Ethan worked my hair into a ponytail. “I love your hair, but I don’t want it to get in my way. I love watching your face.” He took a seat again, confusing me the more.He offered me a slice of peach, I stared at the fruit then at him, a frowned appeared on my face.“You will feed from my hands,” he said.Leaning forward I sucked the fruit from his fingers trying not to touch his skin, Ethan laughed. “I wash my hands. You’re not going to get any diseases.” For several minutes he fed me different slices of fruit, sipping his coffee and reading the paper. The only attention he paid me was with the fruit he offered up.Was i invisible?Gripping the edge of my seat, I took more fruit. When the bowl was empty he buttered some toast and tore the bread apart. Again, i had to take the food from his fingers. Slowly, the anger started to ebb away to be replaced with comfort. I liked taking food from his offered hands. He was feeding me, caring for me.When the food was all gone, Ethan took plent

Emma's POV.My heart was hammering as Ethan too my hand, leading me to the bedroom, his hand held mine, making me feel the warmth of his skin, leaving my stomach in my heels. He was silent, standing beside me, hands folded as we both entered into my bedroom.Ethan stopped by the doors and turned to face me. “This is it. As far as I intend to go for now" he reached into the closet, and withdrew a length of white cloth. “i will put this blindfold on you. By allowing me to put it on anytime I desire, you are agreeing to willingly follow every instruction given to you fr this moment without hesitation. If you do not agree, I will take you home, back to your father.” He blinked at me, waiting. “Do you so agree?” His voice was formal.I took a deep breath. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”Ethan lifted a shoulder. “There is always a choice.”I searched myself. Could I do this, knowing what would likely be expected of me?I lifted my chin, summoned my courage. “I agree.”Ethan nodded once, and

“I liked pain, or I thought I liked pain. The guy I lost my virginity to he wasn’t clean about it or nice. It hurt a little. I don’t know if it hurt or if it was supposed to hurt.”“I get it,” i said, kissing her shoulder.“It was before my transition. I was eighteen, and I wanted to have sex as a human. I heard that some wolves couldn’t have sex without turning. If I got a human mate I didn’t want to risk killing him so I decided to have sex before. There was a little pain, but I didn’t have an orgasm. That was the last time I ever felt pain.”i listened to her talk, finally opening up to my, Her wolf stopped pacing and simply rested, clearly happy that she was trusting someone with the truth."Afterward I thought I needed the pain to get off. I couldn’t enjoy sex any other way, and so I did a little research and I found people who felt the same. Before my transition, I could feel pain, and all of a sudden, it was gone. I figured I had to go looking for it.” Emma opened up telling me

i didn’t want him to meet her mother, she was awful, vile and evilHe thrust his pelvis against my core. “I think it’s time for that grand tour.” Ethan said, withdrawing from me, and i couldn’t stop the whimper from leaving my lips. He was torturing me on purpose, he knew what he was doing, subtle seduction, that my body responds to on its own Accord, I was sure of what I was thinking“I’m naked, Sir,” i said, reminding him if he had forgotten he said he wanted me naked all the time, I don't think he wants me naked outside too.“Good. I like seeing the beauty of my submissive. You’re truly beautiful, Emma.” He took my hand within his.He is ours as much as we are his.“This is one of the sitting rooms.” He picked up the remote and pointed it at the screen. “Ah, yes, this is the sports room. The television will only take sports, so no one can complain about what’s on the television.”Ethan spent all morning taking me from room to room. i loved the age of the house. He had kept a great

Emma's POV.I felt Ethan withdraw from me, his eyes were dark, shamelessly filled with lust, I could sense he was forming a plan in his head, his eyes roamed over my body, taking in the sights of my nakedness, my erected nipples pointed out of my breasts, down to my well shaved pussy, I could see the fire in his eyes, the longing through the way his body was reacting.The touch of his lips again on my skin was tender, sensual, leaving a tingle rushing all through me, and then his lips skated across my skin, warm and moist, and I couldn’t stop a shiver, couldn’t stop a gasp, His lips moved from the bud of my nipples up to my shoulder, but kissing for the sake of kissing. Oh, god. He was kissing the bruised skin of my breasts, No one had kissed my hurts since I was a tiny child. My mother was never the kiss-it-better type, even on her best days. And my father, well, he had been loving enough, but was often absent, working all the time.Now the kisses moved across my collarbone, down ar