Freak Show (12 page)

              “Our pack.” She mimics. I can tell by the light in her eyes she feels more than content in our new roles.

              It amazes me how easy things are falling into place between the two packs. Din’s pack member’s slip comfortably on to the couches and pick up game controllers or beers. Everyone is laughing and catching up. It’s a beautiful thing to watch. My friends have broken off in different directions, Anne has moved to Din’s side while he holds his sister and they reclaim lost years between them.

              I stand against the counter in the small open kitchen watching everyone, especially Chaos. He moves through the groups of people with power and grace, checking on everyone. His hand moves from one person’s back to another’s shoulders and then on to the next person. He checks on each of his pack mates one at a time, slowly making his way around the room to include every one of them. He briefly makes eye contact with me, long enough to give me a wink and a reassuring nod then continues mingling. Din’s members act almost bashful around Chaos and I wonder if it’s because they feel shame for having left in the first place or for some other reason I’m unaware of.

              None of that seems to matter to Chaos though, his attitude is the same with everyone. Welcoming and caring but still authoritative over new and old members. Chaos’ new responsibilities look more than grateful to be here.

              Anne joins me in the kitchen and leans her hip against the counter. “Should we make some food for our family?” Her giddiness is contagious and together we begin poking around the cabinets until we find a few boxes of spaghetti and jars of already made tomato sauce.

              “It’s been so long since we have had families.” I keep my words low so that only Anne hears them. “I’m so happy you are in this with me.”

              “Ugh, yeah. Can you imagine going through this alone? I mean, I am totally fine with chucking all my responsibilities at home to stay here and be pampered by a hot wolf shifting soulmate, but I know you take everything a lot more seriously than I do. How are you holding up?”

              “I honestly don’t know.” I bend down to look in the lower cabinets for cookware. “I think I’m still in shock. I don’t ever want to think about leaving Chaos’ side, but even knowing that I feel that way, makes me think I’m crazy.”

              “You aren’t crazy,” Anne smiles down at me. “I mean sure, I HAD thought you lost it before I saw Din, but I get it now.” She lowers her head into her hands and screams lightly. “I don’t understand it either but I get it. My heart was his the second I saw him. The smell of him makes me feel whole and when he held me in his arms,” She peeks through her fingers at me. “Fuck, I’ve never felt so good. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good”

              “I didn’t either, Anne.” I feel my heart overflowing with love and understanding for my friend and our new situation and figure I better change the subject before we both end up in emotional tears. I find two pots and bring water to a boil in one of them while Anne and I start chatting about what our lives will be like here at Freak Show.

              When tiny bubbles appear in the water we empty the boxes of stiff noodles and pour the sauce in the other pan to heat up. “They probably want meat with this, huh?” I look over at Anne whose head is now in the deep freeze on the other side of the refrigerator.

              “I was just thinking that. A bunch of dogs’ll probably need something more than pasta to hold ‘em at bay.” Her voice is dull from within the freezer but she pops out with a restaurant size bag of frozen meatballs in her hand. “Ah HA! This should do the trick!” She dances over to me and drops the meat into the sauce pan. The lukewarm sauce splatters out, making a mess everywhere. “Well, shit.” She cusses.

              “Nice one,” I tease and snag a roll of paper towels off the counter and bend over to soak up the mess. I’m not surprised when two big hands are placed on my hips and my ass is pulled against a sturdy body. “Hey!” I swat Chaos’ leg with the roll of absorbent disposable cloth.

              “You can’t blame me, when you were the one just sticking it out there.”

              “Have some self-control,” I try to sound serious but even to my own ears the joke comes out weak as I slip from his fingers and toss the mess into the waste basket.

              “Woman, you have no idea how much control I’m exerting right now.” His expression is playful but his tone is deep and commanding. “Are you finished here?”

              “Not really. I still have to wait for…”

              “Go, I’ve got it.” Anne interrupts me and when I turn to look at her she shoos me off with her hands. Before I can argue, Chaos smacks my ass with an open palm and points to a large doorway off the side of the kitchen. I cross my arms under my breasts and stomp my foot.

              “I want to feed the pack.” I know I’m acting childish, and honestly having Chaos drag me upstairs to his room is exactly what I want, but I also want to prove to the pack that I’m here for all of them and not just as their alpha’s reincarnated sex toy.

