Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 3) (6 page)

“Keep still,” he growled, and hit her in a particularly sore spot. She couldn’t stand it. Her flesh screamed out and she let out a sob. The Wolf was undeterred, he gave her three more blows, identical in force and precision to the last one. Isabel’s eyes teared up and she gave into her urge to cry. Her ass was aflame, a single burning, throbbing spot. Her only thought was that she had to keep still and not move her hips from side to side, in case it excited Peter’s wrath even more.

He stopped, when she was almost at breaking point. He pulled the gag out of her mouth. It was wet with her saliva, and her tongue felt thick and woolly. She worked her jaw, glad to be able to close her mouth again.

“Have you learned your lesson, Isabel?”

“Yes,” she lisped. She wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Such a stubborn one,” he crooned, and he blew on her ass. She wriggled; it was deliciously soothing to her sizzling flesh. Peter covered both sides of it with his cool breath. He spread her cheeks with his hands and blew all the way down, from her small hole, to her pussy. “And such a wet little pussy.” She sighed; the mere thought of him being inside her was making her muscles twitch and her clit throb out of control. Just then, there was the sound of another vehicle approaching. Peter pulled her off the bike and down to the earth again. The sound seemed to be fading away instead of coming closer, and Isabel started to stand up again, desperate for Peter to fuck her. “Stay down!” he hissed. He placed one hand on the back of her neck, and, with the other, he unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his cock. It was huge and rock hard. Isabel stared, surprised afresh at the size of it. Gently, yet firmly, he pulled on the back of her neck, drawing her closer. She lost her balance and tumbled forward, only catching herself at the last moment by clutching his thighs. Even through the thick leather, she felt the tautness of his muscles. His cock was now an inch from her lips, his intentions in no doubt. She opened her mouth and the tip slid in. She flicked her tongue over it and he groaned. It tasted kind of nice. She had always hated giving Jason blowjobs. It was a chore, delivered on birthdays, and as a bargaining tool. But this was different. She sucked a little and was rewarded with another groan. The pleasure he was taking from her was so sexy. Cautiously, she opened her mouth further and took more of him in. It was almost more than she could cope with. His hips made a little jerk and immediately, his cock filled her mouth. She coughed and he pulled back, allowing her to recover. She tried again, trying to relax, and let his cock hit the back of her throat. There seemed to be more space this time, but again she choked. He slid out, and back in again, and this time, she didn’t choke. The Wolf held her head, very gently, and thrusted in and out of her mouth. She salivated, lubricating him, and it became easier. She focused on her breathing, surrendering herself to the sensation. It felt so hot and dirty to have her mouth used like this, while she was on her hands and knees, outdoors, with her bare ass exposed to the air. Unthinkingly, she transferred her weight onto her left hand, while she brought her right hand down, between her thighs, and touched her clit. Her body gave a jolt. With an effort, she cast a glance up at Peter, to see if he was angry that she was pleasuring herself. He smirked.

“It’s ok. You can touch yourself,” he said. “But I want you to keep looking me in the eye.” Isabel complied with his order as best she could. Her clit was hot and swollen to her touch; her arm trembled as she kept her balance, and she struggled to keep eye contact with him as he gently fucked her mouth. It was so uncomfortable, so demeaning, and so hot that her arousal spilled over, and she made herself come, in a powerful, shuddering orgasm.

As the final waves of her climax subsided, The Wolf clamped his hand over her eyes and came too, shooting his hot cum down her throat. She pulled back, trying not to insult him by choking.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking her head like a pampered pet, and she found herself feeling grateful for his praise. He pulled her down onto his lap, so her back was against his chest.

“That was incredible, Isabel.” He ran a finger over her lips. How can such a small mouth take so much of me in?” Isabel didn’t know either. An hour earlier, she wouldn’t have thought it was possible. “I don’t blame you for what happened with Jed, but I needed to possess your mouth. I hope you understand that.” She didn’t say anything; it seemed wiser to keep silent. Instead, she took one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked it. Peter stroked her breasts, cupping them gently this time, lightly circling the nipples. She sighed.

