Girl In The Woods by Aileen Rose Page A

control.
    “Go to sleep.
You are allowed to wear a nightgown,” he snaps roughly and I know I just
witnessed a glimpse of another side of him that he masterfully conceals.

Chapter 7
    A pattern seems
to form in my new everyday life. He wakes me up, turns into a wolf and goes
hunting. When he returns, either in wolf or human form, I kneel respectfully in
front of him for as long as he desires and then I cook. I presumed that after
surrendering to him entirely and obeying his rules strictly, he would let me
eat on the table. But once more I have to eat on the floor.
    I wonder what is
the test he was talking about last night. What new way of assessing my
boundaries has he come up with? I no longer feel fear. He has spanked me, raped
me, humiliated me in ways I would have never imagined. But I survived and now I
feel stronger then ever. There is a sweet anticipation of what is to come. If I
pass this test, he will let me sleep on his bed, close to him.
    Calista,
don’t mess it up.
    Why do I yearn
so much to sleep with him when two days ago I was disgusted by him? Why did my
heart beat faster when I saw him come back from hunting this morning? And I
know I blush a lot. I am self – conscious around him. Careful of how I move,
how I talk, even how I breathe. Not out of fear of being punished. But because
I require his approval in everything I do. Has he bewitched me? Is that also a
power of his, as it is to change shapes?
    After a lazy
afternoon, swimming in the lake and then cooking dinner, he orders me to take
off my dress and kneel in front of him naked, while he is sitting on the bed.
    “I noticed the
first time we were in the lake that you were rather hesitant to touch my cock.
Why was that, bitch?”
    I turn red at
the mention of the word ‘cock’.
    “Because I had
never seen a grown man’s penis before, my Lord. And of course, I have never
touched one.”
    “Aren’t you
curious to touch it? See how it feels? You have felt it inside of you, but it’s
not the same as holding it in your hands.”
    So, this is
today’s test. To touch his most intimate part. I can do that.
    He gets up and
takes off his clothes. When he is completely naked he sits again on the bed. As
I am kneeling in front of him, my eyes are at the same height as his ‘cock’. I
really have to get used to this word if I want to stop being scared of it. And,
yes, I admit it. It is intimidating. But when it is inside me, it feels so
heavenly.
    It is wrinkled
and small and it looks so different than when he is aroused. I don’t want to
touch it at all.
    “You should see
your face,” he says, looking amused.
    I gaze at him
unsettled.
    “All your
emotions are depicted on it. You are not attracted to my cock, are you?”
    I bow my head,
avoiding eye contact with him.
    “It’s okay,
bitch,” he states in a solacing way. “Many women don’t feel comfortable with
men’s intimate parts. Do you trust me, bitch?”
    Do I? Well, if I
didn’t, I wouldn’t have come back to him.
    “Yes, my Lord.”
    “Good. Then if
you trust me, I want you to take my penis in your hand.”
    I reach with my
right hand to touch it, but I spontaneously close my eyes. I open them
immediately, as I don’t want to make him feel bad.
    “If you feel
better by closing your eyes, I give you permission to do so,” he says and I
almost sigh in relief closing them again.
    I have no clue
as to what to do with it. I grab it in my hand tightly.
    “Whoa! Not so
firm, my bitch!” he warns me.
    He guides my
hand with his, moving up and down smoothly. The more I move my hand, the more
it grows and becomes harder. I like its sensation more now. As I am curious to
see how it looks like, I open my eyes. I have never come so close to it. It
looks threatening, but alluring at the same time. When I raise my eyes to look
at him, he is breathing heavily and his eyes are filled with lust. This is the
effect my touch has on him and I relish it. Biting my lip, I eagerly move my
hand faster.