Claimed by the Beast

by Izzy Slam

  “Are you thirsty?”

  She offers a nod, and I tell her to stay put so I can get us some water. Making sure she’s covered with a sheet, I leave the room, stopping to turn the thermostat down before heading to the kitchen. It has gotten awfully hot in here.

  By the time I make it back to my room, Chastity has kicked the covers off, giving me a full view of her back as she lies on her side. The swell of her hip’s curve makes me want to do bad things, but my cock needs a little more time to recharge.

  I get back in bed and pass her the water bottle.

  “Thank you,” she says, sitting up and bunching the pillows behind her before twisting the cap.

  I can’t help but stare at her perfect form, her small, pert breasts topped with cherry-red nipples, and her angelic little face. It makes my chest swell—something I haven’t felt in a long fucking time.

  I recall how hesitant she was to call me ‘daddy’ earlier, but also how hard it made me to hear her say that word. I was half-joking when I told her at dinner tonight to call me that, but when the word slipped from my lips, it stirred up another dark part of me that I’ve been craving to unleash.

  And now I have someone to unleash it with. I suddenly feel as though I need to reward her in some way.

  “You may ask me a question now, if you like.”

  She rubs her lips together, all plump and pink, and lifts her eyes ever so slightly. “Just one?”

  I chuckle. “We’ll see. Let’s start with one and see where it goes.”

  After setting her water bottle on the bedside table, she folds her hands in her lap and twists her body in my direction. “Do you have a job?”

  “Not a traditional 9-5 job, but yes, I work.”

  Her eyes flicker like diamonds in curiosity. “What do you do?”

  “I work as a security guard.”

  “At what? Like, a strip club?”

  “No. I contract at major events like gun shows, training emporiums, kink festivals, that sort of thing.”

  Her teeth bite into her lower lip as her eyes travel over me. “Do you … enjoy that?”

  “Yes. And I only have to work about once a week.”

  “Wow. You must have women falling all over you.”

  I shrug. “Sometimes. I mostly ignore them.”

  She narrows her eyes. “Why?”

  “Because it’s very rare that one catches my attention.”

  Her eyes float around my face for a moment. “But I did?” she asks, pressing a pointer to her chest.

  “Fuck yes you did.”

  “What was it about me? Besides the fact that I was intruding on your property.”

  I glance at her chest at those hard, little pink points staring right at me, recalling in vivid detail how she’d looked when she stood up out of the water in the river. I let my gaze navigate back up to her angelic face. “Everything about you screams that you are innocent, right down to your name, and I wanted to wreck it, to make a mess of it, to fucking own it.”

  Watching her cheeks turn a heated shade of red lets me know she wants me to wreck that virgin pussy just as much as I do. While I wasn’t at all surprised to find out she’d never had sex, I was rather stunned to feel her tight little cherry when I fingered her earlier. Which means nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever been inside of her.

  I glance at her throat, wanting desperately to wrap my hands around it and feel her pulse underneath my fingers.

  “You want my virginity? That’s all?”

  Fuck.

  I’ll have that in due time.

  “You make it sound as though it’s not much when, trust me, it is everything to a man like me. And by the way … your blowjob was the best I’ve ever had.”

  I can see her working hard to hold back a smile. “But what happens after that? Once my virginity is gone? Then, you’ll let me go?”

  Something tightens around my chest. The thought of letting her go…

  “I think the question is … will you want to go?”

  Her chest rises and falls as she seems to entertain the question. I don’t want her to answer me. I just want her to think about it.

  “What if I do?”

  I wouldn’t hold her hostage here if she wanted to leave. I’ve already made that clear.

  But the thought of being taken by a monstrous beast like myself and giving her pleasure in the process is making her wet. I have no doubts about that.

  And I plan to keep on giving her pleasure as long as she stays.

  “You won’t. Trust me.”

  Chapter Four

  Chastity

  I don’t know how long I lie awake thinking about what Slade said.

  Will I want to leave after he takes my virginity?

  And I know it sounds absolutely nuts, but when he told me I had given him the best blowjob he’d ever had, hundreds of warm butterflies fluttered through my stomach, making me think … finally, I’ve done something right.

  The darkness of the night closes in around us, but I’m not scared. I feel, I don’t know, sort of like I’ve been reborn.

  I also think about my mom and how worried she will be, if she isn’t already. She’s staying with a girlfriend tonight who lives an hour away to celebrate her fortieth birthday, and mom said they’d probably be drinking. I don’t know if she’s tried to call me, but if she has, and I haven’t responded, she must be out of her head with worry. I glance to my left and catch the moonlight as it reflects on the side of Slade’s face and I wonder if he will let me call her tomorrow.

  But then I think … he must have a phone here … somewhere.

  I quietly get out of bed and make my way to his side of the room. His pants are folded on a chair in the corner, so I tiptoe over and feel around the pockets. When I feel something, I reach inside and pull out a cell phone. It’s a slightly outdated android, but it works.

  And unbelievably, it isn’t password protected.

  Jesus Christ. I could call my mom right now and let her know what’s going on, get the fuck out of here.

  I could call 9-1-1 and get the fuck out of here.

