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  The pleasure waves throb higher, and higher, along with the rhythm of the water and his fingers. Until my pussy starts clenching in tight bursts around his finger, flooding my whole body with pleasure waves so good, I cry out. “Oh, Beast. Oh, God.”

  “Right here, baby girl. Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.”

  The waves last for a long time. Beast uses the water jet to keep the pleasure warm.

  Then he lowers me back into the water.

  When I open my eyes, I’m shocked to see that his suede pants are undone.

  He’s holding … his huge … cock in his hand. I’ve heard the boys at school use the word, but I’ve never seen one. It’s gigantic and hard and thick and sort of purple. It looks hot. It looks painful.

  My eyes go wide and I sink lower into the water.

  “I told you not to be afraid of me,” he says gruffly. “Everything I do, you’ll beg me to do.”

  I doubt I’ll beg for anything that has to do with that gargantuan cock he’s holding. He’s rubbing his fist along the thick length of it, and a bead of moisture leaks out the end.

  I can’t stop staring at it. I’ll admit there’s something kind of fascinating about how big and hard it is. How there are drops of milky liquid leaking out. My favorite subject at school is Biology, and, well, here it is. He’s a big hairy male animal who wants to breed. It’s scary, but at the same time, it’s … well, I want to touch it.

  I just came hard. My pussy is still rippling, and the budding, ripening female in me knows that that enormous thing is, on some base level, something I want. He’s an alpha male of our species, obviously. He’s chosen me. So voraciously that he’s stolen me because he wants to keep me all to himself and do things to me with his big, bursting cock that’ll give me more pleasure than I can handle.

  I’ve touched myself at night, when I’m alone. At first I didn’t know why felt the way I did. Why I felt empty and lonely and like my body was awakening with a new kind of fire.

  This is what I was craving. The massive, hot manhood he’s holding in his hand. It’s making me feel needy. Thirsty. My mouth waters a little.

  It’s like he can tell.

  “What do you want, Jasmine? Do you want to feel how hard I am for you?”

  I bite my lip. I do.

  “Do you want me to come all over your perfect creamy breasts? Or in your sweet mouth? Or deep inside that tight little pink virgin pussy?”

  Wow. He’s so dirty.

  I feel shy. And a little bit scared. But also needy, for it. For that big, bursting thing he’s stroking with his fist. “I want to lick it,” I whisper. His green eyes get dark when I say that. I cant tell, even though I’m his captive, that I have a kind of power over Beast that I don’t fully understand. But I’m starting to understand it. He craves me with everything he has, I can see it in the look in his eyes. So I keep going. I want to test my power. “I want you to touch my pussy with it.”

  His expression gets dark and sort of scary. “Stand up,” he says.

  God. I think he’s mad. I stand up and the water drips off my body.

  “Turn around and bend over. Spread your legs.”

  “Beast, are you mad at me?”

  “Do it.”

  He is angry. I don’t know what I said that would make him mad. I only answered his question. I turn around and put my feet apart. I bend over.

  “Arch your back.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  He doesn’t answer, but I feel his huge warm hands on my hips. He’s pulling my ass close to his mouth. He licks my pucker, sticking his tongue right in. I squirm but he’s holding me in place with his strong grip. His tongue licks me everywhere. He pokes his tongue inside my pussy, wiggling it, licking inside me. “Is this where you want my big cock, baby girl? You want me to fuck you?”

  I’m scared to answer him. What if he gets mad again? But his tongue feels so good licking me. He’s making the ripples of my pleasure start to grow again. I want to come again. If his tongue feels this good, I wonder what his cock will feel like, all hard and big and angry-looking. Will it hurt? Or will it make the pleasure much, much bigger? “Yes,” I tell him.

  I do. He stole me. He’s using me. But he’s also giving me more pleasure—and comfort, weirdly—than I’ve ever had. He needs me. He wants me. And it’s a feeling I’m getting hooked on. I like that he wants me this much. No one’s ever wanted me this much. What he’s doing is wrong, but I like it. I like the pleasure. No, I love the pleasure. The danger only makes it that much more intense.

