Wolf Caught

The house in front of her was huge. Freya knew that going in of course but seeing pictures from the client was completely different than seeing it with her own eyes. Nervousness shot through her for a moment before she shook it off. That was what she did. The size of the house didn’t matter. All she had to do was get in, get the clients belongings and get out. She pulled the black hoodie she was wearing a little tighter around her, concealing her white fur from any prying eyes. Not that there were many. The street was empty and no matter how she streamed her ears she couldn’t hear anything but the wind through the trees that lined the long driveway in front of her. Blue eyes scanned the massive structure in front of her once more before she took a long slow breath and started forward. Her claws dug easily into the security wall and she flung herself over the top, landing silently on the other side. She swiped her hands on the black pants she was wearing and started slowly making her way towards the house. It didn’t take nearly as long as she thought to cut through the lightly wooded yard that surrounded her target home. A small voice told her that this was too easy. Where was the security? Surely someone who owned a home as nice as this took steps to protect it from people like her. Sighing she let the errant thought go. All she had to do was focus on the job. The backdoor was locked but she could see curtains flashing through an open door on the second floor. A smile spread across her face as she traced the path she would take with her eyes. It was like taking candy from a baby. The voice of reason nudged her a little more but she set it aside again. Rich people like this were always too arrogant for their own good. That’s all this was. It’s not like anyone knew she was there except the client. Climbing up to the window, Freya waited on the sill for a moment, her eyes closing as her ears trained on any noises coming from inside the house. She could hear the telltale sound of heartbeats but they were all slow and she could safely assume they were sleeping. It really was too easy. She laughed softly and slipped in the window. She pushed her hoodie back away from her head, her pure white fur no longer at risk of being seen. If there was anything that she wished she could have changed it was the color of her fur. Her profession would be a lot easier if she had black fur like her sister but of course not. It was annoying to feel the tight clothes she wore against her fur but it got the job done. She looked around the room and sighed. She was on the wrong side of the house but at least she was inside. It didn’t take nearly as long as it should have for Freya to make it downstairs and across the massive estate. That nagging feeling in the back of her mind was back and now it wouldn’t leave her alone. She could feel herself jumping at shadows, her fur standing on end as her nervousness shifted towards panic. No matter how many times she stopped and took stock of her surroundings she could only hear the same heartbeats in the lower parts of the house. However the feeling of being watched, being hunted never left her. As she grew closer to the target room her heart rate increased. Something was wrong but she couldn’t figure out what. It was too late to back out now. The client was waiting for her back at her office. This was the only chance she would have to get in and get out. Grounding herself and closing off her wayward emotions she kept moving forward. Pushing the last door open, she slipped in and let it close behind her. Her forehead rested against the door for a moment before she turned around. As her eyes adjusted to the startling darkness that met her she could feel her instincts screaming at her to run. Just as her hand reached for the door to let some light into the room she heard it. Her whole body froze, her breath catching in her throat as she raised her eyes to meet the cold gray ones that were now on her. “Fuck…” She muttered the word and turned to run out the door. It wouldn’t stop him from catching her but she had to try. A firm hand slammed on the door and pushed her forward into it.The click of the lock had Freya flinching slightly before she dropped her head in defeat. “How many times must we do this song and dance little one? You know you can’t run from me.” The deep voice in her ear sent shivers down her spine and she turned her head to look up at him. A low growl slipped from her lips as she bared her teeth at him. It was pointless for her struggle. He always won but a part of her just couldn’t give him the submission he wanted without a fight. She could feel the excitement in him as his hand wrapped around the back of her neck and forced her into the door. “Oh you do know how much I love our little game. Fine. We will do this your way. Run little one.” He laughed and abruptly let her go, stepping back and watching as she fumbled with the lock before flinging the door open and fleeing through the house. Her mind raced as she flew down the darkened corridors. How had he gotten there? Was this all really just a set up? “Fuck! Stupid. I’m so freaking stupid!” She growled at herself as she ran. Of course he set her up. He had told her to stop stealing.That it would come back to bite her and it seemed he wanted to prove that to her personally. Heavy footsteps echoed behind her and she knew he was finally on the hunt. Lifting her arms she quickly yanked the hoodie off her body and tossed it down a random hallway, not once letting her steps falter or slow. It wouldn’t matter. She might be a wolf but there was no running from a dragon. Excitement ran through her as the halls blurred around her. No matter how she denied it she couldn’t help the thrill of being chased. How often was the wolf the prey?Another blind turn and she stumbled into a large room. Her eyes ran over the table that dominated the center of the room, chairs lining each side. Must be some kind of dining room. She paused for a moment to look for another exit, her heart pounding as she realized she’d trapped herself. Spinning on her heel she tried to make it back where she came from only to stop short as the door frame was filled with a large dark shape. She licked her lips nervously and backed up slowly. “I told you this would happen. All you had to do was give it up and I would have let you go. Well at least for a little while.” The darkness fell away and she let herself drink in the sight in front of her. He had always been pretty in human form with his wide frame and dark skin, but the flames that flickered behind the gray of his eyes was what held her captive as he stalked towards her. Despite her mind screaming at her to run, her body wouldn’t listen, her back hitting the table as he backed her into it. Her wide eyes ran over his tall frame and a hunger she didn’t want to admit to grew in her. As his hand rose to cup her cheek she couldn’t help but lean into the heat of his touch, her breath coming in short pants. “You’ve always been mine little one. Just give in to me and save us both from this game you insist on playing.” She sighed, letting herself take in everything in front of her. Even at 5’10 she still had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze, the