His Absolute Assignment - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#1) (A Contemporary Romance Novel) (25 page)

He stopped scoffing when she lifted the skirt of her dress and moved aside her panties to show him her glistening cunt.  Stuttering, stumbling, he worked at his pants and barely managed to undo them before she pushed him to the ground and skewered herself on his rising cock.  She ground against him, pressing her clit against his fat stomach, imagining she'd caught the beast and was taming him with her wiles.  The man screwed up her desires by cumming faster than she thought possible, but he did buy the piece of junk she'd showed him for twice what she'd asked, so it wasn't all for naught.

Next, a couple entered the store.  The woman drifted apart from the man, eying random baubles and trinkets.  The man, more practical, asked Danya what the best item in the store was.

"I need it," he said in a whisper, "for an anniversary present for my wife."

Danya nodded knowingly to him and crooked a finger, inviting him to the back room to see the best wares.

That's what he thought, at least.  Before he knew it, and with few objections, he had her bent over a crate and was pounding into her pussy.  He had a nice cock, though too smooth for her to fully pretend it was the beast's.  Better prepared, lasting longer than the other man, he inched Danya closer and closer to her orgasm.  Best yet, he was frantic and wild, wanting to finish with her before his wife caught on that he was gone, and this suited Danya wonderfully.

Her firm breasts pressed against the sanded wood of the crate beneath her and she pretended the man's leather gloved hands were that of the beast.  Her mouth opened into an "O" and she looked up, eyes practically rolling into the back of her head.  Staring at her through the window of the storeroom was an angry looking man with hair covering the entirety of his face and his eyes gleaming a sharp yellow.

Danya's inner depths clenched in orgasm as the beast watched the man's cock drive into her.  He slammed into her one final time before filling her quivering, sucking pussy with his cum.

"Honey?" his wife called from the storefront.  "Where are you?  Have you found anything?  Are you back there?"

The man panicked.  He wiped his cock clean on the skirt of Danya's dress and lifted up his pants, buttoning them fast.  Running out of the backroom, he returned to his wife.

"Oh, no, there's nothing there," he said.  "That shop girl had to run an errand, so she won't return for awhile.  I'm not sure there's anything we want here, anyways.  Did you find something nice?"

"I liked this." she said.  "I think we should get it."  Danya didn't know what it was, but apparently she showed it to her husband.

"Oh.  Yes.  Actually, I've seen a nicer one down the street.  Shall I show you?"

"Alright."

Danya remained on the crate, listening to the tinkle of the bell above the front door as the couple left.  The man's cum soaked into the wood below her crotch.  She stared out the backroom window while the wolfish man watched her.  He bared his teeth and snarled, then ran away.

Danya closed the shop early.  Later, she told her father she was feeling ill.

The next day, stating she needed medicine from the local doctors, Danya instead went to Michael's family's estate.  Not to see Michael, because she still disliked him, but because his place was the closest to the woods.  And the woods were where the mansion by the lake was.

Danya wore a plain brown dress so as not to attract attention.  Beneath that, though, she had on an expensive matching set of panties and a bra.  Both were dyed with small spots and made to look like the fur of some wild animal, a fierce leopard.  It seemed fitting, if she were indeed about to meet the so-called beast.

She didn't know what she expected by going to the mansion, though.  She didn't know if she actually believed the beast existed, either.  Perhaps she'd dreamed everything.  Some odd state of mind.  Supposedly woman became more aroused at certain times of the month, and while she'd never noticed it as desperately as this before, she was starting to believe it was true.

And how would the beast feel if he did find her?  The letter he sent, if he sent it, said he had an urge.  She assumed this was sexual in nature, but maybe not?  He could want to eat her, she supposed.  But, if he had a sexual urge, and he'd watched her fucking another man in the backroom of her father's shop, maybe he'd be angry.  Would he want to devour her instead of fucking her, if that's what he even wanted in the first place?  Would his rage at seeing her with another man overcome his lustful intentions and force him to end her life right then and there?

She didn't really know how that would work.  She didn't know much beyond the fact that as she walked through the woods she felt dreadfully afraid.  Afraid of everything.  The smallest chirp from a cricket caused her to jump and made the hair on her arms stand on end.  When a squirrel skittered in the branches above her, she hid behind a tree.