  “Yes, what?” he growls.

  “I want … you. I want your big cock to touch my pussy.”

  I thought that’s what he wanted to hear, but he gets even more aggressive. All of a sudden, he lifts me into his arms. He doesn’t seem to care that I’m getting him wet. He carries me into the bedroom and takes the cord I was tied up with before. He starts looping it around me, binding me. He pushes my knees up and apart. Like, way up. And open. He ties my wrists together and binds them to the bedhead. I can’t move. I’m tied with my knees fully bent and apart. My body is still wet and warm from the bath, my pussy slippery and puffy from his tongue and my pleasure.

  But the way he’s looking at me is scaring me. “Beast. What are you going to do to me?”

  “Exactly what you want me to do. Tell me what you want.”

  I can see that his cock is very, very hard. It’s leaking with creamy liquid. It’s red and hot-looking. He slides his suede pants down and kicks them off. God, he’s so big and hairy.

  He really is a Beast.

  My Beast.

  He walks closer and holds his dripping cock close to my mouth. “Open your mouth.”

  I’m scared, but I’m also wildly curious. I open my mouth and when he moves his cock close enough, I lick him. The creamy liquid tastes funny, but not bad. It tastes like the most intimate thing in the world. Earthy and outrageously male. He eases the head of his cock into my mouth and I start sucking gently on the round end. I lick my tongue across the slit, drinking his seeping liquid.

  Beast groans, almost like it’s painful. But also like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. I like that sound. Of him loving what I’m doing to him. Needing it. I feel connected to Beast by our pleasure.

  He lets me suck him for a while, until his breathing starts getting uneven. Then he pulls away. He roughly squeezes my breasts as he licks and sucks on my nipples. It hurts a little. It makes my nipples red and sore, but it also feels good. His mouth is making my pussy get wet again. I can feel the warm throb starting to pulse.

  He licks a line down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button, which makes me squeal. Then he moves lower. I’m so open to him, the way he’s tied me up. I’m so incredibly vulnerable.

  “Don’t hurt me, Beast. Please.”

  “I’ll make the pleasure bigger than the pain, but there will be pain. Are you ready for me to take you?”

  What if I said no? Would he care? Would he listen?

  I want to find out.

  “No.”

  He glares down at me. His hair is wild. His face is rugged and gorgeous. “I will make you mine, when you’re ready to beg for it.”

  “I’m not going to beg you.”

  “Oh, you’ll beg me. You’ll fucking beg me right now.”

  I don’t answer him. I won’t. Can a girl ever be ready to be taken by a big, hairy mountain man who kidnapped her and tied her up, naked and wet?

  I’m about to find out. Because Beast takes more of that pleasure oil. He rubs my nipples, hard, twirling and pinching and pulling on them until my nipples are hot and sore and sensitive. He takes his time. Then he moves down my body and licks my ass roughly and wetly, pushing his tongue inside me. He takes some of the oil and rubs me, pushing his fingers just inside the puckered cove. It’s almost painful, but not quite. The pleasure is hard and sweet. He starts sucking strongly on my clit
, until I’m starting to come. Almost. Again. It feels so good.

  “Oh, God,” I moan.

  But then, just before the pleasure waves reach their peak, he stops. He slides his tongue inside my pussy, thrusting deep. Torturing me. Taking me to the brink but not quite letting me get there. He’s making me wait.

  After a while, he pulls his tongue out and starts rubbing my clit with his pleasure oil. But he’s still avoiding a rhythm. He still won’t let me come.

  “Beast!” I moan. “I want to come.”

  He reaches into a drawer of the bedside table and pulls out a white … thing. He flicks a switch and it starts humming.

  “What is it?”

  “Pleasure. I’m going to touch you with this. It’s going to feel very, very good.”

  I’m so close to the edge I feel crazy with lust.

  “Do it now.” I’m crying because I’m so desperate for release. Please.”

