by Sam Crescent
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“What? Why do you want to know?” She lost her appetite and pushed the bowl of cereal away.
“You’ve gone sad, withdrawn even. I want to know what has made you feel that way.”
He leaned forward, staring into her eyes. She hated how he seemed to see everything.
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying. I don’t like liars, Clara. Never lie to me.”
Licking her lips, she clasped her hands together, trying to focus on something other than him. “I was thinking about my family and my pack.”
She dropped her head, not wanting him to see too much.
“Do you miss them?”
“No.” She looked back up at him, knowing he deserved to see her gaze.
“Then why are thinking about them and feeling sad as you do?”
His questions were reasonable, but they felt to invasive to her. Hiding the truth away from him wouldn’t do any good. Nick was a rich man. He got what he wanted by being ruthless.
“I was thinking about how happy they must have been to get me out of their pack.” She smiled. “I wasn’t a good advertisement for pack life at all. None of the men wanted anything to do with me, and the women stayed away from me, afraid my repellent would spread.”
Clara didn’t even realize until now how much their actions had hurt her.
Wiping away the tears that had caught her by surprise, she cursed her wayward emotions. If her mother was close by, she’d be getting a beating before the end of the day.
“They’re gone, and they’re never coming back,” Nick said. “Besides, you should be worried about my attention. I promise you, Clara, when I pop your cherry you’re not getting a moment’s rest from me.”
Chapter Four
“How do you know I’m a virgin?” Clara asked. Her eyes were wide, and Nick smiled. She truly was the most adorable female he’d ever known. She didn’t know her own power, which was mightily refreshing. It was sweet yet unsettling. The pack she’d been part of was awful. The pain in her eyes let him know how badly she’d been treated. Each pack behaved differently, but from what he heard this morning, Clara’s pack was an open group.
At the full moon, the pack mated with one another, fucking until the sun came up. He had heard they were in human form rather than wolf form. Dean was a vessel of knowledge when it came to pack traditions. Females at their proper mating age of eighteen were allowed to mingle with the pack for men to scent them. Clara on her mating day had been left alone. Not one male in the pack had anything to do with her.
Looking beyond her shoulder, he couldn’t stop the anger at their treatment of her. They were fucking awful, and if he ever got chance to cause them pain, he would do it.
“I’ve got my way of knowing everything, baby.”
“Then why did you ask me last night if you knew the answer?”
“I didn’t know the answer last night. I bought a female wolf, not all the details.” He shrugged. Their conversation was the most thrilling company he’d experienced in years. Dean was okay to talk with, but human females didn’t hold a patch on Clara. Her face alone was fascinating to watch. All of her emotions were on display for him to read. For a wolf female she was very naive. No one had taught her the value of keeping her emotions in check. It wasn’t a bother. He’d teach her everything she needed to know and more.
Her nipples were getting harder. The shirt he’d given her looked good against her curves. She pushed some of her hair out of the way as the slight breeze flung it against her face.
Nick sipped at more of his juice thinking about last night. He’d woken this morning to find her still deep in sleep, her body wrapped around his. He had taken great pains to leave her side without waking her up. When he’d stood over her, the blanket had revealed everything. The shirt she wore had ridden up to show most of her body. Her tits were still a mystery to him, but everything else was not.
The red of her hair was the same down below. She also didn’t wax, which he loved. He looked forward to sliding the lips of her sex open to reveal her creamy cunt. There was nothing more pleasurable than tasting a woman’s cum while listening to her screams of release.
“What did it say? Fat wolf ready for the taking, no man entered before.”
Her anger annoyed him but not as much as her name calling.
“Not at all. You see yourself as fat.”
She didn’t keep her gaze on him. Her cereal was half eaten.
“Are you done with your food?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, snapping at him.
“Good, we can get straight into your punishment.” He stood up, rounding the table and holding out his hand for her to take.
“What? Punishment for what? I’ve done nothing wrong beside argue with you. I’m not here because I want to be.” She kept a firm grip on the handles of her chair.
“I’ve got few rules, Clara. You’ve broken one of my rules, and I will not have it in my house. I’ve got a fitting punishment for you. Stand up now, or I will add more to your punishment.” He waited for her to take his hand. Clara didn’t. Her green eyes set him ablaze with the contemptuous look she sent his way. Didn’t she have the first clue that everything she did was only turning him on? He was fucking rock hard, ready to fuck her at a moment’s notice.
“You can’t do this. It’s unfair and wrong,” she said, remaining in her seat.
“We can go inside the house to deal with your punishment, or we can deal with it outside. I’ve got an order of your clothes coming, and I will make sure our guests witness your punishment.”
“You brute. Are you some kind of Dominant?” she asked.
“So you know what those are?”
Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t answer.
