by Aileen Rose
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asks me, his voice coming from the hut.
This is not fair. How was I to know I had to follow him?
After I have cooked, I ask him if I can eat on the table.
“I’m afraid not. You will eat on the floor again. This time though you will enjoy the luxury of eating from a plate. I want your hands on your back.”
Jeez, thanks. You are so generous. Of course, not eating off the floor is an upgrade. Keeping my hands on my back, not so much.
Instead of trying to surrender to the feminine voice inside me, telling me I should do this as elegantly as possible, I give in to my inner child once more and I make an utter mess of myself.
Once I have finished eating, he orders me to look up.
He grins. Great. Now, I am funny.
“You are such a cute little bitch!” he jests.
I frown and purse my lips and as a reply he moves his index finger disapprovingly.
“No. Don’t you dare object to me. If I say you are a cute little bitch, take it as a compliment and be glad your Lord sees you as such.”
He gets up from his chair and brings a small towel that was hanging by the shelves. He stands on his one knee in front of me and bends to wipe my lips, my chin and my nose from the grease. He is half – smiling and his eyes are not so dark now. I don’t know if I should feel proud or silly for amusing him.
I clean the dishes and remain – with his permission of course – by the lake.
“Bitch, wake up.”
When did I fall asleep? It was so quiet out here during noon and the sun’s warmth must have sedated me. It’s late afternoon now and the lake is filled with life again. Ducks, pelicans and small birds have come to life after the midday’s lethargy.
“Take your dress off and get into the lake. You will only wash yourself. No fun. Ok?”
“Yes, my Lord,” I reply drowning a yawn.
I submit to the lake’s cool water with rapture in this hot day. I choose to obey his wish and I only wash myself. He is expecting me by the shore, holding a towel, like he did yesterday.
“I’m happy you obeyed, my bitch. Remember this though. Even if you haven’t misbehaved, I have the right to order you to do something you don’t like.”
What does he mean? His eyes exude a twisted radiance. Oh, no, what does he have on his mind?
“I want you to know that what I am going to do to you now is not to punish you. It’s just for my pleasure. Will you obey?”
How can I obey if I don’t know what he wants to do to me?
“No, no. Don’t think about it,” he interrupts my thoughts, “Just answer.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
He smiles wickedly.
“Who would have thought that you would be a good bitch after all? Come.”
He leads me under a tree by the lake and he asks me to raise my hands over my head. His order reminds me of last morning when he raped me. Could this be what he wants again? I feel wet between my legs at the thought of his body close to mine.
My wishful thinking is in vain as he takes out of his pants’ pocket a rope and binds my hands on a branch above me. I’m totally naked and hanging from a tree like a piece of merchandise to be sold.
“I will go swim. Will you be a good bitch for me?”
I lower my gaze and nod.
“You really amaze me,” he adds and takes off his clothes.
He doesn’t rush while swimming. My shoulders and my neck feel slightly sore when he comes out.
Fortunately, after he dries himself with the towel, he walks towards me. If I wasn’t afraid of being punished I would break the ‘don’t talk rule’ and I would beg him to untie me. I feel uncomfortable.
“Yesterday, you proved to me that you can be obedient and that you can be as low as an animal. Today, I will teach you how to surrender completely.”
Surrender? Haven’t I surrendered already? I go on looking down, but as my eyes meet his – enlarged now – manhood I blush.
“See?” he says, “You still haven’t surrendered. If you had, you wouldn’t be shy of my nakedness.”
He comes closer and whispers on my lips.
“I am not going to hurt you, I promise you.” He words induce a delectable knot on the lower part of my belly. “But you are about to experience something really intense and in order to enjoy it fully you have to relax and let me have complete control over your body. Can you do this?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Just the reply I was expecting.”
His lips softly brush mine, taking my breath away. I am left with an unsatisfied desire when he removes his lips, moving to my neck. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine so much.
As he proceeds to my breasts, he kneads them with his palms and licks my nipples. I moan.
“Do you like this, my bitch?”
“Mmmm…yes…”
“Yes, what?” he says, denying me at that moment his sweet torture until I offer him the proper answer to his question.
“Yes, my Lord.”
He traces small kisses down my stomach and my belly. My sex pulsates from unruly need.
Just when I am sure he will kiss the most private part of my body, he stops.
“Hmmm…I think it will be better for you if we add one more thing,” he says and runs to the hut.
I shiver at the thought of what he will do to me. Why did he go?
Conor, please don’t torment me.
He comes back quickly holding a woman’s delicate black scarf and he covers my eyes with it. Its fabric feels really smooth, like it’s made out of silk.
“I don’t want anything to distract you. Focus on what you sense.”
And then, I feel it and I jerk my legs clumsily. His lips are on the sensitive skin of my sex. Something warm and wet forces my folds open. It must be his tongue. It moves slowly over my clit. At least that is how the author of the novel I had read, called it. From the sensation, I understand she was referring to this spot. I bite my lip in a weak effort to control myself from the impact he has on me.
