Primal Urges Ch. 04

Candace nearly gagged on the thick almost slimy feel of his cum, her body both disgusted and turned on by the feel of him cumming in her mouth. And when he pulled slowly out of her mouth, the feel of her tongue against his over sensitive head too much to bear, she whimpered softly. She didn't understand why her parents had said that it was so wrong. It hadn't been as bad as they had said. In fact, she had started to enjoy it; especially the helpless feeling he gave her with his hand in her hair, guiding her movements. Settling back on her heels, she looked up at him, seemingly unaware of the track of white marring the ivory of her skin.

Tomas saw it though and he groaned. He had fully expected her to pull away or fight him when he started cumming, but she had surprised him. "Such a good cumslut," he praised, feeling the beast placated by the release she had given him. She smiled happily at his words and ducked her head shyly. "Go ahead and clean up now Candace, so we can get you safely back inside before dark," he added, reminding her of the time limit. Candace sighed and nodded, slipping backwards into the deeper part of the pool and ducking her head under the water line. Tomas sat where he was, watching her run her hands through the length of her hair through the clear spot in the bubbles she had created. Finally, he got up and turned to leave the tub, thinking of the preparations he would need to have done to make sure she would stay safe.

When Candace surfaced, she looked around the building. But she was alone again. Alone with her body aching with need. A sudden flash of anger filled her and she smacked at the water, splashing the surrounding area in the process. "Damn him!" she cried. "He uses me for his release, after promising me I could cum, and then leaves me high and dry. Well, wet and horny is more like it." Crossing her arms under her breasts, she pouted. Grabbing the shampoo, she started massaging it into her hair, taking care not to overly tangle the long length of it. Ducking under the water again, she fumed under the cover of the water as she worked the shampoo out of her hair. 'Who does he think he is?' she thought, grabbing for the conditioner next. Then, that little voice spoke up. He was the one holding her captive. "Well, that doesn't mean he gets to use me for his little...cumslut," she argued. But even as she said the words, she felt her body thrill at the last. There wasn't any way she could tell him no. Not with the way she relished each degrading act, each deliciously arousing time with him. Even his little nickname for her turned her on as much as it embarrassed her.

Sighing, she felt her anger slipping away just like the soap from her body. Chewing her lower lip thoughtfully, she let her fingers slip between her thighs, playing over the aroused, swollen folds there. But, despite her body's desire to cum, she pulled her fingers away. He had told her; in that tone that brooked no argument; that she wasn't allow to cum without permission. And even though her anger tried to flare at that, she squashed it with the conviction that he would surely make her cum hard later. Even if she had to beg him to do it. And with this thought firmly in her mind, she finished her bath at a leisurely pace.

When she was done, she stood up, feeling the still warm water streaming down her body as she looked around for a towel. Spotting a pile of them folded nearby, she grabbed one and wrapped it around her before leaving the tub. Another towel was used to dry her hair as much as possible. "Hmm...no clothes, so I guess I'll just have to wear his robe again," she murmured, still rubbing the soft cotton towel over her hair. Draping both towels over a towel rack, she scooped up the robe and slipped it on. She relished the male scent that permeated the material as she rubbed the collar against her cheek, breathing deeply. "Look at me, acting just like a school girl with her first crush," she laughed, catching her action and shaking her head a little. Sighing softly, she tied the robe securely around her waist and turned off the lights to the bathroom before opening the door.

It was twilight, the clearing already cast in deep shadow thanks to the surrounding trees. Pulling the robe tighter self consciously, she headed back towards the cabin. She had to admit that she was scared about what would happen tonight. But she wouldn't dare admit that to Tomas. A smile curved her lips as she thought about how she acted around him. Usually, she was prim, proper, and polite with men. Her terrible shyness caused her to hide behind the manners her parents had drummed into her mind for as long as she could remember. It was only the close contact with Susan that had sparked her curiosity about the acts of man and woman. Her roommate had shamelessly told her over and over again all the things she did with her boyfriends, not noticing, or not caring, how Candace had squirmed with embarrassment. Well, it had started out with embarrassment, but had eventually become desire and arousal. She had just never had the courage to try anything out with the few men she had gotten serious with.

