Page 17 of Ruining Red
He could have hurt me at any moment, but he didn’t.Unlike the men in the village, he’s shown great restraint in his handling of me.But more than that, my body wants this, craves the dark promise in his voice.
The moment my legs twitch, he’s there, pulling them apart even more, stretching me out until my joints ache in protest.Pained whimpers claw at my throat as I press against him, fear demanding I close them once more.
“This won’t do,” he growls, his fingers curling into my waist.
With an ease that comes with great strength, he lifts me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest.Where my heart flutters in a rapid cadence, his is strong, steady, and even.It lulls me, soothes me somehow.
Sighing, I rest against him, allowing my mind to drift while in this warm, safe cocoon created by his body.Exhaustion beats at me.Before I realize it, I’m fast asleep.
A pulling sensation,akin to an immense stretch, wakes me from my blissful sleep, sending tendrils of unease racing through my body.In my mind, I was adrift in a small boat, rocking peacefully on the lake near my village.The sun beat down upon me, warming every inch, even down to my very soul.
Now, I’m very much awake, and the heat that once was warm and comforting feels stifling.Before I can even open my eyes, memories assail me, sending shafts of adrenaline through my system.Am I still tied to that blasted pole?
Were all the moments of pleasure with the stranger with gray eyes a dream and this is my reality?Again, I feel a stretch as my legs wrench apart, nearly to the point of pain.The men’s faces swim in my mind, sending untold terror through my limbs.
And that’s when I feel it, hear the purr surrounding my body like a covering, protecting me from both my memories and the potential threat forcing me open like this.Cracking an eye open, I release a breath, realizing I’m no longer outside tied to that damned pole.
But that means…
Forcing my head up, I watch as the stranger tugs on the rope around my ankle, securing it to some obscure point on the floor.He looks over at me, flashing his dazzling smile, the one that makes me want to forget everything and just drown in his gaze.
Again, I note his teeth, human, but somehow razor-sharp, lethal even.I should be terrified of this man, this… god, but I find myself wanting to sacrifice myself, to lose myself entirely if that means spending the rest of my life with him.
Until he touched me, I didn’t realize how cold and empty my life was.Though his touch contains more than a hint of violence, I find I want to be at his mercy, especially if it means never being alone again.
Blinking, I glance about the place, noting what looks to be a cabin.Somehow, I thought a god would have something far more luxurious or even ostentatious.I’m grateful it’s this small, cozy space.It makes him feel human somehow.
And that’s when I realize I can see.Though still blurred around the edges, I seem to be getting used to whatever this affliction is.However, now that I’m no longer wracked with fear, it forces me to concentrate on everything else he’s doing to me.
Each limb is bound, stretched out like the sacrifice I was forced to be.My chest heaves as he rises before me, his body glistening in the light of the fire.He’s a man, to be sure, and yet, I’ve seen no human look quite like him.
He possesses two arms, two legs, a head, a neck, and a chest, and yet, the large thing that juts out from his hips is anything but natural.More than that, a thick bushy tail lashes out behind him and large furry ears rise out from his thick head of hair.
“What… Who…?”
Flashing his sharp grin, he bows.“My name is Conrí.I guess it’s time you know who I am, so you know what name to cry out when I bestow my pleasure upon you.”
“C- Conrí?”Such a normal-sounding name for someone so… beastly, so magnificent.“Are you going to hurt me?”Oh, but why does my body pulse from asking such a question?
I don’t understand anything.Not at all.With a smile, he walks over to the side of the room, running his fingers along bits of leather.They’re fashioned into implements of some sort, but nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“Yes, my little Teagan.I will hurt you.But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy every moment.”
“Pain is never pleasurable,” I stammer, hysteria lacing my tone.
“Oh?And you know this?You’re certain I can’t make you cry out, not knowing whether or not you want me to stop or continue?”
I cannot answer.None of the words fluttering through my mind are coherent enough to make sense.Instead, I open my mouth and find a moan flitting through the air.
“Just as I thought,” he chuckles, picking up a piece and bringing it over to me.“I’m going to start out easy on you, just to see what you can handle.”I stare at the leather dangling from his fingertips.Several falls, too many to count, hang down, jiggling with each move of his hand.“And if you’re a good girl, I might allow you to release before you start your heat.”
Release?Heat?Those words make no sense to me, at least not in the way he’s using them.However, I’m unable to process any further when he takes the leather and smacks me, right between my thighs.
My lips part with a gasp, but nothing else comes out.I would have settled for even a shriek or a disgruntled squeak.But no.I lie there, my insides quivering as my body demands more.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you little omega?”He’s there, quick as summer lightning, kneeling between my legs before I can even shake my head.“You weren’t thinking about lying to me, were you?”His fingers touch me, stroking me, scattering my thoughts.“Because I know arousal.I can see it etched on your face, feel it in the tightening of your body, and gods, can I smell it dripping from your soaking pussy!”
This time, he takes the implement and strikes each breast, making the tender skin sting and throb, and still, I find it’s not enough.My nipples jut into the air, tightening at his treatment.I burn, I ache, and I yearn, fighting at the bonds to free myself.
