Chapter 9: Skyler - Pack of Mine

Octavia has been locked in my basement for a week and I’ve stroked my cock to her every night like clockwork.

Her scent is irresistible, and I can’t get enough of it.

I wait until she falls asleep, sneak downstairs, and sit in the chair while she lies peacefully on the floor. It reminds me of our time in the shower not too long ago.

I have yet to make enough noise to wake her up, but I’ve debated groaning a little louder so she can pop open her pretty eyes and meet her new throbbing favorite toy. She doesn’t know it yet, but soon she’ll be on her knees begging me for it.

Look, I’m the fucking victim here, really. I can’t control my aching manhood enough to resist, you can blame it on him.

The clock strikes 12:00 a.m., and I’m like a fucked up Cinderella, looking for a perfect Kitten and losing the few morals I have left on my way in.

I make my way towards the stairs and my pants are already getting tighter. I groan and give it a little tug, trying to relieve the pressure. The man downstairs and I already know where we’re going. A sweet release waits for us just a few steps away.

The heavy thud of my combat boots follows me down the stairs, step by step, as I get closer to satisfying my lustful yearning.

As I open the thick iron door, keeping anyone in the basement trapped in there, I stretch my arms up above my head and grin. Fuck yes, this is everything I needed.

Even during the day, the room is dark due to the lack of windows. But at night, the atmosphere changes to something even darker. Something more primal, more feral. That might just be me, though.

I approach a rusty chair facing her makeshift bed in the corner, which is really just the largest dog bed I could find at the pet store and one pillow.

I’ve never kept someone prisoner before. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t want her to be miserable, but I don’t want her to be comfortable either.

Her long black hair is still somehow silky and smooth, cascading across the bed and floor. She faces away from me, but I’m close enough to smell her intensely. That’s all that I need.

My pants unbutton easily, my cock springing out and already itching for a release. I know this won’t take long based on how fast I was able to finish every other night.

I spit in my palm and bite back a moan at the first stroke. My hand goes up and down in a smooth motion, slightly twisting at the tip while I picture her riding me, moaning my name and cumming all over my girth.

Oh Daddy, you feel so good.

I want to ride your cock all night, Daddy. It fills me up perfectly.

Daddy, breed me. Use me like a fuck toy.

I play her voice in my head and stroke slower, savoring the moment.

Daddy, I want that cum inside me. I want your brothers to watch you fuck me while you take what’s really yours – my tight little pussy.

Their cocks feel so good, but yours is perfect for me. It was made for me.

I picture her long hair bouncing perfectly up and down on her tits or gripping my hands around it and yanking her head back in doggystyle.

My eyes close and I lean my head back. I’m enjoying the vision my mind is creating so much, I never want it to end. One day it might come true, but for now it’ll stay tucked away behind my eyelids like a dirty fantasy.

My hand strokes faster and I imagine how tight her pussy must feel, how soaking wet she was for me when I shoved my fingers in her in my kitchen, how utterly perfect she tasted when I sucked them dry.

I need more.

I need to feel her gripping my cock and begging me to ruin her. I need to hear her call me Daddy and scrape her nails down my back. I need to see her eyes roll back while she cums for me over and over and over again.

I need it all.

A blissful sensation brews at the base of my spine and my skin starts to buzz with energy. I feel my balls tighten and everything becomes so sensitive.

Here it comes, my favorite part of the day.

I pop open my eyes and notice the dog bed is empty, so I squint to look closer, making sure she hadn’t rolled over in a weird way. From behind me, a small arm swings around and a sharp blade touches my throat.

“Well hello there, Kitten.” I grin and continue stroking, my release still painfully close. “Where’d you get a knife?”

I hear her gulp and she slowly walks to the front of the chair, uneasiness coursing through her skin. She looks so beautiful when she’s scared.

“Stop doing that.” She continues to hold the tip pointed to my Adam's apple.

I tilt my head back again, keeping my eyes locked on her but giving her a better angle.

“Keep going, Kitten, I’m close.”

I stroke faster and she lightly pushes the sharp blade into my skin, blood beginning to drip down my exposed chest and shirt.

“I said stop that!” Her voice shakes when she yells and her hands follow suit.

“More, please.” I eat her with my eyes, wrap my free hand around hers and slice the knife across my tattooed chest.

Blood soaks my shirt and the sting brings me over the edge. I explode all over my palm, my pants and the floor between my legs, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“Fuck yes,” I mumble out.

