by DD Prince
“I liked that,” he tells me, and then he eats a banana and a bunch of strawberries, which he groans over like they’re the best thing he’s ever eaten.
“Try this,” I say, sticking a Milano mint chocolate cookie between his fabulous lips.
His eyebrows furrow and then he takes the cookie out of his mouth and looks at it before taking a bite.
His eyes pop a little.
“Right?” I ask, nodding.
He eats three more immediately after that one.
I’m barely finished my last bite of one cookie when he abruptly lifts me and marches to the bedroom. He halts inside the doorway, looking around in surprise when he sees I’d cleaned it, too.
“You need more cleaning supplies. I did my best with what I had but it’s by no means spic and span. You need some all-purpose heavy duty cleaner and a mop and a dustpan, and---”
“Whatever you need to make this feel like home, I’ll get it for you.”
“How about a big screen TV, a hot tub, and a bunch of modern appliances?” I joke. “Oh, and the internet. And a furnace and air conditioner”
“Okay.” He kisses my nose and I’m set on the bed. He immediately reaches for his fly.
“I was kinda joking.”
Besides, I didn’t say I’d stay here forever, I certainly don’t want another fight with him though, so I don’t bother to point that out.
He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it and then drops the jeans and… boing. He’s naked.
Naked and ready.
“How?” I ask, staring at his cock. “How would you get all that stuff here?” I drag my eyes back up to his face.
“However I need to go about doing it.” He puts a knee to the bed and I scoot over toward the wall. “I have a truck. I’m sure we can buy those things and drive them here.”
“Tyson, I was kidding. All that stuff costs a whack of money. And you’re pretty far out in the boonies here so I’m not even sure if there’d be decent internet, and…”
“I have money.”
“Okay,” I mutter, deciding I really should remind him that I’m not sure how long I can stay here, that we have to play this thing by ear, but then he starts talking again.
“Ivy…” He pulls me against his body. “I have a lot of money. My uncle… he used me to help him gain wealth. He did some devious things. And had me help when I was very young as well as an adolescent. We have enough money for anything we might need. I don’t quite remember how much is there, but I counted it before he died and researched the costs of things. I can buy us things to make this house better. That’s the least that money can do.”
I tilt my head. This has my attention. He cocks his elbow and rests his jaw on his palm. I put my head to the pillow and listen.
“When I first began shifting, I was a small child, I don’t know how old, but I was quite young. He’d have me shift to attract attention, looking like a small, cute pup. He put a collar on me and a leash and left it dangling.”
My hand flies to my mouth.
“People would take me into their homes, into their shops, thinking I was a lost pet. He told me the things to look for like car keys, jewelry, money, wallets, and then I would take the opportunity to shift back when they went to bed or weren’t looking. I’d leave with their belongings. With wallets. With jewelry. Later, in my young teen years, after the period where I lost control of shifting and got it back, I ran into two banks and a few jewelry stores in two different towns near here in one week. It caused a commotion and people ran out, afraid of the wild animal. That wild animal changed to a man when no one looked and used a bag planted under a bench to dress in clothes, steal money, and hide in the bathroom or out of sight until it was safe to leave.”
“Oh God. I think I remember reading something in the newspaper about that. Holy shit. It was a feature about some old unsolved mysteries talking about people using a rabid dog or wolf to distract and do some smash and grabs.”
“That was us. There’s a lot of money in the floorboards of the garage. He had me fight in dog fights several times, too, for money, when I was young and my wolf wasn’t so large. Then when I was older, he used me in other ways for large sums of money. I don’t… I’m not proud of any of it.”
“Of course you’re not. He was treating you like a puppet. What a creep!”
“He didn’t have the means to provide for me otherwise, justified it as doing what he had to for provisions. Every year, he sold some of the things he took in different towns so he wouldn’t draw attention, often waiting a year or two after a crime before selling something. He said the money or things were insured and people wouldn’t lose out on their wealth. I didn’t think they deserved it, most of them, but Uncle said most times only greedy insurance companies would lose money. The man didn’t even have any senses to care for himself as a wolf but couldn’t tolerate being man for long periods of time. He rarely spent any of that money but couldn’t seem to stop looking for ways to collect more.”
