His Human Mate (A werebear story)

***TRIGGER WARNING*** ***s****l ABUSE*** My name is Morgan Andrews and my life didn't begin until the day I turned 18. The day I felt freedom for the very first time. Some might look at where I came from and think I was ungrateful, that I'd grown up privileged, but if you peeked beneath the surface you'd see it was all a lie. I was born to a weathly couple. My father, a business man and billionaire, one of the wealthiest and most powerful in the world. My mother, the perfect trophy wife, trained by her mother to serve the needs of her husband. Looking in from the outside you would see only the perfect couple, deep in love, but underneath the perfect facade laid the truth. My mother, deeply unhappy and highly medicated by pills and booze. My father, cold and calculating, his only love, the money he made and deals he closed, the frequent side pieces he would use then discard like trash. Than there's me, the loneliest child in the world. When I was born my parents were disappointed. I was a girl, not suitable to be his heir. Father took his anger out on mother and she took her pain out on me. If I had been a boy, I would've been trained to one day take over my father's empire, but instead I was trained to be my mothers clone. I was home schooled by only the finest tutors and teachers money could buy. By my fifth birthday I could speak five languages and play the piano at a level fit for the Philharmonic. My days were spent in solitude, learning everything from math to how to behave in high society. I was never allowed outside of our home, so I didn't have any friends, except for our cook, Miss Nora. However when my parents caught sight of her showing me affection, she was quickly fired and replaced. I was 8, and that's the first and only person who had ever shown me even an ounch of care. By the time I reached 15, my father wasn't happy with just grooming me for the life my mother had. No, his disappointment with me being female ran deep and he found another way to use me, to build on his empire. Because I had been trapped inside the home that was my prison my entire life, my father was sure of one thing, I was a virgin. My father's business accosiates were not the kind you would find in boardrooms. No, they were the ones you met in secret, in foreign countries. Meetings disguised as chance encounters while on vacation. They were men any sane person would avoid, and my father was the worst of all. In my fathers eyes, not all was lost and using me to seal a deal with one of his associates was nothing more than a business transaction, and his way of gaining something from me not being who he'd wanted. One particular man my father dealt with had a particular appetite for young virgins and my father took full advantage of this. To this day, I don't know what my father got out of this deal, but I do know what Mr. Nikola Fangili got. Me. The day of my 16th birthday my parents brought in a stylist crew. I was given a full makeover. My body was scrubbed and washed, shaved and waxed free of any hair, including my p***y. My hair was styled in braided pigtails and I was dressed in clothes a child would wear. White cotton panties and no bra. I hadn't understood at the time. In my mind I thought maybe, just maybe my parents were throwing me a party, so I endured. My innocent mind filled with excitement. And when later that day I was told I would be leaving the house, my excitement only grew. I still remember every detail of that first night. After I was finished being dressed up I rushed down to the foyer, excitement bubbling through me as I bounced on my feet. I heard car tires against the gravel drive and the excitement only grew. My father joined me in the foyer but didn't acknowledge me as he answered the door. I peeked outside, seeing the sleek black car and my smile widened. I was really being let out, taken somewhere for a party. As I stood there bouncing with excitement my father grabbed my arm and pulled me to his side. "Nikola, this is my daughter." My father said as I smiled up at the man, not speaking, because I knew I wasn't allowed to unless given permission. Nikola looked down at me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes roamed across my young body. My bouncing stopped and I clasped my hands behind my back. The way he looked at me made me nervous, but I didn't know why. "She's perfect my friend. I'll send the signed papers over first thing in the morning. If I can tear myself away from her." He chuckled and the sound ran through me, causing me to shiver. I darted my eyes to my father, silently asking what was going on. But he ignored me, instead addressing Nikola as he gave me a little shove forwards. I stumbled and the man caught my arms, pulling me flush against his front. "If you wish to extend the agreed upon time, we can work something out. Until then she's yours for the weekend. Enjoy." With that they shook hands before I was lead outside to the waiting car. My head swimming. I didn't protest. My innocent mind had no clue what was about to happen. I didn't know I should've been afraid. I still thought I was going to a birthday party. But how wrong I was. When we reached the car, the driver opened the backseat and I climbed in, my eyes looking everywhere. The seats were a soft black leather and felt amazing beneath me. It was the first time I'd ever been in a car. As my excitement grew again I had reached over to press the buttons in front of me as Nikola slid in beside me, he grabbed my hand before I could do anything and I froze. I had forgotten my place. I looked down, waiting to be reprimanded, but it never came. Instead Nikola wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me to him as he lifted me and placed me on his lap. I squealed, my heart pounding behind my ribcage, but still I said nothing. Once the car began to move Nikola placed one hand on my bare thigh, the dress I was made to wear had ridden up, and my white cotton panties could be seen. His fingers squeezed hard and I stifled a pained groan as I felt his nose brush against the side of my neck as he inhaled, smelling my skin. I froze. I didn't know what was happening. His hand on my thigh inched upwards towards the apex of my legs, his fingertips brushed against the fabric of my panties and I jumped. I was becoming frantic, scared. My parents had sent me out of the house with this man I didn't know and he was touching me where I knew I wasn't supposed to be touched. He growled, digging his nails painfully into the skin of my inner thigh at my movement. "Stay still. Be a good girl and I won't have to hurt you. But if you fight me, I will make you bleed." His voice was low and menacing as he spoke. My eyes widened with fear at the threat. What was happening? What was this man going to do to me? I would find out soon enough and it would destroy me.