Girl In The Woods (3 page)

I gasp. I feel
like he has opened my chest and grabbed my heart. I cry again.

“Why do you deny
your beauty? Let yourself shine. Let yourself free.”

Slowly, he
touches my lips with his. It’s my first kiss. I can’t stop crying. But not
because I’m afraid, but because he has touched the depths of my soul in a way
no one has ever done before.

“So, shall I go
on?” he asks me when he pulls away.

“Yes.”

He goes on
kissing my chin, my neck and moves lower to my chest. His tongue swirls around
my left nipple while his hand caresses my right breast. I feel my nipples
getting so hard that they hurt. And well, I’m…wet. I have only been this wet
when I had secretly read one of my mom’s erotic novels she hides in her room.
She would never want me to know that she reads those kinds of books.

I lean my head
against the tree, closing my eyes and savoring the sensation. I have touched myself
before, but it’s so different when another one touches you. Especially when you
are bound and unable to prevent it.

His touch
becomes harsh, almost hurting me. He even bites my nipple slightly and I
flinch. Just when things have started to get wild, he retreats leaving me
wanting more.

“Did you like
that?” he asks.

I nod with
closed eyes.

“I want to you
to look at me and say it.”

That was weird.
His voice sounded more severe than before. More demanding. I open my eyes
scared to face him, but when I eventually do, his look is like before. Kind and
commanding at once.

“Yes, I liked
it.”

He smiles.

“Did I hurt you
so far?”

“No,” but I
hurry to correct myself, “only when you bit me.”

“Was it so bad?”

“No, it wasn’t.”

 “Good. So, you
trust me?”

“I don’t know.”

“If I go on, you
will have to trust me that I will not hurt you. Otherwise, you will not fully
experience this.”

This? Oh, no. I
should have never read my mom’s novel. Now I know what he is going to do to me.
It would be better if I were naïve. I don’t want my first time to be like
this. Tied to a tree. With an unknown man, who by the way turns into a wolf.

“So?” he demands
an answer.

I look at the
ground confused.

He swiftly pins
my neck to the tree forcing me to look at him.

“This will
happen, either you want it or not. Do you understand me? Just because I give an
option and I am being lenient with you, it doesn’t mean that you can take
advantage of me. Now, choose. Will you trust me and enjoy this or you prefer
the hard way?”

His eyes burn my
flesh. He is indeed a wild animal. That I just enraged.

“Ok, I trust
you,” I utter with a low voice.

“I didn’t hear
you.”

“I trust you!” I
yell.

“I don’t like
your attitude.”

“I’m sorry, I’m
sorry, please, forgive me. I trust you. I do.”

Only then he
releases my neck.

He lifts my
dress and lowers my underwear. I close my eyes to endure the shame. When they
are at my knees’ length, with one violent movement of his hands he rips them
apart. He throws the torn underwear on the ground and kisses me once more.
While he does so, I feel his fingers lifting my dress again and searching for
the area between my legs.

I gasp when he
touches the top part of my body’s most secret region. His fingers open my lips
and move towards my opening.

“I see you like
this a lot, no matter what you say. You are so wet,” he breathes between
kissing me.

I want the earth
to swallow me right now.

He brings my
wetness to the upper part leaving me breathless. He rubs me with his fingers up
and down. It’s such a sweet sensation. His tongue invades my mouth making me
melt, while his fingers gradually lead me to an explosion. It’s so rough and
intense I want to scream. I moan in his mouth.

He moves away. I
feel exhausted. Satisfied, but exhausted.

“I will untie
your legs. If you try to use them against me, I will have to stop being kind.
Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Even if I wanted
to, I couldn’t do anything. I have no strength left to react. He knew exactly
what he was doing. Giving me an orgasm to make me loosen up, so that his work
will be easier. And he has done so successfully.

He unties my
legs and picks them up, ordering me to wrap them around his waist. His penis is
touching me. I had read in that novel that they get hard and longer and of
course I have seen male dogs and cats, but never anything like this. It’s huge.
If I didn’t feel so sated, I would freak out.

“This is going
to hurt a little,” he says. “But the more you resist, the more it will be
painful, okay?”

“Yes.”

He leans and
kisses me. I feel his fingers again rubbing me and waking up new sensations.
This time they move towards my vagina. He inserts one finger slowly. I pant.

“Are you all
right?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Not painful?”

“No.”

He gets his
finger out of me and then inserts two fingers really slowly, stretching me. Oh,
that hurts.

“No,” I cry.

“Relax, it will
be better for you if I do it this way. I know what I am doing,” he says and
kisses me again. He doesn’t leave my lips while he is moving his fingers inside
me to an increasing rhythm. I’m still wet and his fingers slide effortlessly,
but still it is painful.

“I think you are
ready,” he says when he stops kissing me and takes his fingers out of me.

I am ready? Am I
really? To lose my virginity to a stranger? I had imagined my first time with
someone I would love, with someone who would respect me and treat me right. Not
with someone who would rape me.

“Please, don’t,”
I beg and cry again.

He smiles. “You
are not the one who gives orders here. I am,” he says and I feel his penis in
the entrance of my vagina, opening it violently. I scream, but he doesn’t seem
to mind. He tries to kiss me again, but I turn my head away. As I do so, he
kisses my neck while fondling both my breasts harshly with his hands.

