Girl In The Woods (7 page)

“Yes, my Lord,”
I reply drowning a yawn.

I submit to the
lake’s cool water with rapture in this hot day. I choose to obey his wish and I
only wash myself. He is expecting me by the shore, holding a towel, like he did
yesterday.

“I’m happy you
obeyed, my bitch. Remember this though. Even if you haven’t misbehaved, I have
the right to order you to do something you don’t like.”

What does he
mean? His eyes exude a twisted radiance. Oh, no, what does he have on his mind?

“I want you to
know that what I am going to do to you now is not to punish you. It’s just for
my pleasure. Will you obey?”

How can I obey
if I don’t know what he wants to do to me?

“No, no. Don’t
think about it,” he interrupts my thoughts, “Just answer.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

He smiles
wickedly.

“Who would have
thought that you would be a good bitch after all? Come.”

He leads me
under a tree by the lake and he asks me to raise my hands over my head. His
order reminds me of last morning when he raped me. Could this be what he wants
again? I feel wet between my legs at the thought of his body close to mine.

My wishful
thinking is in vain as he takes out of his pants’ pocket a rope and binds my
hands on a branch above me. I’m totally naked and hanging from a tree like a
piece of merchandise to be sold.

“I will go swim.
Will you be a good bitch for me?”

I lower my gaze
and nod.

“You really
amaze me,” he adds and takes off his clothes.

He doesn’t rush
while swimming. My shoulders and my neck feel slightly sore when he comes out.

Fortunately,
after he dries himself with the towel, he walks towards me. If I wasn’t afraid
of being punished I would break the ‘don’t talk rule’ and I would beg him to
untie me. I feel uncomfortable.

“Yesterday, you
proved to me that you can be obedient and that you can be as low as an animal.
Today, I will teach you how to surrender completely.”

Surrender?
Haven’t I surrendered already? I go on looking down, but as my eyes meet his –
enlarged now – manhood I blush.

“See?” he says,
“You still haven’t surrendered. If you had, you wouldn’t be shy of my
nakedness.”

He comes closer
and whispers on my lips.

“I am not going
to hurt you, I promise you.” He words induce a delectable knot on the lower
part of my belly. “But you are about to experience something really intense and
in order to enjoy it fully you have to relax and let me have complete control
over your body. Can you do this?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Just the reply
I was expecting.”

His lips softly
brush mine, taking my breath away. I am left with an unsatisfied desire when he
removes his lips, moving to my neck. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine so
much.

As he proceeds
to my breasts, he kneads them with his palms and licks my nipples. I moan.

“Do you like
this, my bitch?”

“Mmmm…yes…”

“Yes, what?” he
says, denying me at that moment his sweet torture until I offer him the proper
answer to his question.

“Yes, my Lord.”

He traces small
kisses down my stomach and my belly. My sex pulsates from unruly need.

Just when I am
sure he will kiss the most private part of my body, he stops.

“Hmmm…I think it
will be better for you if we add one more thing,” he says and runs to the hut.

I shiver at the
thought of what he will do to me. Why did he go?

Conor, please
don’t torment me.

He comes back
quickly holding a woman’s delicate black scarf and he covers my eyes with it.
Its fabric feels really smooth, like it’s made out of silk.

“I don’t want
anything to distract you. Focus on what you sense.”

And then, I feel
it and I jerk my legs clumsily. His lips are on the sensitive skin of my sex.
Something warm and wet forces my folds open. It must be his tongue. It moves
slowly over my clit. At least that is how the author of the novel I had read,
called it. From the sensation, I understand she was referring to this spot. I
bite my lip in a weak effort to control myself from the impact he has on me.

Obviously, he
senses my tension and grabs with both hands my buttocks steadying me and making
me bound to his rhythm. I want him to go faster. I need release.

But no. He
tortures me, licking me slowly. He doesn’t leave any part undiscovered. It’s as
if he wants to copy a map of the area using his tongue. I feel like fainting.
Blood is rushing through my head and my ears burn. I can hardly breathe.

Come on,
Conor, faster. Please, faster.

My thoughts
escape my mind and transform into words:

“Please, my
Lord,” I mutter between heavy breaths. Being tied and blindfolded, driven to
this path of pure pleasure is beyond anything I have ever experienced.

With my plea, he
shoves his fingers in the flesh of my buttocks and I know it’s a form of
reprehension.

His grasp on my ass and his tongue on my burning flesh lead me to
intense, relieving spasms that make my whole body shake.

When I have
landed on earth again, he takes the scarf away from my eyes and unties me. Like
a lifeless doll, I fall weak in his arms.

“It’s okay. Can
you walk?” he asks.

“Yes, my Lord,”
I say spiritlessly.

He chuckles.

“I don’t think
you can.” And he picks me up in his arms. I lay my head on his shoulder. What
is this man doing to me? I have completely lost myself in him.

He gently lays
me on his bed and lights the fire. I doze off until he returns.

“No. You can’t
sleep. Not yet,” he says.

“Mmmm…”I
protest.

He kisses me and
opens my legs, inserting his finger inside me.

“You are so
ready for me. It would be a pity not to take advantage of this,” I hear him
close to my ear. I’m still unable to open my eyes. A cloud of sweet fatigue
surrounds me.

He thrusts in me
violently, filling me. Of course he did it on purpose. To wake me up. He takes
me like an animal that he is, waking up recently satiated sensations. We are
entangled tightly like one body, moving in harmony. His hands on my body are
rough and tender at the same time, caressing, squeezing and worshipping every
part of my flesh.