“Oh my God, Ty.”
“He was deranged half the time he was a man, making no sense, but he had devious bones in his body, obviously. When he was wolf, he said he felt like he could live. But he couldn’t hunt or protect himself without me without the senses he needed. I know now he’d have been in the bottom of the pack. Considered helpless. He told me they treated him like a worthless slave because of his disability. He said it was their fault he had the disability, but he never did explain what that meant. When I asked questions he would change topics or not answer. I lived in quiet. I never learned to use my words very well because he rarely spoke to me. I read a lot of books. Books were helpful. Things are still coming back about books I read. I’d like more books. I have many in the garage.. Do you like books?”
“Who doesn’t? And you’re doing just fine with your words, Tyson.”
A big exhale comes from him. “I need you, Ivy. I need your body wrapped around me. I need inside you. Are you too ill for my cock? I need you but if you really need me to wait, I’ll wait.”
Gulp. I want to say I need him to wait. I should say that. I should slow this down a little, with how addicted he’s getting to this thing we have, but I don’t want to. I want him. I don’t know what the heck I’m doing here, but right now, I want him, too.
“Be gentle, Tyson.”
“I will. Nothing too strenuous, my Ivy. I’ll listen to my mother.” He winks. Just like she did when she gave the orders. I laugh.
28
Tyson
My body feels so much lighter. Walking in, thinking of punishing her but not wanting to do it, though feeling like I should do it… it felt like a weight on me. And now, it’s lifted. I’m relieved instead. And astonished.
The state of the house – a shock. Her note to me was a bigger one. And talking to her about what I’ve been feeling and some of what I’ve endured makes me feel strange. In a good way.
I like the lunch we had and the talk we had and when I take her into the bedroom and see it’s also much cleaner but looks shabby, I want to rip everything out of this place from my old life and give her things that are better. Much better.
I want a better house for her with nicer things, all the things that will make her happy to stay, that will make her miss nothing from her old life.
It never sat right, that Uncle had us steal all those things. Some of the people who thought I was a dog when I was young were kind, had nice homes and children who wanted to play with me, and it made me feel longing, longing for what I was missing – a family. It didn’t feel like those people deserved to be deceived and stolen from. Even some in the stores and banks didn’t seem like terrible people. And the fights. I hated the fights. He’d do things to send me into the haze, remind me my father was murdered, my mother was devoured, and use his twisted words to his advantage. Deny me sleep and food until I was in a certain state, then whisper things in my ear to push, send the bolt up my spine and make me see red. I know I’ve killed men and he got paid for it. It now
sickens me.
It’s in the past, I can’t change it. But, to have that money to provide for Ivy? If it provides things that make her want to stay, I’ll use all of it.
Maybe I’ll use the money to buy a fashion store in the village for her, so she can do the job she loves.
As her back touches the bed, I notice her eyes are filled with emotion. She’s looking at me like she wants me. I’d know it from looking at her if I couldn’t smell her arousal. But I do smell it. And it makes me happy.
“I’ll be gentle,” I assure.
“Okay, baby,” she whispers, and her eyes are sweet.
I close my eyes and sensations wash through me.
I think I like when she calls me baby even more than when she calls me Ty. She says it now with a rasp to her voice, a rasp filled with wanting me. I smell it. I feel it.
I touch her mouth with mine and carefully undress her, taking my time to touch her, taking the time to watch how her body reacts to every touch. The arch of her back, the way she moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue. How her thick fringe of lashes lower just a little and her chest rises and falls with deep breaths because she’s filled with anticipation.
