The Joy of the Hunt Ch. 03

"You have some amends to make, Little One. Now, rule number one, two and three. Eat me. Please me. Love it. Do you understand?"

She merely whimpers in response, in equal parts offended, revolted and madly excited by his words.

"Enough talking" he concludes, leaning against her and allowing one of his hands to stroke along her inner thigh, brushing against the moist fabric covering her clit lightly at the apex of every turn.

"Enough running." Both of his hands slide against her body, grab her hips and pull her sharply against his hard arousal.

"Enough with the pretending that you have a choice in this..." One of his hands leave her hips to unbutton and unzip his pants, dropping them and his boxer briefs to his knees, leaving his swollen, veined hardness to rest between her still lace clad cheeks

"... or that this is not what you want" he concludes, completely removing his clothing and moving his whole body around so that he is facing her, in-between her cuffed, stretched arms. All she can really see and concentrate on however, is his beautiful, yes truly beautiful, cock. It is wrapped in one of his dexterous hand, merely inches from her face.

She can see his pre-cum glistening where he spreads it over the swollen head while he pleasures himself with long, firm strokes right before her face.

"Can you guess what I want you to do now, Little One?" he asks. "Do you need me to tell you? Or can you take a wild guess?" He tilts his hips while speaking, leaving the largest, most perfect cock her limited experience has seen right next to her lips. When she just stares at it, wide-eyed, and breathes in short gasps he places a surprisingly gentle finger on her chin and cocks his head slightly to one side.

"Now, now, Little One. Open wide!" he orders, capturing her gaze she sees his pupils dilate and contract when he continues "You will suck me like you have never tasted dick before," which she in fact hadn't, but he apparently didn't know that. "and you will love every second of it. Starting right now!"

She has no idea what comes over her at this point. She had absolutely no intention to go along with any of his twisted ideas but suddenly finds herself craving to taste him. She has to crane her neck rather uncomfortably to lift her head enough to reach him, but no discomfort would stop her from taking this beautiful cock into her mouth. A small part of her mind is disagreeing violently with what she is doing. No matter, it is silenced by the raw lust flooding over her as she finally reaches her goal and wraps her soft lips around his swollen head.

"Mmmmhhmm" she moans around him as her tongue flicks over his tip, feeling the sweet and spicy taste of his pre-cum.

She must do something right, because he is purring again. She feels the vibrations in her whole body, it creates a flood of emotions that concentrate between her legs, causing a floodwave that is beginning to thoroughly soak through her panties. "He is delicious" she thinks while working to take more of his massive length into her mouth. Pleasing him is all she wants and the sexiest feeling she has ever felt. Aided by one of his hands, fisted in her hair she takes him deeper still, all the while exploring every part of him that her pink tongue can reach. His other hand is still wrapped around his shaft, meeting and working with her bobbing head to stroke the part of his length she cannot swallow.

"Oh yes, Little One, just like that. You're a natural" he manages to get out between gritted teeth. She loves that she is making him lose some of his composure and tries even harder to please him, gauging his reaction by the depth of his purring and the occasional tightening of his fist in her hair. Finding the thin fold of skin behind his swollen head and flicking her tongue over it seemed to do the trick, his fist tightens painfully hard in her hair and he actually groans.

She made him groan! The pleasure of this achievement is the cause of another flood wave of moisture to gather between her legs. She doesn't notice, but she is grinding her hips against the pillows stacked under her in time with her heads bobbing motion, desperately and unconsciously looking for some friction right there.

"Mmm, you smell delicious, my sweet! The scent of your arousal is getting stronger by the second. It's quite a pity this position will not allow your throat the right angle to take all of me."

Take all of him? He must be kidding, when he hits the back of her throat taking him as deep as she can there is still easily as much of him left outside her mouth, probably more.

"Ah well, there will be time for that later, in another idea. For now, I'll settle for this." At that, his hand in her hair grows more firm, stopping the bobbing motion of her head, holding her still.

She barely has time to wonder why before his hips start moving and the strokes of his hand on his shaft speeds up. The engorged head of his cock hits the back of her throat with every stroke, making her have to fight her gag reflex, as he lets his pleasure rule and fucks her mouth.

