Fear, desire, and the scent of her bodywash mix in my head as I inhale deeply. She glances up and meets my gaze. I hold it for a moment longer than her comfort allows.
Yes little one. I know.
I break the lock with a slow blink and a half smile. Her posture changes, her mind flipping between curiosity and flight. Good. She knows deep down the dynamic between us, the ancient behavior hidden by today’s demands. Having left my mark I turn back to the party.
A while later I notice that she’s seeking me out among my friends. Looks like curiosity won out, as I predicted. Another hopeful suitor strives for her attention but fails to see that for this moment she has eyes only for me. Part of me feels sorry for the young hunter. He might have had a chance if not for me. I flash her another half smile and disappear into the party once more.
Then I see her before me. Her posture is defiant. Her head is held high, her shoulders back. I tilt my head to the side as if to ask “And?” She licks her lips and starts to speak. I put a finger to her lips and glance towards an empty room.
I don’t even look back as I walk towards the quiet space. I can feel her behind me. I know she feels confident, in control. They always do just before I strike.
The noise of the party fades into a low murmur as we enter the room. Before she can speak I turn and push her against the wall. Ah, that heady mixture I smelled earlier. Perfect. My hand is on the middle of her chest. I can feel her heart race. I lock eyes once more. No effort is made to hide the hunger. No pretense of civilized contact. My other hand buries itself in her hair. No. No escape for you little one.
The question forming on her lips dies as I tighten my grip on her hair. I lean in, the space between our faces diminishing. My eyes drift to her mouth then back up. Almost on cue she licks her lips. Letting a smile creep in I close the distance until our lips just graze. She tries to complete the expected contact but I pull back slightly with a low growl. Her eyes show confusion.
No little one. The hunt is not over.
I left the party among a flurry of goodbyes. The cool night air was crisp and clean in my head after the time I spend inside. I was buoyant as I walked to my truck in the shadowy darkness.
A shapely figure stood at the edge of the sidewalk, leaning against a black SUV. I knew who it was long before I could make out her features. Fear, desire, and that bodywash. Not knowing what she had in mind I drew out my strides, my pace turning into a casual jaunder. As I passed her I looked her over and flashed a small smirk.
“I’ve heard about you”
The little one has a voice. I look over my shoulder and nodded slightly in the direction I was heading. I didn’t slow and she had to jog to reach me.
“I said I’ve heard about you”
I kept looking ahead and smiled. “It’s all true. Especially the bad stuff.”
I knew who else was at the party. Of course they would tell her all about me. Asshole. Misogynist. Shitty lover. Cheat. All from bitter men and women. The wolf doesn’t concern himself over the bleating of sheep. Not when tastier hunting presents itself. I knew she wasn’t expecting such an honest response. The slience that followed seemed ominous.
Ten steps from my truck I felt a tug at my elbow. Quickly I turned and pressed her against a grey sedan. Her hands pressed against my chest as one of mine held her down by the shoulder. Eyes wide and mouth agape she could have easily pushed me off of her. I took my time tracing a free finger along her jaw.
“You’re very bold for a person seeking contact with a guy like me. You know what will happen if you keep on this path.” No hint of question entered my words.
“Yes”
Oh now there’s the defiance. I eased up on my grip and let her stand. Before she could say anything I spun her and pinned her to the hood of the sedan. She kicked and struggled as I held her down with one hand and pulled her phone out with the other. Tsk tsk…don’t keep your phone in a back pocket little one. Someone may pluck it from you. A swipe of my thumb and the home screen flashed open. No passwords? Shame on you. I pulled up a blank text and quickly thumb typed. Every time she managed to push up I shoved her back down. I put the phone down by her face. My voice was low as I spoke.
“Show up here. Let a trusted friend know where you’re going. Be ready with safe words. Or go home. The choice is yours.”
I nipped the nape of her neck just before letting her up.
I was home for less than ten minutes before I heard a car pull up. As usual Artemis let her presence be known with a barrage of barking. I let her vent for a moment before snapping my fingers and pointing to her chair. She let loose with one final bark and took her seat, looking intently at the front door and rumbling.
A tentative knock came followed by a “Hello?”
“Come in.”
The little one entered nervously looking about. Arti huffed at her. From the kitchen island I grinned inwardly. Arti is the friendliest pit I’ve found, but she has a deep voice.
“Have a seat.” I nodded at the large ottoman. She hesitated for a moment before sitting. Arti looked at me expectantly, waiting for my approval. I finish filling two glasses with ice before giving her permission.
By the time I grab an unopened bottle of water my four-legged girl was well into her inspection. The young lady sat with her hands in her lap as she was sniffed and and nudged. I lounged comfortably in my seat and watched until Artemis sat between us and gave a big doggy grin.
“Looks like you pass.”
The little one relaxed as Arti shifted and leaned against her legs, still grinning like a fool. I offer the bottle to her to open as I grab the glasses. I have her fill each and let her pick one before settling back with the other. Such a mundane action has the desired effect for putting her at ease. Even though she came of her own choice it’s my responsibility to create a safe atmosphere.
“This isn’t what I expected.”
Chuckling warmly I take a long sip.
“Mom made me clean my room and everything.”
The look of confusion was replaced with a light laugh that mirrored my own. There we are. Now we can get down to business.
