by Joyee Flynn
“Do you want me to? Would you like me to hold you while you take a nap?” I glanced at him then, taking in the fact that he looked equal parts worried and sad.
“I don’t care. None of it matters anymore.” I shrugged and walked out the other door to the hallway and up the stairs. It didn’t register that I was alone until I was in my room. I undressed, tossing my clothes over the chair by the window, and crawled into bed. My life was over as I knew it and it was never going to get any better.
The sooner I got that through my thick skull the better off I would be and less often I’d be in trouble.
* * * * “ Dinner’s ready!” I called out the back door later that evening. It had taken a little longer than I would have thought and I waited to get yelled at the entire time I was cooking just for that fact. But no one ever came into the kitchen. I never saw any of them and all three brothers left me alone.
Just as I pulled out the pan the door flew open and I started to drop it. I caught it just in time except without the towel covering my hand and I grasped the hot metal. I yelped in pain and was about to drop it when fur-covered, large hands took the pan from me with a different towel. It was Boris but I didn’t acknowledge his help or look at him. I simply went to the sink and pumped some water into the basin, letting the cool water soothe the burn.
“ Everything’s on the table that you should need. If not, let me know later and I will make sure it’s there next meal.” I turned to leave before they could say anything but my luck wasn’t that good.
“ You’re not joining us?” Boris asked, his tone getting dark. But then again… When wasn’t it?
“Our servants didn’t eat with us and I knew slaves wouldn’t then either,” I answered with a shrug and started to push open the door with my good hand.
“You need to eat, Golden,” Boone said gently.
“I’m not hungry, thank you. I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me.”
“Bash will be up there after dinner to fuck you,” Boris informed me quietly, almost sounding concerned suddenly. Almost.
“As you wish.” I darted out the door and away from them. It sucked that this was my life, but I wasn’t going to hope anymore that we could make it work so we cared about each other. They wanted to use me, fine. But that didn’t mean that I was going to try for more. I’d do what they told me, when they told me, and hopefully they’d just leave me alone the rest of the time.
I used the one bathroom to bathe and then one of the oils I got earlier to stretch myself out. I didn’t bother re-dressing or kidding myself that he cared what I looked like or did. They wanted a hole, okay, but I was going to try and make things as painless for me as possible.
“Come in,” I called out a bit later when there was a knock at the door. Bash entered and quietly closed the door behind him. “How do you want me?”
“Um, whatever you like best,” he said nervously. He couldn’t have been any older than my age so I doubted, if they’d been trapped in Withering Woods for seven years, that he’d ever been with anyone.
“Doesn’t matter to me.” I shrugged and flipped back the covers. He looked away from me as his cheeks heated up. Shit. Now I had to deal with a blushing virgin and help him through this?“How about you get undressed?”
“I can do that.” Bash quickly got naked and that’s when I notice he wasn’t hard. I mean he was so not hard that I started to realize this might not be about him being a virgin. When he was naked he crawled into the bed with me, careful not to touch me.
“Bash, this only works if you want me,” I said gently as I turned on my side to face him.
“It’s not you,” he rambled, his eyes wide. “You’re pretty for a guy it’s just—” He snapped his mouth closed so fast I bet he bit his tongue.
Realization dawned on me then. “You’re straight. You like girls.”
“Yes,” he groaned as he covered his face with his hands. “There is a girl from the village. She got lost in the woods a few years ago and we met. I helped her and she comes and visits me. I love her, Golden. My brothers would never approve though and I don’t know how to tell them.”
“They wouldn’t approve of you being straight?” Yeah, I didn’t get that one.
“No, wanting someone from the village. They all think we’re monsters,” he admitted with a sigh. His hands slipped away and he thumped his fists on the bed. “But Mary Ellen is different. She’s special and I love her. I’d do anything for her.”
“Have you told her this?”
“No, of course not,” Bash answered, his eyes wide. “She couldn’t love a monster.”
