Girl In The Woods (5 page)

“Yes, my Lord.”

“You really
amaze me! This comes instinctively to you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, my Lord,”
I reply keeping my gaze away from his.

“Look at me,” he
orders, “Do you think I have to tie you before I leave?”

“Anything you
think is suitable, my Lord.”

“I think I have
scared you enough for one day. I am sure you have learnt your lesson. Besides,
there is nowhere to go. Even if you dared to escape, you would never find the
way back without me.”

I keep my temper
and fix my eyes on his, avoiding to convey my real thoughts.

“I would never
run from you, my Lord. I promised I wouldn’t.”

He smiles.

“I knew all you
needed was a good spanking to correct your rebellious behavior.”

I overpower my
urge to roll my eyes in disdain.

Turning into a
wolf, he goes out. Quickly, I get out of bed and go to the door. I open it
slightly and peek outside. He’s nowhere to be seen.

Ok, Calista.
Now it’s your chance.

I pick a pair of
panties from the drawer of the closet and put them on. I never got to ask him
how come he has women’s clothes and underwear. Well, I’ll never know and I will
never care. I put on my shoes as well and storm out of the hut.

As he has
already warned me, I don’t know how to reach my house. All I can do right now
is to keep on running in the opposite direction of the lake, hoping I will
reach a house or someone who can help me find my way.

I run until I am
exhausted. It’s clear I am lost. There are only trees, bushes, birds and
squirrels around me. Not a single person. Not a single sign of civilization.

I sit on the
ground trying to catch my breath. I have to keep on running. He will soon
return to the hut – if he hasn’t already – and he will come looking for me. I
don’t want to know how upset he will be that I escaped.

“So, here you
are,” I hear his voice behind me. I’m shaking in terror. I don’t turn to look
at him. I get up and run.

Of course he is
faster than me, but my will to be free is much more than his strength. As I
hear him speeding behind me, I sense something different. I look back and he
has turned into a wolf. This is definitely not good. He surely is even faster
as a wolf. If he catches me, my destiny is certain death.

I stumble on a
rock, silly me and fall on the ground. That’s the last thing anyone wants to
happen when they are being chased and yes, it had to happen to me. He is standing
over me, growling, my body between his legs. His face is almost touching mine,
his sharp teeth looming over my flesh.

He is really
furious. His eyes are darker than before. He growls and growls and I start
crying.

“Ungrateful
bitch…You were mocking me?” he finally shouts.

I can’t control
my sobs.

“ANSWER ME!”

“Yes…Please, let
me go…I beg you…What do I have to do to make you release me?” I say between my
sobs.

He growls again
mad. I swear he wants to taste me, to devour me. I close my eyes to accept his
lethal bite. What I do feel though, is a weight over me. He has become a man
again. Before I have a chance to know what is going on, he grasps my hands and
lifts them over my head, keeping them in place with one hand. With his other
hand, he opens my legs and takes off my panties and shoes, withstanding my
desperate struggle to free myself from him. I scream at the top of my voice
aimlessly, since no one is here to help me.

He positions
himself between my legs and covers my mouth firmly with his hand. Immediately
he thrusts in me fiercely. I cry against his hand. His eyes look at me with
rage while he is moving inside me intensely. It feels nothing like it did last
morning. This is excruciatingly aching.

As he gets close
to his climax, his look changes. His eyes are no longer angry. They are filled
with lust and they never leave mine.

I feel so
humiliated, so powerless. He removes his hand from my mouth only when he has
come inside me.

“You promised me
something. Was that a lie?” he asks breathless, still inside me.

“I didn’t know
what you wanted to do to me,” I explain.

“To help you
find what you are looking for. Why do you resist so much? Why can’t you trust
me?”

I snort even
though my body aches agonizingly. My back has been further scratched from the
rough ground beneath me, my butt hurts from the spanking, but above all what
hurts the most is my lost dignity. He knew exactly what to tell me in order to
lure me to follow him yesterday. And he insists on weaving his spider web to
enthrall me. To turn me into his compliant servant. He’s out of luck though. I
have seen his true colors and I won’t fall for his tricks anymore.

“Trust you? How
can I trust you if you are so cruel to me?”

“I can be tender
if that is what you want.”

He lowers my
dress to reveal my breasts, caressing them softly while kissing my lips, my
tears from my cheeks, my neck. He awakens with his touch sensations that I
never knew existed in me. My former resolution to contradict him blurs under
his sweet affection.

Calista,
focus. Don’t fall for his trap. Calista…

Having lost
every last power in me to think, I can only feel. And like yesterday, what I
feel is overwhelming. I close my eyes, feasting on his kisses, on the sensation
of his hands tracing my body making me elevate my waist voluntarily so that he
can press me to his chest and delve into the source of my desire deeper.

I tilt my head
back touching the ground and I close my eyes. I no longer care about how much
my body hurts. What makes me suffer is the need I feel in me. The need that
only he can satisfy. I raise my hips to meet him savagely. He responds by
moving in me just as fierce as I want him to, but he goes on being tender with
the rest of my body, driving me insane.

Who am I? I
can’t even remember who I am. All the moments of my eighteen year old life have
vanished. There is only this forest. Him and me.

I start
trembling and my heart throbs, perhaps meeting its true purpose for the very
first time. He releases his embrace and grasps the back of my neck compelling
my lips to touch his. Every violent thrust of his is like eating a piece of
delicious chocolate.

“Yes…” I moan in
his mouth.

