“I don’t like being touched. Don’t ask me why, it’s just something I don’t do.”
“Okay…”
“I don’t like being seen either.” A pause. When she didn’t say anything, he continued. “There’s nothing that I want more right now than to cover your eyes, tie your wrists to the headboard, and make love to you. But… will you accept my terms?”
Claudia swallowed heavily. What sort of crazy issues did Karl Blackmane actually have? And she had been thinking she needed a shrink because of some mild depression… She thought for a second, then decided she had to give it a try. How bad could it be? He seemed gentle enough…
“I accept.”
Karl looked at her long and hard until she felt the need to repeat herself: “I do, I accept your terms.”
He let go of her wrists only to reach into his pocket and retrieve a silk scarf.
“So, he came prepared,” she thought.
Claudia let him tie the scarf around her wrists and secure them to the headboard. It felt weird to be spread on the bed like that, arms above her head, legs slightly parted. She felt exposed. Deliciously exposed. He climbed on top of her, still fully clothed, and procured another scarf from his pocket. She lifted her head a bit to help him tie it around her eyes, then let herself fall back onto the pillows. She kept quiet and listened to his every move, now needing all her other senses to figure out what Karl was doing, where he would touch her next. The anticipation was frustrating, but at the same time enticing. She certainly hadn’t imagined her first time would be like this: tied up, blindfolded, at the mercy of an Alpha werewolf.
Karl removed his shirt, then his trousers and underwear. Now that she couldn’t see him, he felt free and confident. The scars on his chest, thighs, and back didn’t bother him anymore. He could very well pretend they weren’t there. With no one to point them out, trace them and ask questions, he could imagine he was a different man, a man who could allow himself to enjoy the dark, soft body currently lying underneath his weight. He took his time to caress Claudia’s breasts, run his hands down her sides, and lift her tank top to reveal the pale pink bra. Her breasts looked round and inviting under the lace. He rolled the top above her breasts, then hooked his fingers in the cups of her bra and pulled them down slowly, tucking them under the two perky mounds. Trapped between the two pieces of material, they looked perfect. He leaned down and took a nipple between his lips and sucked on it hard, while rolling the other one between his fingers.
“Oh!” she gasped and arched her back, offering him better access.
She hadn’t expected it to feel so good. Her panties were soaked, and her untouched pussy was throbbing with desire. She soon discovered that being tied up and blindfolded enhanced every single sensation tenfold. She moaned and squirmed under him. When Karl moved to the other nipple and bit down on it, it was already too much for her to bear.
“Oh, please…”
And she certainly hadn’t expected to start begging so easily. She didn’t care, though. The sooner he got between her legs, the better. She needed his fingers on her clit, his cock inside her… She couldn’t be happier when he moved away from her nipples and placed soft kissed down her abdomen. He bit her when he reached the hem of her panties, and Claudia yelped, then chuckled. He bit her again, harder, and in response she attempted to wrap her legs around him. She immediately felt his strong arms pin her down. So that was what Karl Blackmane liked… a completely submissive bride. Well, she could play the part.
Karl rolled her panties down her legs, then positioned himself comfortably between her thighs. His breath hitched when the strong scent of her wetness hit him full force. He licked his lips and told himself he had to hold it together, take things slowly. Even though she was willing, this was her first time and he had to make it go
od for her. He spread her legs wider, and leaned down to kiss her mound. She shivered, and he smiled. He took a deep breath to better savor the smell of her arousal, then parted her folds with the tip of his tongue, finding her clit, circling it a couple of times, then moving down to dip his tongue inside her entrance as much as it went.
“Oh my… Oh! Don’t stop…”
Claudia was lying still now, afraid that he might stop if she made a sudden move. She didn’t want this to end, not now when she needed release. She needed it more than ever, and his tongue felt better than her own fingers had felt. He listened to her and moved his tongue in and out of her pussy, pushing against the muscles, teasing them into relaxation, preparing them for something bigger and thicker. After a long minute, he moved back up to her hard nub and started drawing quick circles around it while his finger found her entrance and pushed in slowly, carefully. It was too much. Claudia’s moans became louder, and soon it was impossible for her to lie still. Her whole body was shivering, her back arched, and her toes curled in the anticipation of her first orgasm. Well… the first orgasm given to her by a man.
“Oh yes! Right there…”
She came with a strangled cry, her legs wrapping around Karl’s shoulders. He was too busy licking her to completion to be bothered by it, but as soon as she came down from her height, he gently placed her legs back on the bed and climbed on top of her. He kissed her hard, letting her taste her own juices on his tongue. While she was distracted and breathless, he entered her slowly, guiding his cock inside her pussy with endless care. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
Claudia felt the burn between her legs and tried to relax. His cock was probably only half way in, but he was so big that the pain threatened to become unbearable if he didn’t give her some time to adjust. She broke the kiss and whispered against his lips: “Wait… wait… just a second. Hurts…”
Karl froze. He didn’t know if he should stay like that until she gave him the go, or pull out and simply leave her alone. That was why he had never wanted a human bride. They were too fragile and easy to break.
Claudia felt his hesitation and decided to move her hips to let him know that she didn’t want him to stop, but to allow her to control the penetration at least a tiny bit.
He stood as still as a rock, although the tentative roll of her hips drove him mad with lust. He felt as if his wolf had just started howling inside his head. Her body glistened in the moonlight, the faint scent of her sweat acting as an aphrodisiac. He wanted to shower her in compliments, tell her how wonderful she was, how she had the body of an exotic goddess and he had never been with a more beautiful woman before, but he kept his mouth shut, jaw clenched tightly. He had already acted uncharacteristically when he had told her she was beautiful.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
Karl nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. He pushed all the way in, and this time Claudia didn’t complain anymore. He only stopped when he was fully sheathed, and waited a few seconds before he pulled out and pushed back in. She was incredibly tight, and it took all his control and willpower to not explode inside her. She started moaning again, which meant she liked what he was doing to her. He leaned lower, covering her with his body entirely, and pushed his tongue between her lips while thrusting harder and faster. Her walls clenched around his cock, and he couldn’t help but let out a small grunt, which she swallowed greedily. He kept himself from moaning, although by this point his wolf was close to breaking out of his skin.
Claudia felt so full that she was sure she couldn’t have taken another inch if Karl had had it. His cock fit perfectly inside her pussy, rubbing her walls nicely and hitting all the right spots. She knew the orgasm that was building inside her core would be different and more powerful than the first one. When Karl hit a particularly good spot inside her, all her muscles tensed and she released a long moan that sounded more like a scream.
“Oh my God, right there! Do that again!”
Karl furrowed his brows, at first disappointed that she had broken their wet, sloppy kiss to scream. Then, he focused on her body and what it was telling him, and pounded her harder, just like she needed. She arched her back and screamed again, and he knew she was close. It was a good thing, because he could barely hold himself back anymore. It was difficult enough to keep his wolf in check and resist the painful need to pour himself inside her. He couldn’t last more than a minute or two, so he focused on throwing her over the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes!”