Even this excites her, what is WRONG with her? She struggles to still be able to suck and lick at him as he pounds in and out of her mouth and is rewarded by a chesty, lust filled growl that makes the bed (and her insides) vibrate. His motions grow more erratic while the grip in her hair loosens, allowing her more freedom to again meet his strokes as she purposefully tries to match his pace. Suddenly his body stiffens as he shoves his cock as deep into her soft mouth as he can. He stares down at this beautiful little creature, swollen lips wrapped around his shaft and fully focused on his pleasure, and lets go, filling the back of her throat with his hot load. She has to swallow frantically not to choke, a small trickle of his cum escaping through the corner of her mouth. It is an extremely erotic picture.

"Whops. Maybe I should have warned you." He smirks at her before his features soften and the smirk turns to a smile, the hand at the back of her head releases its grip and ruffles her hair affectionately.

"You did well at this first part, Little One; I'm pleased with your efforts." His right index finger catches the cum still left in the corner of her mouth and brings it to her lips. She immediately takes it into her mouth and moans around it, cleaning it with her tongue and sucking it hard while staring into his dark, lust-filled eyes. His smile widens.

"Yes, I am very pleased with you." He gets up from in front of her and moves away so that she can no longer see him, only hear him as he continues

"But we are far from done, of course."

Released from the powerful hold his gaze held over her, she feels a wave of shame wash over her. What did she just do? How could she enjoy doing that? How on *earth* could she have stopped fighting so completely? What happened in the forest was understandable, but this? She gasps as a sudden realization hit her, along with a memory from a short while ago

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She sees his eyes flash a deep red and his pupils dilate and contract briefly as he locks her gaze with his own.

"You will suck me like you have never tasted dick before and you will love every second of it. Starting right now!"

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He took control of her mind! He compelled her to like it! That is why her panties are sodden, that is why her skin is on fire. Her shame for her wanton behavior begins to abate to be replaced by red hot anger before she realizes that ashamed or angered, she is still aroused. Shit.

His compulsion over her ended when the oral section was over, the order was very specific, so why is her body still yearning for him? She lets out a small yelp and involuntarily arches her back at the feel of his open palm swatting her left buttock; the momentary sting over as soon as it started.

"I like the view from back here." She hears his disembodied voice from somewhere behind her and feels his hand gently caress the very place it caused to sting a moment ago. His caress on her still tingling skin is unnervingly arousing; she cannot help but arch her back further, pushing her soft cheek against his caressing hand. Her reaction brings a rumbling chuckle from his chest.

"Well, well, who would have guessed? Maybe not even you?"

His hand retracts from her smooth cheek before he brings it down, even sharper, on her other buttock. The sound of the swat rings to the air, mixed with her breathy yelp at the sharp sting. A moment later his hand is there again, this time in another soft caress right at the site of the impact. The sensation is exquisite, she can feel every ridge of his fingertips trailing over her semi-exposed and glowing backside. A quiet moan escapes her lips before she has the presence of mind to stop it. She can feel his chuckle rumbling through every fiber of her being, again.

"No, I don't think you knew before today, did you Little One? You like it rough, who would have thought?"

"Not me."

She does not know why the words pass her lips, but they come out in a breathy whisper. Somewhere along the line she has reached the conclusion that since this is happening anyway, AND her body clearly approves, she shouldn't fight it more than her pride demands. Much as she hates to admit it she finds him crazily attractive. Admitting that she likes his dominant treatment of her comes even harder, but there's no denying it. Every action on his part arouses her further. She shouldn't feel this way, but she does.

"Come again?" He senses the slight shift in her demeanor and leans forward far enough for her to be able to catch sight of him from the corner of her eye. She twists her head backwards as far as she can to try to actually look at him. He looks interested, not annoyed that she spoke, so she continues.

"You asked who would have thought that I'd like it rough. So I'm answering; Not me, I wouldn't know how I like it. It's not like I have more than a few experiences to draw from, and none of those were with a truly experienced man."

She blushes. Speaking this frankly is truly against her nature, but it needed to be said.

