by Mia Frances
Alex was leery of Wolf, but knew failing to comply would earn her another spanking. Her ass was already aching. She didn't want to make matters worse. Alex rose to her feet and slowly approached the chair.
He stood up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to him, his mouth crashing down on hers. Alex couldn't decide if it was an act of passion or aggression. Though they'd been sleeping side by side since their arrival here, he'd been too weak and sick to make love to her, their intimacy confined to his holding her in his arms as he drifted off to sleep. But the extremely large bulge in his pants indicated the period of abstinence was over. Wolf had a bum leg and a bad eye, but his cock was raring to go and ready to pick up the slack. He wanted her. Not just out of need and desire. But to reaffirm his manhood, his dominance. While his hands roughly kneaded her breasts, Alex's gaze shifted to the guns in the corner. She was fed up with Wolf and his heavy-handed, domineering ways! He'd better watch his back!
He groped her sore ass, squeezing and pawing the punished globes, his fingers insinuating themselves between her legs. She tried to back away. But his hands clamped down on her rump and held her in place. Before she knew what was happening he'd spun her around and was pushing her toward the tiny office and their bed: two of the ranger's bunk beds, with their headboards and footboards lashed together. Her emotions were confused, swinging wildly between excitement and dread.
"Take off your clothes and get on the bed," he ordered, keeping the door cracked open to let the light from the fire inside.
Alex frowned, but knew better than to argue. She turned away and began disrobing.
"Jesus fucking Christ woman! Are you a slow learner or something? Don't turn your back on me!" he growled, testily. " I just beat your ass for this not five minutes ago. Do you need a refresher already?"
"No," Alex squeaked, frantically shaking her head and pivoting to face him.
"That's more like it," he chided. "Oh and you can ditch the bashful virgin routine. I'm not buying it. You belong to me Alex! I've got a right to see what's mine."
Alex kept her eyes focused on the floor, refusing to look at him as she discarded her socks, sweater, pants, and tights.
"Keep going," he leered, enjoying the show.
She peeled off her flannel shirt and the tee shirt underneath it. Leaving only her bra and thread-worn panties.
"Them too."
Blushing, she reached back and unhooked her bra. Slowly lowering it and allowing her breasts to spill out.
"Nice!" he smiled, feasting his eyes on her curves. "Very, very nice!" Wolf licked his lips. "You may be full of piss and vinegar, and sassy as hell, but you're one beautiful woman. You take my breath away Alexandra." She peeked up at him shyly, then quickly dropped her gaze again. "Now get your sweet ass over here," he teased, plopping down on the bed.
Alex approached him cautiously, only to have his hand dart out, grab her by the waist, and pull her close. When she bumped against him, his mouth quickly opened and latched onto her breast. She gasped as his teeth bit down on her tender nipple and areola. She stiffened, squirming in discomfort, then relaxed when his tongue licked away the pain.
"Ouch," she squealed in protest, as his fingers began plucking the other nipple. He pinched so hard it brought tears to her eyes. After a minute, he let go. As the blood rushed back into the little peak she felt the most indescribable sensation. It was an intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure. She was in a daze as she watched him alternate between her breasts, suckling and tormenting with equal measure. Alex felt a throbbing between her legs, followed by a disconcerting wetness. How was it possible that she detested and despised this overbearing lout, yet was sexually aroused by him? She was beginning to wonder about the state of her sanity. Alex had read enough steamy, erotic romances to recognize the scenario. Dominant male: cowboy, billionaire, cop, Navy Seal, mountain man, firefighter, medieval knight, duke, lord, or kilt-wearing Scottish Highlander tames defiant female: wench, princess, noblewoman, schoolmarm, tomboy, cowgirl, titled Victorian lady, mail-order bride, career woman, etc. Chastising and subjugating her. Unleashing her repressed passions. Keeping her in sexual thrall. Was that what this was?
He let go of her breasts and slid her panties down to her knees. Alex's hands immediately rushed to cover herself.
