The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales

by Zoe Blake

  “Oh yeah.” She rocked her bottom back against him, secretly laughing that anyone would think this a deterrent. “Teach me, baby. Teach me all night long.”

  Bain laughed then too—a low, throaty, ominous chuckle—and yet, it wasn’t until he pinned her hips to his own that Goldi realized sex might not be the “punishment” he had in mind. Then his fingers splayed, reaching down to prise the slick folds of her sex open, laying the very tender inner pinkness and her vulnerable clit bare to both the open air and the crop in Kaden’s hand.

  “Oh shit,” Goldi said, watching horrified as Kaden lowered his arm, adjusting the angle of attack as he took up a new position beside rather than in front of her. When he lay his palm upon her belly, she flinched and flinched again when the flat leather tip of the crop rested briefly on her clit. It tapped twice, the only warning he would give.

  “Don’t hit my fingers,” Bain said, the hot brush of his breath sending sparks of hot panic racing through all her firing nerves.

  “Don’t worry,” Kaden said, but Goldi was too busy fighting Bain’s unbreakable hold and the bonds on her wrists to wonder whether he meant her or his brother. “I never miss.”

  “Shit!” she squeaked. Every muscle locked down as he flicked his wrist back. Then he struck.

  She screamed.

  Fucking were-bears!

  Chapter Three

  Goldi threw her whole body into the involuntary buck and squirm that followed the bite of that crop as it hit square on her most sensitive sexual flesh. Her ears rang. She might have screamed; she honestly couldn’t remember what sound might have preceded the mewling squeals she was making now. All she did know was, although Kaden hadn’t struck anywhere near his hardest—hell, he’d barely done more than flick his wrist—that dead-on hit was enough to convince her that she did not want that same spot struck again. Ever. And especially not by him.

  In the throes of hurt, she fought her bonds, but the spreader bar affixed to the floor bolt kept her from climbing the ceiling chains, which in turn refused to let her fall. Between the two, all she could do was hang there, her lean body stretched for their ease of access and amusement. The posture reduced all her most frantic efforts to nothing more than ineffective wriggles as she alternately pushed, pulled and twisted. Gradually though, the pain receded and her burst of desperate strength failed. Her mewling cries grew softer, diminishing to little more than breathy gasps. For a while, Goldi just hung there, aware of nothing but the pulsing heat growing up through her wounded clit, turning the lingering sting of pain into a thumping pulse of pleasure.

  Half-groaning and half-purring, Bain moaned hot against her ear, “Oh my God… good girl. Good girl.”

  That was when she realized her hips would not hold still and oh, but what her wriggling had done to the cock nestled eagerly in the crack of her ass. She was grinding on him, lulled from the fast, frantic up and down humping motions that had consumed her immediately after Kaden’s strike to the slower, languid grinding motions she indulged in now while the heat blossomed, filling her wounded clit with the heady, sensual thump-thump-thump of her own heartbeat.

  “Good girl,” Bain praised. No matter how she moved, he held her hips pinned to his and—God, his fingers!—kept her pried open still while Kaden’s hand on her cringing belly rubbed a single, comforting circle. Hungry amusement lit the dark of his eyes, curling the corners of his handsome mouth. Years before she was ready for it, he took aim again.

  “Oh no,” Goldi gasped out as his light, warning taps—so soft and yet so terrifyingly crisp—found her clit once more. “No, no. Nope. I think I’ve changed my mi-aiiiind!”

  There was no missing her own scream this time. She not only heard herself do it, she hit octaves nature normally reserved for mating cats and fox-pounced rabbits. Her back arched; her ass ground, humping, bumping, and writhing in spastic circular undulations all over Bain’s trouser-confined cock.

  He laughed, deep and soft, his fingers digging in to her hips as she rubbed mindlessly against him and he rubbed seductively back. “I’ll bet you wish you’d been a little more apologetic and a little less cynical, don’t you?”

  Panting, Goldi turned on him. Sweat beaded her skin as the hellish-heaven of all that wounded heat flared and grew. Wave after wave of pleasure-hurt washed through her blushing, swelling sex. “Bite me,” she rasped, her legs beginning to shake.

