Bought for Christmas (8 page)

“You,
sweet kitten, ask too many questions, but I do you a deal. Every time you ask
me something else, you owe me an orgasm. How does that sound?”

 
He pushed her breasts together so that he
could
lave
both her nipples at the same time, and
Emilia tightened her thigh muscles to rub herself against his heavy erection.

“Oh
no, you don’t. Up you come. We’re doing this on my terms.”

Guiding
her by her bound wrists he took her over to the long dividing counter and
pushed her down with a hand on the small of her back, while he lifted her feet
off the floor and pulled her ass back into his groin.

“Hmm,
yes perfect. Put your feet in those.”

Completely
helpless and at his mercy, Emilia had no choice but do as she was told, and a
shiver went through her when he yanked her jeans down to mid-thigh and then
guided her feet into some form of foothold.
 
Soft leather went round her ankles, and she found herself slip deeper
into her submissive headspace as her movements were restricted.

Hunter
slapped her ass lightly, and she groaned as heat flared anew and moisture
seeped from her pussy.

“Beautiful.
Your ass is lovely and red, and you can’t move. Now, shall we start our little
game? What did you want to ask me, kitten?”

Did
she want to? Emilia struggled to get her brain to work, especially when he
swatted her ass again and then moved away.

“Now
don’t you go
anywhere.
” His laugh could only be
described as pure evil. “I’ll need to get a little something from my toy box.
I’ll be back before you can miss me.”

Oh,
God, what now?

True
to his word Hunter was back before she managed to draw more than three
shuddering breaths into her lungs. He reached across her to plug something into
the electrical socket, and every muscle in her body tensed when she heard the
loud vibrations kick on.

Hunter
ran the thick head of the Hitachi slowly down her spine, avoiding her bound
wrists, and Emilia jumped as far as her restraints would allow when he guided
the vibrator across her stinging ass cheeks.

“I
believe you were going to ask me a question, kitten? What was it again?”

He
trailed the torture object lower, and lower still holding it just over her
labia, and Emilia groaned. Already the wicked vibrations travelled through her
and made her pussy clench in desperate need.

“Nothing, not a thing.
I don’t want to
know anything if you’re going to use that thing on me ... oh God,
noooooo
.”

Hunter
laughed and held the head right over her clit.

“Wrong answer, kitten.
For that I
demand three orgasms from you, right now.”

Emilia
wailed and bucked, but it was useless. There was no hiding from the relentless
vibrations that pushed her headlong into an orgasm so forceful she saw stars.

Hunter
gave her no respite. It was only after she came the third time, that he took
the toy away and helped her to ride out the aftershocks with his rough tongue
gently bringing her back down to earth, as he licked her clean. The
appreciative murmurs he made as he lapped at her pussy, while his claws dug
into her hips, made her giggle. A swat to her ass was her reward, and she
groaned long and hard when he dug his oh so talented tongue into her pussy hole
and then licked a path up to her anus. He repeated the action time and time
again, while spreading her ass cheeks, and when the warmth of his tongue
finally breached that dark hole, Emilia was so aroused again that her juices
covered the tops of her thighs.

She
tried to push her ass higher to give him better access, and Hunter chuckled,
delivered a stinging swat to her butt, and stepped away.

Out
of the corner of her eyes she could see him step up the kitchen sink and wash
his hands, and rinse his mouth out. Heat climbed into her cheeks at the thought
of where that mouth had just been, and then he stood in front of her, and held
up a glass with a straw for her.

“Hydrate, kitten.
I’m not done
with you yet.” His tone of voice brooked no argument, and Emilia dutifully
sucked on the straw until the glass was empty. Hunter smiled at her, and warmth
suffused her at his approval.

“Good
girl, now you were asking me a question I believe?” He rubbed his thumb over
her bottom lip and leant over her to check her wrists.

“You’re
still good there, kitten? Wriggle your fingers for me. Good girl, color?”

“Green,
Sir.”

“So, your question.”
He perched his
butt on the counter right next to her head while keeping one hand on the small
of her back. The heavy weight grounded her, and this close to him his spicy
musk invaded her senses. He’d undone another button on his jeans, and the thick
mushroom tip of his erect cock glistened in pre-cum. He adjusted himself
slightly, and Emilia’s cunt clenched in need. She wanted him inside of her,
claiming her and making her his.

“Only one, Sir.
Will you please
fuck me? Make me yours.”

****

Hunter
froze mid cock adjustment hearing her breathy question, and his bear roared in
triumph. She couldn’t mean that the way it sounded, and besides they hadn’t had
that particular discussion yet, but his beast took no notice. His incisors ran
out in readiness, and Emilia’s eyes widened when she noticed. Not in fear, but
arousal. He could smell the renewed wetness between her legs, and his balls
drew tight. Groaning he freed his cock, and used the lubrication of his pre-cum
to fist
himself
slowly. It was torture and ecstasy all
rolled into one when Emilia licked her lips.

“Please,
Sir. I need your cock.”

The
whispered words proved his undoing, and he jumped over the counter, yanked his
trousers off and drove into her pussy without further warning. Hunter groaned
as her wet heat surrounded him like a tight fist, and Emilia hissed and arched
up as far as she could.

“
Yesss
, God…” The rest of her exclamation was lost as he
anchored his fists in her hair, and pulling all the way out slammed back into
her again. Her hips banged into the counter, and Emilia whimpered, but the
rhythmic clenches of her vaginal muscles told him how close she was once again.
The knowledge she was with him every step of the way, threatened to send him
over the edge, too. His claws ran out, and he stilled inside of her, trying to
catch his breath, before he gave into the instinct to sink his teeth into the
pale shoulder in front of him.

