Bear Shifters: Hunt Collection #2 (13 page)

Chapter
Six: First Submissions and Surprise Visits

As the days passed, Mercy's coughs had weakened and her vigor was returning. The sneezing had stopped and soon she was right as rain again. They had shared movies and popcorn, even a few laughs in those nights and days. There were a few nights when the hour grew late and the laughs grew hard that they fell into each other. They'd hug at night before retiring to their rooms. Once, there was a kiss at breakfast. It was all going well until the conversation turned to Jackson.

"I've not heard much from him. Very few texts. He says he misses me and loves me but then goes days before messaging me again."

"Well, it's Jackson. Jackson only thinks of himself, really." Morgan couldn't help the icy tone his voice took.

"That's not true, you're just bitter. Jackson told me you've always resented him because he had someone and you didn't."

Oh yea, Jackson had several someones.

Morgan turned, eyes glaring, and nearly spat out the words, "You think I'm jealous of that douche bag?"

"I'm just saying you seem pretty hateful when the topic turns to him."

"Probably because you deserve to be treated better, Mercy. I mean the man plowed through a cheerleading squad while he dated you. You deserve to be special and you weren't to him."

"Yea, I'm so special I deserve to be kidnapped and held against my will, right?" She hurled the words at him, ignoring for a moment the sting of his cheerleading squad comment.
That isn't true, is it?

"Mercy, you've got it pretty good here. I'm just trying to save you from yourself."

"Well it looks like kidnapping to me."

"If I wanted to hold you against your will, you'd be held to my standards and not your own."

"Well man up and hold me to your standards, then."

It was a brash thing to say, one Morgan knew she had no idea of what she was saying. His hand twitched wanting to spank her; a vein popped in his neck as it pulsed with the thoughts of nipple clamps and violet wands. The rising need in him signaled his bear who started to roar to life.

"Then I shall," he said as she picked her up and carried her to the basement ignoring her squirms.

Mercy looked around the dimly lit room that held a safe, a few bars on the ceiling and floor, as well as a strange chair in the corner.

"Okay Mercy, here are the ground rules. Do not address me as Morgan, you are to address me as Sir, because I'm the head of this household and deserve a miniscule amount of respect from you. One day you'll see I did this to save you, not to punish you." Morgan spoke softly and evenly as he paced in front of her.

"Alright," Mercy answered, much too softly for the amount of yelling she'd done earlier. She had no idea what to think and truth be known, a small part of her was very interested to see how this played out.

"Alright, what?"

A soft sigh escaped her as she added, "Alright,
Sir
."

"Just remember one thing throughout this Mercy, I do these things not to tear you down, but to build you up. Let's start, shall we?" he asked with a smile on his face. He went to a small safe in the wall of this room and brought out a small black leather satchel. A modicum of fear quivered through her.
Morgan would never really hurt me, would he?

"Now, Mercy, I want you to sit in this chair, and remember, respect me at all times." He said to her, as he patted a gothic looking chair in a far corner.

She sat down, facing away from him as he was behind her already removing items from the satchel that she was unable to see. The sounds made her anxious and for the first time since her arrival at Morgan's home, she felt a small trickle of fear.

"I'm going to tie your hands back behind the chair now. I'll be gentle and promise you it won't hurt, but I don't need you to squirm around. I also don't need you to speak to me unless I ask you a direct question. Understood?" Again, his voice soft and like melted caramel.

For a brief moment she thought of Jackson.

Vanilla Jackson who believed that a wild night consisted of having sex in the shower or doing her from behind. While she loved him, or thought she did, she was already more excited by what Morgan had planned than she was after an entire evening with Jackson.

He tied her hands to each post of the specially made chair, as well as secured her ankles to the legs of it. He snaked a rope through the chair. The rope lie serpentine around each leg, each arm, and bound her abdomen. A softer, small rope went around each breast, wrapping it securely. A small sigh escaped her after he was done with that section. She had no concept of time, as the slow and methodical binding of her was intense and heady.

After the ropes were bound and her breasts were wrapped with the rope, he dug into his bag again, taking out a small electrical device she'd never seen.

"Now Mercy, right now you have a choice. You can stop whatever happens in the next few hours and we go on our passive existence living in this house together with you filled with hatred and preconceived notions. Or you can allow it, agree to it, perhaps even enjoy it. You can give in and see what it is that I'm wanting to give you. It is up to you completely now."

"Sir, I believe I'd like to continue." The meek, tiny voice barely was audible. Small goose bumps pricked her skin as a shiver of excitement ran through her body.

"Very well then, let's get a gag on you. You won't need to talk anymore." He said, smiling, as he reached again into the bag to take out a leather gag that had a curious metal ring in the front. While it bound her mouth to where she couldn't speak, it also fixed her mouth in a constant O position.

"If at any time you want things to end, you've only to tap your left foot three times or, if I've ungagged you by then, say the word 'kumquat' and I'll stop. Understood?"

