And her name is…

I feel Wulfric’s fingers fidgeting on my thighs and it brings me back to him. When I meet his gaze I can see the concern and I feel it as the backs of his fingers gently brush my cheek. I smile a little more. So many of my own problems feel washed away in this moment and I feel like my story can actually have the ending I deserve. He seesmeand he’s still here. Not everyone where I lived grew up knowing what I am, and with those that didn’t I could always tell when they found out. Wulfric looks at me just like he did last night aftereverything.

He cups my cheek in one hand and raises my hand to kiss the my knuckles with the other. “What is it you need, my Queen?”

I feel a shiver of delight warm up my back, my throat swallowing down the squeal I nearly make with the desire he’s brought back. He’s waiting for me to answer, but I don’t know that I can say it. Either way, he seems to figure it out and smirks at me.

“Maybe while you think on it, I’ll help you clean up.”

He moves to stand and brings me up with him. Then his hands find the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Not to be outdone, I grip the collar of his shirt and extend my claws through it towards myself, neatly tearing it down the centre to fall open. He wastes no time in discarding it with my shirt before he moves to grab my pants, letting the loose material drop to the floor around my feet. This time he doesn’t let me remove his in turn, taking it into his own hands to remove his pants quickly before picking me up.

I wrap my legs around him, letting him carry me into the water and wash off what remains of the blood. Most of it was on my clothes and what’s left of it in on my arms and face or in my hair. The blood on my arms isn’t going anywhere with my arms wrapped around his neck, but I trust his grip on my thighs and ass enough to release him and lean back washing them behind my head as the water soaks my hair.

He groans deeply, the change in posture grinding my sex against the deep V below his abs. I’m not paying attention, closing my eyes to wash the blood off my face as well, when I feel his lips on my breast. I gasp, sputtering water into my lungs and clench my stomach muscles to pull me back to him as I try to breathe.

He chuckles lightly as I cough over his shoulder, kissing up the side of my neck to my ear. “Careful, you’re the one I want drowning me later.”

I get my coughing under control and nip at his shoulder, and give him a look. His comment hadn’t done anything to help me while I was choking and even when I get the water out of my lungs I feel like I’m short on breath. He looks all too pleased with himself and I regret stabbing him a little less.

I smirk at him before nipping his shoulder and making it bleed. “Missed a spot,” I tease.

He spins us around under the water to rinse his shoulder and then lands the water between us, allowing it to run over my chest. It heats my skin and keeps us apart, but still together.

Like this, I can forget everything outside of the feelings he gives me and I start to giggle. The next moment he’s stepping through the water and his lips are on me. The only things holding me up are my legs wrapped around him and his one arm wrapped under my ass. His other hand pulls my face to his, not letting me escape as he siphons the air from my lungs. When he pulls back it isn’t to move far away, his lips moving to my ear where I can feel his tongue over my lobe and I hear a sound that makes my pussy clench.

From there he trails his kisses across my collar bones and repeats the act on the other ear. Now I’m sure he feels my legs tightening around him and I can’t help but rock my hips. I know he wants more too, I can feel his cock tapping against my ass as I make him sway. Still, he only grips my ass tighter and I can feel his nails digging into the supple flesh. While I’ve been staying here I’ve been able to put on weight and I feel like I look less brittle. Still, his grip will leave a bruise for at least a little while, and I like the thought of having his mark on me.

“Wulf,” I moan and he slows his kisses to a crawl.

He’s on the move with me in his arms, and I can hear the wooden bench along the floor as he kicks it into place. Then he’s sitting me on the end carefully, resting his hand on my chest to push me into leaning back on it. Once I’m laying down along the bench, ass at the end, feet on the floor, he goes to get a cloth and I move to sit up.

“Don’t move,” he growls lowly, returning to me with the shower products in hand.

He starts to wash my legs carefully with the cloth, even briefly digging into my feet. They don’t hurt at all any more, not with the energy I’ve gained to heal myself, and the massage has my toes curling. I moan blissfully and close my eyes as I start to unwind. He works his way up my legs, washing me and giving a playful graze of his finger over sensitive areas. He washes my stomach and works his way to my chest with extra attention to my breasts. When I open my eyes I find he’s standing over me, one leg on either side of the bench. A part of me is surprised I didn’t sense get so close, but his cock distracts me and I’ve been longing to stroke it.

