Free Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 2) by Ariana Hawkes Page B

see was the blackness of the woods. She was all alone, as defenseless as a prey animal, prone in the forest with no-one to protect her. What if an animal found her – like a real wolf, for example? The urge to curl up into a ball and pull the other skin over her was overwhelming. But Peter had told her to stay where she was. She pressed her face into her palms, fears of predators crowding into her mind. A whisper of breeze blew over her body, chilling the damp place between her legs and, despite her proximity to the fire, she was cold again. She started to count the seconds to keep her thoughts from running away with her.
    When she got to 173, there was a crashing sound in the distance. It should be Peter, but it could be anything at all. She began to tremble. Unable to contain herself any longer, she lifted her head up, in time to see Peter bounding over to her.
    “Isabel! What’s wrong?” he said, catching sight of her panic-stricken face.
    “I was really scared by myself,” she said, hearing the childishness in her own voice.
    “Oh, I’m sorry!” he threw himself to the ground next to her. She picked up the scent of fresh perspiration, as if he’d been running. “You were perfectly safe here. You have to trust me.” She met his eyes, with a “but” half-formed on her lips. “Trusting me is part of the submission I require from you,” he said in a harder voice. She nodded minutely.
    “Ok,” she said. “I’ll remember this.” He brushed a lock of her caramel-red hair out of her face.
    “Good,” he said. “Have some more wine. It’ll relax you again.” He refilled her glass and passed it to her and she drank deeply. “Now you can lie on your back.”
    Isabel turned onto her back and looked up at The Wolf, as he cast a long glance over her body, lingering on her breasts and the tiny dark strip of hair on her Mount of Venus. He crouched above her, huge and muscle-bound, and Isabel could see that he was hard again and ready for her. She reached out to touch his cock, and instantly that fierce, animal look came into his eyes again. He swatted her hand away. He had something in his hand. She’d been too preoccupied imagining being attacked by wild animals to wonder what he’d been doing while he was gone. She could see now that was a piece of fabric. He stretched it between his hands, and leaned towards her.
    “I’m going to keep you blindfolded while we have sex,” he said, and his face became deadly serious. “Isabel, it’s very important that you don’t peek. If you see any light coming from under the blindfold, you must close your eyes. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” she said, and he tied the blindfold over her eyes, knotting it firmly behind her head.
    “Can you see anything?” he asked.
    “No,” she replied. “But please don’t leave me!” He laughed softly.
    “I won’t. I promise.”
    The Wolf didn’t touch her immediately, but she was reassured by the contact of his knees against the insides of her thighs. Deprived of one of her senses, the other four were heightened, and she became hyper aware of the scent of his body and the slight catch in his breathing that was almost a growl. She tried to relax and savor the moment. It was very hot lying like this, naked and vulnerable, waiting for Peter to claim her body, not knowing where he’d touch her next.
    The soft flickering of his tongue on her right nipple drew a shudder out of her, and his hand came up to cup her breast. He began to suck her nipple, drawing it into his mouth, his fingers gently kneading. His other hand went to her left breast, and she sighed in pleasure. The grazing of his sharp teeth shot comets of arousal all the way down to her clit. His mouth moved to her other breast, and he took his time bathing it in little licks, before taking the whole nipple into his mouth. He rolled her other nipple between his fingers, creating an equal heat. Isabel’s arousal was building and building, and she burned for him to