“No, I’m not a Dominant. I’ve got no playroom or equipment to punish you with. I don’t own floggers. What I’ve got is my hand, some fancy dildos, and some rope. I don’t need anything else to get my pleasure.” Her gaze returned to his in shock. “What’s it going to be, Clara? Punishment in privacy or for others to see?”
Slowly, she gave him her hand. Her fingers were shaking. Drawing her to her feet, he admired her body, the length of legs she tried to hide.
“You did that on purpose,” she said, trying to bend down to cover her legs.
“You’ll learn to give me everything I want and not try to hide yourself. Your punishment remains.” He took her hand and led her back into the house. Nick stopped, thinking about the best place for her to have her punishment. The only room, besides the bedroom, that would do was the sitting room. The curtains were open, and glancing at the clock as he passed her saw their company didn’t come for another two hours at least. They were free to do what they wanted until then.
“We’re not going upstairs? What if someone comes?” she asked, pulling on his hand.
“You should have thought about that before you broke one of my rules.”
She stamped her foot. “I didn’t know your rules. This is wrong, Nick.”
He liked the sound of his name coming from her lips too much.
“Then today you’ll learn at least one of them.” He wasn’t going to hurt her, but he’d have her over his knee and feeling her against him.
Sitting down in the center of the sofa, he tapped his knee. “Over you go.”
****
“You’re being a complete and utter bastard,” Clara said, fuming at his happiness. Her pussy was melting as well. She was so ashamed to be turned on over a punishment. One moment she wasn’t getting any kind of attention, and now she got nothing but attention. It was driving her insane.
“I’ve been called worse, baby.” He leaned back, showing off his knees. His thighs looked big enough to take her weight. No one had ever tried to get her to rest on them before. “Over you go. The longer you take risks someone seeing you.”
Glaring at him, she stepped closer and moved over his knees. His hand banded around her waist, he
lping her in place. Her stomach rested in the gap between his legs with her breasts pressed to his thigh. Both of his hands moved her to how he wanted her. She was surprised he didn’t make any noise when he put her into position. Her weight had no effect on him.
“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” he asked.
“What is my punishment?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
Lying across his legs, she held onto the fabric of his trousers waiting for him to give her a punishment.
One of his hands held onto her waist. She didn’t know where his other hand was. He started to lift up the night shirt she wore. Clara waited and then suddenly realized she had no underwear on.
“Stop,” she said.
“Well, Clara, I have to say I’m surprised at you. I thought you’d at least wear some kind of panties.” The smile in his voice was hard not to detect.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Not at all. It’s nice to see you’re a natural redhead.”
“Oh God,” she said, burying her head against his leg wishing he’d get her embarrassment over with. She’d suffered enough. He didn’t have to prolong her misery with his words.
His hand lay on her ass, not moving.
“Your ass is fucking beautiful,” he said, caressing the cheek.
She felt like she was going to burn alive at his touch. The room was light, and he’d be able to see every lump and bump within her flesh. Did she have cellulite on her ass? She didn’t know. Looking at her ass in the mirror hadn’t been part of her activities.
Down his touch went, curving over her ass then down her thighs.
“Your body is beautiful, Clara.”
Not saying anything, she waited for him to be done with her.
“Punish me already,” she said.
“No, I’m going to take my time.”
He caressed her ass. Her response to his touch annoyed her. Nick shouldn’t be inspiring a response from her.
“Do you want your punishment to be less severe?” he asked. His voice sounded strained to her.
“In what way?” She turned to look at the back of the sofa. Staring into his eyes was not a possibility at the moment. What if he was laughing at her?
“Nah, you see that would spoil our fun if I tell you want I want, Clara.”
“Then you want me to agree without knowing what I have to do to stop my punishment being painful?”
How her life had changed in the matter of twenty-four hours. If she was living with her parents she’d be cleaning their house as they sat around doing nothing. She was nothing but a slave to her family.
“You’ve got to take a chance in life. Do you want to continue with a harsh punishment or take a chance and get one lighter?”
Resting her head on his thigh, she thought through what he was saying. Would it be so hard to take a chance with him? She didn’t know the answer to her own questions. Nick confused her. What pain could be worse?
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
No, she wasn’t sure about anything anymore.
“Yes,” she said, letting out a sigh.
His fingers caressed her ass. Suddenly, he lifted her up and stood. He spun her to face him.
Licking her dry lips, she stared up into his eyes. They were a dark amber as he looked down at her.
“I want you to take your nightshirt off for me.”
“What? I’m not wearing anything else.”
He sat down, resting his arms wide.
Glancing down at his lap she saw the ridge of his cock pressing against his trousers. Fucking hell, he was huge! The outline made her swallow past the lump in her throat.
“Get naked and I’ll be happy to lighten your punishment.”
“I’ll be naked.”
“That’s the point. You’ll be naked, and I’ll finally get to see what I paid for.”
His words thrilled her.
“This is far worse,” she said, folding her arms over her chest.
“Is it? We’re wolves, Clara. It’s worse being confined in these fucking clothes than it is being naked.” He pinched at the clothing, the disgust visible on his face.
