11. Nick

That night, and every night after for the next two weeks, Oona insists I sleep in the bed with her. I’m no longer the faithful dog who’s been banished to the floor. She cuddles me close and curls her tail around my leg possessively as we sleep to the sounds of the forest. On one balmy morning, I rise before her and head down the rope on my own to relieve myself behind some bushes. But it’s still dark, and I forget where Oona’s traps are, and I wind up stepping right into one.

The rope-trap snatches around my ankle and hoists me into the air, leaving me dangling upside down. Naked. I let out a deep groan. Great. Just great. Oona is going to be so annoyed with me, but I have to wake her.

“Oona! Can you hear me? Help!”

It takes all of three seconds for Oona to race down the rope and run to my location. When she sees me dangling helplessly from the tree branch, though, she stops dead in her tracks and starts laughing. So hard she has to hold her stomach from doubling over.

“Yeah. Really funny,” I grumble, and roll my eyes. “Can you get me down? Please, sweetheart?”

She makes her way over to me and gives me a little push. I swing back and forth helplessly.

“That’s not helpful,” I grind out. Oona laughs even harder.

As much as I love making her laugh, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind. But then she grabs my torso to steady me and runs one of her claws across my flaccid cock. Within seconds, I’m hard as steel. Oona’s forked tongue flicks across my head, and I let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan.

“O-Oona … really? Now is not the best time….”

She crouches beside me so we can make eye contact. “Little rabbit got caught in my trap,” she taunts in a gravelly voice that sends a bolt of lightning straight into my core. “What will I do with you? Devour you whole? Or take my time to savor?”

When she stands back up, she gives me a little push again, but she starts to slice into the rope with one of her claws.

“Wait,” I say.

Why did I stop her? This has to be the worst position one could be in to receive head. But dangling helplessly like this, I can’t help but feel drawn to the idea of roleplaying this situation out a bit.

“Please, don’t eat me,” I plead. Oona lets out a groan and runs a palm down her face. Okay, yeah, so my acting is pretty abysmal. She’s got me there. But come on. I’m trying, here.

Oona steps closer, pressing her breasts against my stomach. Oh, fuck. This is just plain mean, now. She’s torturing me on purpose.

“Punishing me for stepping in the trap and waking you up?” I ask.

She flips her dark, wavy hair back behind her shoulder and snickers. That’s a yes.

“Look, I’m sorry. But I had to pee! It was dark and I couldn’t see and?—”

I suck in a sharp gasp as I feel my length go straight into her mouth. So far deep I swear I’m about to hit the back of her throat.

“Oona!” I cry out, and she pats my bare bottom with a loving swat. “Please!”

Her head bobs up and down, not giving me a moment to warm up or process the many sensations coursing through my body. No, she’s going ham on my dick like she really is trying to eat me. And fuck me if I don’t love it. Long, agonizing minutes pass where I’m not sure if I’m going to make it through the experience alive when she finally releases my cock with a wet pop.

I draw in a deep breath as she swings me around in a slow, playful twirl.

“God, don’t stop now! I’m so close,” I whine. This won’t go down in history as my proudest moment, but right now I don’t care. Let her suck me off while I’m hanging like a fruit basket for all I care. Oona’s chuckle is throaty and delicious, and when she takes my length into her mouth again, I clench my eyes tight. “Oona, I can’t— I’m going to come.”

Oona cups my balls in her palm and kneads them gently as she continues to suck. Finally, I come in rapid, hot spurts. She doesn’t pull away or even flinch like I think she’s going to. Instead, she continues bobbing her head back and forth on my cock, taking in every last drop of my cum. And then I drop from the rope.

I let out a strangled cry, but before I can hit the ground, she catches me in her arms and sets me down in the soft grass. My breaths are labored as I try not to look too disheveled, an impossible task considering my predicament. I run a palm across my sweaty forehead and let out a deep groan.

“Thank—thank you, Oona,” I mutter. She gets down in the grass next to me and nuzzles my cheek with her nose.

“My pleasure,” she says, mimicking what I said to her at the bathing pool. “I’m happy to do it.” Then she plants a kiss above my brow, flashes me a cheeky grin, and takes off into the woods.

I scramble to my feet and chase after her. “Hey! Wait up! What about breakfast?”