a wolf. If he catches me, my destiny is certain death.
I stumble on a
rock, silly me and fall on the ground. That’s the last thing anyone wants to
happen when they are being chased and yes, it had to happen to me. He is standing
over me, growling, my body between his legs. His face is almost touching mine,
his sharp teeth looming over my flesh.
He is really
furious. His eyes are darker than before. He growls and growls and I start
crying.
“Ungrateful
bitch…You were mocking me?” he finally shouts.
I can’t control
my sobs.
“ANSWER ME!”
“Yes…Please, let
me go…I beg you…What do I have to do to make you release me?” I say between my
sobs.
He growls again
mad. I swear he wants to taste me, to devour me. I close my eyes to accept his
lethal bite. What I do feel though, is a weight over me. He has become a man
again. Before I have a chance to know what is going on, he grasps my hands and
lifts them over my head, keeping them in place with one hand. With his other
hand, he opens my legs and takes off my panties and shoes, withstanding my
desperate struggle to free myself from him. I scream at the top of my voice
aimlessly, since no one is here to help me.
He positions
himself between my legs and covers my mouth firmly with his hand. Immediately
he thrusts in me fiercely. I cry against his hand. His eyes look at me with
rage while he is moving inside me intensely. It feels nothing like it did last
morning. This is excruciatingly aching.
As he gets close
to his climax, his look changes. His eyes are no longer angry. They are filled
with lust and they never leave mine.
I feel so
humiliated, so powerless. He removes his hand from my mouth only when he has
come inside me.
“You promised me
something. Was that a lie?” he asks breathless, still inside me.
“I didn’t know
what you wanted to do to me,” I explain.
“To help you
find what you are looking for. Why do you resist so much? Why can’t you trust
me?”
I snort even
though my body aches agonizingly. My back has been further scratched from the
rough ground beneath me, my butt hurts from the spanking, but above all what
hurts the most is my lost dignity. He knew exactly what to tell me in order to
lure me to follow him yesterday. And he insists on weaving his spider web to
enthrall me. To turn me into his compliant servant. He’s out of luck though. I
have seen his true colors and I won’t fall for his tricks anymore.
“Trust you? How
can I trust you if you are so cruel to me?”
“I can be tender
if that is what you want.”
He lowers my
dress to reveal my breasts, caressing them softly while kissing my lips, my
tears from my cheeks, my neck. He awakens with his touch sensations that I
never knew existed in me. My former resolution to contradict him blurs under
his sweet affection.
Calista,
focus. Don’t fall for his trap. Calista…
Having lost
every last power in me to think, I can only feel. And like yesterday, what I
feel is overwhelming. I close my eyes, feasting on his kisses, on the sensation
of his hands tracing my body making me elevate my waist voluntarily so that he
can press me to his chest and delve into the source of my desire deeper.
I tilt my head
back touching the ground and I close my eyes. I no longer care about how much
my body hurts. What makes me suffer is the need I feel in me. The need that
only he can satisfy. I raise my hips to meet him savagely. He responds by
moving in me just as fierce as I want him to, but he goes on being tender with
the rest of my body, driving me insane.
Who am I? I
can’t even remember who I am. All the moments of my eighteen year old life have
vanished. There is only this forest. Him and me.
I start
trembling and my heart throbs, perhaps meeting its true purpose for the very
first time. He releases his embrace and grasps the back of my neck compelling
my lips to touch his. Every violent thrust of his is like eating a piece of
delicious chocolate.
“Yes…” I moan in
his