The rain was never ending. I woke up this morning fully ready for a hike in the wilderness, nothing but the sun, flowing meadows, and a picnic. While not always this optimistic, I had a feeling today was going to be a good day. I finished my first year of college, and that is what mattered. Having never been to a party, or even skipping class I think I deserve a day off.
A hike was just what I needed to refresh, but the weather changed like nothing I had ever experienced and I got lost on the way back down the mountain. The curving roads and dark skies did nothing to help my confusion. When my car stalled out I really was ready to give up.
*Okay there is a bar a mile from here, if I run I can make it in less than 10 min, totally worth it, it’s just rain. What’s the worst that can happen?* Gathering the lone umbrella tucked away in the backseat I braved the storm, my sandals and light yellow sundress soaking through within seconds of stepping into the rain. *I will never go hiking again, at least not in sandals. What was I thinking, Instagram pictures my ass.*
When I saw the neon outline of the barsign I let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully they had someone that could help me. “The Packhouse” seemed like a fitting name for the bar, the area had been known for some random sightings of huge wolves. Stepping into the bustling bar, my soaked dress leaking water onto the dark creaking wood, I felt eyes on me, the shiver creeping up my spine.
Besides those playing games and pool, there were only a few people in the bar sitting at a table. A couple people were off to the side but deep in the back of the room there were a group of men. Even when they were sitting they looked huge, each one taking up more space than the seat allowed, their shoulders wider than the chair. Another man, taller than anyone in the room walked to their table, pulling up a chair and commanding the room. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he oozed nothing but pure control.
No matter how much I wanted to ogle at the men in the corner I did have to get out of this ridiculously small town. While there was nothing wrong with it, something just seemed off. Walking up to the bar, I flagged down the bartender. *Get the phone call, and get out of here, that’s the plan and I’m sticking to it.*
“Hi! I know its a bit busy here but I was on my way down the mountain and my car just stopped. My phone is dead and I just need to call a tow truck or a cab to the nearest hotel. Can I borrow your phone?” The air of desperation must have had some effect on the older woman as her eyes softened with sympathy.
“Of course you can! Look at you, you’re soaked! Come with me to the back and we can get you all cleaned up” her arms reaching across the bar and leading me to a backroom. *Finally! If things went smoothly I could be on my way out of here within the hour, or even at a hotel to wait out the storm.*
The woman handed me a towel to dry off and gave me the phone. Call after call to the mechanics did nothing, no one was willing to come out in this weather, and the nearest hotel was miles away.
Giving up on getting a mechanic to come help me, I started to head back to the bar when I felt something close around my wrist, I pulled against it but it was a grip like steel. I was being engulfed in a warm body. The harder I fought the tighter it pulled, as my nose filled with musk of this person. It was all that I could think about. *That woodsy, with a hint of vanilla, and something else that I just couldn’t put my finger on. I don’t care what it is I just want more.* I twisted looking up at the man keeping me in his grasp, my eyes meeting with his, feeling nothing but electricity shooting between us. I could barely make out the low growl he let out as his rough fingers trailed down my arm, following a vein. This tiny movement sending shocks throughout my body.
*Fuck me.* I couldn’t think of anything past how much I wanted him. He was perfect in every way. I wanted to curl up in his chest and fall asleep. I want to wake him up with breakfast in bed. I want to be his. I need to be his.
I was ready to fall to my knees in submission, I never had these feelings before but the deep primal need to be owned by him was all I could think about. I don’t doubt he was able to tell. My nipples were pebbling under my dress, the thin lacy bralette I chose to wear today was doing nothing to hide my nipples that were begging to be tugged and pulled and pinched. The matching panties were only adding to the heightened sensitivity spreading throughout my body, my slit dripping with arousal, just at his touch.
In my neverending lust for him, I noticed his nose flare, while all reason told me he couldn’t smell my wetness, deep down I knew he could.
When I could finally think again I let out a “Oops, sorry for bumping into you like that” so quietly I could barely hear the words pass my lips. Before I could even process what had happened he took a step back. “Don’t go out the front, those guys are nothing but creeps and they will be dealt with accordingly. Come, I’ll to take you safely to a hotel”.
I stared doe eyed back at him, my immediate reaction being to trust his every word and follow him to the back, but another voice told me maybe he was the creep, planning on taking me as soon as I followed him to the alley. This was a chance I was willing to take.
Releasing me from his grip, he opened the door to show the car. Getting in the passenger seat I buckled myself in, the cold leather a stark contrast against my warming skin. Despite my best efforts I couldn’t stop thinking of his hands on me.
Stroking my face to push my hair back, caressing my ass before striking me hard and well, gripping my neck while he looks deep into my eyes as I writhe in pleasure. If I didn’t distract myself soon I was going to become a moaning mess right here.
“Sooo, how did you know I needed help?” I asked, trying anything to get my mind off of his hands on me. He looked over with one eyebrow raised just slightly “One, It’s a small town. Two, I was by the bar. It’s not everyday we get fresh meat”. The sound that followed was the most joyous thing i’ve heard, the lightest bit of a deep laugh that left me shivering. I just wanted to hear more.
“Thank you so much for helping me, you really didn’t have to, I really had no idea those guys were such creeps. I guess that’s one of the dangers of exploring alone”.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe. I’m here and no one’s gonna harm you” As he reached over and placed his hand on my knee I couldn’t contain my moans, I tried, I really did. But it slipped out. A little sigh showing him exactly what he was doing to me. As soon as I pressed my lips together I saw him look over at me, his eyes dilated and tracking my every movement.
The slight possessiveness in his eyes made me want more.
A wolf stalking a rabbit, so blissfully unaware. “Awww look at you, so cute. Don’t think I didn’t notice your little fidgeting. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you that you don’t beg for”
*This writing is ©️2019 littleslojfe. All rights reserved. All individuals depicted are of legal age, and this was written by an adult for an adult audience ONLY*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cwue7e/the_alpha_mfteasingownership_and_submission
I love your writing Fleur, you create such clear scenes that are vivid and immersive. Really enjoyed the part where the man grabs your wrist, the quick escalation there and how that part is capturing what is happening through multiple senses.
Dammmnnnn, I could read a novel of this!!
Is there going to be a part 2