“Did you do as I asked?” She nods.
“Show me.” She holds up her phone with the text she sent to her friend. I take another sip of water. “Clean and safe?”
“Yes, I have condoms.”
I reach over and pull out a couple pieces of paper. One has the results of my vasectomy, the other my std panel from a couple months ago. Both clean. A hunter has to stay in his prime.
“And safe words?”
She thought for a moment. “Orange”
I point at the chair by the door. “Chair”
She stands but Artemis has already claimed her spot. I raise an eyebrow.
“I thought…um…eek!” I interrupted her by hooking the waistband of her jeans and pulling her into my lap.
“Eek?” I say with a grin.
“You startled me”
“Hmm” I cup her chin and pull her in for a kiss. I can taste the lightly fruity flavor of her lip gloss. Looking her in the eyes I let the moment linger.
“At any time you can leave. No fighting, no pleading. We’re both consenting, soberish adults. Right?”
She nods. I roll her onto the rest of the couch and crouch over her. I put my hand on her throat and let the hungry hunter slip out. With a growl I repeat my question. “Right?”
Flushed and wide eyed she gasps out “Yes.” I press my thigh between her legs. I can feel her heat as her hips roll up to increase the pressure.
“Good girl”
I stand up and straighten my shirt. “Take your time Punch.” I walk towards my bedroom.
“My name is…” I look back over my shoulder and smirk just before disappearing up the stairs.
By the time she reached my bedroom I had already light my candle and hints of leather filled the room. I enjoyed the look on her face as she took it all in.
“This isn’t what I expected.”
“I don’t do the Fifty Shades playroom” I chuckle. Walking slowly, drawing each stride out, I approach her. There’s no pretense of civility here. The little one is fully in my space, my territory. She backed up a step, licking her lips nervously. I stop just shy of body contact. I feel her breath on my neck, smell that intoxicating scent from earlier.
“I don’t need much. I have my hands.” I cup her chin. “My belt.” I put my mouth next to her ear. “And my voice.” I end it with a rumbling growl.
I felt her hands reach for my hips. Her touch was hesitant, trembling slightly. Not like most who end up here. She’s either going to tap out right away or surprise me with a hidden strength. Time to find out. I prime her with the kiss I teased her at the party. Her hands settled firmly on me.
Stepping back I motion towards the bed. With an eager grin she walks to the bed, pulling the top up and over her head. Before she can turn around I push her onto the bed with a hard shove. I straddle her backside and pin her upper body with a firm hand. She tries to turn over but I hold her down. She can’t see the grin I have. So tasty. My lips kiss the tattoo on her shoulder blade, then higher. At the meaty part of the shoulder by the neck I leave my first mark. A cry escapes her mouth as I feel a heel make contact with the back of my thigh. I settle back and admire the bite. Just enough to last to morning.
“You bit me!”
I swat her flank. “You kicked me.”
She manages to squirm hard enough to roll over. I shift to keep myself seated upon her hips. Her body betrays the force of her outrage, her arousal still very apparent.
“I didn’t say you could bite me.”
“I blame you for being tasty.”
Her fists hit my chest once. “Asshole.”
“As advertised.”
One of her hands rubs the bite. I know it’s tender enough to cause slight discomfort. I watch as the change comes over her eyes, like a switch. Now she’s hungry. Good.
I step back off the bed and back away a step. Unbuttoning my shirt I see her stand and unclasp her bra, eyes fixed on me. Now I know she’s ready. My belt slips from my pants as she works the button on her jeans. She gets the zipper down just before I make a loop of my belt and hang it from her neck. Being so close she shifts from undressing herself to undressing me. I let her get as far as pulling my shirt off and getting my pants undone before I push her back into the bed. I can feel her burning inside, hot, needy. She shuffles to the center as I climb on after her. Her eyes never leave mine as I grab one leg, then the other. I pull them to my shoulders despite her wordless protests. We’re not teenagers little one. No need for making out or extended foreplay. With a tug at the waistband both jeans and panties slide to mid thigh, another brings them to her knees. There is no doubt now. Wrapping one arm around her thigh I dip that hand to her glistening sex. My other hand pushes my pants down enough to kick them free. I don’t think she notices with her head rocked back that all that separates us is the fabric of my boxers. Making small circles with my fingertips I keep her fever burning. A moment later I kick my boxers to the floor.
She starts when my cock brushes the back of her thigh. I look down at her, waiting for her to catch her breath. She rolls her hips to increase the contact with my fingers, this causes me to settle just at her entrance. Her breath catches in her throat. I let the moment linger before speaking.
“Condoms?”
She groans and tries to scoot down. I hold her thigh harder and grab the end of belt that trails down her body.
“Condoms?”
With a savage cry she claws at my arms, nails digging red welts. I’m not moved. With a fierce stare she utters the words I want to hear.
“Take what is yours.”
With that I pull the belt tight and bury myself deep. A guttural moan and her body twitching is my reward. I pop her shoes off and tug her clothes the rest of the way off. Her legs freed, her hands find my chest and carve the skin with her nails. The pain spurs the beast inside and the world drops away. All I know now is her scent, her cries, and my impending need.
When awareness returns she’s curled against me. I put an arm around her, pull her close, and put a tender kiss on the top of her head. Shifting she settled in closer and exhaled a content sigh.
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