I wipe my dirty fingers on the sleep shirt she’s wearing like a towel and zip myself back up.

She looks at me with disgust and confusion in her eyes, mortified but too terrified to move. A loud metal clank makes my ears ring as the blade drops from her hand to the concrete floor.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Tears run down her perfect face and she stumbles back to the bed, sitting on a blanket with her head between her legs.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want a taste? I forgot that kittens liked milk.”

I stand up from the chair, my brain a little mushy still. I bend over to swipe some of my juices off the floor, my own blood dripping from the shirt to mix with it, and squat down in front of her.

As she cries into her knees, I launch forward to her throat and push her into the concrete wall, shoving my bloody cum-covered digits onto her tongue.

She gags all over them and my cock twitches. Fucking Christ, I swear I could cum again just from that.

“Were you saying something?” I push my fingers knuckle-deep into her throat and she fights it, but her body swallows around me.

Her mouth is so wet, I’d love to put more than my fingers in it.

“That’s a good Kitten, you love milk, don’t you?”

She stares into my eyes with anger, but her pussy betrays her. I can smell her wetness from here.

I know what women like, even if they don’t say it. It helps to have a wolf nose, too. The gorgeous woman sitting in front of me has excellent taste in men – a lack of morals with a heavy side of sadomasochism.

I sit back and pull her legs towards me so she slides off the dog bed and lies flat on the ground. She seethes as the concrete floor is unforgiving, but she doesn’t fight me.

You want this, Kitten. I dare you to fight me.

The little black panties she has on under her shirt stand no chance.

I quickly slide them off her legs and fold her thighs into her waist, pushing her perfect fucking pussy right out to me. The scent of her arousal so potently makes my head spin. She looks like a little sexual pretzel.

“Get off of me,” she pleads, but her body says otherwise.

“No.”

My bloody t-shirt continues to drip onto her legs and my hands that are holding her folded up.

I slide down to lie on my stomach, my cock about to put a dent in the floor with its stiffness and it begs me for round two.

I feel my fangs come down as her sweet smell fills my nose. She doesn’t say a word – no protest, no more crying.

She wants this as much as I want it.

My eyes lock onto her beautiful folds, even in the dark, I can still make out her perfection. I stare at her for a moment, my mouth watering at the treat sitting inches away from me.

That’s mine now.

In one swift motion, I lick her from her opening to her clit, her juices completely covering my taste buds. Fuck, she tastes like a God-given right, exactly as I remember from our first interaction in the kitchen. She leans back and moans, running her hands through her black hair.

“Fuck…” the word slips out of her mouth with no effort.

She looks fucking divine from this angle.

Her nipples poke through her shirt, her pathetic whines sing in my ears and her body rocks towards me, just like it should be.

“Such a dirty slut. You love it, don’t try to hide it.”

I lick her again, obliging her silent request. My teeth scrape against her skin and she shivers at the sensation with goosebumps popping up on her legs. I wrap my lips around her sweet spot and suck, spinning my tongue in circles and watching her back arch high for me.

Are you a good girl, Octavia?

My nails dig into her thighs and I scratch all the way down them, leaving my red marks on her. I want to mark her even more – I want anyone that dares to look at her to know that I’ve licked her, that I’ve tasted her, and that I’ve made her taste me.

She reaches one hand down and pulls my hair into her tightly, the other gripping her nipple through her shirt and tugging it sky high.

This Kitten likes pain.

I pull my mouth off of her, saliva following my lips and keeping me connected to her juices. My hands move out of the way and I bring my pearly whites up to her thigh, sinking my fangs and biting hard enough to draw blood.

She screams and covers her mouth, wincing from the pain, but her scent begs to differ. I suck her metallic taste into my throat and swallow before I take my teeth off, watching the blood drip down her leg.

My eyes shoot a glance up at her, but she refuses to look at me.

Maybe it’s her blood dripping off my chin, maybe it's the knife she failed to hurt me with, maybe it's shame in the fact she’s enjoying a stranger eating her pussy out in the basement where she’s held captive.

I don’t fucking care, I want to see that pretty face.

My hand slaps her inner thigh right on top of the bite, producing another scream from her. This time, she looks in my direction.

“That’s a good kitty. Look at me.”

I place my bloody lips back on her and suck her wet juices as I lick her like I’m trying to get to the center of a tootsie pop. She nods and doesn’t break eye contact again.

Her green irises stare into my soul before they roll into her forehead. Her hands pull my head harder into her body and she moans louder and louder, rocking back and forth on the floor, riding my face with every lick.

