by Ava Hunt
It was then that Morgan brought his hands, slick with the burning oil, to her ass. Generously rubbing it over her ass, he set her ass on fire. Then, he brought a studded paddle to it.
The bumps of the paddle slapping against her skin, each time in the same spot, drove her to buck, which increased the pressure on her clit and her nipples, and it all was a dance of endless, tortuous ecstasy.
Beneath her shut lids, she saw mandalas of rainbows, streams of flowing colors, and her body seemed separate from the rest of the world. She was in a realm that only belonged to her and Morgan.
Then, the paddle stopped its back and forth claiming of her ass. Her quivering body sent shockwaves through her captured clit and nipples. Her breasts swelled down, hanging heavy with the pressure of her position and them being pulled.
The cool feel of leather, Morgan’s hand in a glove, knocked at her back door. A smooth leather finger pressed against her hole, and then she breathed out.
“Push out against me and take me in,” Morgan instructed her. It was then she opened her eyes, turning her head a little to see his face.
“Yes,” she said, pushing, locking eyes with him as he shoved a gloved finger into her ass, quickly sliding another into her.
Her body convulsed around him and Morgan grinned widely at her. The glow of his approval overtook her and she felt the shakes of an orgasm threatening. Waiting in the wings.
He pumped into her, scissoring his fingers and stretching her. Sounds that seemed to come from somewhere else, but that Mercy knew were her moans of ecstasy, flooded the room. He yanked his fingers out of her and slid his cock in fully.
Mercy bucked, yanking her clit and her nipples, then bouncing back against her as he grabbed first her hips to pull her back. Then, he brought one hand up to squeeze one of her breasts.
Pleasure flooded her body, and she shuddered over him, her body fluttering to take him.
Morgan’s cock was in a vise of Mercy’s pleasure as she worked him over. Little Mercy came like a champ, and fucking her made him feel more alive than he knew possible.
Pulling off his glove, his brought his hand to her soaking pussy, daring to dip a finger inside.
He rubbed her cum all over her body, up her stomach and over her nipples, and his still juicy fingers then met her mouth. Rubbing her intensive orgasm and the cinnamon oil over her tongue, Morgan felt his own orgasm threatening to explode when her lips closed over his finger.
With all the strength of the walls of her ass taking him, her mouth sucked on his finger, consuming her cum the way she took his cock. With utter abandon. He pulled his fingers free from her mouth, her next orgasm on the horizon, and grabbed at her collar, pulling it back just enough to take her breath away while she came. Her body shuddered a little but the quaking of her orgasm that rocked his cock hard in her told him that the intended pleasure had been delivered.
Both of them were boiling in sweat through the throes of their ecstasy, but the evening was far from over.
Morgan would not cum yet.
He had to pull his cock out of her and shed the rubber fast, because he didn’t want to waste his load when he was going to fill up his little toy with his seed. He needed to get his Mercy pregnant.
The rubber tossed aside, he met her insistent whimpering. “Going to shove my cock up that sweet pussy now,” he told her. Then he rammed deep inside of her.
Her whimpering to be filled was sated when Morgan’s cock was pulsing with need for her. His cock belonged in her, felt right in her. It made them both come alive.
“I saved my cum for you because you’re going to have my baby,” he groaned, her swollen cunt taking him so well that he knew he’d explode any moment.
He roared out in pleasure, grasping her breasts with both of his hands and pulling off each clamp. Taking each of her breasts in one hand, he pulled off the clit clamp next. He undid the restraints her arms had been in and then he pulled her body deep against his, setting her up. He rubbed her wrists strongly with his, returning the sensation to them and making sure she was safe.
In agonized patience, he pulled his cock out of her, flipped her around, and then slid back into her, crushing her tiny little body with his own.
Her newly free hands shot and grabbed his neck, pulling her body closer to his and Morgan knew she was using it to try and control how much of his cock she got.
Morgan dipped his head down to her breasts and lapped his tongue over the reddened flesh where the clamps had been.
Mercy’s back arched, pushing her breasts further into his mouth. When one of her hands gripped his hair, he took one of her nipples between his teeth.
Mercy cried out, and when she finally put her arms back over her head, only then did Morgan release her nipple from his teeth and went back to caressing her flesh with his lips, his tongue, worshiping her skin while he fucked her pussy, hard.
She tasted like a summer wind and an autumn sky in his mouth, setting him ablaze. She was absolutely perfect for him.
“Mine,” he growled against her skin. He lifted up his body and angled himself for deeper, longer, stronger, slower thrusts into her dripping pussy.
Her hips rolled under his, and he pressed his hands down on her hips, holding her down to take him.
Her sweet little whimper was what sent him over the edge. Morgan couldn’t wait any longer to jet his hot seed inside of Mercy.