“You’re not a monster, Bash,” I giggled as I took his hand in mine. “You’re so not a monster that it’s almost funny you think yourself one. She keeps coming back to visit. I mean she has to since you can’t leave but she chooses to come visit. Something’s there, Bash. Tell her you love her and let everything fall as it may. Trust me on this, you don’t want to wait until it’s too late. You’ll never forgive yourself.”
“Did you love someone back home you never told?” he asked as he rolled onto his side to face me.
“Not like you. My mother and I had a fight right before she died. I never got to fix it before she passed and it eats at you. Life is short and bad things happen, Bash. What if she doesn’t know how you feel and agrees to marry another? Just tell her because the worst that will happen is she won’t feel the same. At least you will know but not confessing could keep you from something more.”
“Thank you, Golden.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry I don’t want you but you already have two idiots to put up with. I can’t imagine you’re sad you don’t have a third.”
“Either way, living here will never be what I want,” I admitted sadly. I tried to fake a smile for him but it didn’t work. He nodded his understanding and got back out of bed. I turned away so it didn’t seem like I was staring at the straight guy. He quickly dressed and wished me a good night before he left.
Yeah, I doubted it would be a good night. The way things were going, I didn’t think I’d ever have any good nights again.
Chapter 5
I awoke to my door opening sometime later in the night. I knew not to be frightened, but I wasn’t exactly excited to have a visitor either. The bed dipped and I didn’t move or acknowledge they were there.
“ I know you’re awake, Golden,” Boris said quietly as he pulled back the covers and slid into bed with me. “I heard your breathing pick up.” I didn’t say anything because he didn’t ask a question and I was tired. Secondly, I was learning there’s nothing to say to Boris that didn’t get me in trouble.
I shivered when I felt his hands move down my body and he pulled me close. I might have hated the man but I did like the feeling of him even if he was too rough at times. Then his cock rubbed against my hole and I squirmed in his arms.
“ I built your chicken coop and found straw to lay in it. The chicks are safe and have been fed,” he whispered in my ear. He looked up and saw the oil on the table next to my bed. “Is this what you would like me to use? Is that what’s making you smell so good?”
“ Yes please,” I answered, turning enough so I could see his face as he reached for it. “So I can keep the chicks? Why?”
“Because there is no reason you shouldn’t be able to and I was a monster to have treated you that way.” I didn’t know what to say as he slicked up his cock. Boris set the oil back down on the table and moved his fingers to my hole. Was he actually going to make sure I was prepared this time?
“Thank you,” I whispered, not sure if I meant for letting me keep the chicks and building the coop or that he was being gentle with me.
“The supper you made was amazing, Golden,” he said hesitantly as he pushed two fingers inside of me. When he saw I could take more, he slid in another and sawed them back and forth. “I can’t think the last time I’ve feasted that well.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” Everyone wants to hear they’r
e a good cook. What I didn’t understand was why he was being so nice to me. I started to roll onto my stomach, knowing that’s how I’d end up.
“I want it like this,” Boris growled as he held me on my side.
“As you wish.” I relaxed into the bed, my head against his chest as I pulled one leg up to give him better room.
“I want you to want it like this as well.” Oh goodie, here came the anger. I braced for it, cursing that he was fingering me when he was pissed. He could do a lot of damage with those hands. Their fingers weren’t claws but they didn’t have human fingernails either. “But it is my fault that you don’t.”
“What?” I asked, not sure of the turn this conversation had taken. Was he admitting he’d been wrong?
“I don’t blame you for not wanting me after how I’ve acted.” He pulled his fingers from my hole and pushed the head of his dick in. I moaned and held on to my knee tightly. “I wouldn’t want to be with someone like me either.”
Still I didn’t reply. What was there to say? Agree he was an ass? That would go over well. Plus, he had been nice to me before when I was leaving for the village and then the next time he was a jerk again. His mood swings were insufferable and I wasn’t going to play into one of the nice ones in hopes that there wouldn’t be another mean one. Because there would be.
