Tori
I laid there on the ground, panting as she closed the cage, as that lock clacked shut again.
I couldn't stop her. From any of it. She had taken me. The moon had called me, somehow, and my body had answered.
And it had been the best sex of my life. She was no fumbling lover. She was the alpha my body craved, and it responded to her song against my will.
She had made me her puppy.
"Fuck... " I panted between each word, still gasping for breath like each one might be my last. "You."
She reached through the bars, grabbing a handful of my hair and lifting, bringing my eyes up to meet hers. Some touch of the moon still lingered in me, it must.
Because I liked it.
"Wrong, puppy." She let go, letting my head drop as she humiliated me. "I fucked you."
The moon had let go, the heat of the Blood Moon had passed... but when she grabbed my hair, it was like it had never left.
My breath quickened, my body quivered in anticipation, and I craved her lips on mine.
I worked just to lift my arm, to weakly push against her. But it was pointless. Her arm had withdrawn before I could even touch her.
My words felt hollow. "You.. fucking.. bitch. I'll.. kill you." I didn’t want to kill her. I wanted her hands on me again. I wanted her nails digging into me, I wanted her hand in my hair, I wanted her inside me.
"I guess you're sort of right." Gwen stood, stepping away for a moment, coming back with water bottles. "I was fucking a bitch. She begged me to though."
I didn’t answer, my shame burning my cheeks, mingling with my desire. She had fucked me, I had been a bitch in heat, and she had given me everything I wanted. And the truth was, even the shame I felt in that moment curled in my belly as fresh arousal. Her dominance was so sensual, her control wasn’t blunt force, it was a teasing, encouraging touch.
It was delicious.
"You had a chance to kill me and instead you humped my leg and followed me upstairs." I shrugged and quickly finished the entire bottle. "Could have escaped, but you wanted to be fucked more."
My face ignited, crimson flames of shockingly enjoyable humiliation at the unfettered truth she assaulted me with.
She had fucked me like a bitch. I had begged for it.
I buried my face in my hands, mortified and delighted, and confused.
"It was your witchcraft... fuck you Gwen. It was the moon... "
"Well, which was it?" I could hear the amusement in her voice as she responded. "The moon that isn't up or the witchcraft I didn't do? Or are you just going to keep blaming things until you find one that finally makes sense? So you can pretend that it wasn’t the truth - you were just horny. Maybe it was aliens."
My fingers longed to drift down to my mound, but I couldn’t bear the shame of her seeing that, even now, her stinging words were arousing. And she didn’t stop.
"Or maybe you finally found your place. Getting to be a good girl, getting lots of pets. Getting to enjoy a cage and a collar that you wanted deep down." I gave her another smile. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"This is not my place." I snapped at her, laying helplessly in the cage. I couldn't move. I could barely lift my arm to take the water bottle. Futilely, I tried to save some scrap of my dignity. "I don't want to be here. I don't want you to touch me. It wasn't me... "
She didn't understand, it was an animal instinct. It was a need. I didn't want it... my body did.
"Really?" With surprising gentleness, she reached through the bars and pushed the water bottle closer, into my hand. "That's the funny thing about werewolves. You talk about freedom, but you're a slave to your instincts. A human can lie and pretend. But your wolf side wants what it wants. Your wolf's instinct was simply too strong for you to pretend it wasn't what you wanted. It forced the truth out of you. You tried to pretend that you didn't like your cage and your collar. Eventually your wolf side got fed up and demanded you enjoy yourself."
...what if she was right?
The words embedded themselves in my brain. Your cage. Your collar.
But I didn't like the cage and collar, I didn’t want them. Did the wolf? At times, I felt things from the wolf that were alien to me, the thrill of the hunt, the taste of a fresh kill, the feeling of the cold air in my fur.
But I was the wolf. The wolf was me.
"Shut up. Just... shut the fuck up."
"A great rebuttal." Again she reached through the bars of the cage, patting me on the head condescendingly. "I think we've established the pecking order, and your wolf side agrees with it. It doesn't want to be in charge, it wants to follow. Unlike you, it understands its place in this pack. It's already submitted to me. Why reject your instincts?"
"Shut up!" I screamed at her, it was the only thing I could do. With all of the effort I could muster, I rolled over into my side and curled up. Fang and Spike had called me puppy. They said my wolf looked like a dog. What if she was right and that was what my wolf wanted? "Shut up, shut up, shut up...."
I tried so hard to block her words from my mind, clenching my eyes closed and trying to shut out the world. This world where I was laying on my side in a cage, a collar around my neck, panting and spent from the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. From being fucked in a way that my body had been begging for twice a year for four years. Alpha had never let my wolf feel satiety on the Blood Moon, she always said I wasn’t ready. She had taken every opportunity to keep me away from other wolf packs, especially around those times of the year. Maybe it was to protect me after all…
Maybe it was just that I wasn’t ready to handle the truth that Gwen was showing me.
I was a bitch. I wanted to get fucked, controlled, bound, caged, collared, and humiliated.
Thankfully she walked away, leaving me alone in my confusion, my mind reeling and my very identity challenged. It was hard to think. It was hard to breathe.
It was hard to ignore the pleasant glow in my body, how deeply pleased my wolf was. How I had never felt more satisfied and how I didn’t know how to feel about that.
"Here." She reached through the bars yet again, this time to push some stuffed thing into my arms. She did this gently, with a kindness in her voice that hadn’t been there a moment ago, the kindness I had heard when she held me after I had passed out. While she was caring for me. "You have water and snacks within reach. Take some time to rest. I'm going to head upstairs."
Gwen had given me so much that I hadn’t known I needed. Kindness, tenderness, and pleasure I had never imagined. How could I imagine something that had been so alien, so absent from my life?
But I wasn’t ready to admit that to her. She was already smug enough as it was. She was already lording this over me, I couldn’t tell her that… I needed it.
"Fuck you." The curse was half-whispered. Maybe she was doing me a service after all, but as the glow faded, I hated her. I hated her for what she did to me.
I hated even more that she might be right.
I remembered every moment of what happened. How I had crawled behind her, how I had called myself a good girl. How I had begged her to touch me. How she had fucked me like the animal I was.
And all I could do was lay there and remember it.
Again, time had no meaning down here. I could only tell time was passing because slowly, so slowly, I was recovering. I was able to move again. When I could, I drank the water. and tore the fucking teddy bear to shreds - wishing I could tear apart the feelings that stormed inside of me just as easily.