  I walk to the bathroom so the light from the phone won’t wake up Slade. Once inside, I push the door closed but then immediately have second thoughts about that. If he stirs, I want to be able to put the phone back before he notices I’m gone. So, I keep the door open and one eye on Slade as I locate the message app, deciding I’ll send a text to my mom so I can erase it after.

  He’ll never even know I sent her a message.

  I enter her number and feel my heart racing as I figure out what to say, tapping my fingers along the keyboard at a frantic pace.

  Mom, it’s Chastity, I’ve been taken by a lunatic. His cabin is in the woods across the river along Whiterock Trail. I’m okay but send help asap.

  I read the message, feeling my insides start to cringe a little as my finger hovers over the send arrow.

  I glance up at Slade, at how peaceful he looks lying there, his enormously chiseled chest exposed, one leg outside of the sheets and the other tucked underneath. I can still feel his tongue snaking around my throbbing pussy as he held me over his face, his cock twitching angrily as I called him ‘daddy,’ and the way his arms felt wrapped around me.

  I remember him saying he wouldn’t force me to stay, that I could leave if I wanted.

  And I can’t do it.

  I can’t send this message.

  Fuck.

  I want more of what he’s doing to me.

  I must be crazy.

  I erase the message and compose a new one.

  Hey mom, it’s Chastity. Sorry it’s so late but I went hiking today and lost my phone. Just wanted to touch base in case you’ve tried to call. I. You can reach me at this number if you need me before tomorrow (it’s a friend’s phone). Right now, I’m going to bed. Love you!

  He’ll know I messaged my mother, but that’s a chance I’m willing to take.

  I leave the bathroom and walk back to where his pants are, sli
ding the phone back inside the pocket. I then slink back under the covers and curl up next to Slade where I drift to sleep in minutes.

  ***

  I wake up the next morning with a sudden panic, momentarily confused about where I am. But then the memory comes rushing back.

  Slade lifting me up out of the river and tossing me over his shoulder.

  Locking me downstairs.

  Feeding me dinner and dessert.

  Forcing his cock in my mouth.

  Forcing me to straddle his face until I was a quivering, orgasmic mess.

  Slade rolls over and groans as he wraps an arm around me, pulling us into a spooning position, and I fully awaken, my pussy an instant furnace as his hands begin to glide over my skin.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he grumbles in my ear. “Daddy needs you right now.”

  I pull in a rush of air as his hand goes between my legs. His erection bounces against my lower back as he palms my thigh, lifting my leg up and making me easily accessible.

  After kicking away the sheet that’s covering us, he angles his cock between my folds then pushes my leg back down, effectively trapping his erection between my swollen lips.

  Low, hungry growling fills my ear as he begins to rock his hips, sliding his thick cock through my wetness without penetrating me. “Fuck, baby. Your wet little pussy is gonna make daddy cum mighty damn fast.”

  I moan and arch my back as his hand comes back around to the front of me, sliding a finger through my tuft of hair and finding my clit.

  “Oh, daddy,” I purr as he slowly and sensually rubs my aching pearl with the tip of his finger.

  His growling increases in intensity. “Yes, baby. Daddy is going to make you cum, too.”

  He sinks his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder, making me tremble. Heat builds inside of me, that ball of tension growing as I am throttled towards orgasm.

  I don’t even have to focus or work for it like I do when I masturbate. Slade’s thick manhood rubbing through my slit combined with his finger diddling my clit brings me the edge so fast I hardly know what’s hit me.

  “Mmm,” I moan, feeling my insides quake.

  “That’s good, sweetheart. Cum for daddy … give it to me so I can mark you between your legs.”

  I completely lose it at that moment, my body feeling as though it’s erupting like a volcano as I cum.

  I dig my nails into his forearm as I hold onto him, crying out in pleasure as I feel his hot seed burst out on my thigh. He growls and sinks his teeth further into my flesh, making me feel alive, devoured. He could be drawing blood and I wouldn’t care. That’s how lost I am in this moment.

  He continues pumping his hips as he circles my clitoris, my pussy a dripping mess as he spurts another load. I move my hand down there and catch some with my fingers before bringing it to my lips to taste.

  “Oh fuck,” he groans, giving one more push as he watches me clean him from my fingers. “You want to taste daddy’s juice, baby girl?”

  I huff and nod, giving my finger a good suck as he rolls his hips into mine.

  “You’re so fucking sexy…”

  I reach behind me and snake my fingers through his hair, holding onto him as he slowly goes soft. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this to me. But it feels as though I need it as much as he does.

  Slade glides his hand over my body—my leg and my hip, then my tummy and up to my small breasts. He cups them, letting his fingers softly explore my nipples, making them pucker at his touch.

  “That was just an appetizer, baby. After breakfast, I’m devouring you again.”

  I tingle all over as he kisses me on the cheek before getting up. My stomach growls and I realize how starved I am.

  “Why don’t you stay in bed while I cook us some eggs and sausage?”

  “Sounds perfect,” I answer, rolling over and pulling the sheet over me. I stare at his perfect form, his sculpted ass and huge, muscular legs as he reaches for his pants and slides them on.