Now, there was nothing to lose. Or that's how it felt. Tomas didn't seem to care about how naughty she was. In fact, he enjoyed making her do depraved and disgusting things. And, to her slight surprise, she enjoyed being made to do it. A big part of her was upset that she had waited to learn how to do these things. Another, even bigger part of her was glad she had waited. She found she was enjoying being made to do these things. And she didn't think anyone else would have had the same effect on her.

Sighing softly, she pushed open the door to the cabin and slipped inside, shivering a little at the early spring nighttime chill that was in the air. Tomas stepped forward with a warm blanket and wrapped her in it, smiling as he did. "Enjoy your bath pet?" he asked, his deep voice sounding smug. Suddenly, she realized that he had left her wanting on purpose. And that he had also expected her to take care of herself. As if she would forget his order that she wasn't allowed to... Well, he would be in for a surprise then.

Pouting prettily she shook her head. At his concerned look, she crossed her arms under her breasts. "Of course I didn't. You know I didn't, because you caused it," she explained. She bit the inside of her cheek to prevent the smile that wanted to peek through as she enjoyed the increasingly confused look on his handsome face. She walked over to the couch where he had sat earlier that afternoon while she played with herself on the floor before him. The memory of it made her blush hard and she looked away to hide it.

Tomas sat next to her, trying to think about how he could have made her bath non enjoyable. It had been so long since he had had a female in his home, much less one he had drawn a bath for, and he was afraid he had done something wrong. "Tell me pet, so that I can avoid doing it next time. I want you to enjoy yourself since you don't have a choice in being here," he said, barely remembering to add the last little bit. She smirked a little at that before the pout came back. The sight of her full lower lip sticking out like that made him just want to kiss her senseless, but he stifled the desire, wanting to hear the reason.

"You left me...wanting," she finally said, her cheeks filling with color. Tomas stared at her for a moment, as her words slowly sunk in. Then, when they had, he threw his head back and started laughing hard. Candace stared at him, the color in her cheeks rising as she started to get angry. How dare he laugh at her? Standing, she started pacing, the embarrassment and anger at his laughter growing with each step. Finally, mustering her courage, she turned and faced him. "You promised me I could cum if I...did what you asked me to do. And then, you just left. You got yours! And I couldn't get mine, since you told me I couldn't cum without you giving me permission. Well, maybe I should just play with myself whenever I want instead. Especially if this is the reaction I should expect next time I come to you," she fired at him. Crossing her arms under her breasts again and glared at him, her silver-gray eyes bright with anger.

Tomas settled back, looking up at her. So that was why her bath wasn't enjoyable. She had enjoyed the supposedly dirty act he had made her do. So much that she had still wanted to cum when it was over. And the thought of it hadn't occurred to him in his preoccupation with her safety. Glancing towards the window, he judged the dimming light with practiced ease. "You want to cum Candace?" he asked, noting with pleasure that there was plenty of time to have her writhing under him and begging him to make her cum before the beast took over. At her terse nod, he rose and stalked towards her. "How badly do you want to cum? Are you completely soaked with your juices? Even though you are angry at me, are you imagining all the ways I can make you cum?" He pitched his voice low, watching her shiver as his hoarsely spoken words made her anger flow away. She nodded again, biting her lip with nerves as he stopped right in front of her.

Tomas grinned at the look on her beautiful face, one of scared anticipation. Using one hand, he untied the robe, tugging the belt free of its loops, an idea forming in his mind. The robe gaped open, showing teasing glimpses of large breasts and rosy nipples and the white material contrasting beautifully with the downy chestnut curls at the apex of her thighs. Using his free hand, he grabbed her arms, tugging them down in front of her before using the robe tie to tie her wrists together in front of her. She whimpered softly as he tied the knot, but didn't try to get away or free herself. "Good girl," he murmured softly before glancing behind her and seeing the coat hook on the wall. Walking her back, he lifted her bound hands up and over her head, grinning disarmingly when she whimpered again, her silvery eyes widening. Hooking her wrists over her head, he was pleased to see that she had to stretch up on her tip toes to take her weight off her arms. She was so perfectly tiny compared to his own 6'4" frame, easily at least a foot shorter.