“Please…” She begs me.

I suck her clit into my mouth one last time and she pinches her nipples, finishing all over my face. I feel her heartbeat on my tongue, her swollen lips pulsing and dripping down her backside.

I need to be inside there. Right fucking now.

Sitting up, I unzip my pants quickly while she soaks in her orgasm, getting completely lost in it. Her eyes stay closed and her breathing slows, like she’s about to fall asleep exactly where she is.

I strip down and chuck my blood-soaked shirt across the floor as my cock leaks precum, staring at her perfect body in the darkness.

Fuck.

My body leans on top of her, combat boots and pants still on, but out of the way. Her eyes are still shut and she pants like she ran outside on a hot summer afternoon.

“My turn,” I growl at her.

Her eyes pop open and before she can protest, I shove my girth inside, my eyes now rolling to the back of my head.

Holy fuck. She’s so tight, I barely fit it. I know I’m already pretty sizable, but she makes me feel massive.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I push my hips towards her and slide deeper, stretching her open with each inch. She takes me to the balls and I white-knuckle her thighs, my cock aching at how good she feels. This pussy was made for me.

“You’re too big…” She pushes on my quads to fight me, but she moans as she says it.

“Shh…” I move both of my hands to her neck and grip tightly, cutting her words off. My hips pump long and slow strokes into her as I watch my length pull out of her and push back in.

Jesus Christ, she has the best pussy I’ve ever felt and her scent is ecstasy. I dream of her running around this mansion naked, giggling and play-fighting with me. I envision her falling asleep next to me, wrapping my body around hers as a big spoon and listening to her breaths slow and we drift off together.

She’s not just a girl from a bar I stumbled into. She’s not just a girl I brought into my basement. She’s not just another piece of pussy.

I shake my head to snap out of it and her piercing green eyes look up at me, filled with tears, her whole face turning red.

Get back in the fucking game, Skyler. Get your head out of a romance gutter.

I squeeze my hands around her throat harder and fuck her into the concrete wall, the top of her head banging into it with every pump.

“What’s my name?”

I ogle down at her, but her eyes struggle to keep their focus as my hips thrust into her harder, driving her tiny body into the floor.

She doesn’t say a peep, so I pull one hand off her neck and assertively smack her across the face, bringing her attention back to me.

“What’s my fucking name?!” The loudness of my voice vibrates my eardrums.

She stares up at me, shocked, and stutters, trying to find the words.

“Sky-Skyler?”

I bring my hand back down to her face and hit her harder. The whack fills the room. Tears fill her eyes more, but her pussy grips me even tighter.

“Try again.”

I put both hands back on her throat, squeezing as hard as I can.

She wheezes out a weak, “Daddy…” and I watch blood vessels pop in her eyes.

Fuck yes. That’s more like it. I’m back.

Her body starts to fight me as she chokes more, her nails clawing at my forearms and I get closer to cumming with the added pain. Her eyes fully closed, she goes completely limp underneath me and the sight is exactly what I needed to throw me straight into my second orgasm.

My balls tighten up to my body and I dump my release inside her, pulsing inside with intense sensitivity. I pant and let go of her neck, my sweaty hair hanging into my eyes. She quickly pops awake, eyes wide, coughing and scratching at her throat.

“I fucking hate you.”

She looks up at me and pushes me off with any energy she had left.

“Is that what you say to all men that make you cum that hard?” I sit on my knees and zip up my pants again, peering down at her.

She huffs and puffs with a sassy attitude as she crawls back under her blanket, her leg leaving a small trail of red behind.

A combination of mine and her blood covers my neck, chest and the floor. Have you guessed what the drain in here is for yet? That's tomorrow's problem.

I stand up, my combat boots squeaking against the floor. A grin picks at my cheeks as I pick up my stained and ruined shirt on my way out.

I hope it’s not the last time I shove my cock in her perfect pussy.

Actually fuck that, I’ll make sure it isn’t.

I’m convinced that she was made for me… Skyler’s pretty pet.

I crack open the door and poke my head in one last time. She’s lying in the corner and curled up under the blankets again. I shut the heavy metal with a gentle push and blow her an invisible kiss.

“Goodnight, Kitten, see you in your nightmares.”

I almost believe that I hallucinated the whole thing, so I slap my face to make sure it’s real, but I don’t wake up.

The girl of my dreams is trapped in my basement and I have no idea what the fuck I’m going to do with her.