Sweat rolled off his body, slicked between the two of them as her body was flush from arousal and her own sweat. Her legs rose up higher and higher to wrap around him, but Morgan trailed his fingers down her hips and swiftly grabbed both of her thighs and pushed them up high, practically next to her head.
It made his cock drive so deep into her that she screamed with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head at the intensity of their fucking. He fucked deep into her, pressing his seed full into her.
Mercy would get pregnant and he would be sure of it. He was going to feed her his cock every day to be sure of it. She was his and his alone, claimed and collared.
“Goddamn, unghhhh,” Morgan groaned, pumping her deep and full of his seed. Coming inside of her like this, to make sure she was pregnant with his child, it made him come undone like nothing had ever before. Morgan would never get enough of taking Mercy over and over again. Every fuck was a different mark he laid on her, another claim of her body and soul. She was every inch, every ounce, his. Pressing into her was pressing himself further into, joining them even more.
Her strength was gone from her body, rocketing deep into another orgasm that took all of her energy. He wanted her sated. He wanted her full. Her body had gone limp from the sheer intensity of her orgasms and how hard he had fucked her.
Morgan buried himself deep inside of her, collapsing against her and feeling her pillowy breasts against the hard wall of his chest. He’d fucked her harder than he’d ever fucked before and he sought solace in her soft, silky skin. Releasing her legs, he grabbed her wrists and brought them to her legs. He licked some sweat off on her skin, breathing her natural musk in deep and letting it mix with the pleasure overloading his mind.
Pulling out his cock when he’d finally finished unloading into her, Morgan locked eyes with Mercy. Her lazy lids were barely alert, but when his eyes sought hers she strained to pay attention. Eager.
Morgan liked that a lot.
The End
Bearly Wet
She is just looking for a sugar daddy...
Rue Manor meets Micah Kane online, not realizing that the site she thinks is for sugar daddies in reality is for more dominant shifter men.
He needs a woman to satisfy his darker urges...
Micah has been charmed by Rue, but quickly grows frustrated with their online play and decides to bring the game directly to her.
Her fears threaten to ruin everything...
Rue finds that Micah's urges are more than she expected, and everything that she desires. Will she be able to let herself submit to Micah's dark love?
&nbs
p; *This is a standalone novella shifter retelling of "Possession" with a happily ever after ending. It is intended for mature readers and features explicit scenes and language*
Chapter One
Life was good for Rue Manor. She was pretty, popular, and overcome by gifts and material objects. Her curves were accentuated by the finest clothes Daddy's credit cards could buy and her pretty features were sharpened to a runway model's by the best makeup on the market. Life was nothing but a toy for her own amusement.
If only she weren't so damn bored.
It was that boredom and lack of adventure that led the timid blonde to sign up for an online friend finder geared toward alternative lifestyles. She wanted to see some depth, some depravity; dip her toes in the pool and see how she liked the water. She didn't take the registration too seriously, but was relieved when she realized that there was a checkbox for "over 21" and she could finally click "yes" to that thanks to a birthday three weeks prior.
"Time to get out of this rut and find something interesting to do for the summer other than work for Malcomb at some stuffy office."
The job was only temporary, and it helped appease her parents. She had left the university and the job was a condition her parents gave in order to stay at her apartment near the school instead of coming home. She did not want to move back in with her parents like a child, but she wasn't thrilled with the aspect of work either. Ideally, she needed to stay on her parents good graces so they continued to foot her bills, or she needed to find a man. It was that understanding that made the girl to sign up for the online site, a site she believed was geared to helping rich men find someone to pamper. Need to find me a sugar daddy.
With that thought, Rue turned on the computer and checked her profile for any messages, updating it with a few bikini photos for good measure. I can tease these old men if it means they'll loosen their wallet, she mused.
****
Micah Kane was flipping through profile after profile again while waiting on his connecting flight. Everyone was the same; women in a variety of subservient and submissive poses telling the prospective Dom all about their lack of pride and limits. Micah sighed so audibly the woman in front of him turned around. What he wanted and what he craved was change, someone different, someone that wouldn't fake their cries or their tears. Someone who thought she knew what she wanted until put into the situation. Micah wanted a true submissive, someone that he could bend to his will, and someone who didn't find it role playing. He was tired of faking through it. He knew he was lying to himself and his dick knew it. I want to mark something beautiful.
He was just about to log off when he saw her in the New Profiles listing. Honey blonde hair, painfully young features compared to his other play dates, and looked like a cheerleader fresh off camp. She said she was looking for adventure, for something she'd never known before, for a Daddy to buy her things.
Cupcake wants a Sugar Daddy and came to a BDSM site for it, Micah laughed out loud at the thought, we'll see how she does.
