Chapter 2 It Hasn't Begun

"Open your legs for me, Master." "Huh?" Alice nervously uttered. "You can't understand English?" he asked. "Eguv qa ej coxk. That is an ancient language from my werewolf Pack." Suddenly, his large hands violently tore off her clothes, the sound of fabric ripping echoing through the dimly lit hotel room. He forcefully yanked and pulled, giving in to his primal urges. Alice trembled, trying to speak with bravery but unable to conceal her growing fear. This was her first time, and with a complete stranger, no less. "You're a real piece of work," he remarked. "W-What do you mean?" she stammered. "Your body," he replied. She felt his gaze scrutinize every inch of her, causing her to shudder. It was then that she realized she was left with nothing but her undergarments. "Your body is so pale and frail. Do you even eat properly?" he asked, his handsome face displaying concern and arrogance. Alice murmured with annoyance, "I ate enough. Can you stop blabbering?" "Blabber? What kind of blabber?" he asked. "'Open your legs'. Do not speak to me like that," she protested. His crimson gaze bore into hers. Nonetheless, Alice met his stare head-on. He spoke, "I'm sorry. I'm a werewolf, a creature of the wild. Please forgive my crude behavior, Master." Alice was taken aback by the way he addressed her. "Master?" she questioned. He explained, "You seem to have a refined manner about you, unlike myself. I've only learned the vulgar language, Master." He then spread her thighs apart, holding her in place with his body. He asked, "Shall I pleasure you, Master?" "Ohh!" Alice felt strong hands lift her buttocks and upper body from the bed while her legs were latched around his lean waist. He pulled his wrist and placed it on his shoulder. "But we will take it slowly, Master," he promised. Alice was taken aback by his words, her heart racing with anticipation. "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. The man leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. Their noses were almost touching as he began to explain his plan. "I shall begin with a kiss," he whispered, his lips hovering just inches from hers. Alice's heart skipped a beat as she felt his warm breath on her face. "What? That's...oh!" she gasped before he silenced her with his lips. The kiss was wild and hot, and his tongue repeatedly found its way in. He sucked on her lips and taught her things she never knew were possible when kissing a man. Alice was amazed by the intensity of the kiss. 'I never thought that kissing could be so deep and hot,' she thought silently as she found herself enjoying it more than she ever expected. Alice was convinced this man would not be taken lightly, especially since he was a werewolf. 'Maybe I messed with the wrong guy,' she realized she may have messed with the wrong guy. Their tongues intertwined. His hand slid down and wandered around her body. His caress was gentle, unlike his ferocious kiss. Breaking the kiss momentarily, he leaned to her ear, and his tongue licked her earlobe. His hand continued its journey down her body, tracing the line of her neck before settling on her collarbone. "Ahhh...ahhh," Alice moaned softly, lost in the sensation of his touch. "You like this?" he asked, "or this? With a deft movement, he cupped her breast, his fingers teasing her rosy bud to a peak. Suddenly, he pulled down her brassiere, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. He admired her pink and perky mounds and brought up his fingers to play with them as he pleased. "These are cute," he mumbled. When he rubbed and pinched Alice's nipples, she couldn't help but let out soft moans of pleasure. Her lips parted as she gasped for air, her body responding to his touch. "W-What are you... ahh... ahhh...!" she managed to stutter out, her voice trembling with desire. He smirked at her reaction, knowing she was enjoying herself despite her protests. "I see you still have time to complain," he teased, his fingers playing with her sensitive nipples. "Even though your reaction told me the opposite, master." Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her neck. He nibbled on her skin, grazing his tongue over the sensitive area. "Oh my god! Hmmm!" Alice couldn't help but let out a loud moan, her body arching towards him as she grabbed his broad shoulders. "Shit... Why are you.. uh... only touching that... side?" "My master whined a lot. Don't worry, I will give pleasure to the other side," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. However, he assured his current partner that he would provide her with the utmost satisfaction. As he leaned in, he planted a series of kisses on her neck, his lips eagerly sucking at her skin. He left behind a trail of marks as if to assert his ownership over her. His lips then reached her right breast, eliciting a gasp from Alice. "Oh g-god... a-ahhh~" The werewolf's mouth enveloped her breast, his warm tongue lapping at her sensitive skin. Alice writhed in pleasure, unable to contain her moans of ecstasy. He held her firmly, preventing her from escaping the overwhelming sensations he was causing. "It's delicious, Master," satisfied, he declared. "Uhmm...ahh!" Alice could only respond with a series of incoherent sounds, lost in the pleasure he was providing. Then, she felt his tongue continue to swirl around her nipples, the sounds of his licking and sucking filling the otherwise silent hotel room. Alice noticed that her lower power was throbbing, and she felt so wet. It felt so embarrassing for her to be caught like this, so she tried to close her legs together. But all effort was futile. Before she closed her legs, the man dug his hand between her thighs. "Who said you can close it?" He asked. "Leave it open, master." "But I... oh fuck...ahh..." A short moan escaped her lips when she felt his hand grasp the wet part of her panty. His thick fingers caressed her from the outside, rubbing her sensitive area through the thin clothes separating her petals and his finger. The world slowed to a crawl as she found herself experiencing a foreign, enticing desire. "Can I ask something?" he uttered. "Ugh.. what?" Alice rebuked. "Have you ever tried masturbating?" the lewd beast asked. Never. She had never tried it before, but the mere suggestion made her feel a rush of heat throughout her body. The man chuckled, "I can tell by your reaction that you haven't. Would you like to try it?" Alice was irritated by his audacity, "Is masturbation something to be proud of?" The man's response was arrogant, "I cannot speak for everyone, but it would be quite enjoyable to see you poke your little fingers inside of you." "Oh my goodness... you... ohh..." Alice was on the verge of complaining, but the sensation of his fingers caressing the delicate fabric of her underwear rendered her speechless. "Perhaps we can do it next time," he whispered. "For now, let me bring you pleasure." His fingers applied pressure, creating a tantalizing friction against her panties. Alice's moans grew louder and more frequent until the man's lips muffled them as he kissed her deeply. Their tongues danced in perfect harmony, heightening the intensity of the moment. "Ahh, ahh, yeah, like that," Alice moaned. "I like it...I.. oh!" A hard foreign object touched her entrance and penetrated it. It was the man's middle finger that dug deeper into her wet crevice. It was so deep that his palm was almost flat against her heat. Alice, in her pitiful state, dared to protest his actions. "W-Wait... that... ahh!" she stuttered, clearly unable to handle his expertise. As he added another finger inside her, she foolishly attempted to pull away from him. "H-Hold on..." she huffed, clearly unable to handle the pleasure he provided her. "That is... Huh... uh... wait... stop ahh..." Despite her futile attempts to escape, he held her still. With each rough and forceful poke, she cried out in agony. "Ahh!" "You are crying already?" the werewolf asked, amused by her weakness. "B-Because it is... uck... h-hurt," Alice sobbed. With a smirk, the beast replied, "It's just a finger, master. I need to make you ready. Because we have not yet started."