To my great
disappointment, he pulls out of me. He smiles, seeing my disillusioned
expression.

“Don’t worry. We
are not over. This was only in order to revive you.”

He lies beside
me on his back.

“I want you to
be on top.”

“Me?”

I really don’t
know what I am supposed to do if I am on top of him. All the times we had sex,
he had the control.

“Don’t worry. Do
as I say. I will guide you.”

Shyly, I climb
over him and stand with open legs waiting for his instructions.

He reaches for
his penis and I feel the tip of it in the opening of my vagina, stretching me
delightfully.

“Now, sit
slowly,” he orders. I accept his full length willingly as my inner muscles
clasp around him.

“You are so
tight and warm,” he says with lust burning his eyes. His passion for me, urges
me to please him. Instinctively, I raise my hips and then lower them
seductively.

I let out a cry
of satisfaction, tilting my head backwards.

“Yes, bitch,” he
says harshly, “Show me how much you like this. How wet you get by my possession
over you. Right now while my cock is in your sweet pussy, you belong to me. You
are my bitch.”

I have heard the
words ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ before. Our servants’ children use them frequently,
along with other vulgar words of that sort. Of course, I was forbidden by my
parents to use such unsuitable words for a lady like me. The truth is that
whenever I heard these words, I felt disgusted. But coming out of his mouth,
while his wolf eyes want to eat my flesh from desire, they ignite a fire inside
me.

I move faster,
easing him out and pushing him in with intensity until I feel pain. I want him
in the depths of my soul. I want all his glory inside me, filling me, making me
his.

He grabs my
waist to control my rhythm and we climax in agony. We are sweating and still
blazing.

I lie on his
chest, his frantic heartbeat close to me and his penis still throbbing in me.

“Do I have
permission to sleep on your bed, my Lord?”

He strokes my
hair.

“No.”

I look at him,
my eyes two pools of tears.

“You still don’t
deserve it. You will prove your worth tomorrow. If you pass my test, perhaps I
will let you sleep with me.”

I can’t hold a
betraying tear, fleeing my eye.

“Don’t cry. This
is not a punishment. You have done exceptionally well. I am really proud of
you.”

He kisses my
tear.

“The reason I am
doing this is because when I do let you sleep on my bed, you will truly
appreciate it. You will not take it for granted. It will mean a lot more then.
You will see.”

His words soothe
my hurt feelings.

“You are a
beautiful girl, Calista,” he says, surprising me.

“I am Calista
again?” I dare ask, powerless to hide my enthusiasm.

He closes his
eyes for a moment as if he is trying to regain his self – control.

“Go to sleep.
You are allowed to wear a nightgown,” he snaps roughly and I know I just
witnessed a glimpse of another side of him that he masterfully conceals.

A pattern seems
to form in my new everyday life. He wakes me up, turns into a wolf and goes
hunting. When he returns, either in wolf or human form, I kneel respectfully in
front of him for as long as he desires and then I cook. I presumed that after
surrendering to him entirely and obeying his rules strictly, he would let me
eat on the table. But once more I have to eat on the floor.

I wonder what is
the test he was talking about last night. What new way of assessing my
boundaries has he come up with? I no longer feel fear. He has spanked me, raped
me, humiliated me in ways I would have never imagined. But I survived and now I
feel stronger then ever. There is a sweet anticipation of what is to come. If I
pass this test, he will let me sleep on his bed, close to him.

Calista,
don’t mess it up.

Why do I yearn
so much to sleep with him when two days ago I was disgusted by him? Why did my
heart beat faster when I saw him come back from hunting this morning? And I
know I blush a lot. I am self – conscious around him. Careful of how I move,
how I talk, even how I breathe. Not out of fear of being punished. But because
I require his approval in everything I do. Has he bewitched me? Is that also a
power of his, as it is to change shapes?

After a lazy
afternoon, swimming in the lake and then cooking dinner, he orders me to take
off my dress and kneel in front of him naked, while he is sitting on the bed.

“I noticed the
first time we were in the lake that you were rather hesitant to touch my cock.
Why was that, bitch?”

I turn red at
the mention of the word ‘cock’.

“Because I had
never seen a grown man’s penis before, my Lord. And of course, I have never
touched one.”

“Aren’t you
curious to touch it? See how it feels? You have felt it inside of you, but it’s
not the same as holding it in your hands.”

So, this is
today’s test. To touch his most intimate part. I can do that.

He gets up and
takes off his clothes. When he is completely naked he sits again on the bed. As
I am kneeling in front of him, my eyes are at the same height as his ‘cock’. I
really have to get used to this word if I want to stop being scared of it. And,
yes, I admit it. It is intimidating. But when it is inside me, it feels so
heavenly.

It is wrinkled
and small and it looks so different than when he is aroused. I don’t want to
touch it at all.

“You should see
your face,” he says, looking amused.

I gaze at him
unsettled.

“All your
emotions are depicted on it. You are not attracted to my cock, are you?”

I bow my head,
avoiding eye contact with him.

“It’s okay,
bitch,” he states in a solacing way. “Many women don’t feel comfortable with
men’s intimate parts. Do you trust me, bitch?”

Do I? Well, if I
didn’t, I wouldn’t have come back to him.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Good. Then if
you trust me, I want you to take my penis in your hand.”

I reach with my
right hand to touch it, but I spontaneously close my eyes. I open them
immediately, as I don’t want to make him feel bad.