Bear Shifters: Hunt Collection #2 (19 page)

Chapter Two

Micah was not pleased. He'd cancelled a meeting to get to the out of the way coffee house just so that he could stop texting and calling and get her where he wanted her, firmly tied and on top of him. To get her underneath his hand, her ass pinking up after firm slaps.

He rang her phone but it went to voicemail, so a text would have to do: "Change of plans I take it?"

Rue looked at the message and debated on answering. There was so much going through her mind. A part of her desperately wanted to meet the man with the butter voice that turned her into a quivering pool of wanton lust each night, and the other part knew that she knew nothing about this man other than how he affected her.

I'll wait and send him a secure message through the dating site. Hopefully, we can get back on track after we've had a few real conversations.

Rue reflected. It was not just any man or any meeting. Rue was trying something new so she knew things would be different than what she was used to. However, it didn't seem to feel like the strong-willed man on the phone was interested in being anyone's sugar daddy.
Could I have made a mistake?

She went to the computer and looked at the site where she had registered. There, buried deep in the back pages she saw what she had feared; she had not signed up for a sugar daddy, she had registered to find a Dom. She was young, foolish in a sense, and didn't make the connection between reading his profile and seeing Dominant listed in bold. Rue had taken that as a personality trait, not a sexuality trait.

Damn, what do I do now?
She was torn between the feelings that she had deep inside her. Part of her ached for the release of control, while the other feared the unknown.

She thought back to every night she spent on the phone with him. Could being submissive give her what she craved or did she truly just need someone to provide for her. These were questions she needed answers to before she talked with Micah again.

Rue walked the hardwood floors of her home, thinking about everything. She shook at night talking to him on the phone, his instruction so clear and his voice so gruff. Sometimes, it was so intense that she wished she could go through the phone to him. To feel his rough hands on her body. In that sense, there had never been a man that affected her senses the way he had.
Is that all we have, though? Some surreal sexual connection? Could there be more than that?

She knew she'd have to trust him completely to give herself over like that to someone.

By his picture he was gorgeous, almost animalistic, and she was sure that if he was anywhere close to the picture on his profile, she would surely do whatever he asked of her. But what if he asked too much? What if she got in too deep and didn't like how it progressed?

No, she wanted to make sure before she talked to him again. She sent a brief message to him via the site before logging off for the night.

"Micah, something came up and I had to leave. I'd be able to meet you later, but really.... I mean, can we talk some? Get to know each other besides how we sound when we're in the middle of an orgasm?"

She didn't know if that sounded bitchy or not but she hoped that it got the point across. She needed some assurance.

She was closing the computer's lid when the familiar ding alerted her to his instant reply.

"Rue, you know everything you need to know about me. You know how I can reach out and make you feel things you've never felt, make you scream words you've never said aloud, and make you pant from being thoroughly spent. What else is there?"

What else did she want? She clearly came to the dating site a month ago just wanting someone to pay for her needs. A month ago she was willing to meet older men and have them pay her rent and give her gifts in exchange for sexual favors now and then. If that didn't sicken her to her soul now, nothing would. What she ended up with was not someone like that at all; in fact, she quickly realized she ended up meeting someone that she wanted to smother affection on.  She wanted to be good enough for him, worthy of the feelings he stirred within her.

"I was going to say 'love' but something tells me that you don't have much use for that in your life."

"I was in love once. What I find here on the site and what I do now is much easier than love. It is simpler, and gets the basics covered."

"And do you not care what the woman is deep down in her soul? Do you sincerely only care about how she performs for you?"

Micah sighed. Of course he cared, but caring was an emotion that only complicated his life. He wanted to change this subject before he ended up telling Rue about Jade, the only woman he'd ever loved before.

"Tell me your deepest fantasy, Rue. Not the sanitized version you've told your friends. Not even the glossier version you try to tell yourself is what you fantasize about. Tell me the dirty, unvarnished truth of where your deepest fantasy is."

Rue didn't need to even think about it. It was something that turned her on more than anything else, but something she'd never admitted to anyone. When her friends ask she answers "furry cuffs and a blindfold". When she justifies the truth to herself she says "a dominant man that I can't stop." But the truth?

"My deepest, darkest fantasy is to be captured. Kidnapped and held against my will by a man that uses me to his, and my, pleasure."

Twenty miles from Rue, Micah groaned as his cock stiffened reading those words, and set his plan into action. Tonight his bear would be released to run and roam. He wanted it to be well spent and quiet for what would come next, else his shifting would get in the way of everything.

And shifting is something that no other has ever seen from me; not by my submissives not even by Jade.

Chapter Three

Micah was tired of the games and well intrigued to take on Rue's wildest fantasy. He had spent a month acting like a high school quarterback that wants to feel up the head cheerleader's panties under the bleachers. This was not him. He was never one to sit back and wait on anything or anyone. He shook his head and realized that somehow this young woman was changing him and he didn't know if he liked it. No, today was the day that the games ended and real life began. He would have her at his mercy soon.

