Thread: Caught Pick Pocketing

Giving a soft huff to his words she told herself to not give into him, to not let him think she was weak and would fall head over heels for him quickly, or not make him frustrated by her restraint in being close to him, knowing it probably drove him mad that he would not have her in the carriage. Whimpering softly and bringing her hands to the ones on her hips she tried to ease his grip her body no longer relaxed, but tense and wanting away from what was hurting and frightening her since the male under her was clearly large, stronger, and probably faster than she was, so when it came to fight or flight she was not stupid, to try fighting him like this was clearly not the option she would go with. I did not like my job at first, but I had to work my way up to be a lead dancer and earn the most money to be left alone and not forced to do anything I did not want to. But I started to like it despite he never lowered my debt, and I know my math, I paid off quite a bit of it, but he made excuses to keep it as high as possible. She explained, a hint of the pain from his fingers digging into her flesh evident and she wondered if he would leave bruises on her silky skin, knowing that with how pale she was it would be very obvious and she would have to wear something to hide it. Her head moved so she could look at him again, still once more and wondering if he was telling the truth about leaving her virginity intact for the evening, wondering how long she might be able to keep him from using her for her first time since the thought of it not only excited her, but frightened her a little, especially with a male like him. And by other means of course you are probably refering to other things to pleasure you should I be able to cooperate? She knew it would be easy enough to do that with her hands and not have to do much else, but she doubted he would not want himself in her mouth and with her full red lips wrapped around him. He was right however, if he forced her she probably would try to hurt him back, not certain if she could kill him, but there were other ways to hurt people, although she figured if he were to be killed he would not come after her and the pack would either leave her alone and seek another alpha, or hunt her down, but she doubted that last part. Dayra whimpered in protest to his grinding against her in the carriage, that being the only reason she wanted out of his lap, not minding the closeness but the scent, and feeling of sex and much more terrified her, most likely because of her inexperience, but it did not change how she felt about this, he was treating her as a slave and pet and she did not like or appreciate it wondering if he would change his tune if she were with child or free, would he be different toward her, more respectful... she nearly laughed at her own thought the voice in the back of her mind laughing hard after shouting in her head 'Yeah right'. But then again she did not know him, he would not tell her much about himself, and if he spoke more about him she might even be willing to cooperate more and be what he wanted, unlikely, but not entirely impossible. Once the carriage stopped she nearly jumped out of his lap as he stood and watched him grasp the leash, her ears folding back while she locked her jaw and said nothing about it, hating the damn thing the moment he put it to use, not minding it before, but when he used it to pull at her was when it really rubbed her the wrong way. Once outside she remained close to hopefully hide the stupid rope and prevent others from seeing it, not wanting them to make assumptions, although they probably already had or would be very shortly. Walking through she barely looked at people, not wanting to be seen like this and for this to be their first impression of her in this place, humiliating and making her want to leave all the more. Once to his house she entered with him and looked around, taking note of the size of the house, wondering who else lived her. Would you be angry with me if I asked you about yourself? She asked, wanting to know more about the male who owned her now, trying to be comfortable with him enough to feel calm around him. If she could just know more about him or have even some sense of kindness in him it would probably make her more at ease and possibly able to do more of what it was he demanded she do without having to demand or order her to do something. Shaking the thoughts from her head she had to think of something less depressing, If you do not have a mate, then does anyone live here with you? Parents, family? She asked, not sure if his parents were gone like hers and she had made it apparent that her own family was dead and so while it may be a sensitive subject for him, it was one for her as well and she wanted him to see she was interested in him as a person, as opposed to other women who might have just seen him as a nice one night stand, besides she was to be stuck with him for years and figured she would find out sooner or later, so why not sooner. She gazed around the house, knowing it was larger than hers had been, and smiled at the thought of little ones running around this place to make it more warm and homey, to liven it up more. Blushing a little she looked back to him with interest, did he want children, and if so, with whom? A Mate, any woman he lay with... perhaps a slave? That thought seemed unlikely, but she too had thoughts like that from time to time, and it was in her nature to want such things even if he was being a bit of a brute in her opinion.