"Mhmm. So in your eyes, I am doing you a favor now?" His voice sounds incredibly amused while his hands travel up and down the back of her thighs. Now stroking his thumbs along the sensitive line between buttocks and thighs. Now stroking across her outer lips, still clad in lace.

"NO!" She even frightens herself with the strength of her response. He, however, seems unfazed.

"You lied to me, gave me the hope of escape to increase your own pleasure, attacked me, half raped me in the forest, and controlled my mind to give you the first blow job I have ever performed, even compelled me to make it excite me. Now that you are in the process of full on raping me, what you make my body want does not change what my mind says.. So NO, you are not doing me a favor, asshole!"

He can't believe what he's hearing and seeing. There she is, cuffed, chained and completely at his mercy. The taste of his cum is still on her tongue, still she finds it in her to chew him out. He should be furious; he should perhaps even kill her for this.

But he is not. He will not.

Instead he smiles to himself, a genuine smile that she can't see. She is a feisty woman, his Little One. He likes that. He clearly scares her, smart girl that she is, and she is beginning to completely come to terms with the fact that her role is to oblige and his to decide, but this still doesn't mean that she will submit peacefully.

This strength of well, sense of self, is something he can truly respect. When his eyes slide over her luscious form again he makes the decision that, even though this is punishment, from now on he will not only have her enjoy it but use all his skill to have her love it. He knows he can, with just a slight effort, and her strength of heart and bravery deserves it. Of course, he does not share this sentiment with her; he just leans forward and chuckles into her ear.

"Let's see if you still hold on to that opinion once I'm done, shall we?"

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With that the time for conversation is once again over. With this newfound goal in mind he does not simply possess her. Instead he slowly, sensually, eases her lace panties down her hips. They are soaked enough to coat his fingers in her juices just by touching them.

Yes, he smirks to himself, she clearly hates what he is doing to her. As the lace passes her hip bones to glide onto her thigh he carefully, as not to dig the fabric into her, rips the seams on both sides before tossing her final garment onto the pile of cloth in the corner. Looking back up he sees and smells heaven, from his angle all he can see is what is below her waist.

Propped up on his black silk bed sheets are two perfect half-moons, between which he can just glimpse the presence of a pink, puckered hole when she moves.

"Another time, another place, another idea" he tells himself, and removes his gaze from it. Just slightly below, the twin globes separate and her propped up position gives him a full, glorious view of her aroused sex. She apparently trims her pubes, an inch-wide strip of trimmed hair across her pubic bone gives way to glistening, smooth lips. Anything from the clit down is bare.

Thus, he is treated to blood-filled, lust-swollen outer lips, light pink and glistening inner lips and a clearly excited clit, just begging to be touched. She is aroused enough that her inner lips are separated. Clear fluid of arousal is lubricating her, making her receptacle to even an unusually massive cock, like the one he possesses. He's beginning to think that she may even be aroused enough to take all of him, but does not want to raise his hopes too high.

Suddenly, the wish to bring her pleasure is joined by a new and more egocentric purpose. If he makes her want it enough, she may be able to take him in completely. It has been a while since he was able to bury himself to the hilt. Much as every man likes to be well endowed, it does come at a price. Rarely being able to pound all the way in being the most costly of these.

"Fuck you!"

His reverie is broken by her belated response to his last comment. He grins widely to himself, sliding his body further down between her legs. Just as he is about to go low enough that his head is no longer by her ear he twists his face and purrs into her ear.

"No, you are mistaken. It is *I* who will fuck *you*!"

She gives an involuntary shudder at his words while his body and face descends further, finally being aligned with her dripping sex. Unable to hold himself back from tasting her any longer he extends his tongue and licks her in one long sensual stroke from top to bottom. When his mouth reaches her clit she can feel her whole body briefly tense up before she forces herself to relax. This annoys him. So she thinks she can relax while he's eating her out, does she?

Well then, no more time for games.