"Put those hands down!" He slapped her ass to let her know he meant business. "You're mine Alexandra. You don't cover yourself or try to hide your body from me." He shoved her onto the bed, then in one swift motion pulled her underpants off and threw them on the floor. Alex scuttled back away from him, slamming into the headboard, but he seized her by the ankles and dragged her back. "Bring those knees up and spread your legs. I want to see you. See that pretty little twat of yours."
Alex cringed, mortified that he wanted to look at her…down there. She hesitated.
"Do you need a reminder of what happens when you don't mind me?" His hand shot out and slapped the meaty part of her hip, leaving a pink handprint. "Do it!" he commanded, his patience waning. When she didn't comply immediately, he gave her another hard whack in exactly the same spot, then grabbed her legs, and positioned them the way he wanted.
She closed her eyes too ashamed to look at him. Why did he have to humiliate her? Why didn't he just fuck her and get it over with?
"Open your eyes! I want you to watch."
Watch what? Wolf gave her a lecherous grin as his head descended to her crotch, his hands splaying her legs further apart. "What are you doing?" she yelped, shocked.
"Duh! What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to feast on my wife. Taste your sweet pussy." He wiggled his tongue at her.
"What?" Alex objected, horrified. "You can't do that!" she wailed.
"And why not? Who's going to stop me?" he challenged.
"I'm not…not…clean down there!" She whispered the explanation through clenched teeth. "I haven't taken a bath in a week."
"You haven't washed this week?" Wolf asked, skeptically.
"Well of course I've washed! But only sponge baths."
"I'll take my chances," he smirked, dipping his head between her legs again.
"No!" she protested. "I may not…" she had trouble getting the words out, "may not smell…you know…fresh down there."
Wolf looked up and burst out laughing. "All the better! I like women who smell like women! With just a touch of fishy aftertaste."
Alex's cheeks went from blush pink to nearly purple. She'd never had sex with Matt without first taking a bath or shower. Even when they were at camp, she'd use the outdoor solar shower if she thought they might have sex that night. She'd prided herself on always being scrupulously clean for her husband. Powdered. Perfumed. And deodorized! She felt Wolf's warm breath on her slit, and almost had a coronary. Her heart raced, tiny pearls of sweat appearing on her brow and breasts. Alex scrunched her eyes shut.
Wolf looked up. "Eyes on me," he reminded, sternly.
Alex shuddered. She wasn't used to this kind of intimate attention. Men did this to women in romance novels all the time. But that was fiction, fantasy. This was reality! Alex had been married to Matt for over two years and she could count on the fingers of one hand how many times he'd "gone down on her." Two maybe three times at most. Though he never said it, Alex was sure Matt didn't enjoy doing it. Worried that her scent put him off, Alex douched with products that made her crotch smell like lavender, coconut, and pina coladas. It didn't make a difference. Matt still wasn't interested. Alex even shaved her pubic hair off, thinking he'd prefer her girlie parts bald. All she got for her trouble were razor bumps and an itch from the prickly stubble. He never even noticed! The most he'd ever done was lick her clit once or twice while he fingered her. It took all of two seconds. His mouth never went anywhere near her vagina. Sex with Matt had been very white bread, very vanilla. He wasn't adventurous in the bedroom. She'd chalked it up to his strict Catholic upbringing and education; and his being a former altar boy and deacon in the church. Matt had insisted they abstain from any premarital sex b
efore marriage. She found that a little odd, but didn't challenge him on it. She thought waiting would increase his ardor, once they were wed, but it didn't work out that way. They'd made love every day of their weeklong honeymoon, but after that, they'd settled into a once or twice-weekly routine. It was always done in bed, in the missionary position, and always with the lights out, in the dark. Their lovemaking never lasted more than a few minutes. She'd tried to turn up the heat in their relationship, offering to give him blowjobs on several occasions, but he always freaked. In romance novels, all men liked getting head, but not Matt. He was too straight-laced! Too sexually repressed! He said he respected Alex too much to have her demean herself like that. It was a touchy subject for him so she never pressed it. Theirs had been a loving marriage, just not a passionate one. It was based on companionship, respect, and shared values. She accepted it for what it was; and, for the most part, had been content. At least she thought she was. Her focus quickly shifted to the present. "No! Stop!" she pleaded, as he licked over her velvety petals, pressing his tongue against the opening of her quivering channel. She tried to skootch away, but he held her in place. She wasn't going anywhere. "You can't do this!"
