Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 2) (7 page)

“Are you ok?” he whispered.

“Absolutely,” she said. Slowly, he started to move inside her. The sensation was incredible. Her nerve endings were inflamed, and she was completely filled by him. Each stroke brought a fresh burst of pleasure. He started to thrust more deeply, grinding on her with his hips pressing hard against her ass and his hands cupping her breasts firmly. Her breath came in gasps and moans that seemed outside of her control. The butting of his hips tipped her body forward in a blissful rocking motion that was quite hypnotic. She was abandoned to the waves of pleasure radiating all over her body, from the epicenter of her pussy. As he increased his tempo, she started to get the little spasms that told her an orgasm was near. One of his hands came up and twisted into her hair, while his other hand pinched her nipple. The unexpected sparks of pain made her cry out and at the same time
tipped her over the edge.
She came, in a deep, overwhelming climax, helpless against the contractions that exploded in her body, darkening her vision. Lost in her pleasure, she was barely aware The Wolf was about to come as well, until his teeth bit into her neck again, and he orgasmed with one final, powerful thrust and a roar that echoed around the forest.

Gradually, their breathing returned to normal and Isabel became aware of the silence in the woods. The intensity of their sex seemed to have scared even the birds away. The Wolf eased himself out of her. He twisted around her body and kissed her on the lips. She tasted the saltiness of his perspiration, and his mouth was cool in comparison to the heat coming off his body.

“I think I enjoyed that even more than last time,” he said.

“Glad I’m not the only one,” Isabel said. She pushed back against him and straightened her body up. Her limbs were shaking as she turned to face him. “That was pretty intense,” she said laughing.

“It was,” he replied. He stretched, flexing the muscles in his torso, and shook himself. “Whew, I’m pretty hot. We can wash in the river soon, if you like?”

“Maybe,” she replied, happy at the thought of another dip in the cool water. He picked up her dress and put it inside the car.

“Let’s leave it here for later,” he said.

“Ok,” she said, and shrugged. Then he took a backpack out of the trunk.

“Meat,”
he commentated, with a grin.

They started to walk towards the campsite, Isabel picking her way carefully through the dense foliage. Night was falling, but the visibility was good. It was nice still being naked, but a little exposed.

“Don’t hikers come this way from time to time, or boy scouts, who might, you know, catch us walking around as naked as the day we were born?” she asked. The Wolf gave a short, growly laugh.

“Isabel, there’s no-one within three miles of here!”

“But how can you know that?”

“I just do. Can you trust me on this?”

“Ok,” she replied. He was looking at her softly, amused rather than annoyed.

Finally the campsite was in view. Isabel skipped toward it in delight. The animal skins were still by the fire site, but when she got close she could tell the ashes were cold.

“You don’t come here every day?”

“No. I would if I could, but sometimes I don’t have the time.” He put the bag down at the edge of the fire site. “I’ll go and collect some wood for the fire,” he said and was already striding away from the clearing again.

“Do you need any help?” Isabel called after him.

“Yes – you can find some smaller branches if you want,” he shouted. Isabel looked around. It was getting dark more quickly than she’d expected. She walked to the edge of the clearing where there looked to be some branches piled up. Away from the fire site, the heat seemed to have been snatched out of the day. Gooseflesh sprang out over her arms again, and her bare nipples became erect. She gathered a couple of armfuls of wood and brought them to the fire. When she went back into the woods a third time, Peter called to her,

“I’ve got enough now, Bella. Where are you?”

“Over here,” she called.

“Come back!” he shouted, but a mischievous impulse came over her.

“Come and get me!” she yelled.

“What?”

“I need rescuing!” She slipped behind a broad-trunked tree, keeping it between herself and the campsite.

“Seriously?” he shouted. Giggling, she pressed herself against the tree, the bark grazing her nipples and belly, and waited. Before long she could hear Peter stepping through undergrowth in the distance. “Isabel?”

“Come and find me,” she yelled. He was getting closer. There was a delicious frisson in being hunted and a thrill of fear prevented her from peeking to see how far away he was.