  “Relax, baby. I’ll give you everything you want.”

  Slowly, he touches the vibrator to my clit and I squeal. My pussy is so wet. The vibrator glides over me smoothly and it feels so good. But he’s playing with me again. He’s still not letting me come. He’s torturing me on purpose.

  “Beast, you’re so mean! Give it to me!”

  “I’m not going to let you come again until it’s my cock giving you pleasure. And once I get my rock-hard cock near that sweet little pussy, baby girl, I won’t be able to stop myself from sliding deep inside you, all the way to the hilt. And then I’m going to pump you full of my hot cum because I’ll have no choice. Is that what you want, Jasmine? You want me to fuck your wet little virgin pussy with my rock-hard cock?”

  If it’s wrong to beg him for this, I don’t care. The only thing I care about is his giant, bursting manhood.

  “I want it now! Please, Beast, give it to me.”

  When he touches his cock to my pussy, I’m so overjoyed I whimper. He slides the wide head of his cock over my clit and I can feel the pleasure rushes almost starting to take hold. But then he moves. His cock pushes between the lips of my pussy, pushing inside me. It hurts—a lot—but the pain is drowning in pleasure. Because his thumb is flicking against my hyper-electric clit. Exactly where I need it to. My body shatters. My pussy clamps tightly around the head of Beast’s big, throbbing cock, over and over, pulling him deeper. He thrusts hard and I scream. The pleasure-pain is excruciating. I’m being torn apart. He’s driving his thick cock into my tight body, forcing me open with his slick thickness. I’m crying. Beast takes my mouth with his, pushing his tongue into me as he fucks me. I moan when his cock rubs against a pleasure spot deep inside me. Harder. And harder. I suck on his tongue as I come again. My clenching pussy milks his giant cock until it bucks inside me and I can feel the hot flood of his pumping cum. Filling me. Spilling to wet my thighs and my ass. He groans like a bear as he comes and comes.

  We lay like that for a while. I’m still sucking on his tongue. The last throbs of his cock are pulsing into me as my pussy ripples tightly around him.

  He breaks the feasting of our mouths and stares into my eyes, his hair framing his face like a lion’s mane.

  “I’m keeping you, baby girl. You’re mine. There’s no way in hell I’m ever letting you go.”

  I’ll never be the same. He’s taken something from me. And he’s given me something more. It’s not a conventional love story. It started with forbidden lust and forced pleasure. It’s forging into something more, right here, in the glow of his forest-green eyes.

  “I don’t want you to let me go,” I whisper. “Not ever.”

  Beast pulls out of me. He rubs some of the cum that’s spilling out of me onto my thighs and my stomach and breasts. There’s blood there, too. My virgin blood.

  He licks some. “Mine,” he growls.

  It’s a strange thing. I don’t mind. I want him to. I do feel like I’m his.

  He unties me and carries me downstairs. It’s the nicest house I’ve ever been in. It has a whole wall of windows at the front looking out over the view. There’s a large open plan kitchen and living room, with big leather couches and lots of wood. It’s rustic but expensive-looking. There’s a fancy-looking wood burner that’s raging.

  “So that’s why it’s so warm in here,” I say.

  “I want you warm. I saw the house you lived in and the clothes you wore. I knew you needed me. You’ll never be cold again.”

  That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

  Beast sets me on the kitchen counter so I can watch him cook. He makes bacon and eggs and pancakes. While he’s cooking he comes over to suck on my nipples or to lick my pussy. He kisses my lips.

  Everything is so fast and so intimate. I can taste him, and myself, when he kisses me and pushes his tongue into my mouth. It’s like he wants to imprint himself into me. Even more, he has imprinted himself into me, with his force and his cum and his possessiveness.

  He pours me some orange juice and adds some fruit from the fridge to our plates. He puts our food on the table. Then he carries me and positions me on his lap so I’m straddling him. We’re naked and his cock is already hard again. Very hard. My pussy is still wet from all the cum he spilled inside me, which he uses to moisten his cock as he starts pushing himself inside me again.