"The hell I can't," he disagreed, his eyes peeking over her mound. "Are you always this prudish in bed? Let's get one thing straight here and now: I will see, touch, taste, and smell you wherever and whenever I want! I don't imagine you fretted and fussed like this when good ol' Matt got down and dirty with your female parts. When he tended your pussy with his tongue. Did you tell him to stop?"
Alex couldn't answer. Her cheeks were so hot she felt faint.
"Well? Answer me!"
She tried to speak, but her words were nearly incoherent. "He…he...didn't! Not there!"
He lifted his head higher and looked at her incredulously. "What are you saying? Are you telling me your husband never did this to you?"
She slowly shook her head.
His eyes narrowed. "Has any man?" What the hell was the matter with her husband? How could he have had Alex in his bed every night and not pleasured her properly. He watched as she shook her head again. What the fuck? Was every man in her past a pansy? "Well I intend to remedy that. You just lay back and enjoy it."
Without another word, his head returned to the apex of her thighs, his tongue licking along her silken folds. She could barely breathe as he dragged it back and forth over the tender flesh. The tantalizing sensation left her shaken. The tip circled the opening of her narrow passage, the constant rasping unleashing a gush of arousal. He smiled, quickly lapping up her ambrosia. Alex was shocked when he thrust his tongue in and began moving and twirling it inside her.
Alex had no idea what he was touching, but, damn, it felt good! Alex could feel his fingers pulling her nether lips aside to give him greater access. She couldn't help herself. She began writhing and moaning. The more she reacted to his attention, the deeper his tongue probed. In out. In out. Her breath was coming in hitches. A coil was tightening inside her. Contracting Constricting. Like the spring in an overwound watch. The pad of his thumb grazed her swelling nub and suddenly her bottom rose off the bed, forcing his tongue to delve deeper, his finger to press harder. Alex felt guilty for not trying to stop him, but the truth was she didn't want to. Her legs splayed open wider to receive him. The friction, the heat was too much, she couldn't fight it. The coil snapped and the force of it sent her over the edge, shattering into a million pulsating pieces. Convulsions swept through her, muscles tightening and releasing, until she lay panting and spent.
She thought it was over, but it wasn't. Two fingers replaced his tongue while his mouth settled over her clit and began sucking like a hungry babe at his mother's tit. Alex felt like she was riding a roller coaster. Ratcheting higher, and higher, with every touch, every sensation. She teetered on the top, and then began the dizzying descent into rapture. Falling, flying. Swirling, swaying. Her whole body jerking and twitching. It was wonderful! It was sublime!
Alex felt Wolf moving. She was still in the throes of the most blissful spasms when she felt his rock hard member at her opening. A second later he speared her with his cock, her juices easing his way as he sank into her hot, pulsing sheath. It happened so fast, her passage had difficulty accepting his girth, stretching painfully around him. It hurt at first, but then as she grew accustomed to the fullness, the hurt gave way to flutters of pleasure.
Wolf sealed his mouth over hers, dragging his tongue across the seam of her lips, demanding entry. As soon as they parted, his tongue swept in and Wolf began plundering her mouth like a wild animal ravenous with hunger. Alex was surprised. She could taste herself; even smell herself, on his mouth! She would have thought she'd be repulsed, appalled by it…ladies didn't do such things. But far from it. She relished it! It was carnal, sensual, erotic. She found herself trembling when her tongue responded to his: tangling, teasing, sparring, probing. Wolf continued pumping in and out of her like his cock was a piston in overdrive. He let go her mouth, his head pulling back, eyes raking over her. The look was predatory, smoldering, filled with lust and the promise of exquisite pleasure to come. He frightened her and yet… Wolf dipped his head, crushing her lips with his. He owned her. He knew it and so did she. Wolf drilled into her again and again, groaning in pleasure. Every time he did, her body lifted to meet his thrusts. He smiled as he continued the invasion, delving into her delicious depths. She was so wonderfully, incredibly tight. He gyrated his hips, eliciting breathy squeals as his cock grazed her supersensitive clit. She moaned when he began shifting his hips from side to side, twisting his cock inside her. He gazed down at her. This was how it was supposed to be between them. Him buried inside her. Making love. Together. Forever. She'd see that and come around.