"I don't know about this Tomas..." Candace twisted a little, stretching up to try and unhook her hands. He watched her, enjoying the way her large breasts shook and jiggled with her movements. Finally, she gave up and pouted at him. But her thighs were starting to glisten in the firelight, betraying her excitement at the idea. "Tomas, please, let me down," she tried again, only to be ignored by her captor. Instead, he ran his hands down her sides, pushing the lapels of the robe back and behind her body. Grabbing one of his overstuffed chairs, he pulled it close and perched on the edge, letting his hands slide farther down her body. Candace whimpered and twisted again, this time to press into his hands, wanting more of his touch.

Tomas ran his fingers lightly back up her sides, over the swell of her hips, into the indentation of her trim waist before cupping her full lush breasts. Pinching her nipples lightly, he tugged her towards him with them, making her arch her back and moan softly in pleasure. Leaning forward, he licked first one caught nipple then the other, making her moan again. "Tomas, please," she whimpered, begging him for something entirely different. His fingers tightened painfully, twisting and pinching the tender nubs. She hissed and cried out in pain, instantly realizing her error. "Please Master," she gasped, correcting herself and earning the release of his fingers.

"Good girl," he murmured before kissing his way down her body, his hands sliding down before him. Lifting first one leg and then the other, he hooked them over his shoulder and smiled up at her. "So beautiful pet; all pink and wet, and you taste so good," he said, deliberately trying to make her blush. And blush she did, hiding her flaming cheeks in her arm with a soft moan. Tomas just chuckled and turned his attention to the soaked folds directly at eye level. Lazily, he opened her to his gaze with two fingers. Her clit was poking out from under its protective hood, begging for his attention, and her pussy looked tight and slick with her arousal. Leaning forward, he took one long slow swipe with his tongue, enjoying the sweet tang of her juices before concentrating his attention on her ultra-sensitive clit. He flicked his tongue over it lightly, teasing her with the feather touch, making her squirm and press her pussy closer to his face.

When he heard her sob in need, he raked his teeth over her clit lightly, feeling her jerk a little at the stinging pleasure as he moved his hands enough that he could work one long thick finger into her tight pussy. She parted around him slowly, her muscles clinging and massaging the single digit, reminding him all to well of how she felt around his cock. Curling his finger up, he found her g-spot and rubbed it as he flicked his tongue more firmly against her clit. As much as he wanted to prolong this, he felt his beast gaining more control over his actions and he needed to be far away before he changed. So, relentlessly, he played her body, feeling her arch and twist against him, mewling softly in pleasure. Finally, he heard her try to speak, her voice hoarse and raspy, "Pl-pl-please Master, c-c-c-can this cumslut cum?"

Tomas groaned at the sweet submission as she said the very words he had told her to say. Nodding, he gave his permission, adding a second finger in her tight clenching walls as a reward. Within seconds, she was crying out his name as she ground her pussy onto his face, bathing him in her sweet release. He licked up all he could, holding her still against his face, even though his tongue on her oversensitive folds was bordering painful and she was wriggling to try and pull away. Finally, when she was clean and he felt he could procrastinate no longer, he pulled away, licking his lips clean of the last bit of her juices.

Candace hung there, her head bowed, chest heaving as she enjoyed the aftermath of her climax. When he stood and moved to untie her, she burrowed her head in his chest. "Thank you Master," she murmured breathlessly, sliding her now free hands around his neck. His strong arms enfolded her and a soft chuckle sounded in her ear.