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” He kissed the top of her head. “So sexy, Bella. You make me feel so fulfilled, and I haven’t even been inside you yet.” His fingers moved down from her breasts, over her belly, and slid inside her. She let out a louder sigh. He mumbled something into her hair.

“What?” she said.

“I said,
god, you feel so good
, but I said it in my language,” he said. “So soft and wet.”

“Oh, she said, blushing. His fingers barely moved inside her, tiny flutters that gave rise to flutters of her own. She wriggled on his lap to give his hand better access, and he moved his hand in and out of her pussy, fucking her slowly, casually. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and closed her eyes, as her breathing became heavy.

“I wish that was my cock inside you,” he said, and, at that, his cock sprung to life, hard and nudging at her coccyx. Isabel leaned forward, pulling herself off his lap, and into his favorite hands-and-knees position.

“No, wait – I’ve got a better idea,” he said. “We need to get back on my bike, but only for a minute.” Dazedly Isabel stood up and hiked her pants back up. He put the helmet back on her head and she climbed on the bike behind him. The bike now seemed indecently loud on the Black Peak road, the only sound for miles around. After no more than two minutes, he turned left, into the broad track that led to the conservation center, and halted 100 yards in. He turned off the engine, but left the headlight on. Moths danced in the beam of light, but everything else was blackness. Then, he lifted her off the bike and removed the helmet.

“Take off your pants. And your panties,” he said. Isabel did as she was told, stepping carefully out of her shoes and pushing her clothing down for the second time that night, before pulling it over her feet. She cast her clothes aside, and, instinctively, put her shoes back on. “Good. Now climb onto the bike.” She clambered astride the beast, her wetness instantly leaving a mark on the leather seat. The warm pressure of it felt good on her bare, sensitized flesh. She leaned forwards and grasped the handlebars, a stretch for her small frame. “Lift your ass a little. Now, look at me over your shoulder.” As Isabel turned and looked at Peter, she saw his eyes were full of lust. “Perfect,” he said. She had the impression he was taking a mental snapshot, to save for later, to be called up again at will. She did feel insanely sexy like this. It was a classic soft-porn shot – girl inappropriately naked on a Harley. As she watched, Peter unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out again. He walked towards her, holding it like a tool, and she waited, with bated breath, for it to be used on her. She didn’t have to wait long. He mounted the bike behind her, took hold of her hips, and pushed it inside her, in a single movement. Isabel gasped as it went in all the way, her muscles having had no time to get accustomed to his hugeness. She took a couple of deep breaths and pushed back on him to let him know she was ready. He wasn’t gentle at all this time, riding her hard, right from the start. She held tight to the handlebars, bracing herself against his assault. Every time his hips butted against her ass, her bruised flesh cried out in pain, but this was counteracted by the pleasurable sensations rolling inside her. Peter held her hips tight, pulling her backwards and forwards, making her fuck herself on his cock. She moaned and yelped like a wild animal, and, free to control the speed of penetration, she quickly hit her perfect rhythm. Seconds later, she shuddered violently with the vibrations of another orgasm.

“I love it when you come around my cock,” The Wolf said, into her hair. He slid his hands under her shirt and cupped her breasts, and his thrusts became faster and faster. She couldn’t hold onto the handlebars anymore, and collapsed over the front of the bike, like a ragdoll, while he pounded and pounded her burning pussy. Once, twice, he pulled himself all the way out, paused, as if admiring his handiwork, then entered her forcefully again. At last, he came, with a roar that almost deafened her.

Weakly, Isabel climbed off the bike and retrieved her pants and underwear. She was utterly spent. Her ass was so sore that it hurt to sit down, her jaw ached, and her insides felt bruised.

As she got dressed again, she thought that if she lived with Peter, he was so big that she wouldn’t be able to have sex with him every day. And then she was surprised at the thought.

