by Logan Fox
“I have a present for you, princess.”
Pearl stiffened. His voice — so rich and mellifluous — was a stark contrast to his steely eyes.
He looked like he was waiting for something, his eyes steady on hers, but she couldn’t have spoken if she’d tried. The wolf cocked his head to the side, as if accepting that she wouldn’t be thanking him yet, and reached for her neck.
Pearl leaned away before she could catch herself. The wolf paused, the satin strip dangling from his fingers.
“Sssh,” he whispered.
He touched the fabric to the side of her neck, rubbing it over her skin. It was soft, cool, and smelled faintly of roses. Surprisingly, she couldn’t smell him at all. His fingers glided over her throat, drawing the ribbon around her neck. There was a small click as he closed it around her throat. She could barely feel it there, despite how tightly he’d fastened it.
The wolf stepped back, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he studied her.
“Thank you, Sir.” The words came out by their own, sliding through numb lips, formed by a wooden tongue.
He was smiling at her: she could tell by the flash of life that finally reached his eyes. His hand slid over the altar and gripped the top of her thigh, squeezing her once.
“Open up for me,” he said.
Pearl hesitated, her skin growing cold. The hand on her thigh tightened. The wolf glanced up at her, his eyes flickering over her face.
“Princess…” he murmured in a low, warning tone.
She forced air into her lungs and shuffled her knees apart. He did a slow scan of her body, spending a long time on her fox ears and the darkness pooling between her legs.
“You’re simply ravishing.” The wolf ran his fingers down her hair.
He stroked the side of her neck — twanging her collar — and moved his fingers over the slope of her breast. His fingertip caught the edge of her nipple before sliding down her ribs and hips. He softly raked his nails over the inside of her thigh… and then repeated the entire slow dance down the left side of her body.
Goose bumps rose across Pearl’s entire body. Her nipples tingled, having tightened into crisp, pink buds at his touch. And her sex began throbbing in time with her pounding heartbeats. She felt lightheaded, her mouth dry and her lips numb, but more than anything she didn’t want him to stop studying her, didn’t want him to stop touching her.
He revered her.
He worshiped her.
She could see it in the depths of his eyes — a faint glimmer of something primal — that changed the tone of everything he said and did.
Pearl stopped cringing at his eyes on her.
She didn’t want to cover herself anymore.
His touch was delectable: she no longer shied away from it.
The wolf drew a line of fire up the center of her body. He touched her lips, parting them with his thumb. His hand cupped her face, his fingertips burrowing into her hair.
He drew her toward him, slowly and tenderly, until her naked body was flush with his and her thighs were on either side of his waist. His suit was cool and silky — almost like the ribbon he’d secured around her throat — but it warmed in an instant. She could smell him now: a sharp, woody scent that beckoned images of log cabins and snow. Pearl inhaled it, inhaled him, and pressed her face into his neck.
It was intoxicating her. He was intoxicating her. Her lightheadedness became dizziness and she clung to him, sliding her arms around his neck as she leaned into him.
A hand traced the nubs of her spine, drawing shivers from her as he brushed the hollow of her back. He cupped her ass in his hands, kneading the flesh beneath, drawing the two halves apart so cool air could touch the inferno her sex had become.
She gasped, tightening her grip around him. When had she become so wet? The folds of her sex were cooling from the moisture seeping out of her.
His hands slid behind her thighs. He tugged her hard against him, bringing another gasp from her as her clit brushed against the silk of his suit. She could feel heat coming off him now, washing over her in gentle waves as he inched his fingers closer to her sex.
She squirmed, wanting him to touch her. Wanting him to end the slowly-building frustration of being deprived of contact.
“Haven’t you had anyone to play with today?” the wolf murmured into her ear.
“No, Sir,” Pearl managed in a thick voice she hardly recognized.
“When was the last?”
“Two days ago,” she whispered.
“Then I’ll have to rectify that, princess. I can’t have my little girl going so long without cumming.”
Pearl shuddered at his words.
“But only if you’re a good girl,” the wolf said. “Will you listen to me and behave?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The wolf chuckled deep in his throat. The sound made Pearl’s lips thrum and her sex ache. God, how badly she wanted this no-name man in his expensive suit and heady cologne to fuck her. She felt drunk and libertine and like she’d taken more ecstasy than a rave-bunny at Tomorrowland and had to purge the bestial energy accumulating inside her before she poisoned herself with it.
He slid his hands over the top of her thighs and wrenched her legs open wide enough to bring a stab of pain from either hip.
Pearl’s mouth opened, but she suppressed the moan of pain with a breathless, “Thank you, Sir.”
The wolf made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and jerked her against his stomach. He’d opened his suit, and her dripping sex glided over his shirt. Pearl quivered, throwing her head back as tendrils of pleasure thrilled up her spine. Angled like this, she caught another whiff of roses from the collar. Did he like that smell? Was that why he wanted her to wear the thing?
He cupped her breasts, squeezing them as his thumb and forefinger tweaked her nipples. Pearl groaned and arched her back, forcing her clit hard against his stomach. She could feel his muscles through the thin, velvety fabric of the shirt.
