Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 3) by Ariana Hawkes Read Free Book Online

road. He flung her over the seat, the force of it knocking the breath out of her. Another tug on her hair brought her head up, and he nipped at the side of her neck, while his other hand snaked up the front of her shirt, underneath her bra and closed on her breast with an unforgiving grasp. Isabel cried out, part pain, part arousal. He pinched her nipple with a hint of viciousness, rolling it between finger and thumb. Then he pulled her shirt and bra up, just above her nipples. She looked down at them, pink and vulnerable in the open air of the forest road. Her instinct was to pull her shirt down again, but she didn’t dare anger The Wolf any further. He muttered into her ear, words she didn’t understand, in a melodious tongue that reminded her of Italian, yet his words sounded angry. At the same time, he continued his assault on her breasts, squeezing and kneading at them, tweaking at her nipples until they were raw. Each painful pinch shot a direct connection with her clit, and the ache between her thighs had turned into a deep, thrumming pain, which could only be satisfied with one thing.
    There was the sound of a vehicle. It was far enough away that Isabel couldn’t tell which direction it was coming from. It grew closer. It was coming from the left, and would soon be passing them close by. Peter spoke a single word in a harsh tone and pulled her back, off the bike and down into a crouching position. A car sped by, its headlights on full, and almost level with her eyes, temporarily blinding her. Isabel blinked rapidly and watched the red taillights disappearing from sight, wondering who was driving themselves home to a nice safe bed, while she was being ravished by a maniac. As soon as they could no longer see the red glow, Peter pulled her up again into her previous position, while he stayed crouching down. He unbuttoned her pants and pulled both them and her underwear down to her ankles. His hand stroked her bare ass and he made a sound of satisfaction. Then, he grasped her ankles and pulled them apart. She stepped awkwardly, hindered by her clothes, but, eventually, by bending her knees wide enough, she managed to spread her legs to his satisfaction. He growled low in his throat. She squirmed, knowing his face was inches away from her wet, open pussy. He stood up and landed a slap on her left ass cheek.
    “Oh!” she yelled. His hand clamped over her mouth and she picked up a hint of her own scent on it.
    “Be quiet, Isabel. Don’t make a single sound, until I ask you a question,” he ordered. “You understand?” She nodded, as much as she was able to.
    “Good.” He took his hand off her mouth, and used it to slap her other ass cheek. He slapped the left again, and then the right. Each one was stinging, but not unbearable, and she could feel heat radiating from her ass. He continued to spank her, moving around from the very top of her cheeks, all the way down to the tops of her thighs, until every inch of her ass had been slapped, and the whole area was starting to feel sore. He stopped, and she sighed in relief.
    “I’m going to punish you for forgetting!” he said. Isabel drew in a sharp breath. The punishment hasn’t started yet? It sure feels like it has! His hand landed on her ass, right across the middle, and far harder than before. Isabel screamed. “I warned you, Isabel.” He rummaged in his pocket and brought his hand around to her face. There was something in it – some fabric. Before she could begin to think that maybe she should keep her mouth shut, Peter forced it between her lips and crammed it into her mouth. It was a handkerchief, or something similar, and she picked up a flavor of leather and engine oil. She gagged a little at the dryness invading her mouth and throat, and the awful taste, but it stayed put. “If you’re not capable of doing as I tell you, I have plenty of ways of making sure that you do,” Peter said, in a crooning voice. “Think about that.” He moved away from