              A small twitch is visible in Chaos’ jaw and I take a single step back. “You’re adorable, but I’m the alpha, and I say go.” He repoints to the same place he first indicated.

              “You said I’m the alpha queen, doesn’t that make us even?” The only response I get is a growl and he lunges for me. Before I can let out a surprised scream he is sweeping my feet from under me and holding me against his chest. I squiggle in his arms, but his hold is secure and he keeps me well balanced. “I’m not finished cooking!” I squeal through my giggles, Chaos’ fingers are pinching playfully under my thighs and over my ass making me wiggle and squeak even louder. I can feel the eyes of every pack member on us, but the small glances I’m able to get of the members, shows only happy faces.

              Not only are they happy their family is whole again, but they are happy for Chaos, too. Happy he has me again and I love them for caring about his heart. “Foods ready.” Anne announces and it’s like she brought treats to the pound. The wolves descend upon the kitchen and Chaos has to squeeze us out of the door.

              When we’re out of ear shot of the pack I bite at Chaos’s jaw. “Are you always such a brute?” My words are met with another pinch to my ass cheek. “Ow!” I laugh into his neck and he shifts me in his arms.

              “Normally, you don’t put up much of a fight. I’ve never seen this much fire in you, my sweet Serenity.” The arm bracing my back switches position and its hand tugs a strand of my hair. “It really turns me on.”

              “Does it?” I purr my words as Chaos kicks open a door and then uses the same foot to slam it shut.

              “Everything about you makes my dick hard.” He groans his words and again slides me down his body. His erection stabs at my belly when my feet finally reach the floor. I begin to sink to my knees and his hands reach into my hair. He brushes his fingers through my locks and watches me through heavy lidded eyes. “I always feel off balance when you come back to me. Like I’m dreaming and afraid to move in case I wake up and you aren’t really here.” I place a kiss above his hip and peek up through my lashes at him.

              “I’m not going anywhere this time, Chaos.” I spread kisses over his lower abdomen and work his jeans open. The zipper sounds louder than it should with only our breathing filling the room.

              “Everything is so new and so different this lifetime.” He adds as his cock springs free from his jeans. I hold it up with one hand and trace my tongue along the length of a thick vein near the underside of his cock. He exhales loudly and when I look up his body again, his head is dropped back and he’s looking at the ceiling like he’s praying. “Fuck. That feels good.”

              I moan softly and kiss the crown of his penis. “I’m glad some things are new for you as well. It’s nice knowing we’re sharing experiences for the first time together and that you aren’t just reliving my life with me every time.”

              “Oh, Serenity,” He tuts and reaches down to pick me back up. “I’d live any life that allowed me to be by your side.” His arms move around my waist and he hugs me. Strong and tight, his body heat envelopes me and I can’t remember a time I’ve felt more secure.

              My arms are wrapped around his neck and Chaos walks backwards until he can sit on the bed. When he does we are just about eye to eye and I lower my hands to his jaw. I love the way his scruff tickles my palms. “How long does it normally take for me to process all of this stuff between us and stop feeling crazy?”

              “Hmm,” He brings his hands to my ass and kneads the leather covered flesh. “Keeping in mind this one is very different?” I nod to his question. “I would say no more than a week or two.”

              “Will I have a job here at the club?” I want to be useful to our pack and I can imagine living at a theme park requires a lot of upkeep. Chaos tenses a little under my hands.

              “I don’t want you to be an exotic dancer, if that’s what you mean.” He holds me still with the look in his eyes. “You can help prepare meals. We eat a lot, but I think you already figured that out since you were already in the kitchen. You always fall into the caregiver role pretty easily. But if there are other things you want to do instead, you need only to tell me.”

              “Are you going to keep dancing?” I let my head tip to the side and my lips purse with my question, but Chaos just laughs and rubs his hands down the backs of my thighs then pushes on the back of my knees making them buckle. He lifts me until I’m straddled over his lap with my tits just about in his face.

              “I’m not a dancer, Serenity.”

              “But,” I settle my ass on his lap. “On stage is where I first saw you.”

