Free Lustfully Ever After by Kristina Wright

when I was so lost I would not recognize myself, matted with dirt and ragged red cloth, more wolf than woman.
    And still, he knew me.
    He pulls a thick leather belt across my waist and belts me to the table. He pulls a strap across my mouth. My long hair spills black against pale skin against black leather; my lips open, red and wanting. Silver clasps hold my nipples; each clasp attached by chain, pulled tight, pleasure waves of pain.
    Then there is this slow arousal, the feathery touch of a fan brush dancing across the surface of my body, tickling my feet, the tips of my toes, in between my legs; wisps of intense longing heighten my desire, my infinite ache, and I shiver, gasping, laughing like a little girl.
    “What big teeth you have.”
    My jaws snap against the leather strap, wanting to taste, to tear the moon from the sky. His voice in my ear, deep and steady, is an anchor. “I own this body, whatever form it takes. I
own you, do you hear me? You are mine. You are my slave. Say, ‘Yes Master.’”
    “Yes Master.” I am fully present, my delirium swirls, light expands and contracts, I ache.
    My legs stretch as I grow, stronger. I pull at my tight restraints and remember the cage; my heart races, quickening to fear. Pain. Tears blind my eyes; I cannot move. He smoothes his cool hand across my forehead, relaxing me. He says I am a good girl, he would never hurt me. I believe him. I trust him. I breathe the way he taught me to when I get scared, in and out, steady, calm.
    Master adjusts my bindings, resecuring each ankle with leather cuffs and chains. He tightens the belt around my waist and keeps the clasp chain of my nipple clamps suspended and held tight. Chains linked to chains, heavy ropes of silver hanging from the eaves, my legs spread in a wide V.
    Master draws back, drawing a sharp intake of breath at the sight of me; he inhales the scent of me, beast he is. I am forest flowers freshly dug, dirt still clinging to the roots.
    “Little Red, I am the wolf.”
    He feasts between my feral thighs, licking and sucking my pussy, devouring me. I cannot think; I claw at the rope, howl as his tongue flicks inside my lips bringing me to wild orgasm, again and again, as I growl and thrash, my body pulsating, bucking. He grabs my hips and fucks me with his mouth; over and over, I am moaning with pleasure, each movement pulling and pressing ropes and chains and belts of leather. I beg him to stop, not wanting him to stop, never wanting him to stop, my master, my god.
    Moonlight moves through the curtained window; hours have passed. His eyes flicker across my body, sleek and strong, half-woman, half-wolf; I am panting. He kisses me, my sex on his mouth, and releases me slowly from my bondage. He holds me standing as I sway in subspace, shifting form, emptiness,
being, nonbeing, not knowing who I am, what I am. He rubs a collar of cold link chain against my cunt; cooling the red-hot heat between my legs, making me whimper and cry out, slave.
    Around my neck, a pure silver choke-chain; Master owns me.
    He kisses my lips then pulls the chain attached to the nipple clamps. I wince as he pushes the chain between my sharp teeth. “Take them off,” he says, testing me.
    I bite down, brace myself, and pull up the chain hard; they snap, slaps of delicious pain.
    “Kneel on the bed.”
    I am eager to please him; I want to show him how I love him, how I want to suffer his power and lay in submission at the command of his desire. A hunter, he saved me; a beast, he entered me; a master, he conquered me. I kneel as he disciplines me. Lashes of exquisite touch sting, slap, and tickle. He spanks me red with the palm of his hand.
    He grabs my hair and pulls me up, letting the heavy chain leash fall down my back. Holding the reins of my hair, he ravages me, riding me mercilessly, hitting my flanks with the crop. I whimper and arch my body, wanting more, more. We are savage; we could fuck each other numb. I am fur and claw; he is more