"Catch me," she whispers. "Put me in a cage."
"That's right. They keep you in cages, turn you into nothing more than pets. Maybe if you're unlucky, they're even bring you out and fuck you, show you off, make you their breeder. Do you think you'd like that?"
Erik would accuse the man of using blatant fear-mongering tactics if he hadn't been thinking of doing exactly what she had said. He wanted to catch her and lock her up so that he's the only one who can see her. Use her.
The man is right to scare her. She had trusted him intrinsically earlier, letting him get close enough to scent her without even attempting to fight him off. If he had designs to capture her, he would have been able to do it twice over just in one day. Erik understands why he's punishing her for it, even though it seems harsh. She is exceedingly beautiful and only promises to be more so once she reaches full maturity. Shifters like her are considered exotic. Rich and powerful men keep them as glorified pets and throw them into the streets once they're tired of them.
"But-" she stops and chews her bottom lip, knowing better than to argue.
"But what?" he prompts.
"Everyone in town knows me," she whispers. "They won't hurt me."
Even Erik sees the fault in her reasoning. He certainly didn't know her.
"You're too trusting, baby girl," he says. "You've been lucky, for which I'm grateful," he kisses the top of her head again, scratching between her ears. Her tails is lovely and looks exceedingly fluffy now that she is relaxed enough to wave it from side to side behind her. "The world is full of cruel men who would want nothing more than ruin you," he says. "But you're all mine, aren't you, darling?"
"Yes, Daddy," she says. Her smile is incandescent, like the man is her entire world and she's grateful for him even though he's the one who had tied her up and left her naked and exposed like this. "I love you, Daddy," she says, cheeks coloring a pretty pink, eyes averted.
It's a sweet admission, even sweeter than her submission and Erik has never coveted someone else's mate so much in his life before, never wanted someone enough for it to be a physical ache.
The man kisses her, hands around her hips, holding her tight. They seem to kiss forever and when they finally part for air, she is panting for breath.
"Do you remember the rules, darling?" he asks.
She nods and whimpers. "I don't want to, Daddy," she pleads again.
The man's heart must be made of stone. He reaches into the box and retrieves a small cup from it. "You must be thirsty, darling," he says and dips into the cup for a cube of ice. "Open," he says.
She mouths her mouth and lets him dip the too-big ice cube into her pretty little mouth. The way she sucks at it is obscene and he can't look away. The man lets her suck on the ice and then offers his palm so she can spit it out when it's too cold and hurting her teeth. She spits the rest of the cube gingerly onto the palm of his hand and licks around her lips.
"Good girl," he says and circles back around until he is standing behind her. "Do you think you're ready for me now, darling?"
"Daddy?" she cries out in panic, twisting around to try and see him.
"Shh... I want you to stay still," he says, grabbing her round ass and squeezing until she lets out a noise of protest. "Do you want this out, darling?" he asks.
She nods eagerly and he doesn't see the harm in complying, grasping the base of the plug between his fingers and pulling it out with one smooth tug. She gasps, back arching from the sudden release of pressure.
"Now then..." He dips his fingers back into the cup and pinches an ice cube between his fingers. In the next moment, he has the cube pushed up her hole, nestling into heated flesh.
The noise she makes is the sweetest sound of distress Erik has ever had the pleasure of hearing. It starts out as a keening cry, but tapers off into hitching, tortured half-sobs. "Daddy, please. It feels so strange," she whimpers. "I don't like it," she whimpers.
"Shh..." he hums, ignoring her protest as he dips into his glass and does it again and again, fitting one cube after another into her body as she sobs and sobs. He presses his fingers in at the last cube, forcing them to stay inside of her body for a few seconds with his body plastered against her back, mouth kissing the soft skin on her neck.
"Daddy. I don't like it," she whines.
"Breathe slowly for me, baby," he says, placing his palm on her stomach, moving up and up until he is pinching onto her nipple and working it between his forefinger and thumb, rolling the sensitive bud as his mouth trails across the tender flesh of her neck.
"Please, Daddy," she whimpers.
"Please, what, darling? What does my little mate want?" he asks, rolling her nipple between his finger while his free hand continue to pump in and out of her tight heat, opening her up and pushing the ice cubes deeper. "Do you want Daddy's cock inside you?" he asks.
She nods frantically. "Yes, Daddy. Yes, yes."
He chuckles and pulls his fingers from her hole. Ice water drips down the inside of her thighs. Chunks of pale ice cubes drop on the ground.
She barely has a second of relief before he is plunging directly into the young girl, sheathing himself to the hilt.