It was one-thirty in the morning as he laid down beside her and started telling her a bedtime story. “There is a big bad wolf with big white teeth who is going to eat this sweet innocent dark haired woman for sleeping in his bed.” He bit into her neck, smiled with his big white teeth and said, “The wolf and the innocent woman will emanate from us on many different levels.” She didn't resist as he covered her eyes with a black and red satin blindfold. The big bad wolf was going to have a delicious meal tonight. He started to stalk his prey. As he moved around her body, she could sense him even though she couldn’t hear him and he didn’t touch her. She knew he was there for her. She was the innocent woman he was going to feed on tonight. The thought of surrendering to herself to the wolf’s strength aroused her.

He examined her face before whispering in her ear. "I love you Debra Lynn." He allowed himself the pleasure of her beauty, silence filled the room, and he kissed her inner thigh. Her body shuttered. She lay there with only her eyes covered by the blindfold. The rest of her was exposed to him. Naked, as his eyes fed on her flesh. Even with the blindfold on, she kept her eyes closed because that made her feel more secure and it heightened her senses. Her body was pulsating. Her mind was racing. What would he do next? She was ready to turn herself over to the Wolf, completely. She trusted him totally. Allowing him to do this to her made it absolutely clear. He blew softly on her feet and an electric charge surged through her body. He moved silently around her so she never knew where he was. When he touched random parts of her body, she bucked. She couldn’t help it. “Where is he? What’s next?” There were time gaps, pauses that were more like holes in reality. The waiting and the anticipation were almost more than she could endure. He touch her, she would yelp, and then the silence, nothing, only silence. He howled and it sent shivers through her body. He ran his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp. Goose bumps covered her body and all she could think was, ‘The wolf is hunting me as his prey tonight. This is his fantasy world he is turning into a reality for me.’ She felt his knee brush against her shoulder as he knelt down. He moved his index finger slowly over her slightly parted lips. They were parched. He licked his index finger and moved it over her lips. She felt his wet flesh on her lips. She opened her mouth, running her tongue over her lips, searching for his index finger. It wasn’t there. There was nothing, nothing at all and then he kissed her. She didn't feel him coming. He had thrust his tongue into her mouth, and kissed her like a hungry wolf. She wanted this. Kissing him as though he were an animal made her feel powerful. She would devour the wolf even though tonight she was his prey. She was what he wanted her to be and even though she was bound and helpless she was in control. He sensed this and stopped kissing her. Her mouth and tongue were still moving. He whispered, “I’m still here, eyeing my prey and testing your senses. He left her side and walked up the stairs to the loft area. Why is he going up stairs? She heard a zipper and some rustling sounds as if he was searching for something. A howl rung down from the loft that echoed off the vaulted ceilings. She never moved – never tried to move. She lay there motionless waiting for him. Where before, he had been as silent as a fog, he now exaggerated his sounds. Each step was like the slow beat of distant drum. He paused between steps and in that pause she could hear his guttural breathing. The closer he got the longer the pauses, the louder his breathing. He was next to her now. She could smell leather, old leather that had been used and oiled many times. She felt something touch her upper thigh. Her body convulsed. It was soft, and had multiple strands as it trickled over her body. “Do you know what this is?” he asked She stuttered, “Something made of leather with tassels.” “Very good. It’s a whip I fashioned just for you. Do you like the way it feels?” “Yes.” “Would you like more?” “Yes, please.” As he slid it over her skin, every nerve ending sent a pulse to her mind that released more and more drugs into her body. ‘It is so soft with the smell of sweat and worn leather. What else will he use it for?’ He laid it across her lips. Her body shuttered. He whispered, “There is more.” He lay down beside her. She heard the beating of his heart and the sound of his breathing. Her body relaxed, her breathing slowed. It was then that he placed hot body wax on the center of her stomach. He kissed her neck, then her cheek and then gave her a hungry kiss before he stood up. She heard him walk into the kitchen. The refrigerator door opened and there were some clinging sounds. Every sound seemed amplified as his footsteps came closer and closer. The wolf stood over his prey. She didn’t know his parted legs were straddled above her thighs. She didn’t know he was holding a crystal glass filled with ice. She knew her stomach was getting warmer from whatever he had put there. He pulled his legs together, forcing her thighs together as he slowly lower himself. He used her thighs as his chair. He shook the glass. The ice made loud clinging sound.

The wolf growled, “Do you know what that sound is?”

In a soft voice she said, “Ice inside a glass?”

“Very good. Two for two in answering my questions. Now, do you know what I’m going to do?”

“No,”. “I can’t hear you.”

“No,” she said in a quivering voice. Silence for what seemed like eternity and then a single howl. He saw her body shaking but no words came from her mouth. He took out one piece of ice and started circling it around the hot body wax he had put on her stomach. The contrast between the cold and the hot was soothing and he sensed her body relaxed.

In a whispering growl he said, “Does that please you?” “Yes.” He circled the ice wider and wider from the heat source and it sent chills through her body. He could feel goose bumps forming on her thighs. He leaned forward as he saw cold chills running through her body and said, “Are you cold?” “Yes.”

“Should I warm you?”

“Please.”

He removed the body wax from her stomach and laid down on her. She felt the heat transfer from his hot body to hers immediately. They laid in almost complete silence, except for the slight growling that was coming from him. The blindfold and his steady growling (needs antecedent) lulled her to sleep. She was awoken by cold water dripping on her stomach. She hadn’t noticed he had gotten up. It was then she realized the wolf wasn’t finished with her yet. The cold water on her hot body felt refreshing, she wanted more, but what she wanted most was him. His wet fingers running over her face and the dripping had moved up to her neck. His mouth moved closer to hers, she could feel it coming, the dripping on her lips getting closer. Finally his mouth touched hers and she felt the rush of the cold sparkling carbonated water, it washed through her whole body. The fizzing inside her mouth with their tongues together was what she needed, it pushed to the edge. She wanted the wolf, and the wolf was ready to have his dinner, his sweet innocent dark haired woman that was laying there for him. He ate till his body was full of everything that she could offer him. Her fluids, flesh and soul were his. She had given all she could; there was nothing else she could offer. She wanted to see the wolf. To see the animal that could make her feel this way.

The innocent dark haired woman said to wolf, “I want to see you. To see the beast that could do this to me.”

The wolf said with a growl, “That is not how you talk to me.”

She could hear him walk away and her body tensed. What was next? She could feel him. She had not heard him come back but he was near.

He ran his nails softly down her back and said, “Do you have a request of the wolf?”

She said in a shaking voice, “Please take off my blindfold so I can see the beast who gives me such pleasure.”

He howled loudly and said, “Yes, that is the proper way to make a request to the wolf.”

He took off her blindfold so she could see the wolf, the wolf that had thrilled her so. He was beaming when he said, “Very good for the first time. Are you sure you have not played this role before?” She just sat there thinking, “That was intoxicating,” as she felt her body tremble with pleasure.

Finally, in a serious tone she said, “You are the only wolf for this innocent woman.”

They looked in each other’s eyes, knowing their time together was precious. She was on fire with love for this man, this man from long ago. She loved her Randy of today. The past seemed like extra luggage that should be thrown away. The wolf was gone but the passion continued. They were high on each other. Bodies tangled as one when she heard his stomach rumble. “I can take care of that.”

Next Chapter: Chapter 31 The Shake