by Nikki Wild
His nearness was messing with her and she had to catch herself before she answered, "My...father," she squeaked.
He looked at her. "He has good taste. He must have if he raised a girl like you."
Kelly smiled nervously. "What kind of girl am I?"
His eyes flickered. "One that shouldn't be approaching strange men in bars. Guys like me could get the wrong idea about you."
"Guys like you?" she prodded, hoping he would betray his interest.
He didn't answer except with a wicked grin. Kelly felt a strong downward rush and pressed her thighs together. His grin grew wider as if he knew exactly what had happened.
Kelly pressed her hands into the bar. He was making her feel dizzy and unstable. She didn't like feeling this out of control
"What if you have the right idea about me?" she purred, masking the tension on her voice. Kelly reached out her finger and traced it along the rim of his glass. Then making sure she held his gaze, she wrapped her fingers around the glass and brought it to her lips. Closing her eyes, she knocked back the rest of his bourbon.
Kelly relished the burn as the whiskey slid down her throat and into her belly. The spreading warmth radiated through her body and she moaned softly in spite of herself.
When she opened her eyes he was staring at her. "You drank my drink," he said matter-of-factly.
"I did."
"That wasn't very nice."
"Wasn't it?"
"Bad girl."
"I guess so."
"I think," he said, leaning closer and catching her pendant again. "I think I'm going to make you pay for that."
"What does it cost?"
"Coming home with me."
Relief and desire flooded through Kelly. It was working. In spite of how dizzy this man was making her feel, the pieces were still falling into place. "Is that all?"
"You'll get your punishment there."
"Better make it my place," she smiled.
He tugged lightly on her chain. The metal bit into her flesh and made her choke a little. "Your place then." He stood from his stool. Kelly was surprised to see he was even taller than she had realized. His broad shoulders and barrel chest made everyone around him seem small in comparison. He was huge and yet he moved elegantly. He was powerful and aggressive. She wondered how he would sound in bed.
With a flick of his wrist, he left a crisp one hundred dollar bill on the bar and turned to her without another thought. "Lead the way, naughty girl."
"My name is Kelly," she smiled, extending her hand.
"Sawyer," he murmured, bending his lips to her fingers.
*****
"First door on the left," Kelly squeaked.
The orgasm in the car had left her shaky and breathless. Sawyer had held her arm, carefully and like a proper gentleman as she wobbled through the parking lot of the non-descript hotel. They had taken the elevator, and she stepped wobbly out into the hallway and pointed to her room.
Sawyer stepped out of the elevator, once more making her throat go dry at the sight of him. But what he did next had her trembling even harder.
"This isn't working," he muttered. And with an easy swoop, Kelly suddenly found herself flung over his back and carried down the hall like a caveman. She felt a cool breeze hit her as her skirt flipped up and exposed her ass to the ceiling. His face was right there, inches from her wetness and the thought of what he might do to her made her shiver in expectation.
Sawyer took her room key and pushed open the door to her room with a bang. Then he flung her onto the bed where she landed with a light bounce. He let his jacket fall to the floor and jumped onto the bed to straddle her. Kelly lifted her face for the expected kiss, but instead he pressed her backwards until she was flat on her back. His rock hard chest crushed her breasts. He looked at her from above, his eyes flitting back to the predatory green that held her magnetically.
She exhaled and was about to speak when his lips slammed into hers once more. His huge hands were suddenly everywhere at once, threading through her hair, stroking down her bare arms, and lifting her skirt up to her tummy and stroking the soft skin. She responded at once. Wiggling invitingly, she shimmied her dress over her head. Her breasts jutted high in their lacy red confection and he moved his lips to them instantly. She bent her head back and groaned delightedly to feel his hands cupping and lifting her generous orbs. He ran a finger along the lace and tweaked her nipples free. Curling his tongue around one and then the other, his practiced touch drew tiny jolts of electricity that spread warmth down her belly and into that soft place between her legs. Eager for him to continue, she reached behind her back and undid the hook, allowing them to spill free.
“I need to know that you’re ready for this… Tell me you’re mine.”
She was ready. Heat pulsed in between her thighs at the proximity of his cock. She could feel it pressing his jeans, its rock hard insistence unable and unwilling to be denied. She moved her hands down, ready to stroke his length, testing, wondering if it was as long and as smooth as she hoped.