He looks at me
with an obscure gaze.

“Your eyes are
green like the leaves on the trees and your hair as brown as the ground. You
fit in so flawlessly. Don’t you want to know who you really are?” he breathes
on my lips. “I am the only one who can unveil the truth.”

I look at him
ready to cry again. Not out of pain. Not out of need. But because his words rub
that part of my soul that suffers, that wants to be explored like a virgin land
that has remained intact for centuries and craves to be occupied, appreciated
and transformed.

He doesn’t let
go of my neck or my hands pointing out his power over me. His total possession
of my body, heart and soul. We both can no longer contain ourselves and
trembling, we come to an engrossing peak of our union.

“Is this what
you want?” he asks worn out.

I look at him in
amazement. I am so taken aback by the response of my body to his dominance that
I can hardly keep my eyes open, let alone understand what he is talking about.

“To go?” he
clarifies.

I open my mouth
to say something, but I am at a loss.

“Because your
body just betrayed your genuine yearning.”

Yes, it did.
Even
I
didn’t know what it craved. Somehow,
he
knew.

He lets my hands
and my neck and pulls out of me slowly but he doesn’t get up. With his body
bearing down on me, he finally says the words I have been longing to hear.

“You are free to
do whatever you want. Go. If you walk straight ahead, in the end you will find
your way. I can’t keep you if you don’t want to. I presumed you were different
from the rest of the girls.”

I am free. And
there is a way back home after all. Why don’t I feel relieved? Why do I feel
like I am sinking in the abyss?

He stands over
me totally naked and I try to cover my nudity with my dress. He turns into a
wolf and heads to the direction of the lake.

I sit up,
dusting my hair from the dirt. It’s the dumbest thing anyone can do after they
have been raped, but I really don’t know how to act. Do I tell him goodbye,
thank you very much for the pleasure? Or I remain silent and go back to my
house without looking back ever again?

He doesn’t let
me linger much on my thoughts.

“If you decide
to come back to me, you must know that I promise you will find what you are
looking for,” he says. “But you will have to follow my rules and never disobey
me again. You still have a lot to learn. I just want to be clear. And I will
not be as lenient with you as I have already been. You abused my kindness and
that has its repercussions. It’s your choice. Before you make up your mind
though, think of this. Do you assume that any of these men, who were candidates
to marry you, can guide you to discover what you seek for? If what you desire is
diamonds and feeling like a precious queen, then go. Don’t ever come back.”

That is…just
great. He leaves me alone and more confused than ever.

I remain like
that, on the ground, hugging my knees. I can’t get him out of my mind and what
he did to me in these two days. It seems like all my life until the moment I
met him was a smudge. Insignificant moments that all led to these two days.

Yet, I have
never felt more lost and helpless. I close my eyes, allowing my tears to course
down my cheeks freely.

What do I do? I
know what he expects now. If I go back, I can’t leave again. It will be my
choice. Then again, my parents must be out of their minds, assuming I am lost
or even dead. Perhaps I should return home, where I belong and stop being self-centered.
I had my share of fun. But I have to go back to reality. Commit myself to one
of my handsome admirers, get married and have a bunch of children.

Yes, Calista.
This is what you should do.

I get up and put
on my shoes. My panties lie a little further, fortunately still moderately
clean. Holding them in my hand, I stare towards the direction that leads to my
house uncertain as I could ever be. If I opt for this route then I had better
do it wearing underwear. I take a step to the path that will lead me to my
freedom. Then another and another. Three steps further from him. Three steps
away from ever knowing if he possessed the answers to my questions.

Another step. And I stop. I can always go back to my house and to my
predictable life. But I won’t be able to come back to him. What if this is
something I will always regret for the rest of my life? Will I be able to go
on, knowing I turned my back to what I long for with all my heart just because
I was scared to face it? And why does it feel like this precise moment the path
to my home seems more like an imprisonment? I close my eyes trying to hear what
I want. Not what my parents desire, not what society expects I should do, not
even what Conor anticipates. I open my eyes and drop my panties on the ground
with sheer resolution.

When I enter the
hut, he looks at me astonished. It’s clear he didn’t expect to see me again. He
is sitting on a chair by the table wearing only a pair of pants and preparing
lunch. I take my shoes off and place them beside the door. Slowly and without
losing eye contact I move towards him. I stand in front of him certain that my
heart beats so loud that he can hear it. His eyes are inquiring, examining my
intentions.

I kneel before
him as he instructed me to, with my legs open, my hands on my thighs and I bow
my head. There is a sweet pain in my chest. The pain of surrendering my will to
him. At the same time, I feel my lower belly tighten and I am deliciously wet.
For some reason, I take pleasure in this position, below him.

For a few
minutes he doesn’t react at all. I don’t know what he is feeling. He could be
angry with me for leaving. What if he wants to punish me? He said he wouldn’t
be lenient as before, which only means he will be harder with me. If what he
has already done to me wasn’t rough.

“Undress,” he
finally commands me.

I lift my head
to look at him in order to confirm his wish.

“Did I give you
permission to look at me?” he asks harshly.

My eyes are open
wide in terror. I blink swiftly twice and drop my head.

“I gave you an
order. I don’t want you to linger when I tell you to do something.”

I take my dress
off without looking at him, remaining totally nude.

And then, I just
wait. He doesn’t get up or talk to me. He continues preparing the food.

After a
significant amount of time, he stands up. I really wish he would order me to
get up. My knees and feet are killing me. His fingers lift my chin up.