Chapter Four

It was almost 5am by the time Isabel crawled between her sheets. Kara was rarely out of bed before 11 when she had a choice in the matter, so, with no guilt, she set her alarm for 12 and passed out.

Saturday was breakfast in Norma’s, which Kara proclaimed as being
just too cute!
They’d been gossiping since they’d woken up. While Kara was a late riser, she was ready to go as soon as she opened her eyes, and, having got used to waking up alone, Isabel was a little dazed by her constant questions and observations.

“Since when have you been such a meat-freak?” Kara asked, as Isabel ordered the cheesesteak again.

“I don’t know,” she replied, frowning. “I do seem to have an insane craving for it these days.”

“I hear ya. Start to feel hungry when I see a cow!” Kara, said, winking lecherously. She had a talent for making even the most innocent, or ridiculous things seem dirty. She sipped her cappuccino, leaving a foam moustache there long enough for a guy from a nearby table to goggle at her.

“It’s so great we’re both finally single at the same time, so we can have proper, single-girl chats.”

“Yeah, it is.” Isabel looked at her with warmth, so glad to have an old friend with her in Silver City, with no secrets, or weirdness she couldn’t handle. Kara’s weirdness was all right there, on the surface, as a fun, quirky part of her character.

“So, cousins, huh?”

“Who would’ve thought it?”

“Do you buy it? Does she look like Peter?” Isabel gazed out of the window, recalling their individual features.

“She’s got dark hair, and I think his would be kind of wavy as well if it was longer. Her skin is pale, but it has that latte undertone, like it would tan really nice and olive.” She shook her head. “No, but her eyes are really different. They’re huge and black, nothing like Peter’s amber color.”

“I saw them, even in the dark!” Kara said. “That’s an intense pair he’s got on him!”

“I know! Sometimes it’s hard to look him in the eye.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know.” Isabel sipped her coffee. “Like, when we’re doing it, his face kind of changes. His eyes are really wild and he looks like some kind of predatory animal, but then it’s gone again, and I think I imagined the whole thing.”

“Weird.”

“Yeah.”

“Like he becomes a beast in the act of sex?”

“Eww! Don’t say that!”

“I wonder if there are myths about shape-shifting relating specifically to sex?” Kara stared into space. “There are plenty of Greek ones about gods turning into animals to facilitate sex. Like Zeus transforming into a swan to rape Leda, because swans are like
so much
better at rape than people. But I’d have to research whether sex is ever the catalyst for transformation.”

In general, Isabel loved the way that Kara could switch from being a clown into drawing on her vast reserves of knowledge, her blue eyes suddenly sparkling with intelligence, but this was too much.

“Hey, as much as I’m enjoying my situation with Peter being used as inspiration for a research topic, let’s just not go there!” Kara still looked dreamy, and Isabel knew there were probably a million thoughts pinging around her brain just then.

“I wish I’d had a better look at this Peter,” Kara said. “There’s definitely something pretty unusual about him.”

“Uh huh.”

“So… the million dollar question: Jed or Peter? Which one do you like best?”

“I really don’t know. Jed’s like the kind of guy you read about in a book. Good looking, caring, charming, fun to be with, and a great kisser. And Peter’s weird, difficult, and thinks it’s ok to start a brawl in the middle of a town hall hoedown.”

“But you have this magnetic attraction to him, and, up until he disappeared on you, you were starting to get a bit fluttery about him?”

“True, unfortunately,” Isabel said. The food arrived and they both sank their teeth into their cheesesteaks.

“Almost as good as they do ’em in Philly,” Kara said, through a mouthful. “What do you reckon’s up with his family then?”

“I don’t know. Hemophilia? Some cellular malfunction?” I don’t think it’s anything commonplace though, or he would have said.”

“Sounds sad. But, presumably there’s a potential cure, or he wouldn’t have gone there expecting good news?”

“Makes sense.”

“Are you going to see Jed again?” Isabel laughed and spluttered into her strawberry shake.

“Can you imagine what Peter would do if I did?”