Obviously, he senses my tension and grabs with both hands my buttocks steadying me and making me bound to his rhythm. I want him to go faster. I need release.
But no. He tortures me, licking me slowly. He doesn’t leave any part undiscovered. It’s as if he wants to copy a map of the area using his tongue. I feel like fainting. Blood is rushing through my head and my ears burn. I can hardly breathe.
Come on, Conor, faster. Please, faster.
My thoughts escape my mind and transform into words:
“Please, my Lord,” I mutter between heavy breaths. Being tied and blindfolded, driven to this path of pure pleasure is beyond anything I have ever experienced.
With my plea, he shoves his fingers in the flesh of my buttocks and I know it’s a form of reprehension.
His grasp on my ass and his tongue on my burning flesh lead me to intense, relieving spasms that make my whole body shake.
When I have landed on earth again, he takes the scarf away from my eyes and unties me. Like a lifeless doll, I fall weak in his arms.
“It’s okay. Can you walk?” he asks.
“Yes, my Lord,” I say spiritlessly.
He chuckles.
“I don’t think you can.” And he picks me up in his arms. I lay my head on his shoulder. What is this man doing to me? I have completely lost myself in him.
He gently lays me on his bed and lights the fire. I doze off until he returns.
“No. You can’t sleep. Not yet,” he says.
“Mmmm…”I protest.
He kisses me and opens my legs, inserting his finger inside me.
“You are so ready for me. It would be a pity not to take advantage of this,” I hear him close to my ear. I’m still unable to open my eyes. A cloud of sweet fatigue surrounds me.
He thrusts in me violently, filling me. Of course he did it on purpose. To wake me up. He takes me like an animal that he is, waking up recently
satiated sensations. We are entangled tightly like one body, moving in harmony. His hands on my body are rough and tender at the same time, caressing, squeezing and worshipping every part of my flesh.
To my great disappointment, he pulls out of me. He smiles, seeing my disillusioned expression.
“Don’t worry. We are not over. This was only in order to revive you.”
He lies beside me on his back.
“I want you to be on top.”
“Me?”
I really don’t know what I am supposed to do if I am on top of him. All the times we had sex, he had the control.
“Don’t worry. Do as I say. I will guide you.”
Shyly, I climb over him and stand with open legs waiting for his instructions.
He reaches for his penis and I feel the tip of it in the opening of my vagina, stretching me delightfully.
“Now, sit slowly,” he orders. I accept his full length willingly as my inner muscles clasp around him.
“You are so tight and warm,” he says with lust burning his eyes. His passion for me, urges me to please him. Instinctively, I raise my hips and then lower them seductively.
I let out a cry of satisfaction, tilting my head backwards.
“Yes, bitch,” he says harshly, “Show me how much you like this. How wet you get by my possession over you. Right now while my cock is in your sweet pussy, you belong to me. You are my bitch.”
I have heard the words ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ before. Our servants’ children use them frequently, along with other vulgar words of that sort. Of course, I was forbidden by my parents to use such unsuitable words for a lady like me. The truth is that whenever I heard these words, I felt disgusted. But coming out of his mouth, while his wolf eyes want to eat my flesh from desire, they ignite a fire inside me.
I move faster, easing him out and pushing him in with intensity until I feel pain. I want him in the depths of my soul. I want all his glory inside me, filling me, making me his.
He grabs my waist to control my rhythm and we climax in agony. We are sweating and still blazing.
I lie on his chest, his frantic heartbeat close to me and his penis still throbbing in me.
“Do I have permission to sleep on your bed, my Lord?”
He strokes my hair.
“No.”
I look at him, my eyes two pools of tears.
“You still don’t deserve it. You will prove your worth tomorrow. If you pass my test, perhaps I will let you sleep with me.”
I can’t hold a betraying tear, fleeing my eye.
“Don’t cry. This is not a punishment. You have done exceptionally well. I am really proud of you.”
He kisses my tear.
“The reason I am doing this is because when I do let you sleep on my bed, you will truly appreciate it. You will not take it for granted. It will mean a lot more then. You will see.”
His words soothe my hurt feelings.
“You are a beautiful girl, Calista,” he says, surprising me.
“I am Calista again?” I dare ask, powerless to hide my enthusiasm.
He closes his eyes for a moment as if he is trying to regain his self – control.
“Go to sleep. You are allowed to wear a nightgown,” he snaps roughly and I know I just witnessed a glimpse of another side of him that he masterfully conceals.
Chapter 7
A pattern seems to form in my new everyday life. He wakes me up, turns into a wolf and goes hunting. When he returns, either in wolf or human form, I kneel respectfully in front of him for as long as he desires and then I cook. I presumed that after surrendering to him entirely and obeying his rules strictly, he would let me eat on the table. But once more I have to eat on the floor.
I wonder what is the test he was talking about last night. What new way of assessing my boundaries has he come up with? I no longer feel fear. He has spanked me, raped me, humiliated me in ways I would have never imagined. But I survived and now I feel stronger then ever. There is a sweet anticipation of what is to come. If I pass this test, he will let me sleep on his bed, close to him.