"You're very welcome pet. You deserved it for being a good girl in your bath," he said, nibbling on her earlobe. She smiled at the praise and pressed even closer. "But, I have to go now Candace. I can't stay here with you." His words broke her out of her reverie and she pouted up at him. "Don't give me that look pet. There is plenty for you to do, books to read, television to watch, whatever you want. I have to go now if I want to be far enough away to keep you safe in time. Now, let me go," he said, his voice getting that stern sound that sent shivers down her spine. She sighed one last time and did as he told her, folding herself into the chair he had been sitting in. "Be good pet," he said before slipping out of the front door, wishing more then ever he could stay human during the full moon.

Candace watched him leave before standing and bolting the door behind him, just like he had told her earlier he wanted done. Alone now, in his home, she wondered what to do with her night. She wasn't tired after her long nap this afternoon and she really wasn't in the mood to watch television. Finally, the large bookcase against the back wall of the room caught her eye. She had always been an avid reader, much to the delight of her teachers and the criticism of her peers. And now, as she crossed the room to the full bookcase, she saw that Tomas was as well. "Not that he has much else to do all by himself all the time," she mused aloud as she perused the titles. He had all types of books; non fiction, fiction, mystery, fantasy, horrors, and even erotica.

She paused over the last type, her fingers caressing the spines of the novels. She couldn't help but feel naughty at the idea of reading them, even as her hand picked one with a deliciously naughty title and headed back to the chair. She had only read erotica once, an s/M one her senior year in high school. It had been her first foray into the world of illicit pleasures her upbringing had kept her from. She had been so shocked at the things she had read and imagined while reading the small story that she had never dared try another. But, now she worked the courage up to read one, if only to find out what it was that entranced Tomas. So, taking a deep breath for courage, she curled up on the chair and opened the book, ready to lose herself in the words printed inside.

Hours later, she raised her head, closing the book slowly. Her gray eyes were lit with some hidden emotion and her cheeks were flushed. For long moments, Candace just sat there, the book lying in her lap, her fingers tracing a little pattern on the cover over and over. It was completely different than she thought it would be. All this time, he had treated her as his submissive, his property even. And this book spoke of a completely different fantasy altogether. The story in this book was one step above the average romance novels she found in the regular book store. The sex scenes were steamier by far, but the idea was the same. It spoke of two people who fell in love and came together on equal terms. Not the way that her and Tomas had come together.

Sighing softly, Candace stood and headed back to the bookcase to put the book back. Briefly, an idea crossed her mind that maybe he wanted different things; that this book was just one thing that caught his fancy. Smiling a little, she slid the book into its place and picked up a few more. But a quick perusal of each showed that they were all the same as the first. Some had a little more kink then the first, others were more vanilla, but they were all essentially the same. Chewing her lower lip a little in thought, she paced the small cabin, her mind whirling with ideas. She had always pictured falling in love and marrying her prince charming. What proper girl hadn't? But she had never pictured being used like she had been the past day and a half until that first book. And she never thought it would actually happen. But what she couldn't understand was why Tomas was, if everything she had just read pointed to him being a romantic?

With a sinking feeling, she came to the realization that she had put herself into this situation. Tomas had never thought of holding her captive with him; not until she had said it. In fact, every time anyone had mentioned her being stuck here against her will, it had been her doing it first, and Tomas agreeing with some minor surprise. She had maneuvered herself very neatly into her current situation and now, she didn't see a way out of it. But, she would have to try, because if the strange tightening in her chest and racing pulse every time she thought of the man were any indication, she was falling for him...fast.

Stifling a yawn, she glanced at the clock over the mantel and noted with surprise that it was already three in the morning. Frowning a bit, she started to turn off the lights in the main room, her mind still racing over ideas. It was only after she had hung his robe up and slipped bare into his bed that an idea started to form. She wouldn't play into his dominating game. She would make him see her as an equal, a woman, a possible partner; no matter how much it might hurt her in the process. With a small smile on her face, she let herself drift into sleep, cradling one of the large pillows to her chest and breathing in his scent as she did.