  Laughing, Bain did just that. His teeth nipped her shoulder, nowhere near hard enough to break skin but just sharp enough to make her gasp all over again. She could feel all the points of his teeth, not just in her shoulder, but in the tips of her heavy breasts and the pit of her trembling belly, and lower still, all the way down her shaky thighs. The nips sparked her nerves. She felt them, like bursts and shimmers trapped within the confines of her flesh. It felt like fireworks looked, flowering in her veins—in her nipples, in the folds of her swelling, throbbing sex—like showering sparkles against a canvas of night.

  “Do you think we won’t?” Seizing her right breast, Arsen swept in. His grip brought her arching onto her toes. Her mouth opened when his did and her knees buckled when the sharp points of his teeth closed in on the tight bud that crowned her breast. He bit… but not hard enough for her to want him to stop.

  “It’s almost as if she doesn’t realize bears and biting go hand-in-hand.” Circling from her side to her front, facing her fully, Kaden made room for his brother. His fingers tickled her navel, tracing her bellybutton, round and round; her clit throbbed, ached, strained to be a part of that teasing caress. Between the mouth on her shoulder and the other at her breast, Goldi fought to breathe much less to think. As if it were happening to someone else, she watched Kaden lower himself before her. Dark promise danced in the black of his eyes. The threat of an equally dark smile twisted his mouth as his hands settled on her hips.

  He looked good on his knees before her. Almost like he belonged there.

  His smirk vanished, but it wasn’t until Arsen and Bain both tore their mouths from her to laugh, their deep voices booming in the closeness of the cellar, that Goldi realized she’d expressed her thoughts out loud.

  “And here I thought we might only deliver a bit of a whipping before letting her go again,” Bain laughed.

  Arsen snorted, the wetness left by his mouth chilling her nipple while he rolled and plucked at its twin with his fingers. “This sassy bitch won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.”

  “Not for a while,” Kaden growled, rocking back on his heels before he stood again. His gaze held hers, dark and shuttered and ominous considering how impossible it was for her to read him. “Turn her.”

  Her reflexive yank on the chains made them clink when Bain grabbed her around the middle, lifting her right off her toes. He turned them both around together, setting her down again with her back now to Kaden. She wobbled when Bain let her go, but there was no way for her to fall. The chains simply didn’t allow it. “W-wait…”

  Ducking her elbow, Bain slid into place before her again. His hands found her hips, the warmth of his palms searing into her as he drew her closer. Tsking, he smiled. “In a minute, baby, you’re going to wish you’d never said that.”

  “Failing that,” Arsen chuckled, “she’ll wish she could apologize.”

  Standing behind her, she couldn’t see him or the object in his hand until his arm came down over the top of her head. Too late, Goldi glimpsed the rubber-encased bit-style gag. She jerked her head back, thrashing from side to side, but Bain only hugged her body tighter and Kaden caught her by the hair. Ignoring her ponytail, he caught the hair at the very back of her scalp, jerked her head up and back, and held her frozen long enough to seize her lower jaw.

  “Say ah,” he said, his fingers digging into the tender hinge until she opened. She yelped, but Arsen gagged her anyway. Ignoring her glares, he buckled the straps behind her head before giving her a tap on the nose. “No biting now.”

  If not for the gag, she’d have bit him for that, but already Ar
sen was moving out of the way. It wasn’t until she heard the whip of Kaden’s crop slicing the air just behind her that Goldi realized what was about to happen. That rip of air was all the warning he gave her before he struck, driving her hips into Bain’s with the force of the impact and bisecting her ass with a line of hell-fire and pain.

  Gasping, Goldi arched onto her toes. Every muscle locked down as the thinness of that line spread out, not washing over her buttocks so much as searing its way down deep into her flesh. The pain was like a living thing, surging and swelling, growing in ways impossible to hold still for, when even the smallest twitch or clench in the muscles of her ass made the hurt that much worse.

  Goldi sucked air. Eyes squeezed shut against the pain, she groaned too, but already the worst of the hurt was retreating, fading. It didn’t disappear, but rather another wave rolled over her, drowning out the pain beneath a tide of throbbing heat. Her whole bottom pulsed and with each involuntary clench, she felt with greater clarity the growing welt as it swelled up to bisect her ass in a single line of stinging fire.