“Isabel!” His voice was very close now. Without knowing which direction he was coming from, she burst from her hiding place and sprinted for the opposite side of the campsite. He had been on her left, and he came after her. As she ran, she looked over her shoulder at him. He was loping rather than sprinting and she saw the flash of his teeth in the darkness. Good, he seemed to be enjoying himself too. She speeded up, but he caught up with her quickly, and soon he was on her back. She dodged left and gained a few yards, and left again, and then right. At last, he caught her by some trees near the rock, seizing her by the waist. His teeth snatched at her neck for a second and let go again and he pulled her down in a tackle, cushioning her body against the ground with his. They fell to the earth laughing. Isabel was out of breath.

“That was fun!” she gasped.

“Yes it was,” he said in a low, purring voice. “You really gave me a run for my money there. I didn’t expect you to be so fast!”

“I used to run track, you know,” Isabel replied.

“Wow! You did? What distances?”

“100 and 200 meter dash, of course, that’s why I’ve got an ass like this!” she said, laughing.

“I love your ass,” Peter said, stroking one of her cheeks. He and Isabel were now snuggled in a spooning position, propped up on their elbows. “You’re like a gazelle,” he said, stroking her thigh, and looked down at her with something approaching tenderness. “Quick and strong, but fragile as well. My little gazelle.” His tone was almost crooning and Isabel’s body twitched, surprised at his softness.

“A gazelle and a wolf together,” she said. “I think I know how that story ends.”

“A wolf? You call me a wolf?”

“Maybe,” she said, blushing beetroot. He laughed loudly, throwing his head back.

“Is that funny?”

“Kind of. I’ve been reading about your Big Bad Wolf actually.” His pelvis made a small movement and Isabel realised that he’d grown hard again, his cock pressing against the cleft of her ass. “Perhaps I’ll show you what happens to little girls who go wandering off in the forest!” he said, his voice taking on a playfully sinister tone. Isabel froze, a cold thrill running through her. He was joking, of course he was. But she had no idea what he meant, and this was enough to make her nervous.

Peter pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the trees. There was one with roots that spread out wide around its base, like tangled knitting. He deposited her on top of one of the root clusters, turning her so she was facing the trunk of the tree. She put her hands against the trunk to balance herself and looked for him over her shoulder, but she couldn’t see him from that angle.

“I should punish you for running away from me,” he said, and swatted her ass with his hand. Isabel gasped, and at the same moment thought that this was something that she might enjoy quite a lot. Being spanked was a fantasy she’d been having since she was in her teens.

Instead, Peter stood close behind her, grasped her by her hips, and in a fluid movement, pushed himself inside her. The gasp Isabel let out this time was almost a scream. She’d been unprepared for so abrupt an entry. Peter was still for a moment, allowing her to adjust herself around him, and then he began to thrust, slowly. He made a sound a lot like a growl next to her ear. Isabel shuddered. His evident pleasure was very arousing to her. What he was doing to her was also starting to feel really good. She liked this position; it was intense without being too deep. His hands came around and cupped her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples into fiery points. One hand slid down to her clit, and, as his hardness slipped in and out of her, he circled it softly. The teeth on her neck were replaced by his tongue, licking at the beads of perspiration breaking out on her skin. She moaned and sighed, overwhelmed by so much of her body being pleasured at once. Involuntarily, she arched her back and he responded, moving faster and harder, his hips butting against her ass, going deeper and deeper inside her.

“How’s your punishment, Bella?” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“It’s great!” she exclaimed. As suddenly as he’d entered her, he pulled out.

“Well, we have to stop for now,” he said.

“What?” she yelped. Instead of answering, he stepped away and walked over to the fire site, leaving her leaning against the tree. Isabel turned and watched him go. He was still hard and she was very confused.

“Are you mad at me?” she shouted to him.

“No. But we need to have dinner,” he shouted back. Isabel turned her back to the tree and leaned against it, watching him. She’d been so turned on, and he’d left her hanging. Frustration crackled through her body.

“Do you need any help?” she called, failing to keep a sulky tone out of her voice.

