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“How hard do you like it?”

I couldn’t believe he asked me that.

“Pretty hard.” Karl breathed deeply and his cock twitched inside me. “Harder than the last one.” I buried my burning face into the carpet.

“Sometimes you just to speak up, to get what you want.” My devil, helpful as usual.

He thrust his cock into me and slapped my posterior at the same time. My nipples slid over the rough carpet, a thousand tiny needles adding to my delicious discomfort. Waves of pleasure-pain spread from where he’d smacked me, and I moaned, letting a little drool slip onto the carpet.

God, and I tell myself he’s the animal.

“Harder?” Could I take harder? I wanted harder. He thrust into me, pressing my G-spot, filling me. I needed to release.

To release I needed more.

“Harder.” I gasped to hear myself say it. “Sir.”

“If I hit too hard, just say stop, alright? If you say stop, I will.”

“Yes,” I wriggled against him, wanting him to quit talking and thrust. And spank. “Sir.”

“That’s a good girl, Grace.”

His hand cracked against my flesh again, with more force than the last one. I cried out, in both pain and relief.

R.E.M started on the mix then, and with their solid old school rock beat.

Loud enough to cover my cries.

I didn’t want my neighbors to call the cops. The last scene I wanted to see right now was Detective Cale leading a SWAT team through the splinters of my door. I giggled into the carpet at the thought. The song was
Losing my Religion.

Of course.

He thrust into me, and though I loved the feeling, I missed the accompanying shock of pleasure-pain from his hand.

“Please Sir, spank me again.” I clutched at the carpet, rubbing my pussy and nipples against its prickly texture. A rough and battered wool scent crashed through my nose and I had a sudden vision of sheep on a mountain slope.
Better to think of mountains and sheep than try to remember the last time I vacuumed.

Somehow Karl spanking me and fucking me on my somewhat dirty carpet and driving my face, my nipples, my cunt, into an ancient hand stitched pattern turned me on instead of disgusting me. Or maybe turned me on because it disgusted me.

I licked sand from my lips.

Karl answered my begging with another slap, “Shit.” I screamed and tried to push my cry into the rug.

He thrust into me again, faster. My entire front burned. I shoved my palms flat, digging my fingers into the rug, trying to hold on to the world. Trying to keep up with Karl.

I wanted to wait to cum when he did.

Karl plan differed. He moved his hand from my left hip and snaked it down to cup my pussy, protecting my flesh from the carpet’s rub. One of his fingers found my sore little clitty, and he made gentle circles around it. My ass burned on the other side where he spanked me. Then his spanking hand found my breast. Then my already sore nipple.

His fingers pinched. I hissed, “Yes.” His nails emerged as he neared his edge. The lovely pinpoint pain increased. “Yes, Sir.”

Karl thrusts grew more rapid. His fur emerged where he lay on my back, getting thicker and stiffer. His teeth raked my neck. I lay supine in a terrifying position to be in with a man who was turning into a Dire Wolf.

“Grace, oh, Grace,” he boomed. Karl squeezed his claws into my nipple driving conscious thought from my mind, endorphins shooting into my brain. At the same time, he spun my nub like a ship sinking into a whirlpool, driven onward and around by his speeding finger. Waves washed over me, thoughts fled me, and my tenor scream mixed with his bass roar when we both came as one.

fifteen

 

Afterward, we lay on the floor. He’d rolled on his back while I lolled on my stomach, my hands outstretched above my head. I rubbed the wool under my fingers, my breath returning. Many years ago, a mountain woman wove this rug, inch-by-inch on a loom made of bone and wood. Descending from my own peak, I dug my hands into her labor. I grasped her berries, her grass, her years she’d put into this rug.

I turned my head sideways to look at Karl. He panted softly, his chest rising and falling like ocean waves.

Karl turned his half-wolf head and smiled at me, bright fangs flashing free.

On his belly his sex lay, oozing into the condom.

“This is my favorite song,” he said.

My ears perked up.

I’d seen a dying artist sing the tune on Letterman, but couldn’t place the name.

“Keep me in your heart,” Karl sang sweetly. Tears wet his cheeks.

“Why are you crying?”

“You’re a sweet girl. And I’m a big bad beast.”

“I like you too, Karl and I like that you are a big,” I nudged his lolling cock, “bad beast.”

There remained a question I needed to ask.

“This is our second time.”

“Yes.”

“How many times before a wolf is exclusive?” I flushed.

“Moving pretty fast, Grace,” my corner devil wagged her finger.

“She’s moving too fast not to find this out now.” I bet you guessed who said that.

He looked serious. “We wolves call it bonding. Bonding can happen after two times.”

 

sixteen

 

Karl leapt up and disappeared into my bathroom.

I leaned forward, wanting him to come back.

He returned with my bottle of skin cream. Nice stuff, best I can afford. Vitamin E and Aloe. The scent of roses and rainwater. So, it said on the label. West Florida rain always smells like the ocean, but I bet they meant mountain snow-pack fresh spring rain like we used to get in Grand Rapids.

Karl put some on his hands, and rubbed them together to warm the lotion.

He soothed the lotion gently into my red and swollen carpet-tortured breasts.

Karl transported me to heaven with his touch, like an angel he stroked me, taking away the pain. The hurt left me and good feelings rolled through my body. He gently rolled me over, commanding me with his hands. Karl held me on my side, easing lotion into my sore cheeks. He paid special attention to my right one, the one he’d been slapping. I purred. I can do that, I learned from my cat. He chuckled at the sound and kissed the back of my head. All too soon his careful rubbing ceased, and my soothed parts glowed as if bathed in the summer sun.