I reach up to take it in my hand and he grabs my wrist. “Hey!” I yelp at him

He takes the other wrist from where it is at my side and raises them above my head together. He holds them there with one of this hands while he leans down and picks up his torn shirt. He uses the shirt to tie my arms to the bench with a large clumsy knot and I just watch. He tightens the first knot and then adds a second… but it’s just a shirt, and I have small wrists.

“You know I can get out, right?” I inquire, about to show him.

“Of course,” he returns with a smile. “But I also know youwantme to take you. Youwantto give me control of your desires, your pleasure…-“ he leans in close and whispers in my ear, -“your body,” before pulling back away. “If you want me to continue.. you won’t move those hands. I could use only my words, press your wrists against the wood and tell you that they are tied, and if you want me to make you cum, you’ll listen.”

I swallow hard around his assumption as I lay exposed and ‘vulnerable’ to him. I’m not sure if he’s right, that it’s only the loss of control that turns me on. Helion had always been in complete control and our number of climaxes definitely hadn’t been even. I like howWulfrictakes control. He takes over in a way that makes me feel like I can turn off my brain. I can take what he gives me and anything in reach, but he is the captain of this ship, even if I have the last word.

I don’t realize I’ve just been staring at him until he nuzzles into my cheek and whispers in my ear. “Are we clear?” I nod and he nips at my ear, earning another yelp. “Use your words little mouse, I need to hear you.”

“My name is Theo,” I snap. “But.. Ye.. yes,” I return more hesitantly. “I’ll listen.”

Despite wanting him to take control, admitting that I’m giving it up makes me feel embarrassed. I turn away from him and bite on my lip, but I still hear his gentle praise.

“Good girl.”

Those two whispered words send a ripple of pleasure up my spine and I find myself smiling. As he’s pulling away his eyes wander to my mouth and in an instant our lips are being pressed together. I want to run my hands through his hair and over his scalp, but I keep them under the knotted shirt. I feel useless, and I’m dying to touch him in return but I can only squirm beneath him.

When he pulls away he leaves the wash cloth between my breasts, the weight of it making me feel more grounded somehow, as he then trails his hands over my soapy body. His hands squeeze down my sides and over my hips, the firm pressure helping me to relax despite feeling so on display. Then his hands reach my waist and he slides them over my hip bones to run his thumbs on either side of my pussy and down my legs. His hands leave me and I look up to see where he’s going, but he’s pulled the shower head off the wall and brings it back over to rinse me off.

I watch his face, seeing his enjoyment in teasing me as he focuses the spray between my legs or over my breasts. I twitch beneath his efforts and moan with lust, and probably a little annoyance. He drags the bench to spin me around before making quick work washing my hair. The scalp massage helps work the blood free, and as his fingers pull through my stands with less resistance I know he’s managed to get it clean. When he’s done he puts the shower head back and makes me watch him as he finishes washing away the blood I’d transferred to him. I want my hands to be the ones running over his body and after he washes his face he catches me staring unabashedly.

“See something you like?” He asks, and I expect him to beteasing but he sounds genuinely curious.

I lick my lips and nod. “Yes.”

His hand moves to wrap around his hard cock, slowly sliding up and down its length as he looks at me. He turns the water off with the other hand, his eyes never leaving mine, and then he walks slowly towards me. Each step is punctuated by the sound of his feet hitting the wet tile in the big space.

“Me too,” he breathes, a huskiness to his voice that I’ve never heard before.

He taps my nose gently along the path his finger takes down the middle of me, ending on my clit. He’s barely touched me, but I gasp and my whole body twitches inward. I’m needy and desperate, and I don’t care if he knows it but he most certainly does. He starts to chuckle as he moves the finger further down. My ass has been on the edge of the bench this whole time, and the only way I can touch the floor is with my legs parted to the sides. I’ve been completely open to him during all his ministrations of washing me, but now he canfeeljust how wet I am and I swear he smiles a little bigger.