Boris moved so he was surrounding me, one knee by my ass and the other between my legs. Then he pushed my leg up even farther, holding it there as his other hand moved along my back.
“I can be better. You just have to give me time.”
“As you wish,” I said again, acknowledging what he was saying. I didn’t believe it for a second though. Either Boone had kicked his ass, he felt bad about accusing me of being a thief, or he simply had a clear moment without any anger.
It wouldn’t last.
“Are you going to say anything else?” he asked, annoyance in his tone as he slowly pushed more of his cock inside of me.
“Thank you for making sure I was stretched and using extra oil.” Yeah, it was lame but it was the best I had right then! Did he want me to lie and tell him I believed him? Then again, I guess he hoped I wouldn’t have to lie.
“Do you just try and upset me?”
I gasped when he slammed the rest of the way into me. I turned my head enough to look at his chest, not able to meet his gaze. “Either deal with my truthful answers or I will start having to lie to you which I don’t want to do. Your choice.” He lifted my chin so I had to look at him. “Believe me, the last thing I want is your anger, okay? I’m doing what you want and being complacent but don’t ask me to just tell you what you want to hear.”
He nodded as he leaned closer to me. My eyes went wide and I started squirming.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I pulled my chin from his hand.
“Kissing you,” he growled.“Boone said I should be nicer, gentle with you and that you like to be kissed.”
“He also asked me.” I wanted to smack myself for blurting that out. It would only set Boris off. So I did the only thing I could think of. I quickly lifted my head and gave him the world’s fastest kiss.
Boris’s eyes filled with heat as he stared at my lips, licking his own. “May I have a proper kiss now?”
“Watch your teeth please.” His upper lip curled up and I sighed. “You like to be vigorous and powerful. It stands to reason that you would kiss like that and I like my tongue where it is. You know I don’t think you hideous or a monster, I get hard when you touch me. I’m just reminding you to be careful if you ever want another kiss.”
“That’s fair and logical,” he conceded with a nod. I wanted to pump my fist in the air at the small victory. Maybe I could have a real conversation with Boris after all. I moaned as he licked my lips, opening for him as he started thrusting.
Hell must have frozen over because he wasn’t pounding into me and I didn’t even slide up the bed. Granted he was still strong and huge so it wasn’t like he was treating me like glass… But he was acting as if I could be hurt and cared that I wasn’t.
“What else do you like?” he asked me and I had to keep from swallowing my tongue to keep the shock at bay.
“Touch me,” I purred as I moved his hand to my cock. He rubbed the heel of his hand against me and the friction was glorious while his soft fur was a maddening contrast I loved. “Boris, oh heavens that’s good, yeah, like that.”
“You are so breathtaking,” he cooed in my ear as he moved his hips faster. “I want more than a slave, Golden, but if the choice is you leaving or keeping you as one I will choose to keep you as a slave.”
And just like that I didn’t want him touching me. I went limp and felt my erection leave as tears filled my eyes. “Get off me.”
“No,” he snarled as he kept stroking me. “This was working. You wanted me, dammit! Get hard again.”
“Just fuck me then and go away,” I cried, covering my face as the tears came back.
“I don’t understand.” He shook me in frustration. “I’m trying here, really trying and still I can’t do anything right by you.” I was officially scared at the way he was flipping out and on instinct I reached up and slapped him across the face.
“You’re scaring me,” I whispered when his eyes filled with rage. It was a stupid move, mostly because it didn’t work. Hell, his head hadn’t even turned from the blow. “Calm down before I start screaming for Boone or Bash because I think you’re going to kill me you’re so pissed off at me.”
Boris’s face instantly deflated. “I would never kill you. You—” “Cost a lot of money. I know,” I grumbled.