smirk that played along his lips making her own lift in a silent snarl. “Still defiant I see. Well I have the solution to that.” His hand drifted down to wrap around her throat, his claws digging into her skin gently, letting her feel the strength he held back. She couldn’t stop herself from imagining how it would feel to have him truly lose control and take her as he wanted. Tilting her head back she exposed her neck, meeting his eyes stubbornly. “Oh do you? Well let’s see what you’ve got, you overgrown lizard.” She growled at him and lifted her arm to swipe at him. It had barely even risen half way before she found herself spun around and pinned to the table, her arms held tightly in his gasp behind her back. She could feel as he changed against her. The human facade he usually used fading away. She didn’t have to see him to know he had finally let his true form free. The image of him was burned into her memory. Tall and broad, blue-green scales and curled horns like a crown. A shiver ran through her as his fangs dragged along her neck, her head tilting away despite her stubborn words. He had won, just as he always did and they both knew it. The game was over and now he would have his fun with his newest treasure. His voice rumbled, vibrating through her body as he spoke. “Already giving up pup? You know that won’t save you from the punishment coming for you.” His hand tightened its grip and she whimpered all too eagerly as the tension seeped out of her body. A satisfied purr kicked up in his chest as she felt the rough bite of ropes at her wrists. She should have fought him but as soon as her body tensed she could feel his claws dig deeper, a silent warning. As the knot tightened down she found a certain relief flooding her body, finally giving over to the helpless submission he demanded of her. He moved her off the table, forcing her into one of the chairs, her hands bound to the legs before he stepped back and towered over her. “There’s my good pet. I knew she was in there somewhere.”She watched as he dragged her pants off, running his hands soothingly through her thick fur as they parted her legs. More rope secured her legs at the ankles and knees and she sank even further into the quiet space in her mind. Another set of rope bound her chest, a faint heat rising in her cheeks as she realized how truly exposed she was to him. Her eyes followed him as he stepped back from her, his normally cold eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her. She whimpered softly as she pulled and squirmed under his gaze, his lips pulling in a soft smile as he pulled 3 pieces of cloth from his pocket. “Open your mouth, pet. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear and come looking for you.” She was helpless to his command, her mouth falling open as he reached forward and filled her mouth before tying her muzzle closed with one and covering her nose and mouth with the other. He hummed happily and walked across the room to open a drawer. Her eyes widened as she saw the toys in his hands, her struggles now more than just token tries. A cold chuckle left his lips but he didn’t stop moving towards her. “Now you’re going to be a good pet and sit here quietly while I finish my meal. Maybe if you behave I’ll let you cum before sending you home.” He laughed again and leaned over her, his lips at her ear. “If I even let you go home. You seem to need a keeper, little one and you will learn to obey my rules.” Her pitiful whimpers grew to full whines of panic as he attached the clips to her breasts, the small pain sending shock waves through her body, heat growing in her core. A full out moan left her as he slipped the small egg into her sex, her walls instantly clenching around the foreign device. His fingers ran over her clit, spreading her arousal with every touch until she couldn’t think of anything but the heat of his touch. Pulling away from her, she watched as he moved to sit at the head of the table. A wave of his hand and servants she had never seen appeared, placing his meal in front of him. She struggled against the ropes, growling as he all but ignored her. Suddenly she felt the egg inside her begin to vibrate and her eyes almost rolled into her head as pleasure coursed through her. A loud moan left her lips and she squirmed in her seat as she tried to adjust to the sensation. His deep voice cut through the haze taking over her thoughts. “Do not cum pet.” Her eyes snapped towards him in panic, her body already racing towards a climax. “Don’t test me. Your pleasure is mine and you will take only what I allow you.” His gaze held her captive for a few more moments before she nodded her head slightly. He gave a curt nod in response and went back to his food.

The room was silent aside from her soft whimpers and the scrap of silverware against porcelain. Freya could feel the heat building in her body, her seat soaked from her arousal as she fought the growing tension at her core. Would it really be that bad to just give in? She knew he’d never hurt her and yet the thought of his disappointment kept her from selfishly seeking the release that sat oh so close by. Soft whines turned to full out groans as her body started to shake, her eyes looking at him pleadingly as she slowly lost control of her body. His eyes glanced up at her, a small smirk pulling at his lips before she realized what was happening. He didn’t expect her to be able to obey him. He knew she’d lose and she’d be all the more at his mercy for it. Anger tried to flare up but a sudden spike in the vibrations had her back bowing and a muffled moan leaving her lips. It was useless. She knew that as she pulled fruitlessly at her bindings. Her vision blurred for a moment, the tension at her core spreading through her body until she thought she couldn’t breath through the pleasure. Then it all snapped and a scream tore from her and filled the quiet room as her orgasm slammed into her and stole what little breath she had left. It flew under her skin like electricity, her voice hoarse as she cried out for him over and over. By the time it stopped she could feel that the vibrations had stopped. Her blue eyes looked up to see him watching her enraptured. “Poor thing. You couldn’t hold it just a few more minutes?” She whimpered at him weakly, her body still shivering. He walked towards her, kneeling in front of her to gently pull the ropes away from her shaking body. She didn’t even have a moment to appreciate her new freedom before he pulled her into his arms. Soft touches and soothing words she couldn’t quite make out calmed her mind and slowly the fog passed. As her eyes focused on her surroundings she realized he’d taken them from the dining room. Instead they were laying out on a large bed in a dimly lit room. Pulling her head from his chest she looked up at him to see the concern and care reflected in his eyes. “Hush and rest for now. We have a long night to look forward to.” She gave him a soft smile and curled up against his chest, his heartbeat thudding under her ear as she relaxed into him. It might not have what she was looking for when she went to the house that night but this was better treasure than anything she could have taken with her.