  Catching her ponytail, Kaden pulled her head back far enough to command her gaze. His low growl caressed her ear. “How submissive do I look to you now?”

  She glared, the fire in that burning line flaring hotter and hurting more with every tightening of her butt muscles. Clench and release… clench and release; like a scab in need of picking, she couldn’t make herself stop. The sensation of it was too enthralling. So much so that, before she knew it, she was making it worse.

  “‘Oo udder ‘ucking ‘on of a ‘it,” she garbled through her gag.

  Kaden blinked twice. “What?”

  Unfortunately for her, Bain spoke fluent gag. “She says you’re a son of bitch who does terrible and immoral things to our mother.”

  “Right.” Releasing her hair, Kaden stepped back and struck. Twice, in rapid succession, with no more warning than the swash of the rod as it sliced the air. Then the driving ‘WHUP!’ of the crop as it bit the fleshy under-curve of her ass, burrowing into her wobbling flesh and driving her bucking, yelping and squirming against Bain in a mindless, humping dance of pain.

  “Something tells me our pretty thief is a slow learner,” Arsen said, lightly pinching and plucking one nipple while he enjoyed the show.

  “She can learn as slow as she wants to,” Bain moaned as she curled into him, molding herself in an exhaustive effort to find some avenue of escape from the intensity of the blows. The thudding heat now covered the whole of her bottom via three evenly spaced lines that ached and ached, and swelled and swelled. And just kept swelling, but in ways that pushed the deliciously awful amalgam of heat and thud up and out, and down until she could feel it everywhere. In her nipples. In her belly. In all the sympathetic parts of her that felt the biting effects of Kaden’s crop as if it were her greatest and most secret pleasure. Heat covered her clit like the ready suckling of an attentive mouth. It was pain and pleasure, flaring hurt that felt hot as hell and yet which made her wounded nerves hum. She couldn’t snap her legs shut or turn her hips away any more than she could buck her ass back and offer herself for more. She knew this because, heaven help her, she kept trying.

  Kaden caressed the leather slapper over and under her welted buttocks, shifting his attention to that very tender spot up and between her legs. Goldi caught her breath when she felt it begin that warning tap full against the tender, pink inner folds of her pussy. It made an unmistakably wet slapping sound. Moaning again, Bain reached for the source of that wetness.

  “Watch your hand,” Kaden said mildly, and Bain immediately redirected his grip. He caught hold of her thighs instead, holding her wriggling ass tight against him. The heady bulge of his cock, the roughness of his trouser cloth, the uncomfortable edge of the button fastenings on his trousers, caught all the right parts of her as she ground her hips to his.

  She whimpered, which made Bain and Arsen both chuckle.

  Bain ground back, letting her feel every inch of his arousal. “Does getting your ass spanked turn you on, little girl?”

  “Getting her pussy spanked does.” Kaden held up the crop for all to see the embarrassing slick of moisture she’d left on the slapper head. Smelling her own heady musk of arousal was even more so, especially when she knew they could smell it too. And yet, it was thrilling too, almost as thrilling as the bump of Bain’s engorged cock as he mock thrust against her, or Arsen’s fingers tweaking and plucking at her sensitive nipples, or those three damn-near perfectly laid parallel lines tightening across her ass, marking her as Kaden’s. God, just thinking that aroused her more. She wasn’t Kaden’s. She wasn’t anyone’s. She was an independent career woman with a penchant for the seamy underside of life, but then, she was Goldi and she’d always walked her own way.

  She glared at Kaden over her shoulder, her clit thumping in time with the welts. Her fingers tightened on the chains. Her splayed thighs shook, suffering the strain of the spreader bar when all she wanted was to wrap them around a lean pair of driving hips… or three. One right after the other. “‘I ar’iddic ol’ ‘an’odder can hi’ har’er ‘an oo.”

  Kaden looked at Bain. “What?”

  “Her arthritic old grandmother can hit harder than you,” his brother supplied.

  “She can, can she?” Kaden stepped back. “All right then. Remember who asked for this just as sweetly as if she’d said ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’.”