With her hands still on his shoulders, she drew herself tighter against him, grinding her sex against his stomach.
A hard slap on her right thigh made her eyes flash open.
“Too fast, princess,” the wolf said, cocking his head at her. “You’re not to move unless I tell you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Pearl swallowed and managed a weak nod. “Thank you, Sir.”
Holy shit, that slap had hurt. The skin still sent out wave upon wave of heat through her flesh. Had he left a handprint?
The wolf took hold of her hips and shoved her away from him, denying her the pleasure of grinding herself against him. He opened her legs again, his head dipping down as he stared at her sex. Pearl squirmed, biting down on her lip as she fought the urge to cover herself.
Whatever euphoria had swept over her seemed to pass, leaving her feeling shamed and exposed. But the wolf didn’t notice — that, or he didn’t care. Because when he was done studying her, he took his thumb and swiped it over her sex — all the way from her clit down to her taint.
Pearl gasped softly and arched her back again. That single touch spread electric fire through her body, the feel of him lingering for every delicious second until he did again.
She fell onto the altar, her spine too limp to keep her upright. Her euphoria had returned — and it had brought its friend lust along for the ride.
“I want you to start wearing your tail,” the wolf said. “Say you’ll do that for me.”
“I’m already wearing it,” Pearl said, fumbling blindly beneath her for the wretched thing. She dragged it out and flipped it forward, shivering when it brushed her sex.
The wolf swiped it out of the way, running his thumb hard down her folds. His lubricated thumb skimmed over her taint and then over the circle of puckered flesh beneath.
“In here, princess.”
Pearl writhed beneath his hand, managing a flustered, “I can’t—I’ve never—”
The wolf let out a deep, “Mmmmm,” that she could almost feel
vibrating through her.
“How lovely.”
What the hell was he on about? And was he going to fuck her anytime soon, or just torture her until she died of frustration and pent-up lust?
“Next time,” the wolf murmured as if to himself. “But now I want you to cum for me.”
He slid his finger inside without warning, without preparation. It was warm and thin and it tugged a long indrawn breath from her. His palm touched her clit and she moaned, her back curving as ripples of ecstasy spread through her.
Then he moved the tip of his finger. Pearl let out a small groan, shifting her hips. But he followed her, finger still buried deep inside her and his palm applying pressure to her clit.
“Cum for me, princess.”
Pearl moaned and again tried moving out from under him. The wolf let out a small huff and brought his other hand down over her throat, gripping her tightly. Her chest grew tight. Pearl squirmed, her lips forming around that single word that would release her.
Red.
Just one word and he would let her go.
Her lips puckered.
His grip around her throat tightened.
The finger buried inside her began stroking her.
A spasm of discomfort mingled with pleasure and a sudden intense urge to pee splashed over her like a bucket of whitewash. Pearl stiffened, her safe word warping into a wordless moan.
“Cum for me, princess,” the wolf repeated in a grating whisper. A command, not a suggestion.
He still had his palm over her clit, applying a steady pressure that seemed to negate whatever pleasure the organ normally supplied her. Pearl gasped as his fingertip stroked her again, releasing another flurry of such tangled sensations that she felt close to tears.
“Now, princess.”
The wolf dug his fingers into the side of her neck. Pearl arched her back as the finger inside began knocking against some hidden mechanism that had the ability to tighten every muscle in her body. He stroked her relentlessly, tightening the fingers around her neck when she wanted to move away, keeping that same, steady pace regardless of how she whined and moaned.
A climax thundered toward her, shaking her body as it tore through whatever shred of reservation she’d been able to cling to.
Pearl yelled wordlessly, her hips bucking up and thrusting that finger harder and deeper inside her. Her thighs smacked closed around the wolf’s hand, her sex gripping him like a fist as he ignored her wailing plea to release her and just carried on strumming her like a fucking guitar.
Her wail became a whimper. Pearl’s hips slammed onto the altar, her body shuddering as it tightened again. The wolf jerked out his finger, leaving her barren and empty.
Pearl exhaled a year’s worth of air from her lungs, but she hadn’t even drawn a new breath when the wolf thrust his cock inside her, balls deep.
“Yes!” Pearl gasped. Her hands found his wrists and she clung to him with all the strength she could muster as the wolf began ramming into her. “Harder, Sir.”
He leaned her over, mask less than a foot away from her. His brown eyes were narrowed, intense, and gleaming with a need she could feel him leeching from her with every thrust.
“Thank you,” Pearl managed, a cry cutting off the ‘Sir before she could speak it.
He tugged one of his hands free and wrapped it around her throat again. This time, no fear fluttered in to distract her. But his fingers chafed free the scent of roses, and it filled her nose as he pounded his cock into her again and again, jarring her body every time she stretched around him.
Shaking free his other hand, he slid it between them and massaged her clit with three of his fingertips. She gasped and shuddered, grinding her hips up to meet his thrusts, writhing under him.
Perhaps he thought she was trying to get away. Perhaps he liked the feel of her squirming.
The wolf tightened his grip. His movements became frantic and hungry. Pearl cried out as his fingers drove her to another climax, this one shattering her an instant later.
