Sheep
Businesswoman conflict with her outer persona, but her inner needs and sexual desires.
The clink of glasses and the low hum of conversation fill the expensive restaurant, but I can barely hear it over the longing of my heart. I look across the table at Mark; his kind eyes and gentle smile are in stark contrast to the man who's always on my mind. Me and the deer man had a pleasant evening, the conversation flowed easily, and the sex was... nice. But it's not what I want.
My iPhone vibrates on the table, and I see the name flash across the screen. Jake. My stomach twists, and I know I shouldn't answer. But I do. "Where are you, Sheep?" His voice is a low growl, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I'm on a date," I admit, my voice hesitant. I can feel Mark's concerned gaze, but I can't meet his big loving brown eyes. Jake laughs, a mocking sound. "Dump him. Be at my house in fifteen minutes. I want that fat ass sheep."
I should say no. I should tell him I won't come. But my body is already responding to his words, my mind flashing back to the last time he took me. I make some excuse to my date, my voice distant, my mind already elsewhere.
The drive to Jake's apartment is a blur. I don't even remember parking my Porsche. I'm standing at his door, my heart pounding in my chest, my body already responding to the anticipation. He opens the door, his amber eyes cold and hard. "Get in here," he growls, grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside. "On your knees, Sheep. You know what I want."
I do. I know exactly what the wolf wants. I kneel on the cold hardwood, my elbows supporting me. I present myself to him, my pussy already wet and ready. I can feel his eyes on me, taking in my dirty blonde hair, and my slightly rounded form. I'm not the thin, perfect woman he could have, but he wants me. He wants this ass.
He doesn't say anything, just unzips his pants and grabs my hips, pulling me back onto him. I gasp as he enters my anus, his thick cock filling me completely, stretching me in a way that's almost painful. But it feels so good, so right. I can feel every ridge, every vein as he slams in and out of me, his grip on my hips bruising.
I make the noise, the "baa" sound that he's named me for. It's humiliating, but it also feels good, feels right. I can't help it, can't control it. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Take it, Sheep," he grunts, his thrusts getting harder, faster. "This is what you're good for. Taking my cock up your fat ass." I should hate this, hate him. I should be with Mark, with someone kind and sweet. But this feels... right. This feels like what I need.
I can feel him getting close, his cock stiffening inside me. "Tighten up your ass," he growls. "Make me come, Sheep. You know what you're supposed to do. This is what you're here for." And I obey. I come hard, my asshole convulsing around his dick, the pleasure so intense it brings joyful tears to my eyes. I can feel him ejaculating powerfully into me his scalding seed filling me, marking me.
I'm a mess of contradictions, my body betraying me, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. But at this moment, I don't care. I don't care about anything but the pleasure, the feeling of him inside my clinching anus, the way he's making me his. I am his Sheep, here to take his cock, to let go
and be my true self.