Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Our room for the night was small, only large enough to hold a bed and a small dresser up against the window. But there was no cage, no chains, and no milking machines, so I was happy. Everything about this room felt human, and I was in desperate need of something—anything—human right now.

I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands on my lap while Erik removed his boots. He unbuckled his belt, and I instantly remembered being spanked by it. The cheeks of my ass clenched which then reminded me I had a plug inside of me with a cat tail hanging out. I repositioned my body so I didn't have so much weight on the plug, but there was no way to truly get comfortable.

"Are you tired?" Erik asked as he removed his shirt. His chest was broad and muscled. The ripple on his abdomen, the firmness of his pecs, and the bulkiness of his arms revealed a man who worked hard and engaged in daily manual labor.

One look at Erik with his shirt off, and I knew this was a man who could crush anyone or anything that tried to hurt me. He was strong… that much was obvious, and I liked it.

"Yes." I glanced at the small bed we'd be sharing, and my thoughts must have been written all over my face.

"I'm not going to force you to fuck me, if that's your concern." He drew a deep breath and added, "I'm done forcing you to do anything. I'm not like Marx. As hard as that is to believe. And I'm not like my brother either. I just want to do my thing and be left alone. It just seems that my dark—and very unconventional—world sticks with me. But it's not fair to pull you into that world. And yes, I'm fucked-up in my own way, but I'm trying to break away from all that."

"I don't think you're like them," I said softly.

"We'll get away from here and then figure out the next step for you. I don't know what that is exactly, but we'll find a way for you to leave the island safely."

I shook my head. "No, please, no. I want to stay with you." The words came out fast. Too fast.

He paused, locked eyes with me, but didn't say a word.

I looked toward the floor. "At least for now." I then looked back at the mattress and said, "And you wouldn't be forcing me to fuck you."

My body was on fire from wearing the plug, the spanking, the licking of my pussy, and the loving way Erik had fed me, and clearly making me say things that though I meant, I would have never admitted before.

"Maya…"

"I haven't had any choices in my life."

"You do now."

"Then I'm choosing you."

A long moment of silence stretched out between us. It was clear he was pondering my words. Words uttered by a naked woman sitting only inches before him. He'd have to be the Pope himself to be able to refuse my offer.

"Are you a virgin?"

I nodded as I swallowed back the nervous ball forming in the back of my throat. "That doesn't change my decision."

"Then you know this is going to hurt. I'll try to be as easy on you as I can." He narrowed his eyes, and his jaw locked. "But I don't fuck easy."

"I'm not asking you to."

He removed his pants, and his large, fully erect dick in front of me captured my gaze. Erik was now as completely naked as I was.

"Have you ever seen a cock before?"

I shook my head slowly, still staring at it in fascination. "No."

He gripped it in his hand and took the last few steps toward me. Standing right in front of me, he put the tip of his dick at my lips. "I want you to lick me clean like a good kitty ."

There was no room for question in the way Erik gave his order, but I also felt no reason to object. Sticking out my tongue, I tentatively licked the tip of his cock.

"More," he said as he reached down and grabbed my hand. He placed my palm where his was, silently instructing me to grab a hold of it, which I did.

Remembering how the mama kitty had licked the entire length of my pussy, I followed suit and placed my tongue at the base of his cock as the curly hairs that surrounded it tickled my nose. Very slowly, I licked my way to the very top. The salty taste, the musky scent, and the way he moaned tantalized my senses. It pleased me to know I was giving him pleasure, so I repeated the process over and over, making sure to lick every inch of his hard cock, noticing a clear fluid escape the tiny hole at the head. Whenever I saw this fluid, I made sure to swirl my tongue around and gather every last drop. His moans grew louder, and his penis would flex within my grip each time I did so.

"Place it in your mouth all the way," he commanded.

I did as he asked and opened wide as the weight of his dick rested on my tongue. He took hold of my hair and began to guide my head up and down. I continued this movement, his cock going deeper and deeper into the back of my throat each time.

"I want my entire dick in your mouth. Take all of me."

I tried to do as he asked, but he was much too large for me to do so. When I pulled up, feeling as if I could go no lower, he tightened his grip on my hair and forced my head to go back down, lower than all the other times. I struggled not to gag as the head of his cock pressed on the back of my throat.

"That's it. Take it all."

His praise relaxed me enough that I did as he asked and concentrated on allowing his dick to go even further down my throat until I had all of him in my mouth.

With a loud moan, he pulled completely out of my mouth. "Lie down."

I did as he ordered as butterflies fluttered in my tummy. It was time.

He took hold of my thighs and opened my legs wide as he positioned himself in between them. He sat back so he could look at my sex spread before him.

"You have a beautiful pussy." He placed his fingertip on my clit and circled it gently. I flinched at first but then gasped when electricity sizzled beneath the surface. Running the same fingertip along my folds, he added, "I hate to be the cause of any pain to this sweet thing, but I promise you that after tonight, you will only feel pleasure when I fuck you."

I cried out as I arched my back, not in pain but in need. I wanted it. I wanted Erik to claim me—pain or not.

As he hovered over me, his eyes darkened and his expression turned predatory. He didn't kiss me as I had hoped he would. Instead, he placed his cock at my opening and pressed in. The stretch of my flesh was too much.

"You're too big. I'm not sure I can."

"Shhh, you can take me. You will take me."