Emilia
moaned and wriggled her ass, and he bent forward until she was utterly
flattened underneath him.

“Do.
Not.
Move.”
His dick pulsed inside of her tight sheath
in tune to every grunted word, and a high pitched whine escaped Emilia.

“Please
… I need to … please.”

“No, for the love of God, no.”
His bear’s
growl came through as he forced the words out, and Emilia froze when he licked
her pulse point, and allowed his teeth to graze her skin. Not enough to leave a
permanent mark, just enough to take in her scent, the very essence of her, and
to calm his agitated bear. When he claimed her as his mate, he wanted it to be
with her in full knowledge of the facts.

“Sir?”
The whispered
question made him pull out, and Emilia gasped when he ran the thick tip of his
dick up to her clit, back through her slit and all the way up to her nether
hole. He repeated that motion time and time again, until Emilia panted and
pleaded in little incoherent sounds that meant he had to finish this or spurt
his cum all over her back. As tempting as the thought of marking her like that
was he wanted, needed
,
to be inside her. Releasing his
hold on her hair he ran his clawed hand along the curve of her spine, leaving a
red trail behind, and then swatted her ass several times, and pulled back to
survey her. Her arousal coated the inside of her thighs and his. Her engorged
clit stood proudly out of its hood, and her dewy pink lips were swollen, her pussy
hole clenching in desperate need to be filled.

“So
fucking eager for my cock, aren’t you, kitten? Beg me for it again. Tell me how
much you want me in here.” Aligning himself with her hole he thrust in deep,
until his balls hit her clit, and Emilia grunted and thrashed her head back and
forth. He pulled back out and ran his cock, slick with her juices up to her
dark hole, and pushed in slightly.

“Or
do you want me here? Tell me.”

Emilia
pushed back against him, and the tip of his dick breached the tight ring of
muscle.

“Yes,
God, yes, anywhere, please…”

Hunter
pushed in more, his intention to go slow, but seeing his slick cock disappear
into her ass proved too much for his self-control. With a roar to shake the
foundations of the cabin he thrust into the tight depths, past the resistance
that woke up every one his nerve endings. Sweat dripping into his eyes, he
started an uncoordinated push in and retreat rhythm, that had Emilia scream his
name, and made him thrust harder.

“I’m
fucking you, babe, right in your ass, right … fuck.”

Hunter
lost the ability to form sentences when Emilia’s orgasm meant she clenched
around his dick, and he shot his seed deep into the clasp of her butt. When his
cock at last stopped twitching, he pulled out slowly, and Emilia moaned. Face
flushed, eyes closed, with strands of her hair sticking to her sweaty skin, she
looked as spent as he felt.

On
shaky legs Hunter made his way round the counter to grab some kitchen towel,
and clean
himself
up.

Emilia
groaned softly when he proceeded to tidy her up, too, and carefully release her
from her bonds. Not that she moved. She just lay there, sprawled over the top,
and had it not been for her still erratic breaths, Hunter would have thought
she’d fallen asleep. He massaged her arms to get her circulation going after
she had been in the same position for this long, and at long last Emilia moved.

Hunter
tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled when she struggled to focus on him,
gave up, and shut her eyes again.

“Are
you okay there,
kitten
? Back with me?” he asked and
chuckled when she snorted like a piglet. It was the cutest sound that made him
want
to wrap her up and hold her forever.

“No,
I’m dead. You killed me.”

Even
as she said that, an impish smile lit up her face, and this time when she
opened her eyes, they were clear. It was the laughter mixed in with open
affection that made his chest feel tight, however, and once again made
breathing difficult, never mind talking.

None
of the few subs he’d indulged with over the years had ever affected him like
she did. Then again none had been his mate, so this overwhelming need to take
care of her shouldn’t really come as a surprise to him. He could almost see his
bear rolling his eyes at him, and Hunter smirked.

“It’s
not funny,” Emilia said, shaking him out of his internal argument with his
beast. “I’m not at all sure I’ll ever be able to walk again.”

“Now
that would be a shame. I was going to take you sledging, being that it snowed.”

“Sledging?
Really?”
Excitement poured off her, and both man and
bear shook their head in unison. Right now she looked more the excited kid in
ponytails who couldn’t wait for the snow than the woman whom mere moments ago he’d
so thoroughly fucked that his legs still shook.

“But where?
We’re in the
middle of the forest, and talking of which. Why, when you’re surrounded by
trees, do you not have a Christmas tree up?
 
It’s Christmas Eve!”

Emilia
struggled to get up, and he helped her pull her jeans and panties back up, and set
her on the counter. The fact that she didn’t bother to cover up her boobs made
him grin. She looked utterly edible sitting there, with her long hair falling
over her tits, and her nipples playing peekaboo around the silky curtain.

Despite
his earlier, spectacular release his cock signaled his renewed interest, and
the little minx rolled her eyes.

“And
don’t think you can get out of answering that question by distracting me with
sex. You promised me sledging, not sex.”

Hunter
tapped her nose and smiled.

“How about sex while sledging?
Would that be acceptable?”

Emilia
threw her top at him in answer, and he burst out laughing at her outraged
expression.

“In this cold?
You’ve got to
be kidding me? I’m human remember, and I don’t fancy freezing my bits off out
there.”

Hunter
sobered at that reminder, and she, too, bit her lip and went quiet.

“I
was only pulling your leg, kitten. Go and have a soak in the bath, while I jump
in the shower and then get things ready. It’s a bit of a trek, but there is the
perfect sledging hill not far from here. I’ll pack us a picnic, and yes, I’ll
answer all your questions on the way.”