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Chapter 12
Sweet Torture
She lets out a giggle as he traces another line up her belly. It was the middle of the day, the sun still hung high in the sky. They lie in bed, and he was thoroughly teasing her. She watches the grin on his rugged face as his fingers trailed around, tickling her lightly before dipping back down to her wetness. She gasped, and let out a soft moan, a small part of her wishing he would stay there this time and bring her to sweet climax.
She bites her lip as he leans in towards her, his fingers still swirling around tantalizingly in her folds. He grins over her nipple, closing his teeth gently over the puffy nub. She can feel herself gasp as he does this, his piercing grey eyes giving her a look that is driving her wild. She squirms.
This is the sweetest torture she could possibly imagine. As the months went on his touches had become more and more tender, playful. She looks at him now, teasing her so. In the beginning his face had held a look that she now knew as lust, urgency. After that particular night months ago it seemed to turn into passion. And now, now she is sure that this is love. She sure hopes it is, so tender, so caring. She can still see the passion there, the urge, but this new look. This playful, vulnerable look. ‘It has to be.’
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He was having such a wonderful time. Home, in the middle of the day just…playing with her. The sounds of her giggles, products of his design. Her soft moans as he mixed the two pleasures together, teasing her with passion. This girl certainly had a way with him. Soothing his primal urges, while making him ache for her so badly. She taught him patience. The patience he graced her with now.
He releases her nipple, and buries his face between the curves of her breasts, taking the pink stone into his mouth. He growls at her shaking it in his mouth as he looks up at her, hoping for another of those sweet giggles. ‘Sweet victory.’
He drops the necklace, making his way to her other breast, his tongue reaching out to flick against her nipple. Another surprised noise. He grins. Her folds are dripping with wetness under his touch. As he blows softly across her now wet nipple he considers his distractions over the course of the last hour. She probably had no idea just how close she was. How easy it would be to suddenly tip her over the edge.
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She melts under his touch. She feels so wet. How is he so good at doing this to her? She would gladly stay in this long moment forever, never feeling that intense cresting and sweet release. Glady stuck here, if it only meant that his touches would never leave her.
She can’t help but giggle at his antics. How can this man, so strong and important be so playful with her? So silly? It feels like everything he does is designed to drive her crazy, then he does something to distract her, bring her back from the edge.
She tilts herself up towards his fingers, laying her head back on the pillow. They seem to be gliding over every inch of her warmth. She feels pressure at her entrance as his fingers delve into her. Her slick walls welcome the intrusion, offering his fingers a familiar hug. As quick as they entered her she feels them leave. She is left empty as she feels his fingers move away from her heat completely. ‘No please, come back.’
She opens her eyes as she feels his wet fingers press against her lips, demanding entry. He is watching her intently, his fingers heavy with her scent and slick with her juices. She allows them entry, feeling them slip over her tongue as she tastes herself.
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His fingers slip into her mouth. He feels her soft tongue under his touch moving against them as he spreads her fluids there. She has such a wonderful taste, how could he not share it? ‘Besides’, he thinks to himself. ‘Now I can taste it on her mouth.’
His own lips part as he watches her, imagining tasting her sex on her own lips. “Good girl” he coos, as he leans over her. His fingers start to pull out of her mouth as he moves towards her, intent on replacing them with his tongue.
Their lips are almost touching when he is ripped away from his blissful moment. A pounding on the front door. Loud, insistent. “FLETCHER!” a familiar voice bellows for him. ‘Oh no.’
He jumps out of the bed scrambling for his trousers. He doesn’t even notice the surprised and dejected look on her face as he rips them up his legs and moves to the bedroom door. “Stay here.” he says, his voice commanding
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Their tender moment is stolen by loud bangs coming from the front door. He wastes no time leaving the comfort of their bed, jerking away from her. She half sits up as she watches him hastily pull on his trousers and head towards the door. “Stay here” He barks at her, a harshness to his voice she hadn’t experienced yet. She winces as the bedroom door slams behind him.