  And I suddenly remember the text I sent my mom last night as he pulls his phone from the pocket.

  “What the hell?” he says after swiping the screen.

  Oh shit.

  His eyes scan what must be her reply before he looks my way.

  “You messaged your mother? From my phone?” He actually doesn’t sound or look angry. Just a little disappointed.

  I lick my lips nervously and tuck my legs to my chest. “I didn’t want her to worry about me. Read my original message, please, before you get angry.”

  “I’m not angry,” he replies, swiping the screen several more times and reading quietly, his face relaxing before slowly looking back in my direction. He sits down on the edge of the bed, passing me the phone so I can read her reply that came in not long after I’d sent the her the first one.

  My darling Chastity … I’m so glad you’re ok. I called a while ago and got a little worried when you didn’t answer but I figured you were lost in a movie. I’ll be home by dinnertime tomorrow. We can order a pizza or something. Love you!

  I flick my eyes at him, smiling, glad that she didn’t freak out and come home. “Can I send a reply?”

  “Of course,” he answers.

  Sounds great! Be careful driving home.

  I press send and hand him the phone. His eyes are boring a hole in me. “Are you shocked I didn’t call 9-1-1?”

  He pulls the sheet down, exposing my chest. “Not really.” His fingers brush across my buds, making them prick and tingle.

  “Why is that?” I ask, fighting the desire building once again between my legs.

  “Because. You already love what I do to you.”

  Leaning forward, he wraps his lips around one of my nipples and flicks his tongue over the surface, making me suck in a rush of air.

  “Daddy,” I whisper, knowing he’s right.

  My ripe but virginal body craves this man’s touch. In less than one day, I’ve become addicted.

  He looks up at me, smiling, then offers a wink before disappearing from the room.

  “I’ll be back soon with breakfast.”

  And I sink down in a pit of disappointment, knowing I’ll have to be home by dinner.

  Slade

  I make a full spread for the two of us to eat, thinking of the many ways I can devour her from head to toe before she has to leave. And the thought of that makes me stifle an angry growl.

  It did cross my mind to force her to stay, but deep down, I know she’ll come back to me. The fact that she found my phone and didn’t call the cops or tell her mother that she had been taken against her will speaks volumes about how she feels. She wants me to own her, to fuck her tight little pussy and make her cum over and over in the process.

  And I will claim that pussy as mine soon.

  For now, I’m enjoying the tease, getting to know her body, what makes her quiver and squirm and moan. And every little thing she does makes my dick rock hard.

  I’ve always loved being outside. Maybe I’ll take her through the woods and fuck her in the forest.

  “After we eat, get dressed so we can go out.”

  “Okay. Where are we going?” She licks her fingers clean, making me throb.

  “You’ll see.”

  I get up and retrieve her clothes from the dryer then bring them back to her. She’s carrying both plates down the hallway, saying she’ll load the dishwasher. And watching her prance around my house without any clothes on is awakening the beast once again.

  I decide then and there I will make Chastity mine. All mine.

  For fucking ever.

  I’d be a fool to let this sexy, gorgeous, sweet virgin walk out of my life.

  I can’t resist watching Chastity load the dishwasher, my cock turning to steel every time she bends down to slide a plate or glass or piece of silverware in the appropriate spot. I rub myself through my pants, and when she’s done, she lifts the door shut and turns around, a startled look on her face when she sees me standing there.

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nbsp; “Oh. Hi.” Her eyes navigate down, stopping midway, and she clamps her lower lip. Her nipples harden on the spot, making a growl form in the back of my throat.

  God, she really is a horny thing. I can only imagine how much honey is dripping past her delicious cherry right now.

  Fuck, I don’t know how I can be so hard after cumming all over her sweet pussy just a while ago. But damn … what this girl does to me.

  “Your clothes are on my bed. Get dressed and meet me outside.”

  I turn on my heels and walk out the front door. The sun is already a bright force, beating down on my skin and making me thirsty. But not for water.

  There’s something about the outdoors that makes me feel wild. And I’ve never been with a woman who was willing to fuck in the wild. But I can tell that Chastity is open to whatever I want. We feed off each other’s energy, and if I want to lay claim to her surrounded by trees and creatures, I motherfucking will, and she’ll motherfucking enjoy it.

  By the time Chastity is outside, I’m ravenous for her. I hear the door close behind me, and when I turn around, I see her standing there in her sexy short shorts and her t-shirt.

  Without the bra.

  Oh fuck.

  I can see the outline of her nipples through the material, thanks to the sunlight hitting the front of her, and I know my sweet virgin did this on purpose.

  “Do I look okay, daddy?”

  A groan rumbles up my throat as I eye her from head to toe—her creamy skin and long dark hair make her look like a porcelain beauty. “Yes, baby. You look perfect. Let’s go.”

  I take her by the hand and lead her down the slope of my yard, heading along a trail that winds through the woods and along the river. I’ve walked this trail many times, and it eventually connects to Whiterock Trail—the one that Chastity was on before she got turned around.

  “How long have you lived here?” she asks.

  “About six years. But my mother lived here before she died. Bought it after her husband was killed in a car accident fifteen years ago.”