  The whick of the crop as he drew back his arm was a chilling thing; the whup as it landed evenly across both buttocks, driving her into Bain, making the chains clink and her biceps strain to pull her all the way up to that ceiling hook—hotter than hell. Physically, the pain cut through her as easily as a knife cut skin. Sexually, her puss wept, spilling hot tears of need in drips down the inner slope of her thighs. Bain cupped between her legs, taking part ownership of her wanton sex as he combed through the folds, opening her up to his twin-fingered invasion. Sensually, she groaned, his slow, deep thrust bringing her hips grinding mindlessly on his hand as she drowned in the need to feel him—someone—filling her as deeply as any man could fill a woman.

  Again and then again, the crop whipped her ass, slicing and stinging, taking pain from a mere earthly thing to be felt and transcending it to something otherworldly. Sweat beaded her skin, tickling down the small of her back to tickle its way between her buttocks. Heat choked her. Breath after broken breath, she caught, held, strangled on cellar air that suddenly felt far too hot as the crop built its unending ladder, from the top of her backside all the way down the blushing curves. She counted eight before he reached her thighs. Eight scarlet lines, swelling, heating and throbbing as they grew up under each evenly-spaced kiss. She moaned, and moaned again as two deep-penetrating fingers moved in opposition of one another, flicking, fucking, withdrawing to leave her so devastatingly empty that she couldn’t stop her cry from escaping.

  A sharp hiss as Kaden whipped the crop back yet again.

  Prickles of hot sweat and icy dread tickled down her spine. Her eyes widened, staring into Bain’s heavy-lidded gaze as his arm tightened around her waist and two fingers became three now, slowly, blessedly—oh dear God, too much!—forcing their way in. She sucked a shrill squeak of air—

  WHUCK!

  —and exhaled the first real shout to be ripped from her since her capture. The force of the crop as it struck, catching her full across the sensitive crease that separated bottom from thighs and knocking her right off her toes. She’d have swung free if not for Bain’s grip on her pussy and his arm around her waist, or Arsen’s now cruelly pinching fingers as he twisted her unguarded nipple in a way that would have elicited its own yelp were she not already consumed by fire.

  “Uh!” Goldi gasped through her gag as Kaden took aim lower still. “Nuh!”

  “No is not a safeword,” Bain said, husky and low, and Goldi clutched frantically at her chains when she heard it—that hiss of leather as it came whipping down and struck.

  Sh
e howled, her gag muffling every four-lettered word she spewed as she heaved in her bonds, arching and humping and—oh no, no no!—cumming, the rip of that involuntary spasm seized her womb, tearing every nerve up from her core and down into her badly shaking legs. There was no breathing through this. There was no breath left for her at all as her body locked, riding the spasms that sparked in her pussy, ignited in the lines across her ass, and swept out to ravage all the rest of her in shocks of absolute hunger and hurt.

  “F-f-fugg!” she gasped once the ferocity of the spasms had died enough to allow her to move, to breathe… to think.

  “Yeah,” Bain agreed, just as breathless and now every bit as hungry as she had been. “Cut her down,” he ordered. “Bend her over. I want my cock in her mouth while you give the next set.”

  Next set?

  Staggering up in her bonds, sure she had misheard, Goldi stared at Bain.

  “She’ll gnaw your cock off at the root,” Arsen said, flicking her throbbing nipple, letting that torment now fire in the tenderness of her needy breasts. “I’ll get the other gag.”

  “And the hook,” Kaden growled, either so fired up by the vigor with which he’d spanked her or now so horny by it that he was fighting a shift back into bear-mode.

  “And the horse,” Bain added.

  “Do I look like a damn gopher?” Arsen grumbled, but good-naturedly. He was already going.

  Goldi squeaked again when Bain pulled her close and Kaden unclipped her wrists from the chains high above her. She bucked wildly, but there was an excitement budding beneath the near-obligatory panic that tightened in her chest—not quite growing, not quite sparking… not really quite panic at all—and each time she moved, her puss bumped against his trouser-muzzled erection and that excitement swelled a notch. So did Bain’s cock. So did her clit, and nothing she did, no matter how she twisted or turned, could work enough distance between them for her to break contact. Bain held her firmly, hugging her hips to his as he gripped her bound wrists long enough for Kaden to unhook the manacles from the ceiling chains.