I kiss my mark on her and watch little bumps rise on her arm. She likes that. I lick the spot and then suck it briefly and groan out a pleasure sound as her fingers weave into my hair. She rakes through my hair with them and then nips at my jaw with her little teeth, thrusting her pussy toward me.
My Ivy doesn’t wanna wait anymore. She wants me to fuck her now.
I kiss a path down her body, careful to avoid putting any weight near her sore ankle, and find my way between her legs.
She’s got a small thatch of blonde curls in a triangle over her mound and she’s smooth everywhere else. I like it. I’ve been with women with no hair as well as with women with a lot of hair between their legs and never had a preference. I like that her scent clings to the little bit of curls and I also like that I can see the peach shade between her lips peeking at me, inviting my tongue to have a taste. I do.
“Open your legs a little, Ivy,” I instruct and my beautiful girl obliges.
I look up at her face while I taste her and she’s panting, staring at me while skimming her bottom lip with her front teeth, and I reach for her breast, gently twisting her puckered nipple while I suckle her clit.
“Oh yeah, Ty, yeah, baby…” Her mouth opens as her legs tremble on either side of my head.
I suck again and she’s writhing against my face, and crying out her soft little whimpers quickly with a low ‘ah, ah, ah’ and then a long ‘ahhhhh’ before her body shudders and goes limp.
My cock wants inside, but she needs me to be gentle today so instead I roll to my back and pull her close to my side, grabbing her hand and placing it on my shaft .
She immediately squeezes and now it’s my turn to make sounds.
She’s got a much smaller hand than me but with a good grip. She arcs her thumb repeatedly over my tip as she squeezes and I close my eyes, focusing only on the sensation, feeling good, feeling happy that we’re not in a battle right now. I like make-up sex.
Wet heat wraps around my cock and my eyes jerk wide open.
She’s crawled backwards down to get her beautiful mouth around me.
Fuck, yes.
“Don’t hurt your ankle,” I order, and my voice comes out hoarse.
She releases my cock to say, “I’m fine” and then she’s taking me deeper.
My fingers weave into her beautiful wavy blonde and purple locks. She gags, trying to go too deep and then changes strategy, using her lips and both of her hands to lavish attention over my cock and my balls, which are heavy, getting ready to spill my essence down her throat this quickly. Fuck, but I love the feel of her hot mouth around me.
I hold back, wanting to enjoy watching my mate between my legs, her sexy ass up in the air. No way I’ll close my eyes now. I wanna see her like this, looking beautiful like this. I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my days.
She’s propped on her knees so both ankles are in the air and the sight of the wrapped injured one makes me bare my teeth for an instant because I still hate that she got hurt, but then it dawns that the path taken has brought us to this minute where she’s voluntarily in my bed, not trying to leave, where instead of me taking her and rutting her to dominate her, she’s giving me my pleasure instead.
Fuck, but I like this.
I love this. Her beautiful silky locks along my thighs, her mouth moving up and down my cock with little licks, sucking, and her squeezing with her hands.
She’s keen about it, too, looking like she’s enjoying what she’s doing. Now she’s running her hands across my hips, up my stomach muscles, and then she squeezes one of my nipples between her thumb and index finger and it feels great.
I’m ready to come. I groan as sensation bursts through my body and heat snakes through my groin before I’m spilling my essence down her throat. She chokes and then it’s spilling out of her mouth, coating my inner thighs.
My woman gets enthusiastic about cleaning it up and she’s licking and sucking harder with the mess of me all over her face, which is still spilling out of me. She shoves her hand down and then I realize she’s playing with her cunt while I’m still spilling cum all over both of us, and that won’t do. I flip her gently to her back and put my fingers between her legs to finish her off. In no time, she’s trembling again.
My greedy girl got her orgasm and wants another.
I decide to give her a third. She’s earned it.
Immediately after she’s stopped trembling from number two, my mouth descends again and she’s pleading with me to stop while her legs are pointed at the ceiling, jerking, toes flexing.