Those same fingers abandoned her clit, having exhausted its capacity for orgasm, and instead stroked the folds of her sex as he pounded into her.
“Please,” Pearl gasped. “Please, I can’t anymore.”
“One more, princess. One more with me.”
She began crying. Tears slid down her face and cooled the hair at her temples as the wolf plunged into her with a shaft that filled her with fire.
His fingers moved down, caressing her taint, before stroking that circle of puckered flesh he’d been so interested in earlier.
“Puh-lease,” Pearl sobbed. Her body ached, yearning for release from the flicks of pleasure his thrusts tore from her.
His fingertip began stroking her backdoor. Stroking her in time with his thrusts.
Red.
The word formed again.
“Cum for me, princess. Cum with your Master.”
He forced the pad of his thumb inside her. Pearl’s body became rigid in an instant. Flows of hot and cold, tingling lines of electricity, raced through her and enveloped her. Her muscles bunched, her sex closing over the wolf’s cock and gripping him tight. He groaned loudly, shuddering against her as he ground his cock as deep inside her as it could go.
Then his thumb slipped inside her, ending her.
Pearl cried out, her face contorting. Her legs wrapped around the wolf’s waist as she came, shoving him against her cervix. The wolf moved the tip of his thumb, wriggling it inside her.
She could feel every contraction as he came, as his hand tightened around her throat until she saw stars.
“Red,” Pearl gasped.
The wolf tugged away his hand from her throat. Pearl inhaled sweet, sweet air as the man folded over her and thrust himself inside her a last time, filling her completely.
Her world returned burning with color. She inhaled roses and musk, tasting the scent of him on her tongue as her mouth opened for another deep, ragged breath.
He was so heavy on her. So thick and hot inside her. Delicate tracers of pleasure wreathed her limbs, and she sighed heavily as her body relaxed beneath him.
The wolf gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. She blinked, struggling to focus on his mask as he spoke.
“You’ll make an exquisite pet, princess.”
She managed a weak smile, her eyes falling closed. “Thank you, Sir.”
16
One Tequila, Two Tequila
The wolf left, and Seth came to collect her with the obligatory black blanket. He said nothing as he wrapped her in the thick folds of soft fabric, but his eyes were crinkled with concern.
Why did he look so worried? Had she done something wrong? She’d actually enjoyed herself at the end… so what was the problem?
Maybe, once she could find the necessary strength and motivation, she’d ask him.
Only in the hallway outside, did Seth finally speak. “Where do you want to go, kitten? What do you feel like doing?”
“Sleep,” she murmured.
She felt him shaking his head. “Let’s do something. You want ice-cream?”
A flash of Ivy spooning ice cream into Seth’s mouth brought a shiver.
“You want to walk the labyrinth?”
The thought of that foliage, so close and suffocating, made her squirm against his chest.
“Tired,” she said in a thick voice. “Just sleep.”
“I know you do, but trust me on this: it’s better if you don’t get into that habit.”
He exhaled loudly and gave her a squeeze through the blanket.
She shook in his arms as he strode into the cherry-scented air of the villa’s hallway. Instead of turning toward the fox den, he started down the hallway toward the library.
After a few twists and turns through the silent villa, they arrived in the pool area.
Pool lights tinted the water umber. The fountains were still on, but the loungers were empty. Twilight nestled along the building, smudging the shadows and castin
g the sky in a pastel purple that starkly contrasted the vivid water.
Seth took her to a small building beside the villa: a bathroom with a built-in shower. He opened a small cupboard and drew out a yellow swimsuit — full length, surprisingly — and a towel, both of which he set beside the basin.
Seth slipped the blanket off her shoulders, took off her ears and tail, and positioned her under the jets. He turned on the water and held out a bottle of body wash until she took it from him.
“Get cleaned up?” Pearl murmured.
Her handler slipped out of the change room without answering her.
Pearl washed, her mind flitting back to the memory of the wolf’s fingers on her. She scrubbed her face, her hand hesitating when it touched the band of golden ribbon around her neck. Seth hadn’t taken it off. Was it hers now? Was she allowed to take it off?
She left it on just in case, running her finger around the inside of it so it was thoroughly soaked before she stepped out.
Seth knocked.
She didn’t answer, but he came in a few seconds later, glancing around the room until he found her. He’d changed into a pair of yellow shorts: identical to the pair Tanner had been wearing the first time she’d seen him.
“Sauna or swimming pool?”
Pearl shrugged. “Whatever.”
Seth dipped his head and led her out to the pool.
“Want a drink?”
“Does it have alcohol in it?”
“If you want.”
“Then sure.”
Those dark eyes of his crinkled again. Pearl looked away, wrapping her arms around herself. It wasn’t that cold out, but tiny tendrils of mist rose up from the pool.
Heated then, obviously. Could be nice if she didn’t drown; her legs felt like rubber.
Seth returned with a tumbler filled with amber liquid and a twist of lemon inside. Pearl sniffed at it and blinked. You could probably use it to clean spoons. She took a tiny sip, and then a larger swallow.