She leans forward, trying to hear what has called him away as she hears his heavy footsteps on the stairs. She doesn’t hear much. Voices. Another Man? Yelling. She can’t quite make out the words, it sounds like they moved to the sitting room. She sits all the way up, wondering if he will be upset when she returns. Uninterested in continuing his tantalizing game.
She hears a crash. A yell. Her master, hurt in his voice. “He said he would be FINE!” Something heavy on the stairs. A strange man’s voice bellows up. “FLETCHER!” Another crash. “NATHAN DON’T!”
A primal, earth shattering roar. She shudders as she hears the front door slam closed. Heavy footsteps on the stairs.
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The man’s words echo in his ears even as he yells at him. Red is all he can see. Rage. ‘Get away.’ He moves towards the stairs trying to get away from the man while he still has some sense. He looks down as long black claws extend out of the tips of his fingers. He angrily punches a hole in the wall. The man yells for him again. His name. He roars loudly back. ‘No. I am not that man, only beast now.’
The door slams as the man flees.
His steps are heavy on the stairs, awkward. His claws add more scratches to the once smooth bannister. As he reaches the top he catches a scent. The beast remembers this scent, it sets his primal urges soaring. ‘mine.’ He makes his way down the hallway. She is behind this door. It reeks of metal, but he can smell her on the other side of it, her scent hanging heavy in the air there. The knob doesn’t work.
‘No!’ He pushes on the door. He growls as it doesn’t budge under his effort. He must have it, he must have her wrapped around him. A strong furred fist bashes into the door, leaving a dent in the metal. He can smell here there. Just on the other side.
Chapter 13
Slave to the Beast
She shudders as she finds herself standing in front of the door to their bedroom. Her heart pounds as the knob turns. The door is locked. He had never locked it before. Was he meaning to protect her? BANG! She jumps, hugging her own chest protectively.
After that night all those months ago, he had replaced both the frame and the door. The frame had been ruined, a large spot dented and splintered in the wood. She had wondered why he replaced it with something so heavy. Now it all seems so clear. ‘He was protecting me, from himself.’
She hears labored breathing against the door, his efforts against it ceasing. She presses her forehead to the door. She knows he is on the other side. Angry. She hears a whimper. Hurt? “Daddy?” She whispers against the door. Something heavy, pushing again. No angry roars.
She holds her breath, head and hands against the door. ‘He put this here to protect me. He must love me. I love him too.’ What if he is hurting? What if he needs her now? He barely knew her then, she knows him now. Maybe she can tame the beast?
With a trembling hand she reaches for the doorknob.
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His fury wanes away as his advances make no progress. He remembers what got him this worked up. The thought of his pain temporarily casting a shadow over the scent of her. She calls to him softly. ‘No. He is the beast now.’ Still, he presses against the door, hungry.
The knob turns. A low rumble works through him as his quarry opens the door to him. He is ready to pounce the second she is visible. He is instead frozen as the door swings open wide. She stands there in front of him. Golden locks cascading down her shoulders. One hand on the door, the other held in a fist between her heaving breasts.
He can hear her heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Heavy as her heartbeat is, it isn’t what gives him pause. ‘Her eyes.’ Those big doe eyes, locked to his. They glisten and tremble. Within them shines hope, recognition, worry. She calls out to him. Her trembling little voice. It isn’t fear. The thought that freezes him. ‘She isn’t scared.’
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She swings the door open. The precious stone gripped in her hand, she holds her breath as the beast once again stands before her. This time is different. She knows it is him in there. She looks him completely over for the first time.
Those familiar steely eyes press back at hers. His entire body is covered in thick black hair, no, fur. His trousers have been mostly ripped away, only scraps of the fabric remain against him, and his strong canine like legs. His ears perk up into the air, tilted toward her intently. She can see the hint of sharp canines within his closed muzzle. He stands a good three feet taller than he had a mere twenty minutes ago. She considers the huge dog man in front of her. ‘No. Not a dog. A wolf.’
“Daddy?”
He doesn’t seem to move. She takes a tentative step towards him.
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Her movement brings him out of it, and he springs to action, rushing her. She falls to the ground beneath him, her breasts bouncing with the most satisfying jiggle. He has her now. His muzzle goes to her hair, taking a deep whiff. She whimpers. He can smell it, even up here. He follows the scent to her mouth.