The clock ticked 11:55 and he saw the bubbly blonde walk into the coffee shop.
Thanks for telling me you're here everyday and at what time, that was very helpful,
he thought.

“Rue? Mocha latte right?”

Rue stared up at the source of the booming deep sound. She knew that voice very well, but her body responded stronger in person. She became wet just with his voice, with the words she remembered it uttering late at night, and her breath caught with his sudden showing. He was the man she had been staring at on a screen for weeks now, but in person, he was so much more.

"What are you doing here?" she stammered a bit, trying to find her voice.

"Making our date, a bit late aren't you?"

"I got cold feet, sorry." She looked around nervously as she spoke.

"Make it up to me, stay for coffee." He patted the seat next to him that already had a steaming cup of her favorite.

Not wanting to appear frigid after so many hot nights spent talking with him, she leaned over to hug him. He waited for her and pulled her immediately to his own body. His lips fell down onto hers and the woman melted against his large, hard frame. He broke the kiss after a moment and his dark eyes held humor in their depths. He could tell by her kiss that she was exactly what he was looking for. The light moan and hard pounding of her heart, told him she felt the same way.

His eyes appraised her and found her perfect. While he had met people numerous times that looked nowhere near as good as their picture, she was the opposite. The picture did not seem to translate her self well and she had a sexual presence that was hard to deny.

Rue looked over at him nervously. She was taken aback by how forward he was, though, she guessed that was the dominate side of him coming out. She did not know how to act, so she sat there quietly waiting for a lead. She couldn’t help but ask a question.

“So do you like what you see?”

He grabbed her hand and pushed it underneath the table and into his lap. Rue immediately felt the burgeoning hard-on encased in denim. She took a sip of her coffee from a shaking hand and let the silence stretch between them. Her hand had retreated to her own lap after he released her and she started to worry that something was wrong. The man just stared at her with his dark eyes and smiling face.

“You ready to get out of her love, take a little drive or something?”

“Sure. Anywhere you want to go.” She was going to show him that she was spontaneous and mature, no matter how much she was out of her element.

“Anywhere huh? Well that leaves my options wide open doesn’t it?”

He stood up abruptly and waited by her chair for her to do the same. His hand shot around her waist and he steered her towards the door. He threw some money on the table before they left and she was soon being helped into a large dark SUV. The woman felt his hands on her legs as she stepped up to get in.

As soon as she was seated, his voice was in her ear. "Today is all about you, Rue. Your fantasy. Your desires. At any time, you can make it all stop with the word "mountain". Can you remember that, Rue?"

She couldn't speak, just nodded against the warmth of his body as he kissed her ear after she answered.

Rue’s body hummed with the contact and the knowledge of what was to come. The man pulled himself up in the truck and he looked downright breath-taking in the cab. He seemed to sense her slight tinge of fear and wanted to compound it a little bit.

“Take off your bra and panties, Rue. I never want to see them on you when we are together.”

Rue was caught off guard, but only hesitated for a moment. The man started the vehicle up and turned back to watch her. Her hands went underneath her skirt and hooked her fingers to each side of her red panties. Pulling them down she went to put it in her purse, but he pulled the flimsy ball of material out of her grip. The man pushed them to his face and inhaled deeply.

“Fuck you smell good, Rue. I can’t wait to see if you taste as good as you smell.”

The woman blushed but did not answer. Her bra was a bit trickier to get off and took longer. He did not look away for a second or even blink once. His eyes were caught in rapt attention, waiting to see her. The thin material of her shirt did little to hide the dark pink protruding nipples.

When it was finally free and pulled through the sleeve of her low cut shirt, Rue handed him the bra as well. He pressed it to his face and closed his eyes. She took the moment to study his profile. His chest was wide and his stomach was flat. Long legs with thick, muscular thighs filled his denim jeans well. Brawny was the word that sprang to her mind.

It was not even 1 PM yet, and here she was without underwear in the middle of the day where anyone could see her.

“Take your shirt or your skirt off. I will give you the choice, but make it quickly.”

Rue paused again, hoping that he would start to drive out of the busy parking lot. She could see several people close enough to see her through the large un-tinted window. She couldn't tell if it worried her or excited her.

“Which one would you prefer?”

“I really like that choice, Rue. I would love to see those beautiful tits.”

She gasped and pulled the shirt slowly over her head. The cooler air hardened the nipples to a taut point. His hand cupped the breast closest to him in his large, roughened hand. She hissed in a breath and bit her lower lip. She tried to close her eyes, but was directed to open them.

“Look out your side window, you see that man looking at me playing with you?”

Rue looked where directed and there was definitely a man watching everything. She made eye contact with him for just a moment before she looked back down at the hand on her. He leaned closer. His breath was hot on her neck.