“I’m yours…”
Her hands traveled past Sawyer's rippling abs and moved to cup around his member, but he pulled away with a grunt and grabbed her firmly by the wrists. With a sudden violence he pressed them into the mattress above her head, pinning her down with all his strength. She cried out in surprise and then shrieked out loud once again when he snaked a hand under her back and flipped her onto her belly with a practiced motion. He covered her with his weight, pinning her underneath him so thoroughly that she could barely inhale much less protest.
She looked up in shock when the rope appeared out of nowhere. Before she could react, she was moored to the headboard.
Kelly looked at her wrists in shock. He had tied them together before she even had time to react. She tugged at the rough bonds, the excitement building inside. No man had ever controlled her so completely, and she wanted nothing more than to give herself away to the sensation. His eyes seemed to sparkle triumphantly, and she decided to play his little game.
"Hey!"
"I told you," Sawyer breathed in her ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her earlobe, "you needed to pay."
"This is my punishment?" She tugged again incredulously but only succeeded in tightening the knots.
There was another low noise, and this time it was definitely a growl. And with a resounding smack, he cracked his open palm across her ass.
Kelly shrieked in protest even as the feelings of pain and pleasure welled up inside. She squirmed to pull her legs underneath her torso and sit up but another smack sent her sprawling back flat onto her tummy. "Oh fuck!" she swore. The stinging heat from the blow was ringing through her body, sending all her senses into red alert. She flushed red with desire.
Sawyer cupped her throat from behind. She wasn't able to see him despite twisting and tugging against her bonds. So she jumped when his voice filled her ear once more. "No, I don't think I will," he breathed.
Oh God… She thought to herself. Was he serious? She needed this. She needed this more than air!
He cupped her ass again. She squirmed futilely as he kneaded and stroked the soft skin. He spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing even more of her sex than before. She shuddered to feel his cool breath near the base of her puckered opening. The anticipation of the coming blow wracked her nerves.
When the spanking finally came, she found to her shock that she welcomed it. The entirely new feeling of helplessness intensified the sensations until the blow felt just as welcome and exhilarating as a kiss. The heat from his palm created heat in her groin. And just like how he knew in the car, Sawyer seemed to sense when her pussy flooded in response to him. He hugged her around the waist and lifted her to her knees.
Kelly found herself face down, ass up in the bed, her sex pointing nearly at the ceiling. Never had she felt more exposed and vulnerable. The stinging heat of his blows had brought fire to her cheeks, but now the blood rushed to her head as she was suspended
nearly upside down. She rocked forward onto her elbows and looked through her legs to see Sawyer pulling his pants down.
But instead of the thrust of a cock at her entrance, she felt the slow lap of a tongue.
"Uuuungh." The guttural sound ripped from Kelly's throat before she could catch hold of it. He was flicking an expert tongue along the whole length of her sex. As his quicksilver tongue moved faster and faster, Kelly felt herself poised to explode. She pressed backwards, grinding herself into his face. Just as the pressure reached its peak...he pulled back.
"Nooooo!" Kelly moaned as he denied her the release she desperately needed.
"I think," she heard him say through the haze of her frustration, "that you need to ask my permission to cum."
"Fuck!" she swore.
"Yes, that too," Sawyer remarked mildly and thrust forward. Kelly gasped in shock at the sudden invasion as he surged upward inside of her. She wasn't prepared for him to take him like this, tied to the bedpost and on her knees, but he grasped hold of her hips and thrust forward savagely.
She rocked forward, nearly banging her head into the headboard as he impaled her from behind with that rock hard cock. Kelly was helpless as she felt the mounting pressure return. He slid his hand around her waist and placed an authoritative finger on that sensitive nub and began to rub in time with his thrusting. She moaned helplessly, awash in sensations and emotions. This was wrong, this was bad.... This was so fucking amazing! the orgasm began to build unbidden. She thrashed against him, trying to push herself over, but he grasped her hard around the waist.. He snaked his fingers around to pinch her sensitive nipples and she shrieked. The sensation washed up and up and....”Please may I cum!" she shouted.