              “Yes, that’s true. I was going insane knowing you were in the park and that you hadn’t shown up here yet. When your scent was coming from inside the building I couldn’t wait any longer. I only went on stage for that act with hopes to draw you out of the crowd.”

              “Ohh,” I push his shoulders to make him lay back on the bed. I won’t lie, I’m a bit relieved my Spiritbond isn’t a stripper. Not that I judge strippers, I just don’t want the love of my life teasing all those horny bitches out there.

              Chaos’ smile is lopsided as I hover over him. His hands move up over my ass again and then to the bottom of the tee shirt I’m wearing. He tugs it up slowly and I lift my arms to let him remove it. He drops it to the bed and cups my tits in his hands. “You are my everything.” He murmurs while sitting up enough to suck on my skin. He kisses, nips and sucks between my breasts, on the sides of them where they seem more sensitive, and then over my nipples.

              “You are my always.”

            Smiling, I run my fingers through his hair, holding his head to my chest. A shiver runs through me, while my sex runs with my juices. Grasping his hair in my hands, I lift his face to look into his eyes, “Show me.”

             And he does, for eternity.

                                        The End…

River Submission

A BDSM Erotica Short story

By J. Richards

Its early morning
,

the sun has just peaked over the tree line and is warming the blades of grass still wet with dew. You've promised to come to pick me up at my home for our play session today and I hear your car as it crunches its way up my gravel driveway. My insides swirl anxiously as I wait for you to enter.

I’ve been your submissive for only a few weeks now and I’m still trying to learn your moods and what you may expect of me. To my surprise when you do come into my house, letting yourself in as is your right, I find you’re being silly and flirty with me. Your face, which has been a mask to me is now open and playful. I find my nerves dancing with tingles waiting for your demanding nature to rear itself and spank me for entertaining your teasing tones and playful laughter, but it makes no appearance, which is throwing me off and I’m unsure how to react to you.

You’re wearing cargo shorts and a snug tee, hiking shoes, and you've instructed I dress similar. I allow my eyes to take in all of you, well over six feet tall and built like a man who works for a living. The dark brown hair on your head is cut short and I itch to run my fingers through it while you use my body but instead, I keep my fingers laced behind my back while you inspect my outfit. Your hazel eyes peer through my soul as you walk around me in slow circles.

Since the day we met you’ve seen right through me. To my deepest desires and my darkest needs. So far you’ve fulfilled them like no one has ever been able to. I need your control the way I need air in my lungs. I long for your approval and seek it greedily. You give me a slow bob of your head in approval of my outfit and usher me out the front door with your hand hovering over my lower back. I walk slower hoping to encourage your hand to touch me, but you avoid it well.

You help me into the car and are just chatty the entire drive. I plaster on a smile and try to enjoy our conversation, but I have that feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop. You haven't touched me once and its making me crazy. After a short twenty minute drive, we pull over into a small picnic area and you grin sweetly as we exit the car. I watch as you move to the trunk and throw on a small backpack. Next, you place your hand lightly at my lower back as you lead me to the mouth of a trail just on the other side of the parking area. My skin ignites under your soft touch and tingles spread up my spine.  

There is a light breeze and the early morning sun’s rays are hot against the back of my neck as we begin to walk. You stay behind me and I feel your gaze lingering on my plump rear and the back of my thighs. Your stare is like a light weight fluttering against my legs and makes me more aware of every muscle that bunches and flexes as I move.

The woods are thick with autumn colored leaves clinging to their branches for as long as possible, before the weather will force them to fall to the forest floor. The air smells like fresh pine and the gentle decaying of those beautiful leaves. What started out as a wide path has turned into a narrow trail and each step becomes more difficult as we climb up the side of the mountain. Rocks turn into steps and fallen branches lend their strength as I pull myself up the trail.

Your playful attitude keeps up as we make our way to the destination you have in mind for us. Your hands reach out and brace against my ass to help me up a few rough places in the trail and then your fingers linger once I’ve passed the obstacle. They tickle down my thighs and stirs my arousal and keeps my body waiting and wanting.