“If you are wet, I will let you keep your skirt on.”

The woman shivered and opened her legs to admit his hand underneath her last remaining garment. His hand fondled her nipple as he found his way to her heat. His fingers met burning wetness and it was his turn to groan. Two digits surged forward to bury inside of her tight wetness. Rue cried out and grabbed his powerful forearm. He pushed in deep and shook his hand against her.

Her grip tightened on his arm and her breasts wiggled with each movement. His palm rubbed her clit as the fingers plunged in and out of the tight hole. Her tightness gripped his fingers and she moaned over the diesel engine's idle. Micah kissed her mouth, pushing his tongue inside. Rue exploded against the man’s hand. Her pussy filled with fluid and splashed against his still pumping hand with force.

Rue grasped his forearm with both hands, trying desperately to stop his hand. He pulled his lips away from her and watched her face as she continued to come on him. He enjoyed the noises that came out of her mouth and the glaze that filled her eyes.

“Please.”

He stopped abruptly and the crash down was painful. She whimpered with the devastating loss and her hips rose up seeking more.

“No, Rue you said the word I despise the most.”

Micah pulled the gear shift down and he pulled out of the parking lot. Rue pouted from the loss and whimpered again. He didn’t believe in humiliation, so begging was not something he ever wanted to hear. She wished now that she had shut her mouth. Rue squeezed her thighs together and whined as if she were a child.

“Don’t pout, Rue.”

She unfolded her arms and tried to look less fussy. His voice had a commanding tone and she found herself wanting to follow his directions. She had not expected him to make her come so quickly and she had completely forgotten that she was in a truck with her tits out. He glanced over at her several times before he put his hand back on her knee. She jumped with the contact, but it was quickly clear that was as high as his hand was going.

Rue watched the town go by and realized they were going out further into the country. She wanted to ask where they were going, but from the look in his dark eyes, she thought the best choice of action was to remain silent. She was new to whatever this was going to be and was not quite sure how to act. She'd signed up for a sugar daddy and got something she was still very unsure of. Something that melted her to her very core, but still...

“There is a toy in the glove box. Get it out and hand me the controls.”

The woman moved to the latch and opened it. Her hands trembled as she pulled out the vibrating bullet and handed him the remote.

“Now put it all the way inside of you.”

“Where would you like me to put it?”

“I want you to put it in your pussy, nice and deep. You are going to have to loosen up a bit, still.”

She lifted her skirt up, showing him her bald pussy. Not a stray hair in sight. Hiking her leg up on the door’s pocket, she pushed the small bullet in quickly. Pushing it further in with her finger, she closed her legs and looked over at the man. His eyes were black then and devouring her with his gaze.
And this is why I let my bear out to roam the other evening. He'd not be able to stop and would have taken her here instead of savoring the pleasure of watching her come completely undone.

She had never used a sex toy before, but didn't want to tell him that out of embarrassment. This was a man clearly used to women more mature than she felt in that moment.

Pulling down a bumpy dirt road, the man pushed the button and it jolted to life inside of her.

“Now play with your pussy. Lift that skirt up again, I want to see.”

Rue was having too hard of a time thinking with the vibrating toy lodged deep inside of her. She lifted up the skirt once more, revealing her long legs and glistening slit. The man slowed down and kept glancing over at her. The light was dying in the truck, but there was still enough from the sinking sun to show him the view.

The young woman reclined back in the seat and opened her legs wider. Her finger pushed on her engorged clit and she squeezed the toy deeper inside of her. Gasping with the sudden jolt, she looked over to see Micah grinning. He turned the toy up higher. Rue bit her lip hard to muffle her moan.

The truck had come to a complete stop and he put it in park. Several minutes went by and the man was relentless with the speeds.

“Now pull it out and put it against your clit. You only have a minute to come.”

The woman did not need a minute. She pushed the bullet out of her wetness and pressed it against her sensitive flesh. The bullet was hot from friction inside of it. He turned it on as fast as it would go and watched her squirm in her seat.

His hand went to her breasts and pulled on one of the tips. He twisted the knot of flesh hard in between his fingers and she cried out again. Nothing to impede the fluid of her pussy, it shot out onto the seat.

“Fuck, you get so damn wet.”

He shoved his fingers in her hole and Rue shook harder. Her legs opened wider for his thrusting digits, the bullet flying across her womanhood. Rue saw lights behind them and she started, removing her hand from the bullet.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

She whined and pushed hard on the heated metal. She saw the man get out of his car and he approached her side of the truck. She could not stop the volume of her noise, even though she desperately tried to. Micah's fingers continued to pump inside of her and the bullet buzzed faithfully on her core. The man opened the door and she was confronted with a tall, Nordic type man. It took her a minute in her haze to realize that it was the man from earlier in the parking lot.