“If you hate clothes so much why don’t you take them off?” she asked.
“I would, but I figured if you came down to breakfast to see me naked you’d run at the first opportunity. I love a good run any other time. Breakfast and a run don’t work for me at all.”
He was right. If she’d seen him naked then she would have been nervous. Her family was happy being naked around each other, but she’d been banned from being naked. She was ordered to be covered at all times.
Clothes had become another layer of protection to her. She stood out in the pack as she was the only one wearing clothes during a meeting.
“Why do you want to see me naked?” she asked.
Nick stood, startling her at the speed with which he moved. Tensing, she watched him tear his shirt off then push his trousers off. He sat down, gripping his length and letting out a sigh. “Now, that’s much better. It’s natural for us to be like this, Clara. No more hiding, and embrace who you are.”
He fisted his shaft looking at his arousal and then at her. “This, this is for you. This is what you do to me.”
Fingering the shirt, Clara felt the need to claw out of the clothing. The first time she’d been ordered to wear clothes her whole skin had itched. Most of the women after they came of age, stayed naked. She had been forced to wear clothing.
Break free.
Could she really break free of all she’d known?
Chapter Five
The raw emotions playing across her face were tearing Nick apart. He wished he’d killed her parents the night before instead of letting them live. Their life was going to be too nice to them. They had used their daughter to see to that.
Fisting his cock, he settled all of his attention onto Clara. She needed him right now, not her parents. They had hurt her in ways he didn’t understand. Nick knew he’d treat her like a queen.
He wouldn’t tell her to stop. Nick wanted to see her naked, and he intended to. Not only did he want to see her naked, he also wanted her to be more relaxed around the house. He was used to wearing clothes and didn’t need to be naked. From the information he’d gotten, Clara hadn’t gotten the same satisfaction of running wild and naked during her turning. Her parents really deserved to suffer for what they had done to her.
Watching her gave him immense pleasure alone.
“Can’t I go back and have a hard punishment?”
“No.” No backing down. It would be so easy for him to give into her and leave her punishment be. “Being naked is not a hardship.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“I can wait all day. We’ve got guests coming,” he said, reminding her.
She growled at him, stamping her foot.
“Cute,” he said, smiling.
“Fine, let’s get this over with.” She lifted the shirt off her body, revealing her creamy flesh to his gaze. Her hips were wide, her stomach nicely rounded. Up his gaze went to stare at her full tits. They were perfect with large rounded red nipples. Her hands rested on her hips. “Well, what do you want me to do now?”
“Sit on the coffee table,” he said.
He had to control himself so he didn’t pull her onto his lap and pound inside her tight pussy.
She glanced behind her then lowered her ass to the wooden coffee table. He always knew it would come in handy when he bought it.
“Lean back on your hands.”
Going to his knees before her, he gripped her knees, opening her thighs. Her arousal surrounded the room. The fragrance was heady, intoxicating, and sent the need to fuck coursing through him. She’d been left alone for far too long. Her mating need would be right around the corner, and he’d be the one to claim her.
Clara fought him to keep her thighs closed. He held her steady, refusing to let her close up on him.
“Wh
at are you going to do?” she asked.
“You’re going to trust me to give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine.”
She was panting for breath.
Her body remained tense even as he opened her thighs and drew her to the edge of the wooden coffee table.
Keeping his gaze on her he glided his hands up her thighs feeling the muscles quiver beneath his touch.
“Nick,” she said, biting her lip.
“Don’t worry about a thing, baby. I’m here, and I’m not going to do anything to hurt you.”
She nodded but didn’t change at all as he held her. Gazing down her body he settled his attention on the flush lips of her pussy. The dusting of red hair turned him on. Moving his fingers up he slid the lips of her sex wide open to reveal the nub of her clit.
His mouth watered as the smell of her cum drove him closer.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to taste you. When I’m done you’re going to feel the sting of pleasure.”
His cock was going to cause him more pain than he’d ever cause her. Leaning closer, he focused on her slit. Sliding his tongue across her clit, he moaned at the first explosion of taste from her. She was musky and sweet at the same time. Keeping her lips open, he slid down to tongue her entrance. Her virgin barrier prevented him from going further inside. He was tempted to dispense of her innocence with his fingers rather than wait to bury inside her with his cock.
The thought of claiming her and pumping his cum into her womb stopped him from getting rid of that pesky barrier.
Gliding up, he circled her clit. She collapsed back. The coffee table was big enough for her to lie back completely. Clara was a lot smaller than he realized. She’d take his cock, and he couldn’t wait.
He gripped his cock, fisting the length to try to relieve the pleasure.
Nothing would stop other than a release. Tonguing her clit, he glanced up to see her tits shaking with her arousal.
Her cum coated his tongue, and he swallowed it down.
“Let go, baby. Feel the pleasure.”