The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(75)

“You don’t understand,” she said, tears once again threatening to spill over her lower eyelashes. “Tonight, with you… it’s the first time since I was a little kid that I was really, truly happy. And I would do—and try—anything to not only keep feeling this way, but to repay it in kind.”

“So you’d do it, but just to make me happy? Like some kind of reward?” His voice came out more tightly than he intended, he was finding it hard to talk through the sudden lump in his throat.

“No, that’s not what I mean! I-I don’t know how to describe it.” She shoved an impatient hand through her golden tresses. “I just… I have this desire to please you. To obey you. Actually, Anastasia remarked on it a little while ago. She said that instead of fighting against what my family does to me, I just obey. It’s like a need I have. And I’d far rather obey you to please you. You give me so much happiness in return. Ugh, I don’t know whether I’m making any sense—”

He cut her words off with a growl, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her with a desire he felt in the depths of his soul. “I’ve been fighting it,” he said, when they finally came up for air, “fighting whatever it is I’m feeling for you. But if you’re so willing to give it a try, why not? What do we have to lose?”

“My virginity’s already gone, so that’s not an option,” she said, smiling at his shout of laughter.

“There’s always your ass,” he said, feeling his balls tighten at the very thought. “I assume you’re still an anal virgin?”

“Until tonight, Sir, I’d never even been kissed,” she admitted, blushing to the roots of her hair.

“Holy fuck. You really are like a little angel sent to me from God, aren’t you?” he said, fingering her hot cheek in wonder.

“Not really. I’m just me.”

“So you would really do what I just described? Right now? If I told you to?”

“If you took me home with you afterward,” she replied with a cheeky smile which made him want to kiss her again.

“I need proof,” he said. “I need to know you can really keep up with both sides of me. You really think you’d enjoy it?”

“I enjoy you,” she said simply. “If I discover I enjoy the act itself, that’s just a bonus, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Then prove it,” he said, lifting her off his lap, tossing her corset aside and stripping off her skirt and panties as soon as she stood before him.

Wearing nothing but her heels, she gazed up at him. “What would you like me to do, Sir?”

“What I said. I’m going to put my jeans and boots back on and then we’re going to go to that door, and you’re going to get on all fours and crawl across the party room.”

Her eyes were already growing cloudy with desire. The little minx really does enjoy the thought of it, he thought, fighting not to grow hard again.

“And then?” she said breathlessly.

“Then you’ll lie down like a good little girl and let me mark you the way an animal does its territory.”

Her small breasts were heaving with her short breaths but still she didn’t move. “And then?”

“You’ll see. Are you ready?”

With glittering eyes, she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He tugged his jeans on first, followed by his boots. “Then let’s go.” His pulse was racing as he watched her walk across the small room to the door which led out to the party where there were dozens—if not hundreds—of people.

Would she really go through with it? If she did, he’d know she was the one for him. And he would make her his.



Ella was finding it difficult to breathe even without her corset on. She could sense Zainon behind her; his charisma was such that she could feel his presence even when she couldn’t directly see him. Sinking to her knees on the scratchy, cheap warehouse carpet, she took a deep breath, marveling at her own audacity.

But she’d meant every word of what she’d said to him. And when she really thought about it, she wasn’t just about to crawl naked through a room full of complete strangers solely to escape from her horrible home life. She would have done it if she had a happy family. From the moment she had first heard his voice, from the very first time she had seen his face on a poster in Anastasia’s room, she had felt drawn to this man in a way which seemed far more powerful than just being a fan of his music—or even of him. It went far beyond that. It was a deep, all-consuming pull to be with him. And the moment he’d first singled her out and spoken to her, she’d known that he truly was meant to be her savior… in more ways than one.

She’d also been surprised to discover that she truly did enjoy his rough treatment of her. Even the thought of what she was about to do was exciting, somehow. She felt vulnerable but safe; naked yet protected.

“Let’s go,” he said in that raw voice of his, and a wave of noise washed over her as he opened the door.

She could feel it; sense the first pairs of eyes swiveling in their direction, but she stared at the floor, watching the carpet in the back room give way to stone as she began to move into the party proper, crawling on her hands and knees ahead of him. The music was still throbbing in the speakers but the chatter died down as she imagined more and more people staring at them.