“No, I’m good,” he replied. He positioned the logs they’d collected around the fire site and lit a flame that caught quickly. Then he went over to his bag and pulled out a wire rack with what looked like a stand attached to it. He set it over the fire and took some containers out of his bag. A breeze blew through the trees and Isabel shivered. She hadn’t noticed how cold she was until now. She picked her way down through the knotted roots and walked over to the fire. The Wolf looked up at her.

“Glad you could make it,” he said, and her annoyance immediately dissolved into laughter. She sat down on one of the furs and he passed her another one to wrap around herself. He reached into the bag again and pulled out some wine and two cups. He filled the cups and passed one to her. It had a heady aroma, and she took a cautious gulp. It was rich and delicious. Peter bumped his cup against hers.

“From Romania, with love,” he said.

“This is Romanian wine?”

“Yes. I get it imported. It’s some of the best in Europe, but hardly anyone knows this.”

“I’m very impressed. My experience of European wine extends to French, Italian and Spanish.”

“Our wine is purer. We don’t use lots of fertilizers that contaminate the land.”

‘So, it’s like, organic?”

“Yes, exactly,” he said. Isabel took a bigger gulp and watched as he took some meat out of the bag and put it on the wire rack, just out of reach of the flames. On an empty stomach, the alcohol was making her pleasantly woozy. Before long, a delicious scent of barbecued steak filled the air.

“How do you like it?” Peter asked. “And please don’t tell me ‘well done’?”

“No – rare works for me.”

“Perfect.” Peter snatched the steaks from the grill and put them on metal plates. Then he produced a salt and pepper grinder from somewhere and seasoned them well.

“You think of everything!” Isabel said.

“I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed the experience of having dinner out here,” he replied, with a flicker of self-consciousness. “I’ve got salad too.” Plastic containers of beans, tomatoes and cucumbers were tipped onto her plate, and he passed her some cutlery. Isabel took another gulp of her wine and cut into the meat. It was incredible, by far the best steak she’d ever tasted. Peter acknowledged her praise, looking pleased.

They spoke little as they ate, Isabel consumed by the full sensual experience of the barbecue in the forest. He ate quickly, with pleasure, and Isabel noticed that his portion was three times the size of hers, but he still finished before she did.

“Your appetite would put all my guy friends to shame!” she couldn’t resist saying.

“Oh, really?” He seemed embarrassed. “I burn a lot of energy, I guess.”

“It wasn’t a criticism, I was more impressed. I like a guy with a healthy appetite,” she said, laying a hand on his thigh. He smiled at her.

“Let’s digest for a while,” he said, and took her plate from her. He moved all the food utensils away from them, and pulled her down onto the skins, holding her from behind. Isabel sighed, absolutely content. Looking straight up, she could barely make out the stars in the sky between the tree branches and the moon was off-center and obscured by a cloud. Everything else away from the fire was blackness. It was soothing being safe in the arms of The Wolf in the midst of the dark unknown. After a while, Peter began to hum a tune, something ancient and foreign-sounding. It was beautiful and sad and lonely, and it went on for a long time without any break or noticeable change to another tune.

“Did you like it when I smacked your ass, Bella?” he asked suddenly. Isabel’s breath caught in her chest. A
dart of fire shot all the way down between her thighs. No-one had asked her about her darkest fantasies before, and she felt like she didn’t have enough breath to answer him.

“Yes,” she managed at last. His hand moved onto her ass, and he stroked both of her firm, high globes.

“I had the feeling you did,” he said. “Have you done this before?”

“No,” she said in a small voice.

“Ah, just a fantasy.” He continued stroking her ass. It was arousing, relaxing and vulnerable all at the same time. She held herself motionless, hoping as much as fearing he was going to spank her again.

“Maybe I would hurt you too much, Bella,” he growled in her ear. She made a sound, unsure what to articulate, thinking of the hugeness of his hands. Gradually, so she’d barely noticed, he’d maneuvered her body so that she was on her front, lying over his thighs. His fingertips continued to trace over her cheeks, writing letters, maybe entire words. “Why did you make a profile on the website?” he asked.

“Uh – ” Isabel faltered, stunned by the question. Her head swam as she tried to piece together an answer. “I’ve always had a thing for being dominated, like, someone else fully taking control of me.”