Page 6 of Keeping Her Close

Before I can even give him a response, he has dropped to his knees in front of me. Dropping my weight along with him. The pain in my wrists causes me to cry out and slump back against the wall again. The burn is almost unbearable and the ropes start to cut through the skin. But before I can even register anything other than the pain, he grabs both of my thighs and damn near throws my legs over his shoulders to hold me up and open for him. The need to cover myself becomes too strong. I start to struggle, trying to get off his shoulders and get his face out of my most sensitive parts.

He growls in response and grips my hips tighter to hold me still. “Now now, little pup. You are going to sit still and behave while I look at this pretty pussy and admire how much she is begging for me to touch her.”

“You don’t deserve to touch me.” I spit out, continuing to try and wriggle out of his hold.

“Oh, pup. Your mind might not want me to touch you but this beautiful pussy is just dripping with need,” he says as he leans forward, and as if to prove a point he runs the flat of his tongue from cunt to clit just once. His tongue circles my needy little nub twice, before latching onto it with his teeth and nibbling it lightly.

“Oh my fucking God,” I moan, throwing my head back into the shower tiles. My whole body shaking in anticipation for what is to come. He is right though. My mind may not want this but my wolf is panting and needy and my body is betraying me at every turn.

He sits back just enough to look up at me while he reaches back and slaps my ass as hard as he can. The suddenness and pain it brings causes me to jump and yelp. Trying to pull away from him again only warrants another growl and a death glare. I stop in my tracks and stare down into his eyes.

“Oh, pup, God isn't here for you. He cannot and will not save you or give you what you so desperately need. But I am here. And you will not call anyone's name but my own while I am between these thick thighs.”

What the fuck did he just say to me?

Stunned beyond belief, and trying to wrap my head around what he just said, I ask, “If I cannot call out to God then who am I to call out to?”

Trying to act brave isn't working as well as I want it to. My resolve is quickly weakening with the need to watch this man eat me like I am his last meal and come all over his mouth and beard. And he can sense it too.

He just smirks at me when he says, “You, my little pup, can call by one of three things while I am giving you the pleasure you need.”

“And what…what are those three things?” I ask sheepishly. I can feel heat flushing my neck and face. This is all so new for me and way out of my comfort zone.

“You can call me by name, Daddy, or Master,” he says seriously. Not a glimpse of humor in his eyes.

“Then what is your name? Because I will not be calling anyone Daddy or Master,” I scoff. I cannot believe he thinks that anyone is willing to do that.

Like what the actual fuck.

“You don't get to know my name yet, little pup. That knowledge is a privilege that you have yet to earn.”

With that, he quickly plunges two fingers deep into my pussy causing me to jump again. His other hand comes up from my ass to hold my lower stomach while he curls his two fingers just enough to hit my sweet spot, causing me to shudder and moan. Continuing his achingly slow assault on my pussy, he leans in again and laps at my swollen, needy clit, just once. Teasing me further as I come undone on his hands and tongue.

I wish I could just grab him by his long hair and shove his face into me until he can’t breathe but all I can do is grind my hips forward trying to reach those full lips. Then he surprises me again by continuing to massage the inside of my pussy and latching on my clit with such force that I yell out again. My body starts to spasm and I clench around his fingers as I am about to finally come.

“Holy fucking shit. Yes right there. Please, God, don't stop”

Before I can even correct myself, I feel him growl against my pussy before sitting back and pulling his fingers out of me, causing me to whimper and try to pull him back into me with my legs. But he's too strong and can withstand my attempts to put him back where I need him to be.

“What did I tell you, pup? You will not,” he pauses to lick his fingers clean, “call out to any god while I am the one between those thick thighs of yours. And as punishment for your slip up, you will not be permitted to come on my hands or tongue.”

He pulls my legs from his shoulders, setting me back on the floor, a little more gently this time. Then he stands up and straightens his clothes and adjusts his massive bulge. All the while, he stares deep into my eyes waiting for my reaction.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me?” I angrily bark. “You are seriously just going to leave me like this?”

He folds his hands behind his back and continues to watch me.

“You fucking followed me in here. Attacked me. Tied me up and hung me here like some prized pig. Then you get on your knees to please me only to stop short and not allow me any release?”

“Oh, my little pup. Do you think that I came in here to just please you? While I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my days on my knees before you, like the goddess you are, I am here for business. I took a job and you are that job. Just so happens that your pretty pussy distracted me from what needs to be done.”

With that, he bends down and pulls his knife free. Once again, he gets impossibly close to me, grabbing my chin with his empty hand, he pulls my face to the side exposing my throat to him. When I think that this is the moment he’s going to kill me, he bites my neck. Hard. Hard enough to make me scream and tears start streaming down my face.

Pulling back just enough to see the mark he just left on me, that's when I see them. His teeth. They aren't human teeth anymore and he just fucking marked me. I start to thrash around in anger. Screaming at him.

Fuck that hurt! Not only am I horny and pissed off, I am bleeding all over the damn place now. I cannot believe this man just straight-up marked me, and in such a visible place! Who the fuck does he think he is?

He takes one last look at the mark on my neck then licks the blood clean. Once he is satisfied with his work, he cuts the rope holding me. I fall to the floor in a heap of anger but before I can do anything he turns around to leave.

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