Wolf growled as he grabbed her ass and lifted. It wouldn't be long. He was on the verge of coming. He pounded into her and she began convulsing, squeezing his cock, her breath coming in little gasps. She threw her arms around him, embracing him fiercely, trying to drive his cock deeper inside her.
"Aargh! Alex!" Wolf came with a loud groan, her name on his lips, his body jolting and shuddering in a thunderous explosion of pleasure.
Warm liquid bathed her insides. Alex's muscles contracted, milking every drop. Wolf groaned again and slumped on top of her, sated
Alex could feel an earthquake building inside her. Shuddering and shaking, heaving and throbbing as violent tremors and contractions careened from her core. She could feel herself shattering, unraveling. Alex jolted at each aftershock, writhing in mindless ecstasy, delightful delirium. Sparkles of light glimmered behind closed eyes as she surrendered to a passion unlike any she'd ever experienced before.
The heavy weight pinning her to the bed lifted as Wolf rolled off her. Alex could smell the scent of sex and sweat lingering in the room. She cringed. She wasn't the person she thought she was. Turns out, she was shameless sex fiend! Her mother was probably rolling over in her grave right now. Good Catholic girls didn't behave this way. He tugged her closer. She didn't want to respond, but she found herself melting into his arms. Damn him! Damn him to hell!
Chapter 23
Alex squatted on the ground, pounding the dried bark, trying to pulverize it into flour. It was hard work, her knuckles raw and bleeding as they scrapped against the bottom stone with each downward stroke. The job would have been less difficult if she'd been able to find stones of the proper shape and size, but the ones she had were hardly suited for the task. The indentation in the rock she used as her mortar held a scant few tablespoons of flour and her pestle was more pointed then blunt. She looked wearily at the half-full bowl. That was all she had to show for nearly two hours work. She sighed and continued pounding hoping she'd eventually have enough to bake some bread. Their supplies were dwindling fast! They were out of almost everything Wolf had taken from the survivalist camp. There were still some dried beans and rice left, but not much. They'd be gone soon too. Wolf ventured out every day, but game had become scarce. Things were so bad he
was talking about making the grueling 14 mile trek back to the survivalist retreat to bring down whatever supplies were left there before someone else laid claim to them.
Though patches of snow still clung tenaciously to the hills, after the long wait, spring had finally arrived. Beneath the brown grass and dead leaves, tiny green shoots were emerging. The ice had begun to recede on the lakes and ponds, enabling her to get to the arrowhead and cattail roots at their edge, but not the fish. Chunks of thinning ice still covered most of the water. The days were longer, but ever-present storm clouds darkened the sky, the sun rarely making an appearance. They'd weathered the worst of it, she told herself. It was only a matter of time now, until the forest bloomed again. She walked the meadows and woods, examining the withered stalks and leaves, hoping to identify them, painstakingly writing everything down: fiddlehead ferns in the swampy area behind the maintenance shed; Queen Anne's lace, plantain, dandelion, dock, and goosefoot along the access road; milkweed and blue aster on the banks of Payne Brook; patches of burdock around the campsites in section #1; raspberries, blueberries and wild strawberries along the road just past the spring; and more, so much more. These weren't idle nature strolls, but part of the never-ending search for food. In a few weeks, when the tiny fiddleheads appeared, the first of her harvesting would begin. They'd be able to survive on nature's bounty into late fall. And if they worked hard to prepare, the generosity of the forest would see them through next winter too.
