Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Not good enough. You’ve been a bad little girl. I’m going to have to show you what happens to bad little girls.” He slapped the flogger on his bare thigh and let out a surprised yelp. “Ow!”
She tried not to snicker, she really did, but it slipped out anyway. Not exactly the smartest thing she’d ever done. He looked at her, anger and lust in his eyes, and she knew she was in trouble.
Slinking toward her, he reminded her of an animal who thought to play with his helpless prey before he moved in for the kill. “Thought that was funny, did you?”
Swallowing, she said, “Uh, well, yeah. It was funny.” She stuck her chin up in defiance.
“I think it’s time I taught you a lesson.” Ralph advanced on her and something inside her snapped… just as the door to the isolated room burst open.
* * *
The second Drake stepped into the little room, he knew he was going to have to kill Ralph. But first, he’d make him suffer for each bruise on Hazel’s beautiful body. The only surprise was that she was still fully clothed.
The next second, he realized what was about to happen. Hazel looked mad as hell. What he’d said to her before she left with Ralph came screaming back at him and he said the first thing that came to mind.
“Hazel! Don’t turn him into a --”
“Ribbit. Ribbit.”
All that leather lay in a pile at Hazel’s feet. In the crotch of the trunks, a little blob jumped, never quite freeing itself.
Neither Hazel nor Drake said anything for a few heartbeats. Then, Hazel sighed. “Well, it looks bigger now than it did before.”
Drake approached the jumping shorts with caution. Did toads have teeth?
“Ribbit. Ribbit.”
Carefully, he nudged the scrap of black leather and, sure enough, a little brown toad jumped away from Hazel. Pausing to look back over its shoulder, the large toad bounced its butt out the opened door.
“Ohmygod!”
“It’s okay, Hazel.”
“No, it’s not okay! I just turned the sheriff into a toad! How am I going to explain this?”
“You’re not.” Drake took a step toward her. “You won’t have to. Ralph will go to the Witches’ Coven and they’ll fix him. Well --” He chuckled. “-- once they’ve had a good laugh at his expense.” He looked Hazel up and down. Damn! She looked scrumptious! He wasn’t normally into bondage, but seeing her stretched out, her breasts thrust forward, her pussy open for his, err, viewing -- well, it would be once he removed her clothing. “All you need to worry about is how long it will take me to adjust these straps to a little more comfortable level before I, uh, adjust your clothing.” He held up his hand, thumb and forefinger only slightly apart. “Just a little bit.”
Chapter Six
“Uh, Drake?” Hazel tried to ignore the surge of lust that shot straight to her pussy. Would he really strip her down while she was tied up? “Shouldn’t we be getting out of here?”
His grin was nothing short of predatory. “Why? We’re secluded. If I hadn’t possessed the senses of a wolf, you two wouldn’t have been disturbed for a very long time.”
“Uh, yeah. Well, wouldn’t you have a better time if I could participate?”
“Nope. I think I like you just the way you are.”
“But what if I don’t want to stay like this?”
Again, that wolfish grin. “You’d be a little more convincing if I couldn’t smell you from across the room. I’ll bet your cunt is dripping, and I didn’t smell it before I suggested this little foray into the depraved.” He eased toward her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hazel was a little scared, but Drake was right -- she was excited.
“Oh, really?” He stopped inches from Hazel, trailing a finger down the row of buttons on her shirt before dipping into her sweats. Hazel hissed through her teeth and Drake raised an eyebrow. “Hmm. What have we here?”
Hazel knew what he was referring to. The flesh of his fingers slid easily against the wet, slick flesh of her cunt. “Ah, Drake?” Her voice was so shaky and breathless it didn’t even sound like her own. “Untie me and we’ll go back to your place -- or mine -- anywhere you want.”
“I ‘want’ right here, with you at my mercy.”
Hazel expected he would rip the shirt from her body. Instead he slid each button through the buttonhole carefully, never taking his eyes from hers. The edges of the shirt caught the tips of her breasts and his finger again traced the pattern it had earlier, but on her bare skin this time. She shivered, and a small whimper escaped her throat.
“Oh, God! Drake. What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m giving you a tour of the wilder side of sex. After all, I am a wolf.”