down next to her, stretched out on his stomach as the soporific effects of orgasm began to take hold.

  She ran her fingers sweetly through his hair and looked at him with sparkling eyes. “You are my mate. A mate must obey.”

  Her submission was pleasing, but William didn’t trust it entirely. It had come far too quickly. “Well,” he said. “I’m glad you are planning to be more obedient from now on…” he trailed off, because she was shaking her head.

  “You are my mate,” she said with more emphasis. “You obey me.”

  William laughed. That did not seem to please her. She leaped up from the bed, covered his back with her nubile frame, and sank her teeth into the back of his neck.

  The change from pleasure to pain happened so suddenly, William was hardly prepared for it. Letting out a curse, he tried to dislodge her, but was not entirely successful at first. She held on for dear life, punishing him with her sharp teeth. A trickling down the back of his neck told him that she’d drawn blood. That was the final straw. Dragging her off his back by her leg, he flipped her onto the bed and pinned her.

  “Don’t you ever do anything like that again,” he growled down at her. The smile slowly faded from her face to be replaced by a look of confusion and annoyance.

  “You mated with me,” she said. “You wanted to be mine.”

  “I wanted you to be mine,” he clarified. “And regardless, you don’t bite people.”

  “I do.” She proved the point by biting him again, a swift snap to his lower forearm.

  Wasting no more words on his feral lover, William flipped her over onto her stomach and started spanking her tight, pert cheeks. Each slap bloomed under his palm with red hue. He was not angry with her so much as he was deeply concerned. Though he had not expressly made love to her in the hopes of creating a more submis
sive dynamic, he had certainly never anticipated the closeness causing more trouble. In hindsight, as her bottom bounced under his palm, he supposed he had been stupid to think he could make love to her and trust her on the very first day. This one needed firm handling.

  “You will always obey me,” he informed the back of her head. “Whether we mate or not, I am your master.”

  “You’re not worthy!” She threw the insult over her shoulder, her pretty face twisted up with anger.

  It was obvious that he was not getting through to her. Spanking did not teach her a lesson, it irritated her and further strengthened her rebellion.

  He went to the thick leather strap that was coiled in his bedside drawer. Taking a tight grip of one end, William brought the long tongue down across her disobedient bottom. There was a loud crack, followed by a yelp of surprise and a deep red elongated rectangle appeared across both her cheeks.

  William paused to see how she would take it. She surprised him by staying quite still, her head still to the side, which allowed him to see the expression on her face. She seemed to be… listening. Odd.

  Knowing full well one cut of the leather would not be enough to settle his hellion, William repeated the process not once, not twice, but thrice, slapping the leather across her bottom with gusto. One stripe landed across the crown of her cheeks, the other a little lower than that and the third caught the rising underside of her beautiful red bottom.

  He had expected her to cry out in protest, but she simply let out a little whimpering sigh and lay still. Against all common sense, the harsher punishment seemed to have relaxed her. She was no longer holding tension in every part of her body. Her eyes were closed, almost as if she were in repose.

  “Sarah?”

  Long lashes opened slowly. “Mmm?”