Yet she continued on.  Enthralled, like a trance, she needed to go and she did.  She must have walked for hours, but it seemed more like ten minutes.  The lake presented itself at her feet, the waters lapping up to lick at her revealed toes above her sandals.  She bent down and touched the water with her fingers then rubbed the cold liquid over her chest and arms to cool her down and calm her nerves.

The ramshackle mansion in the woods was at the other side of the lake.

The beast was standing right behind her.

She turned to look around and saw him, and then she screamed but it was too late.  He ran forward and grabbed her by the waist, picking her up.  Her screams went unanswered in the middle of the woods.  The beast carried her, kicking and screaming, towards the entrance of his mansion.  The gated fence unlocked and opened as if by magic when he approached, and shut after he carried her through.  They ran down the winding path to the front doors of the mansion, and those too opened and closed on their own.

When he had her inside, she'd screamed so much that her throat was dry and parched.  He put her down on a lush, red carpet in the foyer just inside the doors and stared at her.

His nostrils flared, sniffing, but he held his composure and stayed away from her crotch even if his eyes kept darting downwards every few seconds.

She looked at him then, all of him.  He stood on two legs like a human, and appeared mostly human except for the hair covering the entirety of his body.  His legs were strong and muscular and long and he looked like he ran ten miles a day or more.  Up further, his cock stood at attention, the head glistening with precum.  He had less hair here and on his legs and chest, more like a thin layer of fur than anything else.  Actually, now that she saw him up close, the top of his head and his jaw had the most hair, thick and shined.  When she thought on it, he looked almost like a very tanned person with a full beard and thick head of hair; the kind of hair she wanted to run her fingers through and grab and pull him towards her into a passionate kiss.

The beast stood there, letting her inspect him, and then he spoke.  "Sorry," he said.

She looked at him, confused.  "Why are you sorry?"

"I need," he started to say, but his voice cracked.  "I need you.  I have need since I saw you in trees with man."

"Who?" she asked, then answered her own question.  "Oh, Michael."

"He is not good enough," the beast said.

Danya laughed.  Boy, was he right.  Michael definitely wasn't good for much.  "Do you have a name?" she asked.  Becoming bold, she stepped forward and put her hand on his jaw, caressing his face up to his cheek.  "Are you here all alone?"

"Everett," he said.  "Yes.  Alone."

"You need me," she said, slowly.  "What do you need of me?"  She moved closer to him, gently exploring his face with her hand.

"I need."  He stumbled for words, looking unsure of himself.  "I'm sorry," he said before moving his hand to cup her sex.  "I need."

Danya smiled at him.  He was so strong and masculine, the epitome of manliness in her eyes, but so fragile and delicate at the same time, confused and unsure.  "I'm very thirsty," she said.  "Do you have wine?"

"Wine," he said, practically running to fetch it.  "Yes, wine.  I have."

He disappeared from her sights, vanishing down a long corridor and through a doorway.  When he returned, he carried a bottle of wine and two glasses.  The wineglasses looked miniscule in his massive hands and she laughed when she saw them.

"What?" he asked, frowning.

"I don't think we need glasses," she said. 

Taking the glasses from him carefully, she set them aside on a small table by the doors.  He'd uncorked the wine from wherever he'd gotten it, so she lifted the bottle to her mouth and drank deeply.  It tasted rich and luscious, with a hint of a floral scent to it.  Danya swished it around in her mouth, savoring it, then swallowed.  She offered the bottle to Everett and he drank as well, grinning.

"Good?" he asked with that same goofy grin on his face.

"I want you," she said.

The beast transformed.  Wanting to please her before, wanting to gain her acceptance, once he had it he no longer intended to play awkward flirtatious games.  He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her into the air.  Before she knew it, they were in a sumptuous dining hall, her sitting on the end of a table while his pulsing cock prodded against her dress-covered stomach.

"I need," he said.

"Yes," she said.  "You need."