The first hint that something has change that she gets is something foreign around her nether lips. The second hint is more of a fact. He sucks her clit into his mouth, suckling it and playing with it with his tongue, while letting two piano-player-long fingers slip into her pussy. God she's tight! She probably wasn't exaggerating about the limited experience, he thinks to himself. Continuing his ministrations he starts pumping his fingers in and out of her. He is gratified as her moans increase in volume and she tries her best to use her limited movability to push her pussy towards his lips. So much for unwillingness, indeed.

He curls his fingers, finally finding that soft spongy area that is the center of the most earth shattering orgasms a woman could have. Making a mental note of where it is along with a quick, unconscious calculation just how his hips will have to be angled to hit it with his cock, he leaves it alone for now, returning his attention to her swollen clit. Flicking it rapidly with his tongue, he scissors his fingers inside her to fill her and stretch her at the same time. Her moans rise in pitch and she tries to rock her hips back onto his fingers.

In response, he quickly swats her exposed ass, leaving a bright red handprint to admire, before he places a controlling hand on her hips, stopping her bucking, and murmurs into her pussy, just loud enough for her to hear;

"No, Little One, be still. You do not control this."

After a brief pause for effect where he uses his hands to pull her hood back before laving her exposed clit with enough attention to almost, just almost, bring her the the edge he pauses to finish his statement.

"I do."

With a final twirl of his tongue around her bundle of nerves, he lets his teeth graze her as he removes his head from between her thighs, earning another yelp followed by a disgruntled murmuring as she feels him retract.

Gazing down at the sight before him, he feels rather content that he denied himself this vision of her for so long. Long enough to make her believe he did not view her in this way, long enough to lull her into a false sense of security. The truth is, he has been picturing this moment, on his knees behind her bound body, spread just enough to give him easy access, stiff cock in hand and pointed at her entrance, since the moment he laid eyes on her.

With another inner nod of satisfaction at her pruned pubes that allows him a full visual of her swollen excitement, he uses one hand to part her nether lips. He is immediately rewarded by the dual sensation of a strong scent of fresh arousal combined with the vision of previously unseen pink, very wet delight right around her entrance. Using the hand that firmly holds his shaft, he steers his swollen head to rest right at the very opening of her, again marveling as he has so many times before how such a slight creature can accommodate his girth. At first glance it looks like he will rip her apart when he enters. Still, he knows from experience that if he prepares her right this is not the case.

He uses his hand to move his swollen cock along her slit, wetting the head thoroughly and occasionally brushing her clit before leaning forwards to purr in her ear, the very movement causing him to slide about an inch into her. He delights in her muscles gripping him, almost as much as he revels in her continuous pleas of "Please!", "Don't!" and "Stop!".

If these words are meant at separate face value, arousing in itself, or if what she is saying is "Please, don't stop!" - he doubts even his Little One knows. What he does know is that her body is ready for him, and he has denied himself long enough.

"Are you ready, Little One?" He grins before continuing, paraphrasing an old children's game, played even when he was a child, millennia ago.

"Ready or not, here I come!" he murmurs, the tone of his voice making the innocent words sound like a threat and a promise, all at once.

He retracts slightly, his head nearly slipping out of her, before he brings his hips forwards in a sharp thrusting motion, extracting a prolonged sound somewhere between a wail and a moan from the woman below him whose center he is entering as she feels her inner walls being stretched as far as they'll go. Despite his apparent force he is controlled, expecting to hit her back wall at any moment but, amazingly enough, he is able to continue the motion until he is buried to the hilt in her.

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She gasps at the sudden invasion. His previous ministrations have left her writhing and wanting. Her pussy is slick and swollen, even her mind has settled and accepted that, for whatever sick reason, she wants him. When she feels his cock teasing her entrance she vividly recalls holding it in her mouth and briefly tenses as she recalls the sight of him and suddenly feels afraid she may not be prepared for the sheer size of him. Before she has time to dwell on these thoughts however, he has her hips in an iron grip, backs up his hips a tad as if to get a running start, and then thrusts into her. It is passionate but controlled, he does not stop until she can feel his hip bones resting against her buttocks, and it is clear her fears were unfounded. He fills her to the brim, he stretches her in places she did not know could be stretched, but she takes all of him. Every glorious, god given, incredible inch.