He brings his finger up, rubbing the fluid there against his thumb, but brings it up tomymouth to lick clean. If this is the game he wants to play, fine, but he’s going to regret it. I take the finger in my mouth, looking him straight in the eyes as I swirl my tongue around it. Then, I start to moan, letting my head tilt back slightly, bringing his finger with me as I suck. I groan again as I close my eyes and picture his finger as something much larger between my lips.

I hear a reciprocated moan in the room and something wet hit the floor. “Fuck Theo,” he groans out, “I wanted to putthatin your mouth.”

I open my eyes to see him stroking the last of his cum from his cock and give him a devilish smirk before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. He hesitates, but as I start to feel myself drooling he takes the one step he needs to for me to capture his head in my waiting lips. I circle my tongue around it and lean up a little so I can get more of him in my mouth. He tastes almost bitter, like a date that’s flavour is more like molasses than caramel, but I lap it all up.

I close my eyes as I enjoy the small jerks I elicit from him but when I moan he groans and pulls away. I open my eyes to find him sliding his thumb into my mouth and I can taste him there. I lick but then bite it before he can get too lost in the feeling. His eyes light up as he looks at me, his own devilish smile coming out and telling me he’s ready to play.

“Careful Theo, two can play that game.” He leans down on my wrists, his hand spread wide to cover them both while he holds my chin with the other and kisses me deeply. “Don’t move,” he encourages.

He trails his hand down my body again, walking slowly to the end of the bench. He stands between my legs, looking me up and down approvingly. I can almost feel his eyes caressing me as they trace slowly over my skin before they land between my legs. He just stares at my pussy, wetting his lips and I can feel my lower region clenching in anticipation.

His eyes shoot up as I do but my hands haven’t moved and he smiles. “Good girl.”

Next, he lowers himself between my legs and he licks up from my hole to my clit with a wide flat tongue. I gasp and he grins one last time at me before that mouth is put to better use. His tongue, his lips, and.. did I mention his tongue? They’re all consuming me and only one word comes to my mind on how I feel.

Decadent.

He’s only paying attention to what his tongue can reach, his hands gripping my trembling thighs firmly. Regardless, I know he can taste my arousal when he looks up at me and I can see the glow in his eyes. I didn’t think I could rise to a climax so quickly but I can feel it getting closer. Apparently, a few weeks of unsatisfactory sex has made me more sensitive to someone who knows what they’re doing.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he hisses at me, assumingely feeling me clench again as I continue to lose myself to the feelings.

I can’t help it. He adjusts his hands to open my legs wider for his access and then he all but stops his quick licks, pressing his wide tongue firmly over my clit in one, long lick and I fall over the edge. He growls at me, and I feel the vibration of it on my pussy which does nothing to stop my release and I can feel myself cumming for him.

He looks up at me with his brows pinched together. He looks angry, but I can see my wetness coating his chin and it only eggs on the redness already in my cheeks. I’m still panting when he rises from the floor and comes over to me, grabbing my face roughly and forcing his tongue into my mouth so I can taste myself onhim.

“I wasn’t done,” he growls as he pulls away.

He pulls my hands free from the shirt and stands me up. My legs wobble, feeling pins and needles from being bent oddly for so long, and I lean over onto the bench for support. He makes another of those deep animalistic sounds and I feel his hands on my hips, his hard cock running between my ass cheeks as he grinds into me.

“As nice as this position is, I want to see your face when I make you cum again, and again, and again.” He twists me and then picks me up in one fluid movement, carrying me bridal style toward the bedroom. “Besides, that bench couldn’t support what I want to do to you.” His fingers press into the fuller skin of my hips as he walks. “I just can’t get enough of you, and you look so much less fragile now. Still, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow. You are not leaving me again.”

My heart nearly arrests at the determination in his words. He brings me to the bed laying me down and then crawling over top of me. He sits back on his heals over my legs, keeping them together, and leans to grab a lock of wet hair that curled around my neck to move it aside. My breath is coming out ragged and distantly I realize I’m waiting for him to tell me what to do. He seems to realize it to as he smirks, collecting one of my hands in each of his to bring up beside my face, and then he leans down to lick up the side of my neck. I whimper at the touch, expecting him to bite me and embarrassed when he doesn’t.