He hurriedly dashed off a link to his profile after taming it down a bit, added in a gallery of safe-for-work photos, and a tentative response to her: "You look fresh as a daisy, Rue.” He clicked off the site, stuffed away his phone, and for the first time in many weeks looked forward to a reply.
He slicked a hand through his slightly graying dark hair and thought of the last time he had a 21 year old. He had been thirty. His cock twitched at the thought of what he could do with someone so flexible and energetic, how long they'd last bound to a St. Andrews Cross, and how many times she'd come before giving out completely.
While he wasn't expecting anyone to excite him, he couldn't help but feeling a bit optimistic on the sweet confused girl. Deep inside him, his bear roared to life. It'd been a long time since he'd been out to roam, and Micah made a note to take a few days off to explore as soon as he returned home from his trip. Don't want him getting out and scaring the poor girl.
Checking the time, he barely made his plane from the distraction of his newfound friend. Rue. She was perfect for what he wanted his next to be like.
****
Ding.
The alert from the website startled Rue. To save effort, she had put a notification to send all replies straight to her phone's messaging service. She checked out his profile and the picture of the man held her captivated. The profile showed him to be mid-40s, was tall by his stats, and his eyes were this deep brown that looked almost black in a couple of the pictures. She wondered what made his eyes darker like that. She imagined it was lust filling his eyes, lusting for a woman to pamper and take care of. His likes and quotes were similar to hers and he sounded great on paper. She noticed that he stated he was dominant and the idea of flirting back with him was exhilarating, not like the passive boys she was used to dating.
She sent him a wink and waited. After a while she stopped refreshing the page and moved on to other things, checking back later that evening to a blank message box. The morning came and she had a flutter of excitement when she noticed two messages in the inbox, but sadly none were from him. Why would I say yes to those old geezers when there's someone so much more attractive that's interested?
It was a couple of days until she got a message back from him.
“I have been looking for you. Are you ready to submit yourself to someone and something that could give you what you crave?”
Rue looked at the words several times. She didn't quite know what the man meant by the message, so she kept typing and then erasing her replies. She needed to come off as confident and secure, older than her years, and definitely not desperate. Kimmy said this was going to be easy. Sign up, snag someone, and get tons of presents for very little time and effort. Why am I so nervous about it then?
After three days she came back with a sassy retort about not submitting to just any man. In Rue's world, submitting was just another word for being took care of; financially, emotionally, and physically. And since she hadn't had a boyfriend in ages to satisfy that physical urge, at the very least Rue wanted to meet him to hookup. She needed a release and wanted the older man to touch her like she'd never been touched.
Another ding of the computer chime alerted her to his reply.
“I am not just any man. By the time I am done with you, there will be no question of who you belong to.”
Rue shivered at his words and thought that this could be perfect for her. A hot sexy man to fill her bed and her bank account, while keeping her parents off her back about job searching for more than part time office work.
They started instant messaging, talking small talk filled with sexual innuendo. Rue hadn't had so much fun in ages. The older man knew precisely what to say to keep her interested and her mind occupied thinking of future events.
Before either of them knew it, two hours had passed just in simple messages back and forth and the hour had grown late. Micah needed to leave the office and get on his way home.
His number quickly followed their mutual goodnights with a time to call him. Rue waited until then and dialed from her cell phone. His rich baritone voice said her name and she was lost from that moment on. The calls became daily, then several times a day. By the time the month was out, Rue was going to bed with him every night, at least with him in her phone. He would coax her to play with herself, until her sweet moaning would trigger his own lust on the other end of the phone.
****
“I want to see you, we need to meet. I have to know if this would be the same in person.”
“And if it is?”
“Then you will have to be mine.”
“You make it sound so simple, Mr. Kane.”
"It is simple, Rue. Meet me and see."
"Okay, I've an hour to kill. I'll be at the corner of South and Broad at the Ground Brews coffeehouse. I'm here every day at noon, so it's convenient."
"I'll be there," he said, before switching off the phone.
Rue nervously twitched at the small coffee table. She had bee
n waiting for almost ten minutes, though most of it was because she was always early for everything. She was waiting for a man that she had met and talked to online for the last month but whom she really knew nothing about. While it was exciting, it also started to worry her a bit. What if he's not looking for someone to take care of? What if he's some psycho creep that gets his kicks meeting and murdering girls?
She checked her phone again, wondering if she had a message from him. At only five minutes late, Rue was already restless and she sucked down the rest of her drink. She wished that she was in a bar and the drink was vodka on the rocks. Something to calm her nerves. She'd looked forward to this, and now that it was here was growing more and more uneasy. She looked around at the few people standing in line. None of them looked like the picture on her phone, the one she had been looking at for the last month.
