Bawdy Ballads

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I nodded miserably. My shoulders sank in defeat. He definitely knew that I'd have to obey him or be in excruciating pain. My heart clenched as a new wash of uncertainty filled me. What if he ordered me with more intimate commands than what happened at the lake?

"I don't want you to be afraid of me," he said carefully. "Will you take off your cloak?"

"I can't move. The first command is still on me," I explained when he looked perplexed.

"Oh," he breathed. "Can I try a few things?"

"Not too far," I beseeched.

He gave a nod but something mischievous danced through his eyes. "Take off your cloak," he rumbled.

With a sigh I unhooked the cloak letting it drop off my body. I was wearing tan leather leggings and a white linen blouse that flared around my hips.

"By the moon Scarlett you are even more stunning than the last time I saw you," he moaned.

"And you are still very naked Avery," I retorted before dropping my gaze. I spent so long being docile hoping it would help so people didn't trigger the curse with an order if I made a smart ass comment.

"Finally showing your fiery side," he chuckled. "Does my nudity bother you?"

"Yes," I admitted truthfully. "I've never been around people, especially men. My mama kept me secluded after the curse."

"I can understand that," he admitted. "I was cursed after running into Aunty Yaga escaping a jealous husband from a tryst I was having. She said once a wolf . . . always a wolf. When I get territorial over what I feel is mine I shift and fight." I felt my brow wrinkle in confusion. "What?"

"I'm still confused why you were fighting so near my home," I admitted. His lips lifted playfully and my eyes narrowed.

"This is my territory," he said firmly. "Give me your wrist." My arm shot out to him and I gave him a dubious look. He took my wrist lightly, bringing it slowly to his mouth. He licked out and I trembled. "Remember?"

"At the river three years ago you licked my wrist," I said, still feeling confused.

"I licked you so you are mine," he purred, "you are my territory and have been for three years."

"Are you a four year old?" I groaned. "Who really thinks that way?"

"The wolf does," he smirked. "It's why I couldn't make myself leave you over the last three years. I got even more possessive after tasting your sweet pleasures so I stayed close and built a house a little north of here. You might know that if you went more than a mile in any direction of your house."

“My mom ordered me to stay on my land and never leave,” I admitted ducking my head. “Mom and Gran set everything up for this place to be self sufficient so I could live out my life here.”

“What about finding love?” Avery questioned.

“That isn’t part of the plan,” I shrugged, feeling awkward. “If anyone guessed my curse it could be dangerous.”

His gaze turned dark with turbulent emotions. “Because a man who knew you had to obey whatever was commanded could force you to please him beyond your will,” he said roughly.

“Uh yeah,” I muttered feeling miserable.

“I admit part of me wants to command you in such a way Scarlett,” he said. My eyes shot up to him darkly. He shrugged and rolled on. “Telling you to spread your sweet thighs for me at the lake and remain still while touching, licking and bringing you pleasures beyond what you’ve known was very enticing. ”

“Avery,” I gasped at the imagery he painted in my mind's eye. My thighs squeezed together reflexively and I groaned as my wrist burnt hot from moving.

“Such pleasure and a bit of pain coursing through you, heightening your every aching need,” he purred. “I wanted so much to take it to that next step that night.”

“Please stop,” I begged.

“Does it excite you little morsel?” he teased. He caressed his hand up my arm before rounding behind me. I wanted to turn to keep him in view but didn’t want to risk moving again. He cupped my arms caressing up and down. I shivered at the warmth that radiated through the linen material. “You are so sensitive to my touch little lamb,” he chuckled.

“Avery please,” I groaned. He brought his hand to my hair at the nape of my neck running his fingers through it. I shut my eyes and breathe out hard. My body felt tingly. His hand tightened, turning my head slightly exposing my neck.

He kissed my neck and my knees buckled. His other arm locked around my waist holding me tight into his body. I felt his unmistakable hard manhood pressed into the soft leather at my ass. “You still taste so good,” he growled. The sensation of teeth biting into the meat near my shoulder made me quake. “You really do like my touch don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered achingly.

“And do you like my kiss, little lamb?” he breathed out before kissing the tendon at my neck.

“Avery you are killing me.”

He chuckled. “Not yet, sweet girl, but maybe later.” His lips moved against my throat as he spoke. “You are so beautiful. I’ve ached to be able to hold you again.”

I blushed hotly. "I should go make some food."

"In a little bit. There are two things I still want to try," he purred.

“I don’t think I can handle more,” I admitted as I straightened my legs. The move caused his hard c**k to slide across my ass flaring heat straight to my core.

“Please?”

“Not too much,” I stammered.

“Just two,” he promised. I gave a consenting nod despite the turn in my gut. “Ok first . . .” he grabbed my hips holding me firm as he rocked up slowly. “If you didn’t have to obey, do you think you would still play once in a while?”

“Play?” I repeated in confusion.