‘Oh.’ He can smell it here. A growling satisfaction rumbles through his chest. Her eyes are screwed shut as he forces his long tongue into her mouth. Tasting her.
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She can’t help it, she squeezes her eyes shut, regret washing over her as the beast looms. She finds herself on the floor, only the plush embroidery of the rug to soften her fall. He wuffs at her hair. ‘Oh no.’ And then, she feels a long wet tongue push past her lips and into her mouth.
Her eyes shoot open, remembering her master about to kiss her before their passion had been interrupted. ‘Don’t you dare look away’ she says to herself, her eyes locking with his.
She sees a flicker. Something. Something behind his eyes. It is so hard to look at him, as her eyes well up. He is choking her with his tongue. She starts to struggle for air as he suddenly leaps off her. Over the sounds of her coughing she hears a crashing against the wall.
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‘Baby? No. NO!’ He has to get away from her. He pushes himself hard against the wall as he hears her sputter and cough. ‘What are you doing!?’ He rages at himself inwardly. Fear, anger hurt. He hears her, he smells her as she gets up and walks toward him. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Was he hearing his heart or hers? Why was she coming to him? “Daddy?” That trembly voice.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” He roars at her, swiping a claw, knowing she isn’t close enough to get hit. He isn’t her Daddy. He is the beast now. And if she isn’t careful, the beast is going to win, and take what he wants from her. He shuts his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at her. Those big doe eyes, trembling with hurt and fear.
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She chokes out his name again as she steps toward him, cowering against the wall. “Daddy?” He is hurting. It is her duty to help him. Her whole existence pivots on making him happy. She understands his actions from the last time she saw him like this. He can’t help it. Had he been hurting then?
She pauses, a chill running through her as he roars at her to get away. She considers it. ‘No.’ He wanted her to follow her intuition. Her intuition told her that he was hurting. Maybe she can help. ‘I have to try.’
She feels herself shaking as she climbs into his lap, taking his face into her hands. She lets her intuition lead her.
“Shh Shh Shh, It’s ok Daddy. It will get better. Just look at me. Look at me and don’t look away.”
She feels confident using his own words against him. He is so strong. So smart. ‘Master always knows what he was doing.’
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He could feel her shake as she climbed into his lap. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her hands on his cheeks. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her intoxicating scent. Thump. Thump.
Her words. Thump.
He opens his eyes. ‘Brown eyes. Big doe eyes. Pleading.’
His heart seems to stop, its thumping no longer ringing in his ears. There is only silence. Only those big brown hoops of hope. Only her scent. Only her. He twitches.
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She holds her breath sitting here face to face with the beast. Completely vulnerable within his clutches. Her eyes are locked with his, his steely eyes slowly dilating under her gaze.
‘Good.’ Her words were working. She feels his hardness twitch against her, it lays large and pulsing against her belly. She had seen it when he was standing in the doorway, and again as she approached him just a moment ago. It was bigger, longer, shaped differently. There seemed to be a large bulge situated in it, about an inch or two from where it met his body. She tried not to think about that part too much.
Right now, lost in his eyes, she knows what she has to do. He chose her for a reason. He needed this, he needed her. And she was going to do exactly what he had taught her. She throbs, thankful for the wetness he had gifted to her just a short while ago. She moves herself up as she speaks to him again, hoping her voice will soothe him as it had done her.
“Shhh, It’s ok Daddy. I am here. I will take care of you. I am going to make you feel good now Daddy.”
She presses herself down onto him, a ring of fire shooting through her from his shear size.
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She moves, but he keeps looking into her eyes. Those pleading eyes. She speaks to him. Her soft, loving voice. So trembly.
Wait, what did she say? Make him feel good?
He feels her wetness against his tip. ‘No!’
He searches her eyes. What is she doing? Why is she- He feels her press down onto him. ‘So wet. So warm. Oh, so tight.’
He closes his eyes as the beast growls with pleasure.
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She feels herself stretching almost to a breaking point as she moves her body lower and lower, taking his oversized girth into her. Fire. Fire for his pleasure.