  “Beast, it hurts,” I whine.

  I’m sore, but he’s rubbing my clit with his fingers until my body begins to soften and receive him. Slowly, he forces himself deeper, and deeper, until I’m fulling impaled, straddling him on his lap.

  He starts feeding me. I’m starving.

  While he’s feeding me, he fucks me slowly. By the time I’ve eaten all the food, I’ve come twice and he’s spilled himself inside me again.

  This goes on all day. He feeds me. He washes me and makes me come. He offers his cock to my mouth and I drink his seed in milky mouthfuls. He ties me up in positions where I have no choice but to receive his huge cock. He uses vibrators and leather whips and his magic oil. But he always makes me beg for it.

  The astounding pleasure is changing me, orgasm by orgasm, like my endorphin rush never ends. Weirdly, despite everything, I feel happy.

  He spills himself inside me a lot. It’s like he’s addicted to me. To the taste of me and the sounds I make when I come.

  He likes to sleep with his cock inside me. We spend all our time naked, connected, kissing, tasting, touching.

  Days turn into a week.

  He asks me questions about my life and I tell him everything. He’s already taken so much, and handled it with a kind of forceful, possessive care. He asks me if I was happy in my old life and I tell him no. Which is true.

  “You’re a good listener,” I tell him. No one has ever listened to me like Beast does. No one has ever made me feel as pretty as he does. And as sexy. He tells me how beautiful I am at least fifty times a day. How good I taste. How good I feel.

  “Does it bother you that they’ll be worried about you?” he asks. “Even if they neglected you your whole life?” It’s kind of touching that he would ask me that. He stole me and now he’s wondering how I feel about it.

  “Yes.”

  “If you wrote a letter telling them you ran away to California and that you’re fine, I could send it for you.”

  “You could?”

  “Yes.”

  “From where?”

  “From somewhere far away from here.”

  “Can I come?”

  “No.”

  I decide it’s worth it. Partly because I don’t want my parents and the police to worry about me—if they even are—and partly because I don’t want them looking for me. I don’t want to go back to my parent’s house.

  I want to stay with Beast.

  He handcuffs me to a long chain that’s cuffed to the iron bed. I can reach the bathroom, take a shower, and he leaves me three days’ worth of food and water, even though he says he won’t be gone that long.

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sp; While he’s gone, I miss him terribly.

  I open the bedside table drawer. I miss Beast and I miss coming. I need some relief.

  Inside the drawer is a small silver key.

  It’s the key to my handcuffs.

  Did he leave it there on purpose? Or by mistake?

  I pick it up. I unlock the cuff.

  I get up out of bed and I walk through the house. It’s so quiet. The fire in the wood burner has gone out but there’s a vented heating system as well. He keeps the house very warm for me.

  I go to the front door and unlock it. I open it. And I step outside.

  I’m naked. There’s a lot of snow on the ground.

  It’s so cold.

  I’m lonely.

  I don’t want run. I want him to come home.

  What am I supposed to do, trek through snowy mountains with no clothes on? As I’m going back inside, I notice there’s a closet near the front door. It might have coats in it. Instead of opening the closet, I walk right past it. I go back up the stairs and decide to experiment with the vibrator. I want to be warm again. I want to be in his bed when he gets home. I even use some of Beast’s special oil. But none of it feels as good without him.

  I want him back.

  I’m wet for him but he’s not here.

  When I hear the sound of his truck pulling up outside, I never knew I could be so relieved as this. I run downstairs and jump into his arms.

  He smells of fresh air. “Don’t leave me again,” I tell him. He ravages me, like he’s a wolf that’s been starved of its meat for weeks on end. It takes a whole day before his frenzy starts to calm.

  Once it does, I ask him. “Did you mean to leave the key?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “To see if you’d run.”

  “I don’t have any clothes, Beast.”

  “There are some in the closet. Along with boots, jackets, gloves, hats. There’s even a key to the snowmobile in the pocket of one of the jackets.”