Give You A Kid? No Way!

Give You A Kid? No Way! Written by Cassie Alexandra All Rights Reserved Copyright 2023 Prologue Taylor woke up trembling in the darkness. She was cold, groggy, sore, and unsure as to where in the hell she actually was. Realizing that she wasn’t just naked - but spread eagle and tied to a metal bedframe - she screamed but the sound was muffled by a strip of duct tape covering her mouth. What the hell? Panicking, she fought to try and free herself, pulling and kicking at her restraints, but it was useless. She was trapped. Frightened, Taylor closed her eyes and cried. How had this happened? Her memory was hazy - the last twenty-four hours a blur - it was almost like she’d been drugged. The only thing Taylor really knew was that she needed to pull herself together if she wanted to make it out of the nightmare alive. Forcing herself to relax, she began to concentrate and slowly things started coming back to her. She clearly remembered driving to Shore Lake to meet up with an old friend, Rayann. They’d gone to a bar, had a few drinks, and then started chatting with a handsome stranger. Or at least he'd been a stranger to her. Everyone else in the bar seemed to know him, including Rayann. Taylor guessed him to be somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties, very intelligent and incredibly charming. He’d said all the right things, making her feel beautiful and special. They’d flirted and laughed and drank some more. Somewhere in the evening, her friend disappeared and he invited her back to his place for a nightcap. Not too tipsy to know where it would lead, Taylor agreed and followed him to his cabin by the lake. Once at his place, the couple started making out. Things became hot and heavy quickly and soon he pulled off her clothes, kissing and touching her everywhere. He'd definitely known what he was doing and she threw caution to the wind, opening herself up to him completely. The next thing she knew, they were both naked in his bed. It was hot, erotic, and utterly mind-blowing. Then, just as she was about to reach her peak, he began thrusting into her like a savage. Normally, she was okay with a little wild s*x, but things went south quickly when he started choking her. Unable to breathe, she’d tried pulling at his fingers and digging her nails into the back of his hands. He had to know that she wasn't into that kind of stuff but ignored her struggles and then laughed when she tried clawing at his face. “Wild cat, huh?” He smacked her across the face. “You like it rough? So do I.” He slapped her again and then over and over as she cried, begging him to stop. His fingers went back around her throat, tight and unyielding, squeezing until she lost consciousness. And now here she was, a prisoner to a psychopath. Tears streamed down her bruised cheeks as Taylor pulled and tugged at the restraints, desperate to get away. She couldn’t believe the guy was doing this. Someone her friend had even given the thumbs up to. “He’s trustworthy,” she’d told Taylor earlier. “I’ve known him for years.” Apparently, she hadn’t known him that well. “Help!” Taylor screamed against the tape. Suddenly, the door opened and the monster entered the bedroom, his eyes gleaming an eerie yellowish gold. “Welcome back,” he murmured, his voice deeper than she’d remembered. Almost growly. He walked over to the bed and stood over her naked, stroking his erection proudly. Taylor cried out again against the duct tape, begging and pleading with her eyes to untie her. He leaned down and trailed a finger between her breasts. “If I take the duct tape off, I want you to keep your voice down. Got it?” She nodded. He tore it off, making her yelp in pain. “Sorry about that.” He leaned down and kissed her swollen mouth, almost tenderly. Then he bit her lower lip hard, making her cry out again. He clamped his hand down on her mouth. “What did I say?” Tasting the blood in her mouth, she licked the inside of his hand, trying to please him. Needing to please him. She believed now that it was her only chance to escape. Smiling, he let off and then sucked in his breath when she took his finger into her mouth. “I knew you'd come around eventually. Tell me, do you want to live?” “Yes. Please,” she whispered, terrified that death was actually in the equation. His eyes glowed brighter. He watched as she began sucking his finger again, entranced by her mouth as it moved up and down and sucked. She could tell that he wanted to fill it with something else. She just wished she wasn’t tied up. She’d bite off more than his damn finger if given the chance. “How far are you willing to go to please me?” “Anything.” The truth was she just wanted to get out of there alive. If it meant putting up with some creepy kinks, then so be it. “You’re a very smart woman, Taylor. And you have a beautiful face and body. Hopefully fertile enough to give me what I want.” What in the hell did that mean? “So, are you going to continue to play nice now?” She nodded. “Good. I have a wonderful surprise in store for you, too.” He grinned. “I know it's going to blow your mind when you see it.” His eerie smile made the hair stand up on the back of her neck. She prayed that his kink didn’t involve knives or anything sharp. “Let’s get the rope off of you.” Relief flooded through her. She’d be free from the bed and that was a start. As promised, he untied her and then backed away. Taylor stared at him, wondering what kind of crazy nonsense he was going to make her submit to now. A whip? A paddle? No, that seemed far too easy. “Get ready to feast your eyes,” he growled. Suddenly, his face contorted and the sound of bones breaking startled her. What in the bloody hell? Staring in horror, she watched as his naked body began to contort and change before her very eyes. His thighs and muscles grew and shifted, as did his arms, his jaw, and even his ears. Soon there was hair and fur where there shouldn’t have been and a canine muzzle filled with sharp, jagged teeth. The kind that could rip into a grizzly bear like a knife through butter. When it was all over, he stood before her on all fours, no longer a man but a freak of nature. A beast. A huge wolf on steroids. Oh my god, there really are werewolves! Staring at him in terror, Taylor scrambled to the corner of the bed. The creature let out a howl and the next thing she knew, he had her pinned back down on the bed. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she begged, staring up into his glowing yellow eyes. “Hurt you? Darlin’, this is where the real fun begins,” he growled, his breath hot on her face. For the next several hours, Taylor found herself begging for mercy as he did unspeakable things to her body. His appetite was dark in both wolf and human form, giving and taking, taking and giving. When it was over, he left her broken, bruised, and praying for death. Exhausted, she eventually passed out and woke several hours later, this time clean, bandaged, and in a totally different bedroom. She sat up slowly, wincing from pain that seemed to be coming from every part of her body. “You’re awake.” Taylor’s head snapped to look at the beast who was human again, dressed in a soft yellow sweater and trousers. He gazed down at her with concern. “You’ve been asleep for quite a while. I’m pleased to see you’re back.” She licked her dry, cracked lips and stared at him. He looked non-threatening and so handsome, it was hard to believe the guy was a monster. “I know you’re probably not feeling up to it, but I thought we’d take a trip next week. To the Caribbean. I have a business meeting there and I want you with me. We’ll stay for a couple of weeks and I’ll make sure you’re pampered like you deserve.” Taylor stared at him in shock. He fluffed one of the pillows and pulled the covers around her, making sure she was comfortable. He smiled pleasantly. “Cheer up. I know this is strange and unusual. I get it. But in time…you’re going to love being part of the family.” She was speechless. His grin faded. “And if you’re not happy… when all of this is over, I’ll let you walk away with a big fat check. How does that sound?” “When all of what is over?” she whispered hoarsely. “The pregnancy. Once you give me a child, I’ll let you go.” Taylor was one thing, and it wasn’t an i***t. There was no way in hell he’d ever let her walk away alive. Not after what she’d seen. Until then, she would be agreeable until she escaped, or found a way to kill him first.