She nodded as her eyes held a wicked look.
She's enjoying this
, he thought to himself.

Morgan came over to her after he fixed the gag on, and lightly grazed each nipple with a fingernail tip. While she knew that Jackson would frown on this behavior, she had never wanted someone more in her life than she did Morgan at that moment.

He bowed down in front of her and to each nipple affixed a weighted clip. It was a constant tug, put an exquisite arousal through her. When he was done with that, he went back to that curious electronic box and started rearranging wires. Each wire went to a different item. One small bullet-like vibrator he placed in her mouth long enough to wet it and then slid it effortlessly into her ass while the larger, longer vibrator went into her pussy, wet and waiting. Then, lastly, another clip attached to her clit.

He moved a chair over in front of her and took the control box.

"Now Mercy, I want you to answer my questions quickly. If you take too long to think about them, I'll be answering them for you."

She felt alternating vibrations throughout her body, pulsing from her quivering ass, to her dripping pussy, to her hard clit. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt. She started to flush and sigh a bit as the waves of pleasure started to come. It was when she began to moan that the controls flipped off.

"Mercy, is this pleasurable to you?" he asked, as she quickly nodded.

"Do you want more of this?" Again, she couldn't nod quick enough in hopes of more of the deliciousness she'd never experienced before. Morgan was awakening sensations she didn't even know she had.

"Then you're going to suck me, dearest, until I shoot down that pretty little throat of yours. Then I may let you cum, too."

He slid his shorts downward, flicking them off one foot into the corner of the room. His cock was large, long, and curved a bit to the side. He went over to her and slipped it inside the cock ring in her mouth gag, moving it in and out of her lips. She started to feel the slightest tingle in her ass, as he had flipped one of the switches on. Her eyes went wide as the sensations hit her, warming her to her very core.

The harder he pushed his massive member in and out of her mouth, the more intense the vibrations came, alternating again between pussy and ass. He kept this up, alternating between slow and gentle pushes and intense pounding. Finally, he took her face in his hands, and fucked it hard and fast, grunting with each thrust.

He grabbed a handful of her soft hair and spoke directly into her ear, saying "I'm going to take a few minutes and cum down that throat of yours, but you are not to cum, if you do you will never get this again and I will send you straight back to Jackson. Understood?"

She nodded as he moved back upright, pumping his giant cock in and out, nearly gagging her as it went into her throat. She gasped while her whole body tensed. Thin lines of tears were streaking her face.  He had moved the control to high and set it solely on her clit sensor. She was feeling nothing but full vibration on her sensitive clit and was reeling from the overwhelming urge to cum. She kept trying to focus on anything else, as he was pounding into her. Her gasps were loud and her thighs quivered with the intensive electric waves coursing through her body.

For a moment, Morgan nearly shifted with the intensity of the scene. His bear wanted her badly and it was all Morgan could do to keep him under control.
Not tonight
, he kept thinking.
Not yet.

It was then she heard him grunt loud and felt strand after strand of cum shoot down her throat. It choked her with its thickness and volume, stringing out the sides of her mouth and down her flushed chest.

"Good girl," he whispered into her ear, as he then set all three controls to high. Her pussy was being ravaged while her ass was getting a slow steady hum of vibration. Her clit, on fire from the intensity, begged for its orgasm release.

"Cum for me, Mercy," he said, as she screamed with the most fierce orgasm of her entire life. She trembled and cried, barely able to breathe by the time he switched the controls off.

"Good, good girl," he whispered again as he gently swept his lips across her cheek in the softest kiss she'd ever felt.

His lips paused briefly again beside her ear while he said, "I've wanted to do that since the day I first saw you."

He stayed just long enough to undo her from the chair and pick up everything to go back into the safe. As he turned and walked up the creaking stairs, she could just barely make out the "Amen" he uttered.

****

Days had passed and Mercy had just excused herself from the dinner table, after seeking Morgan's permission, and was laying down in a bedroom down the hall when the knock on the door came. It startled Morgan from his reading as he immediately looked toward the mantel clock.

11pm, who would knock so late?

He sat the well worn copy of "120 Days of Sodom" down on the side table by his seat and went toward the knocking. He hadn't had a visitor in months, not since that one couple made a left on Eubanks instead of a right and ended up on his dead end road. He had purchased all the land he could in this area for a song when he first arrived, hoping that he could find both solace and a getaway. He didn't like neighbors nosing into his private affairs.

Morgan opened the door slowly after peering through the keyhole and saw it was only Jackson. A strange and unwanted visit, but not a threat. At least not one he could think of, yet.

Fucking Jackson the wonder-shit
, he thought.

"Morgan, I tried calling this week but you never answered," Jackson began as he walked through the threshold without being invited in. "Just checking on my investment."

Morgan quickly eyed down the hallway hoping that Mercy was now fast asleep before he replied, "All's good, I didn't need to report back. Figured once she didn't show up there as planned you'd assume it was all good and clear."