I can hear the gurgling and bubbling sounds of a river getting closer with every new step and smile over my shoulder at you. When I look back, your smile is bright, like you’re really happy to be here. Whether it’s because of me or the woods I’m unsure. We’ve played sexual games in each of our bedrooms but never outside or publicly. I can feel pleased vibes rolling off your body like you belong in this setting. Like the woods are a part of you. It makes me antsy to reach our location and see what you have in store for me today.

              I keep moving after the swat of your hand landing on my needy butt cheek spurs my feet into action again. We climb and walk until the river comes into view. Its beauty simply takes my breath away. It’s wide and slowly flowing, the true definition of a lazy river. Rocks break the cool water, making patterns in random places.

I sigh as I look at its gentle majesty and your front meets my back. The scent of your cologne mingles with the fresh scents of the woods and brings me a comfort like no other. Your body heat radiates against my back and I find myself snuggling into you. Your arms wrap around me, and your lips lower to tease the shell of my ear.

"And now the fun begins." The light and playful tones you’ve shared with me all morning are now gone and replaced with a rough growling timber that causes a shiver to race down my sweaty spine, my lips parting slightly on my gasping inhale.

My submission to your will fills me like the river fills the lake below the mountain as I turn to face you. You take over my movements, instructing me to be still yet malleable. You strip me of my clothing quickly. Not slow and loving but cool and calculated.

My body and mind settle under your control as you bare me to the wilderness and yourself. I have no fear of being discovered by other hikers, for if that was your plan than your wishes will be obeyed. I lower my gaze as you kick off your shoes and remove your tee shirt. I want so badly to peek up at the sexy six pack of abdominals I know you carry in your midsection but I wait patiently instead.

Your hand engulfs mine and slowly you walk me into the shallow water. I giggle as the cold mountain liquid licks at my ankles and splashes higher as we move. In the center of the river there is a cluster of boulders with a large flat rock, the water washes against its edges and continues to tumble past the blockage.

"Lie down." You command, and I do. The sun kissed rock feels good on my back and I close my eyes against the brightness of the sun. The water lapping at the edges of the rocks splash up and dot my skin in cool kisses, so that I can never predict where they will land next.

“Stay put, little girl.” You order before leaving my side. I prop one hand up against my forehead to watch you retreat back to the shore. You have left your shorts on and your strong, wide back ripples as you wade through the water. At the shore you retrieve the backpack and smirk at my watching you.

When you return to my side you lower the backpack to the rock’s surface near my hip. The zipper makes a loud noise in the woods as you peel it open and all the tiny hairs on my body stand at attention, waiting, watching, and hoping for whatever you will pull from the bag.

A roll of silver Duct Tape is the first thing you lift up and allow me to look at. I swallow tightly, you know how I love to be bound for your pleasure. I open my legs, spreading my body in the position I know you like. I watch you walk around the rocks as you use the Duct Tape to secure my ankles and wrists to the rock. A bubble of laughter spills from my lips at the idea of the Duct Tape actually holding in these conditions. But you continue anyway, taking your time to splash more drops of cool water on my skin, lightly flicking your fingers to leave the drops trailing over my body.

"You’ll be here a while, girl." You whisper in that dark growl I love. Out of the backpack you produce a bottle of sunscreen and tip it over so the cold goo floods your palms. I wiggle slightly against the hardness of the rock under me, but your tape holds me in place as you begin to lather me in sun screen. Your big strong hands massage every inch of my body but leave my pussy untouched. I melt under your skilled fingers. Every knot of tension releases while you cover my skin in the protective lotion.

You nod as if you are finally satisfied with my state and pull your cock free from your shorts. I notice the hems of your shorts are wet from standing in the river but it doesn’t seem to matter to you. I open my mouth and let my tongue slide out in hopes you will let me taste you. Instead, you stand over me while you work your cock in your tight fist until you cum on my ribs and tits. I gasp, shocked that you came so quickly without allowing me to touch or please you and your lips kick up in a devilish smile. "I plan for you to be here for a long time, girl. It wouldn’t have served either of us well, for my dick to have been hard for as long as I plan to torment that sweet pussy."

I know I am in trouble now and whimper my protests. Your hot seed dribbles down my breast as I try to slow my breathing. I watch as you tuck your softening cock back into your shorts and you drop to your knees on the rock between my open thighs. My neck stretches so I can keep watching as you begin licking at my center.