Karl slid to his feet and reached out his hand to help me up. He sat on the couch and patted next to him.

I guess I can sit on the same cushion with him now.

He stroked his hand over my breast. Over the nipple he’d been pinching, and soothing.

“Grace, I’m sorry. Is this too hard? Too soon?”

I held his hand to my chest. “I didn’t say that.”

“No. I did. It’s too fast for me. It should be too fast for you.”

Oh my god, is he calling me a slut? Does he think I’m a slut?

I don’t know how to act in these scenes!

“I’m not usually like this. I don’t really date men.”

“Your yoga teacher?”

“What?” She never asked. “No, I don’t date women either. I mean, I’m straight.” Mostly. “I just work all the time.” I blew my hair from my forehead, but the damp strands dropped right back into my eyes. “We’re trying to rescue a paper.” He looked surprised. “Leslie and I.”

“Oh right,
The Key Times.

“Yeah, but not just the paper. We provide business websites, SEO consulting, branding, that sort of thing.”

“SEO?”

Fucking A, how did this get so boring so fast.

“Search engine optimization. So you come up first when someone Googles for what you sell.” Great elevator pitch, Grace. Next ask him what his budget is.

He held up his hand. Thankfully.

“Grace, I’d like to see you again. But, we should talk first. I want to make sure you know what you are getting into.” He ran his finger along the side of his mouth, tracing the muscles around his lips.

What? I signed his paperwork!

“Karl, you’re into kinky sex. I know you’re a were-wolf—,”

“Weir,” he groaned. “Please don’t say were.”

Letting that go, I rushed onward, “—I signed your paperwork, I called you Sir, what more do you think you need to tell me?”

“There’s more, trust me and I want you to have time to think.” He ran his fingers through my hair.

“Maybe we should slow down a little.”

“Why do you want to take it slow?”

“When a man and woman make love my way, the act releases powerful chemicals. Endorphins. These can cloud your judgment. I want you to want me, but I don’t want you to want me because of endorphins. I don’t want you to awaken one day and realize you are stuck with a sicko, twisted freak, and not remember how it happened.”

He said one day. In the future. He sees us having a future. Fuck. I’m falling in love. Maybe he’s right.

“But you aren’t a man.”

Karl’s gave me a measuring gaze, “My biology is…complex. I will explain it to you over time, if you give me the time. But, I have my human side. I’m dual-natured, I’m not just a dire wolf wearing a monkey skin. I have endorphins too. I have emotions. Sharper emotions when I’m in my…other state.”

“Wolf emotions,” I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Dire wolves love their mates, Grace, don’t ever think otherwise. We also make decisions quickly. We know the right one when we smell them, in the wild there isn’t much time to sniff around.”

Love. He said love.

 

seventeen

 

“Let’s have a real date. Somewhere public. Where you can run away if you want to. Say dinner on the Key. OK?”

“I could do that.”

“Cool. Tonight?”

I sighed. “I have to go to Economy Gear and help Pablo update his website. He’s launching a new beachwear line. I’ll be shooting pictures and video, and live blogging.”

“He needs you there?”

“Yeah. Pablo doesn’t blog.” Great salesman, but he can’t figure out how to switch his computer on.

“We’ll be done around ten.”

Suddenly in my head I saw Karl and I laughing, and singing, and trying to make things work together. Will this choice turn me from my path, or is it the deal that I will forever regret letting go?

“I’ll send my driver to pick you up at ten-oh-one.”

Of course he has a driver.

“Yes, Sir.”

Karl’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared.

“I like when you call me Sir.”

 

eighteen

 

About an hour after Karl left, Leslie banged through the front door.

“Well, someone has been having fun,” we both exclaimed at the same time.

My sundress rode up around my waist. Leslie wore her getup from the night before.

Walk of shame, meet walk of shame.

“So, the date with Mister Morning went well?”
I tucked my knees under me and pushed my skirt under them primly.

She collapsed on the couch. “He’s coming around.”

“Coming around to using us or coming around to using you?”

Leslie giggled. “Both!”

She reached over and poked my arm. “So how was your dinner with Mister Norman?”

I blushed.

“I brought up my adoption issues and he felt sorry for me.” I rubbed my face with my palm. “I almost left early.”

I peeked at her through my fingers.

“Then I fucked him and then I ran.”

Leslie sniffed and gave me a suspicious look.

“He called today for another round.”

She smirked. Leslie knows I change my mind often. When I get my way, I usually have second thoughts and try to give anything back that I’ve gotten by being headstrong.

“Why didn’t you just stay with him last night?”

“I ran all the way to the entrance before I…decided to go back. The valet splashed me.” I sighed. “No way could I walk back through the Ritz wearing a soaking wet dress.”

Leslie giggled.

I gave her an evil look, but I couldn’t hold onto my anger very long. Leslie’s laugh infected me and I rolled onto my side heaving, gasping for breath.

“Sorry,” she reached for me and I grabbed her hand, my knuckles going white while I struggled for control.
“Funny story!”

“Then, today he came by…”

“And that’s why you’re sitting here pulling a Marilyn.”

I tucked my hem farther under my legs.

“Did you do him again?”

I nodded.
“But then things turned weird again. He’s complicated.”

“What do you mean?” Her brows dove for her nose. “What did he do?”

“He told me he was bad news.” I sniffed.

“You like him like him?”

“Yeah, but he’s different. Maybe that’s why I like him.”

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