“Too stre-strenuous. Your mom said nothing too---”
“No mentioning anyone’s mom while I’m licking between your legs Ivy,” I whisper, and she giggles. Loud.
It’s a beautiful sound.
She’s earned many more climaxes by being so eager, but I know she needs to rest, so I carry her to the tub afterwards, setting her in it and keeping her foot high over the side of the tub while I run her a bath and wash her body from head to toes. She smiles the entire time, shy with me but affectionate and enjoying it. I’m on my knees beside the tub, running the soaped-up cloth over her body and she’s glowing with her smile, a playful but sleepy look in her eyes.
I very nearly decide to give her a fourth orgasm, since keeping her ankle dry means having one of her shapely legs over the side of the tub, giving me a beautiful view, but she yawns as I rinse her hair of all the shampoo, protecting her eyes as I do, and so instead I lift her out, set her on the sink, and squat to dry her body. She pleads with me to set her on the toilet and leave so she can “water the flowers” in peace and privacy and I laugh heartily at the comparison. She looks at me with what seems like affection as I laugh.
I don’t recall doing much laughing, any. Maybe a chuckle here and there but never laughter like this. I’ve seen it around town when we’ve gone for supplies, I’ve read about characters in books I’ve read feeling joy or humor and letting it all out with laughter, but it’s not something I’ve had occasion to do in my life. I told Ivy already that I like how it feels. I haven’t told her that I love her more each time she makes me do it. Not only does it feel good to do it, I love watching the joy on her face when she watches me laugh.
I wait outside the bathroom door and upon her calling my name, I return and take her to bed. I cover her naked body with the blanket and then take a shower myself before returning and joining her for a rest.
29
Ivy
Getting bit by a snake was the scariest moment of my life. Well, the second scariest, the first being faced with a naked man in the woods who I was pretty sure was the wolf who’d just been staring at me.
Having Tyson come to my rescue was a huge relief. It was as if the minute I saw him, I somehow knew I’d be okay. But, then he looked scared, ac
tually scared, and that scared me to death.
The rest of the day following the snake bite was blissful. Who’d have thought a little note and a tidy cabin would make him so happy?
I get it. He thought I was gone, that I didn’t care a lick about the fact that he didn’t want me to go. And knowing that although I did go, I didn’t do it without a backward glance meant something to him.
Seeing what it meant to him meant something to me. Something profound that surprised me. I haven’t quite got my feelings figured out yet.
I’m not gonna try to figure it out yet. Because of the fire at the boutique, I actually have time to just relax and enjoy time with him. There’s no rush. And it’s all very complicated. I had a brush with death, and I’ve decided to enjoy the now and figure the rest out later.
We had lunch, we had sex, he bathed me, caring for me in a gentle and nurturing way that was swoon-worthy. We napped until early evening before I woke up to him spreading out all sorts of food on the bed and we had a bed picnic of cheeses, crackers, fruit, pretzels, and nuts until I was stuffed. I really had shopped like I was having a party and it was fun to watch Ty explore new flavors. He tasted everything with a wondrous look on his face.
I’ve never been so comfortable with someone where we just sat and did nothing. It’s like I just keep getting lost in him. Not only can the man sex me like nobody else, but just being in bed with him, snacking and hanging out … watching him smile, trying to make him laugh wherever I could… I was just so … happy.
***
It’s nighttime and it’s a little bit chilly so he’s gone outside to fetch some wood for the fireplace, so I take the time to sift through my bags, which are on the floor of the bedroom, looking for my lotion to smooth on my heels, which feel a little dry.
When he comes back into the bedroom with an armful of wood, he puts them beside the fireplace and then curls up beside me, lifting my tablet.
“What do you use this for?”
I press the button and bring the screen to life.
“Banking app, movie streaming apps, music, reading app, this one tells you what the weather will be like, this one is my cell plan, here’s my Amazon app for online shopping, and my social media sites, pictures, and my um… girl time tracking app. Some of my apps work now but others need Wi-fi or a hot spot.”