He closes his eyes, she finds herself closing hers too, only to snap back open at the sound of his growl. ‘Oh no. Keep him calm. Calm until he feels good.’
Her thumbs run over the fur on his face, smoothing it, trying to distract him from his hurt. His hurt. Her pain must be nothing compared to his to turn him into this. The thought presses her on as she find her words again.
“Shh Shhh. It’s ok Daddy. You are gonna feel good soon, I promise. I promise I will make you feel good. Give me the hurt, Daddy. Please. Please Daddy.” She speaks in hushed tones, soothing him as if he were the one in her position. Her words seem to soothe her too. His eyes pop open as she feels the pressure of his lower bulge against her opening. His head presses deeply into her, filling her up with fire.
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Sharp claws dig in to the meat of his thighs. ‘Pain.’ He revels in it, a sharp contrast from the tightness slowly working its way down his cock. His eyes close, he tries to focus on the pain, the milliseconds stretching into hours. ‘Claws. Tightness.’ The pounding in his head. Her wetness running down the length of him, over his knot, and pooling at the base of his shaft in his fur. ‘Her smell.’
Movement on his face. Caresses. Sweet, gentle caresses. ‘Her voice.’ Soft, slow, comforting. Wait. ‘Hurt? No.’ He didn’t want to give her the hurt. His eyes open again to see hers, his senses dulling as he once again gets lost in those eyes.
He can feel her against his knot. She pauses there with him almost fully inside her. The beast wants to give it to her. Grab her hips and force her down over it, as he had before. He thought of the resistance there had been. He tightens his claws into his thighs, drawing blood. He can smell it. She lifts herself away from the knot.
‘No’. He would not let the beast win. Not with her. Not ever again. ‘Doe eyes. Focus on the doe eyes. Don’t you dare look away.’ He repeated to himself.
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She works into a steady rhythm, her eyes locked with his. She knows those eyes, so well. Her master’s eyes. She had seen the love in them. She sees the hurt in them now. She talks to him softly as she rides him, soothing words. Loving words. He doesn’t take his eyes from her again.
Her motions finally start to work, he pants heavily, his hot breath blowing down against her breasts. “Yes, Daddy. I want to make you feel good.”
He lets out a soft whine as she increases her pace further, her breathing hitching with the effort. ‘Yes. It is working.’ She starts placing soft kisses against his nose, moving her caresses down to his shoulders.
She is having trouble breathing, but she has more words to say. He needs to hear them. “Yes Daddy, I want to take away your hurt.” The sentence is broken with her breaths. She has to tell him. “Please, Daddy.” He has to know. “I love you!”
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He can’t help but be mesmerized by her eyes. Thump. Thump. Thump.
His pounding heartbeat is back in his ears.
He can’t help but lose himself to the pleasure she is so selflessly providing him. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her words are so soothing. Wait-
“I love you.” THUMP.
He can’t help but grab her to his chest in a tight hug. He feels her gasp against him. He moves inside her rapidly as he overflows her with his juices. Her noises are so sweet.
He lays back against the wall, still inside her. He can hear her heartbeat as she lay against him, curled into his chest. Even the beast now, never wants to let her go.
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Her tender words are met with his huge arms grabbing her. She gasps. ‘Oh no!’ She feels herself pulled against the soft fur of his chest. His hug is tight, constricting her breathing. He moves himself inside her, so fast. Too fast. A rush of forceful wetness. She can’t breathe. Fire for Daddy.
His motions stop, she feels his grip loosen on her. He still holds her in a hug, his flesh motionless but inside her. ‘So tired’ She curls up into his chest, fists full of fur. She hopes it worked, she hopes she did good. She is too exhausted to go on. Thump Thump. Thump. She is lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat.
She doesn’t feel him finally move out of her. Doesn’t feel him stand up, holding her gently to his chest. Nor does she notice when the beast carries her to bed, only to lay down still cradling her on top of him. She slumbers blissfully on his soft chest as he runs a long sharp claw through her hair. She doesn’t notice as his feral form shrinks away in the middle of the night.
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