He pressed on inch by inch as I moaned. It hurt. It burned. Yet, my body responded by craving more. When he paused, still not all the way in, I took hold of the cheeks of his ass and pulled him even deeper. The excruciating, yet at the same time delightful torture was too much. I couldn't stand the way he inched his way in. I wanted it all. I wanted all of his cock in me now.

With an animalistic growl, Erik pressed in completely. I tensed and cried out as my virginal barrier was broken.

Erik paused and, for the first time, kissed me on the lips. It was gentle, tender, almost as if he were giving me a reward for taking his cock fully. He kept his lower half completely still as he claimed my mouth with his kiss. His tongue danced with mine, capturing my breath with his. My body hummed with life as my pussy adjusted to his girth.

Erik broke the kiss and whispered against my mouth, "This pussy is now mine."

"Yes." I gasped when Erik pulled out his cock then thrust back in.

Over and over, he repeated the action. Pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling. Our bodies danced to the music of our moans and gasps. Erik held me, kissed me, and fucked me until I could only hear my moans, and a burst of energy shot through my core to vibrate against the walls of my pussy. I screamed. I thrashed. I melted as my body pulsed with the most intense pleasure.

Erik grew more aggressive in his thrusts, groaning loudly as he did so. Over and over he took, he claimed, and eventually he exploded his seed inside of me.

There was no turning back.

For several moments we remained frozen by our release. The weight of Erik lying spent on top of me comforted me, as if he was a heavy blanket shielding me from the harsh realities of life that had been thrust upon me. Right now, this moment, I was secure. I was safe. I was under the protection of a man I didn't really know, and yet I felt I knew enough.

"Are you all right?" he mumbled against my ear. His breathing was still labored, and the knowledge that I was the cause of that gave me a sense of accomplishment.

"Yes."

He kissed my neck, rolled off my body, and lay on his side, positioning his body so he could look into my face. He petted my breasts with the softest of strokes. "Are you still frightened?"

"A little."

"Why?"

"The unknown scares me."

"If you could go back to where you came from, would you?" The question was purely hypothetical, for there was no way to return. Going to the U.S. was a one-way ticket. There was no home to welcome me back.

"No. I wouldn't. Nothing could be worse than my life in Moscow."

Erik nodded slowly, looking sad as he did so. "I'm not sure I can offer much better."

"What's it like where we're going?"

"Hard work, but safe. The northern part of Heathens Hollow is isolated, and not many live up there. It's untouched in many places, but the process of living off the land and off-grid takes time."

"Is that why you and your brothers steal?" I didn't like that he was a criminal, and I wondered if I could get past that. My father hadn't given me much, but what he had was a strong moral code. I believed in right and wrong. Black and white. I didn't like gray.

"Yes. It's not something I'm proud of. When I came to Heathens Hollow, my intention was to live a good life, not just survive. Up to now, it's been all about survival. Much like how I grew up. I'm in a constant battle of turning down fast cash and earning it the honest way. My demons haunt me no matter how much I try to resist." His eyes locked with mine. "Like with you. I should have let you and the others go, but I didn't pick that battle with my brothers, and frankly… I didn't want to."

"You were all right. What was waiting for us? Nothing good. We all knew that."

"We were treating you like possessions, and that was fucked." He glanced around the room then returned his attention to me. "But the truth of the matter is I'm fucked. I may not exactly be like Marx, but I'm not that far off. He's a kinky motherfucker, and I can't say I'm not either."

My face heated at his words, and I needed to change the subject from talk of these kinks .

"What would happen if you were caught robbing the Poseidon shipments?"

He smirked. "I think you know the answer to that."

He leaned down to kiss one of my nipples and then the other. "But I'm trying to stop. Those days are behind me from now on. And if you're really wanting to go with me to my place, you can. The invite is there. It's an invite. Not a mandate."

"Thank you. I'd like to go." I would leave out the part that I didn't exactly have many options anyway. But aside from that, I genuinely wanted to at least go and see.

"I'm not saying it will be easy, but we'll manage."

"I'm a hard worker. Being the daughter of a strict father, I had no choice. I can help."

"Okay, let's get some sleep. We still have a ways to go tomorrow." He got out of bed and went over to the dresser. After opening the top drawer, he pulled out a towel and came back to where I still lay motionless. "I'm going to clean you up and take out your tail."

He brought the towel between my legs and wiped my juices and his cum from my pussy. He then reached for the base of the plug and pulled it out. I squealed and flinched in pain. The coming out hurt almost as much as the going in.

"Come now, my little pet. This is a very small tail," he said, mimicking Marx's voice. He chuckled and gave me a smirk.

"It doesn't feel small." Both my holes were tender from their invasions. A dull ache was present, yet a dark part of me wanted both my holes filled again. I didn't like the void as much as I thought I would.

He chuckled. "Well, I advise you to be a good little kitty, or you will find out just how small that tail is."

"Wait… what?" My voice cracked as I asked the question. He couldn't be serious, could he? I didn't know him well enough to read his tone of voice.

"You were such a cute kitty." He finally laughed, telling me he was indeed joking. His mischievous smile made me smile in return. I liked the playful energy between us. It was nice.

I rolled my eyes. "Not funny."

"I think it is."

Erik tossed the towel and tail to the floor then reached for the blankets, pulling them over our nude bodies. Cradling me in his arms as he had done by the campfire, he whispered, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I responded, also in a whisper as I snuggled my body up against his. His flaccid cock rested against my ass, and instead of being frightened by it, I only felt security.