Calista, don’t mess it up.
Why do I yearn so much to sleep with him when two days ago I was disgusted by him? Why did my heart beat faster when I saw him come back from hunting this morning? And I know I blush a lot. I am self – conscious around him. Careful of how I move, how I talk, even how I breathe. Not out of fear of being punished. But because I require his approval in everything I do. Has he bewitched me? Is that also a power of his, as it is to change shapes?
After a lazy afternoon, swimming in the lake and then cooking dinner, he orders me to take off my dress and kneel in front of him naked, while he is sitting on the bed.
“I noticed the first time we were in the lake that you were rather hesitant to touch my cock. Why was that, bitch?”
I turn red at the mention of the word ‘cock’.
“Because I had never seen a grown man’s penis before, my Lord. And of course, I have never touched one.”
“Aren’t you curious to touch it? See how it feels? You have felt it inside of you, but it’s not the same as holding it in your hands.”
So, this is today’s test. To touch his most intimate part. I can do that.
He gets up and takes off his clothes. When he is completely naked he sits again on the bed. As I am kneeling in front of him, my eyes are at the same height as his ‘cock’. I really have to get used to this word if I want to stop being scared of it. And, yes, I admit it. It is intimidating. But when it is inside me, it feels so heavenly.
It is wrinkled and small and it looks so different than when he is aroused. I don’t want to touch it at all.
“You should see your face,” he says, looking amused.
I gaze at him unsettled.
“All your emotions are depicted on it. You are not attracted to my cock, are you?”
I bow my head, avoiding eye contact with him.
“It’s okay, bitch,” he states in a solacing way. “Many women don’t feel comfortable with men’s intimate parts. Do you trust me, bitch?”
Do I? Well, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have come back to him.
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Good. Then if you trust me, I want you to take my penis in your hand.”
I reach with my right hand to touch it, but I spontaneously close my eyes. I open them immediately, as I don’t want to make him feel bad.
“If you feel better by closing your eyes, I give you permission to do so,” he says and I almost sigh in relief closing them again.
I have no clue as to what to do with it. I grab it in my hand tightly.
“Whoa! Not so firm, my bitch!” he warns me.
He guides my hand with his, moving up and down smoothly. The more I move my hand, the more it grows and becomes harder. I like its sensation more now. As I am curious to see how it looks like, I open my eyes. I have never come so close to it. It looks threatening, but alluring at the same time. When I raise my eyes to look at him, he is breathing heavily and his eyes are filled with lust. This is the effect my touch has on him and I relish it. Biting my lip, I eagerly move my hand faster. Under my hand, he grows solid.
Unexpectedly, he clasps my hand and stops me.
“No, I don’t want to come like this. This wasn’t the test, my bitch.”
No? Oh, did I do something wrong?
“Don’t worry. You did well,” he says as if he can read my mind one more time, “Better than I imagined. What I want you to do now is to lick it.”
What? He has got to be joking. Lick it? There is no way I am putting my tongue on it.
“Like you would lick an ice – cream.”
I am beyond terrified.
“Didn’t you know girls do this?”
“No, my Lord.”
“Most married women do it to please their husbands. Don’t you want to be loved by your husband?”
Yes, I do. But not because I would be licking his penis. This is disgusting. Oh, my
…Does that mean that my mom does this to my dad?
Calista, why did you have to think of this? It’s gross.
I lower my gaze and don’t reply.
“Bitch, look at me. I can’t make you do something that you don’t want to. I think we have established this. I order you something and you do it and that pleases me incredibly. However, in this case, it is something perhaps beyond your boundaries and I can’t force you to do it. So, tell me. Do you want to lick my cock?”
I clench my eyelids trying to figure out what to do. But before I have a chance to think, he gets up and reaches for his pants.
“You don’t have to decide. It’s obvious you don’t want to do it.”
No…I have upset him…He didn’t mind licking me yesterday and bringing me to an unparallel ecstasy. Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I give him the same pleasure he so selflessly offered me?
I seize his pants, gazing at him in agony.
“Please, my Lord, let me satisfy you,” I whisper.
He just stands over me, with his wolfie eyes trying to discern my true intentions. I unbutton his pants and lower them. After he has taken them off and has sat on the bed again, I take his cock in my hand. Coming closer to him, I give it a slight brush of my tongue as if it is a lollipop. Hmmm…it doesn’t taste bad. I give it another try and another. I attempt to keep my tongue on him and trace a wet path from the tip to the end of it.
“Do you know how much I like this, my bitch?” he mutters.
I can’t contain a smile. For some reason, I feel proud.
“Do you think you can put it in your mouth and continue licking?” he asks.
I agree with a nod of my head.
Calista, you can do this.
I swirl my tongue around the tip of his penis and then timidly insert it in my mouth. I am curiously wet between my thighs. Why do I get aroused by putting him in my mouth?
“Go as deep as you can,” he says, “It can’t fit all of it in your beautiful little mouth. At least for now. We’ll take it slow.”