He tried to enter her, but she still had her dress on.  Acting gentlemanly for a second, he struggled to lift off her dress without ripping it with his claw-like fingernails.  She laughed and he looked at her oddly.

"Rip it," she said.  "Tear it all off.  Take me."

He snarled and pulled on her plain brown dress.  His claws sunk into the fabric, never touching her skin, and he shredded it down the sides before tearing it from her.  Now she sat before him in only her leopard-looking bra and panties, ripe and fit for the taking by any true beast.

He stared at her long and hard, taking in all of her, waiting.  He seemed to like just looking at her.  She liked it, too; the mounting tension, palpable between them.  His prodding cock throbbing, pressing against her stomach, but doing no more.  She saw his nostrils flare slightly and got an idea.

Inching away from him for a second, she kicked off her sandals and let them fall to the floor.  He watched her as she slid out of her panties and held onto them.  Grinning at the undergarment, she rubbed it against her slick folds and then lifted it towards him.  He strained to control himself, but finally gave into his urges and drove his nose into her hand and the arousal-scented panties.

Everett went wild, truly a beast.  He rocked against her, his cock sliding up and down her stomach.  She inched forwards again until she was on the edge of the table, and at this angle his cock found the folds of her pussy and slid between them, up and down alongside them.  His cockhead moved between rubbing against her clit to poking at her belly button, and back again, grinding against her, while he sniffed frantically at the panties in her hand.

She tossed them away, across the dining table.  Everett looked at her, frowning, but she remedied this by moving his cock downwards until it barely entered her wet slit.  Danya wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in by the waist, feeling every inch of his shaft as he pressed into her.  Everett, unsure from the loss of the panties, soon found his way again.

He pulled her close to him and filled her with his cock.  Danya winced and screamed out at the size of it, but wanted more and more.  The beast inside of her pulled out fast, then slammed back into her, faster than any man had ever fucked her.  He left her slowly next time, every throbbing vein and twitch from his cock exciting her in tantalizing ecstasy, then he filled her up in the same slow, agonizing fashion.

"I need," she said.  Her hands wrapped around him and her fingernails dug into his back.  "I need!"

Everett teased her, pretending to thrust into her, but stopping halfway.  He repeated this a couple times, smiling at her urgent tugs, until finally he gave in and sheathed his entire cock inside of her.  Danya screamed, yelling out her pleasure, and urging Everett on.  He thrust and pounded into her, the soft fur on his stomach pressing against her clit every time he slammed in, building her up and up to much needed release.

Just as she was about to orgasm, he stopped.  Her mind blanked, confused, frustrated.  When she opened her eyes he was gone and she wanted to shriek in anger, but before she could he had his face buried between her sopping folds.  He sniffed hard, devouring the scent of her arousal with his nostrils.  His tongue moved out to lick at her slit while his nose tormented her clit, rubbing back and forth, digging into her pleasure pearl.

Danya climaxed, fierce and slick.  Everett lapped up her juices and covered his nose with her orgasm's scent.  He kept going, pushing her on and on, until she lay exhausted on the table.

"My fucking god," she said.  "Fuck."

Everett wasn't done with her, though.  He jumped atop the table and gently, but urgently, dragged her to the center of it.  Flipping her so her stomach touched the smooth wood, he hurried behind her and then drove his cock into her sore, abused cunt.  She yelped and squeaked, but grinned at his imperative lust.

The table rocked beneath them.  Bent at his knees with his cock delving into her at an angle, he lowered his arms to her waist and roughly grabbed her hips, fucking her faster, using his entire body to forward his motions.  More crude and crass than any of her previous lovers, she wasn't sure if she could handle him, but she desperately wanted to.  Every time he entered her, he grinded himself inside of her so her crotch and clit rubbed against the smooth wooden table.  Her breasts heaved, squished beneath her, wanting to flatten but too large and pert to do anything but act as cushions for her upper body.

Her whole body ached now, her long walk through the woods and his rough handling of her taking its toll.  He pounded into her and her pleasure rose, but she felt like she needed to rest, too.  She clenched her thighs together, her whole body tensing, and squeezed her orgasm forth, needing it despite her fatigue.  When her pussy tightened, begging for his cock, he bucked into her and howled.