“You are special,” he countered as he turned me so I was flat on my back. I gasped as he moved my leg to the other side of his body, his cock sinking deeper into me. “You are special, Golden, and you drive me insane because I can’t say anything right to you and I handle everything wrong. So please, tell me what I did wrong to make you stop enjoying this?”
“You really don’t get it, do you?” I asked, searching his eyes. When all I saw was confusion and frustration shining back at me I sighed. “You’re kissing me, touching me, as you take me and bring up that I’m your possession and your slave. Not exactly intimate-time talk, Boris. And you have thrown that fact in my face at least a dozen times since I’ve arrived. Do you know what that’s like? To know I’m just a piece of ass possession to you?”
“I’m saying I don’t want you to be but I don’t want you to leave either. What was wrong with that?”
“Then just say you like me and like the way I feel,” I suggested. “Using the word slave and reminding me I really don’t have a choice in all of this ruins the fun.”
“But I asked you this time,” he reminded me as he leaned over and kissed my neck. “I asked and have been gentle. I’m sorry I don’t do things the right way but you are a person to me.” I nodded but didn’t say anything or get hard and he sighed. “Please tell me how to fix this. I want to take you like two men who want to be together, not just pound into someone who deals with it as being his lot in life.”
“Do you really mean that?” I asked hesitantly. Boris lifted his head and nodded, letting me see the truth in his eyes. “Lift my legs over your hips and rub your hands up my body like I’m the best thing you’ve ever felt below you.”
“You are though,” he mumbled as he did what I asked.
“What do you like about me? What makes me desirable to you?” He wanted to know what to do and how to fix this but he had to work for it too.
“You always smell so good and it’s not the oils or the soap when you wash,” he admitted as he stared at my chest. I thrust my hips up and he got the idea, moving slowly as he touched me. His fingers glided over my ribs as if counting them. “Your skin is soft while your body is still lean enough that I can surround every inch of you.”
“I like that you’re so much bigger than me too,” I whispered as I moved my body in time with his. “And I love how strong you are when you take me now
that I know you care that I’m a person and not just a hole to get off with.”
“No, not just a hole no matter how crass I’ve spoken.” He used his tongue against my nipple as his hand moved down to my hard-on. “I was worried you’d think me a monster and hurt me so I tried to put a wall between us. It didn’t work and I ended up hurting—”
“Talk later about serious things,” I warned as he almost did it again. Boris nodded and rubbed my cock. “What else do you like?”
“The way you see life. You thought by buying the chicks that you would save them from being dinner when people eat chickens all the time.” He smiled at me and I couldn’t get over how much more handsome he was when he smiled.
“I like that you don’t just apologize with words but built the chicken coop as well.” I realized now I was so into the moment again that the time for talk was over. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”
“Anything, Golden,” he immediately agreed.
“Lift me onto your lap and thrust up into me as hard as you can,” I begged as I tightened my hole around his cock. He moaned and did it, spreading his legs wider for leverage and going further into me.“Yes! Oh yes, this is what I’ve always wanted. Harder.”
“I knew we could fit,” he grunted as he thrust into me with all his might. Granted he couldn’t do it as hard as normal moving up and with me sitting on him like that but the forceful jabs hit my pleasure gland every time.
“Boris, yes, fuck me,” I screamed as my dick rubbed against his ripped abs and short fur. “Tell me you want only me and not just my ass.”
“I want all of you, Golden. I need you.” I wasn’t sure about that but I didn’t think he was lying either.
“Faster,” I whimpered, just needing a little more to get over the edge. He did and I cried out as I came all over us, harder than I might ever have come before. Boris followed me right over, groaning as his body shook and his cock exploded inside of me.
“Thank you,” he gasped as he peppered my neck and face with kisses. I wasn’t sure what he was thanking me for but I was happy to do that again. Now if we could just keep the peace between us for more than half a day I would maybe hope my life wouldn’t suck forever.