He gets inside
me inch by inch and I feel like I’m being cut with a knife. I am sobbing now
uncontrollably. I feel his weight filling me entirely. He starts moving in and
out making my pain unbearable.

And then,
something I would never expect happens. The pain fades away leading to a
feeling I have never experienced before. It’s pure pleasure. I feel like I am
being reborn. Like a new world has just opened for me. Like everything I knew
was only a part of what really exists.

His thrusts
become more intense scraping my back against the tough, uneven surface of the
tree. My whole body aches but I have never felt more alive, more fulfilled. I
let his rhythm carry me away and turn my head to face him.

His eyes are
filled with desire. Desire for me. I tilt forward and kiss him. My initiative
drives him crazy. He possesses my mouth passionately and he takes me like an
animal. Like an animal that he is.

I feel him pulsating inside me and then it’s all over. He rests his
head on my chest out of breath.

He is still
inside me and hugging me. I lay my head on his, starving for some support, some
tenderness. He has brought me to a new dimension. It’s only natural I feel a
bond having been created between him and me.

He lifts his
head and pulls out of me. I feel empty when he leaves me. And humiliated. There
is something coursing down my thigh. When I look down to see what it is I close
my eyes in disgust. It’s blood mixed with my arousal.

“Open your
eyes,” he says.

I do so. He is
looking at me with a mischievous smile from head to toe and I blush.

“You did well on
your first test,” he reassures me. “I am proud of you. I didn’t think you would
pull it off. You are a good girl.”

He moves behind
me and unties my hands. When he comes in front again, he rubs my wrists
smoothly to relieve me off the pressure the rope has caused.

“Lift your
hands,” he says.

I’m unable to
resist him. As I lift my arms he takes the dress off me. I am completely naked
as he is. He lifts me on his arms as if I were a little girl, close to his warm
body. Spontaneously, I coil my arms around his neck and let my head on his shoulder.
He doesn’t make me feel scared anymore. I am…calm. And content. Unusually
content.

He gets in the
lake still carrying me in his arms. As soon as I’m in the water he lets me
float. He strokes every part of my body, washing my last inhibitions away.

“Your turn now,”
he says.

“My turn?”

“To wash me.”

I blush once
more and turn my head away from him.

“Come on. What
are you waiting for?” he says impatiently.

I reluctantly
pass my wet hands over his chest. Then I sink them once more in the cool water
and caress his belly.

“My arms,” he
says and I gently rub them with water.

“Now lower,” he
suggests.

I look at him in
terror. I can’t touch him there. I just can’t.

“Calista? I told
you something and I expect you to do it.”

“I don’t want
to.”

“Fine.” He is
angry.

He drags me out
of the water and takes me in his arms once more. I protest this time and hit
him on his chest.

“Let me go,” I
shout.

He rushes into
the hut and lets me down by the bed.

“Stay here,” he
orders.

I nod, not
understanding what he wants.

He goes to the
shelves where he keeps several things and picks a rope.

That doesn’t
seem good. My earlier experience with ropes wasn’t good.

Calista,
wasn’t it? Don’t lie to yourself.

I need a towel.
I’m still dripping. But something tells me he won’t grant me this luxury.

“What are you
going to do to me?” I ask raising my chin up, trying to save what’s left of my
dignity.

“I’m going to
tie you to the bed.”

“What?”

“Calista, I have
to go hunting. We have to eat something. In the meanwhile, since I don’t trust
you, you will wait for me here, tied.”

“No, I won’t!” I
run to the exit but he is faster than me and catches me. He pins me to the bed,
holding my hands above my head. With his other hand he ties them together.

I start crying.

“What do you
want from me? I thought…I thought we…we…”

“We?” he says angry,
while he ties the end of the rope to the bed. He looks at me after he finishes.
I feel his weight over me suffocating, agonizing. “What did you think, Calista?
That after I raped you, we would cuddle like a couple in love?”

His words are
like swords that tear my heart apart. Also, my pride and my self- respect. I
turn my head around sobbing. He grasps my face and forces me to look at him.

“Listen to me!”
he yells. “You are not here to have fun. What did you think? That this was
going to be a camping vacation? You are here because you are looking for
something. And you will not find it by having fun.”

We remain like
this looking at each other, I don’t know for how long. He stares at my lips as
if he wants to kiss me, but he is unsure. Eventually, he gets up.

“I won’t be away
for long,” he says and before leaving the hut he turns into a wolf. All I can
think of is how to escape.

I try to free
myself of the ropes, but nothing. He has tied me securely. I hate this. I hate
that I can’t move. Second time in one morning. Why did I do this? Why did I
hand over all control to another person?

 No, Calista…It wasn’t to another person. It was to a wolf.
I mean, who does this? I must be out of my mind. Oh, I wish I could
turn back time and never leave my house. Pick one of those handsome, rich men
and move on with my life. Why am I always looking for trouble?

He was right. He
wasn’t gone for a long time. He returned having transformed into a man again.
He is holding a dead animal. I think it is a rabbit. He must have caught it
while hunting as a wolf. That poor animal.

He leaves the
rabbit on the table heartlessly and comes to me.

“How are you?”
he asks me.

“Angry.”

“Why?” He
reaches my hands and starts untying them.

“Do you even
have to ask? You left me here tied up.”

“Didn’t I keep
my promise? Didn’t I come back soon?”

“Yes,” I mutter
defeated.

He takes me in
his arms and looks at me.