My back arches with the powerful pleasure you are causing me. I want to come so badly, the pressure of my orgasm burns in the base of my spine but you stop touching me every time I get too close to slipping over the edge. Over and over you bring me to the peak with the tip of your talented tongue or the gentle strokes of your fingers between my drooling pussy lips but it’s never enough.

My nipples are as hard as the rocks in the river’s bed and my moans of pleasure are echoing against the trees, but still you tease me. My clit feels so swollen I know at this point it must look like a teeny tiny penis. Hard and aching for someone to fuck it into orgasm.

Tears leak from my eyes at my desperate need but it doesn't make you change your actions. It feels like hours have passed that you’ve been between my thighs, nipping and kneading at my over sensitive skin without allowing me release.

I feel water being splashed against my legs and look down the length of my body to see you picking up a smooth rounded river rock. Every muscle in my body tightens as I watch you bring the cold rock to my too hot skin. Your skilled fingers roll it against my inner thigh. Up one side and down the other until the rock is no longer wet but dried by my feverish flesh.

Again you dunk it back into the gurgling water and lower the hard bump to my swollen, deprived clit. My eyes squeeze shut as I scream out with the pleasure the pressure brings my throbbing body. My orgasm floods from me, wrecking my body in convulsing shivers I can’t even think to stop. My body is no longer under my control but bucking against your hand with a mind of its own. Soon the pleasure becomes too much and I beg for you to stop but you keep rolling the rock in unknown patterns, keeping my orgasm going until I’m sure I’ll pass out.

I scream and beg for mercy but it falls on deaf ears as you continue. Your mouth meets my thighs in sweet soft kisses but your fingers keep moving the rock against my weeping cunt. Soon you are forcing me into another orgasm. You keep going until the aftershocks of this last orgasm slow and my body slumps against the rock under me.

Finally, thankfully, you drop the rock back into the water and cup river water into your hands. You pour it over my belly and I squeal against the sensation. It’s so cold compared to the temperature of my burning flesh and chill bumps awaken all along my frame.

Sweetly, you lean down to kiss my jaw and I relax into the touch of your lips. Foolishly, really for I should have known better. Your hand then grabs my soaked, slippery cunt and you squeeze like a vice.

More tears fall from my eyes as you hold me tight. "Whose fucking pussy is this?" Your voice is in complete contrast to your hands strength. It’s soft and sweet as if you were cooing to a baby.

"Yours!" I cry out my answer, the only answer I can think of and my hips jerk up into your hold. The Duct Tape keeps my legs in place no matter how much I thrash against it and your hand on my pussy.

"Cum again" You bark and my entire body jumps at the command. Two of your knowing fingers pound into my soft swollen pussy and I yell out, my strained voice bouncing off the water and the trees lining the river. You chuckle as I break for you, shattering into your palm. "That’s a pleasing sound, bitch" You growl before kissing my lips delicately.

You look down at me, deep into my blurry eyes and grin. Roughly, you yank at my ankles, ripping the tape holding me to the rock, which causes a burning sting to cover each ankle. Without giving me time to adjust to the freedom, you fold my body. My ankles now against your shoulders and your hand rubs my exposed lower lips and down to my ass hole. I use my ankles to pull your body closer and my ass fills your hands.

"I know, little girl.” Your deep voice sooths my frazzled nerves. “Daddy knows what you need."

My eyes roll back into my head at your words and I feel your hands leave my ass in order for you set your cock free. The smooth flesh of your cock head touches lightly against my tight asshole and I force myself to exhale to allow you to press inside my body. I groan as you fill me, but you’re moving too slow. Only half an inch of your cock has breached the tight ring of muscles that makes up my anus and I want you deeper.

I want you to fuck me hard but your pace is gentle, tormenting me like always. Your cock pops free from my asshole as you tilt to the side to dig into the river for another pebble. I shake my head fiercely, my clit still too sensitive from earlier. The other hand palms your cock and /drags it through my slippery pussy lips, lubing your dick with my body’s own pleasure. Now that your cock is soaked in my juice’s you fit the bulbous head against my back entrance again and your hips move a bit harder as you grind it inside of me but your pace is still painfully slow.