He pulls back far enough to see my face and smiles. “Adorable.”

I’m about to chastise him when I see the flash of white against his lip and he bites the side of my neck. It aches and I can feel my heartbeat where he meets me but I can’t bring myself to pull away. His teeth puncture me bruisingly hard before he pulls away just as fast. He moves back behind my knees so he can bend my legs up and pull them from beneath him to either side of his hips. My blood colours his teeth and lips, as he glares at me.

“Mine,” he growls before notching his dick up to my opening and sliding in.

The feeling of him lowering himself on top of me as he slides deep inside is like a cup of hot chocolate. I am surrounded by warmth and it provides a feeling of comfort and security I know I’ll miss later. Right now I’m his, and I feel like he’d tear apart anyone who entered this room and so much as looked at me. He moves slowly at first but it’s not to tease me. He’s groaning, moving slowly as he runs his hands up and down my sides and tries to contain himself. I see him struggling, and knowing he’s losing it because ofmehas me smirking. I dig my nails into his legs and Imoanwith intense satisfaction.

He opens his eyes to slits and glares at me. “Don’t be a brat Theodosine, you’re tight now but by your third climax you’ll be so relaxed that I’ll be able to move more easily inside this amazing pussy and you’ll be the only one exhausted.” He dips his finger inside me alongside his cock to emphasize his point. “If I get tired, I can just eat you out until I feel right as rain.”

His smirk makes my heart lurch and I can’t for the life of me get my lips to move reliably. “I’ll.. I’ll umm.. I’ll just take your…. Your ugh.. energy.”

When I finally get a sentence out around the sensation of pleasure building inside me again his smile doesn’t waver. He brings his thumb over to gently stroke my clit as he slides in and out. The feeling has me calling out his name, the shorter version I seem to only utter when I’m happy with him, which only encourages his confidence.He leans against me again, brushing his cheek against mine on his way to tug on my ear with his teeth.

“You won’t, not with me, not tonight. Youneedthis, I can feel it in how your body reacts to mine. Any other night you might convince me of that threat, but tonight I’m going to give youexactlywhat you want.”

His voice has me thinking back to Helion promising to give me what I need. Wulfric understands me in ways Helion never could have, even if he hadn’t been a complete arse and tried to control me. I don’t know what happened before between us for him to gain this inner knowledge of my head, and I honestly don’t want to. The idea that more could have happened in my six years that I’ve repressed or forgotten, like killing my friends or my times in that sensory deprivation room, is unbearable.

For me, I’ll live in this moment. For me, I’ll let him have control. For me, I will forget the events of this evening and enjoy every second that this man worships my body.

I push every other thought away except the way his hands feel on my chest, the way he makes me feel, and the sounds he makes as he enjoys me. It doesn’t feel like it did in the prison, like I was a place holder for his depraved desires so he can treat the ladies sweetly. This feel likehim, like who he really is, and only I get to see and feel that.Mine.

I don’t know how long we stayed up, rolling in the sheets, switching positions, and utilizing the room around us on the occasion that we stopped for water. He never let me get far away from him, always within a step of grabbing onto me, and more than once he proved that to me. I’d go to fill a cup at the bathroom sink and he’d follow me only to swing me back into his arms for a lingering touch on my body or a kiss on my neck. These small moments reminded me of my mom and dad, but I had to push those thoughts back.

Long after I’d lost track of the number of orgasms we’d had, we both laid in the bed panting heavily. He rolled onto his back and I rolled onto my side. I heard a light chuckle behind me and then felt his arm loop under my waist to pull me back to him.

“Don’t be shy my Queen, come let me hold you,” he said gently.

I reached for his hand on my stomach and laced my fingers with his. “But… if I wake up screaming…”

His hand squeezed mine and he guided me into rolling over to face him before pulling me up to lay on his chest. “Then I’ll be right here, ready to do whatever I can for you.”

I took a big breath to give my rebuttal but let it go slowly. “Okay.”

He may have had more energy, courteously ofmylast orgasm, but I was too tired to argue. This had been a particularly long day and I could even begin to wonder what would happen tomorrow. I was asleep soon after that. Listening to the steady beat of his heart as it carried me off until it woke me up.