"What was that?" he asked.
She was so close and he was driving her crazy. "I need to cum, let me cum please!"
Kelly tweaked her nipple once more to make her squeak. Then he moved his hands back to her clit. She exhaled in relief to feel his thumb back in place and squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate. Sawyer bent low over her ear, the feel of his warm chest pressing into her back nearly overwhelmed her then and there. "You may cum, Kelly," he whispered.
The brush of his lips against her sensitive earlobe was all it took. The pleasure that had been denied for so long ripped heedlessly through her. She forgot who she was, she forgot the stupid conference, she forgot that this stranger had no right to master her the way he did. She forgot everything except the exquisite agony of his hands on her skin, his teeth at her neck and his cock buried to the hilt inside of her. She screamed as the shockwaves of her orgasm crashed into the next one. On and on she came until her sight dimmed at the edges and she grew dizzy. But still Sawyer pushed her forward, giving her no breathing room between the intensity of each one. He pounded into her like an automaton, his strokes never wavering in their cadence, his thumb never moving from her overstimulated clit. She felt tears spring to her eyes as the sensation became overwhelming.
And then the growling returned. A low noise, barely audible at first, it sounded more like the noise her nerves were making than anything outside of her. But as it grew louder, Kelly bent and looked through her legs at the man who was inside of her.
There was a haze in the air, a strange shimmer. And as Sawyer exploded inside of her, she blinked, several times, trying to clear it. It was only when he growled again, pulling himself free from her dripping wet pussy, only when she felt the rake of his fingertips rip the rope free with one jagged swipe, only when she turned to kiss him and saw the way his face was shimmering and battling to maintain it’s shape, that she slowly began to realize what she had done. She had glimpsed the beast inside him.
"What are you?" she breathed, rubbing her sore wrists.
"Shifter," he growled, his features rearranging themselves into the gorgeous planes of Sawyer's face once more. "Are you scared?"
She felt a tingle ripple through her. Tonight she was a different woman, and she had felt pleasure unlike anything she had every known. "No," she whispered. “I’m yours…”
She licked her lips as he stared in silence, the passion between them already overwhelming any sense of time and space. There was only one thing left to do. With the mighty bear shifter standing mere inches away, his passion and his control absolute, she couldn’t stop the words escaping her lips.
"Show me again."
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THE WEREWOLVES INNOCENT QUEEN
(WEREWOLF SHIFTER FMM MENAGE STEAMY ROMANCE)
By Nikki Wild
Copyright 2015 Nikki Wild
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THE WEREWOLVES INNOCENT QUEEN
(WEREWOLF SHIFTER MENAGE EROTIC ROMANCE)
She thought they wanted her life. But they really wanted her body
The old woman settled the sacrificial cloak across her shoulders, and then Tarla bravely set off into the woods. Raised from birth to be her village's sacrifice to their wolf protectors, she believes she is walking forward to her doom. Especially when the two huge wolves walk towards her with their slavering jaws.
Imagine her surprise when the wolves transform into men.
It turns out the tales of her village were wildly wrong. The wolves' demand is not for a sacrifice but a queen. A queen that will be a mate for the entire pack.
But in order to gain their allegiance, she must first bond with them.
And the way shifters bond is public, rough, erotic...and all at once.
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THE WEREWOLVES INNOCENT QUEEN
My sisters wept as the old woman lowered the blood-red cloak onto my narrow shoulders, but my mother's eyes were rolling back in the throe
s of religious ecstasy. "The gods will bless me for my sacrifice," she exulted, forgetting that it was I who was the actual sacrifice.
The old woman murmured a few more unintelligible words, then dipped a thumb into a pot of something foul smelling. She marked my forehead with the muck, from the tip of my hairline down to the bridge of my nose. Her gnarled thumbnail poked me in between the eyes.
"Have you finished?" I asked, trying to keep my tone innocent.
"Tarla, don't blaspheme," my mother admonished me and I had to roll my eyes. Here I was moments away from saying goodbye to her forever, and yet she could only think to chastise me one last time.
The old woman fastened the cloak at my neck with a silver pin. "This will protect you until you reach the lair of the wolf-king," she creaked. "Once you reach the entrance, you must remove it before you are allowed inside."
