An Interview To Surrender E-Book

Arian Wulf

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Getting kicked out of her house the moment she turns eighteen isn't the worst thing that could have happened to her.  After all, Ari has a job interview lined up. Except all the questions she's being asked are incredibly intrusive. She is stripped and touched in all the right ways and all the wrong ways, making her feel things she has never felt before and do things that makes her red with shame.

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"Um. You mean, I'll have to have sex if I want to stay?" she asks.

He pulls back and tips her head up until they're looking at each other. His eyes seem to be searching for something on her face and she has to struggle to keep herself from lurching away. He's so frightening up close too, his eyes more wolf than man, his teeth too sharp to be completely human. A part of her hopes that he would say no, that she was being ridiculous for asking at all and of course she didn't need to have sex with him for her to stay, but his lips part and he asks, "Would that be such a terrible thing?" he asks.

"W-what?" she stutters, embarrassed, her heart beating a hundred times a minute. It's not, really. A crazy part of her thinks she wouldn't mind it if it was him taking her virginity, but the practical part of her mind is telling her to run while she still has the chance. It's obvious that he wants her- wants all of her, and she's not sure if she should give herself to him so willingly. What if he fucks her and then throws her out into the streets? What would happen to her then?

Her panic must have shown in her face, because his expression softens.

"It's not as frightening as you seem to think it is," he reassures her, his large hand reaching up to cradle her cheek. "I won't hurt you," he says. "I take good care of what's mine," he says and she hears the bird chirping from it's cage, like it understands what they're saying and is agreeing with him.

She chews on her bottom lip, searching his face for a sign that he's lying to her and finding none. She doesn't know him well enough to be able to tell if he's lying, at any rate.

"Would you let me take your clothes off for you?"

Her bottom lip is hurting from how hard she's biting it, but the alternative is talking and she's very sure she can't form any words right now. He keeps doing this, asking something perfectly reasonable and professional, and then doing a one-eighty and asking her for something ridiculous like stripping down.

She wants to shake her head, tell him that he's being too inappropriate and should stop. Nothing about this is appropriate, really.

She's not so innocent that she doesn't know what she's feeling is arousal, but she also thinks that it's wrong to feel this way with someone she doesn't know at all, someone whose intention isn't even all that clear. She thought she was applying for a job. Now, it looks more like she's applying to be a prostitute. Or his prostitute?

The place feels too fancy to be a sex house. The front garden had a giant water fountain the shape of a dragon. Maybe it's a really, really fancy sex house.

"You- You're being very inappropriate," she says and is afraid a second later for saying anything at all, worried that he would find insult in it and be upset, but he merely bares his teeth at her in a mockery of a smile.

He looks- he looks hungry.

And she's the only thing on the menu.

Leseprobe

Surrender 1

An Interview to Surrender

Werewolf | Group Domination & Humiliation

Arian Wulf

Copyright 2020 Arian Wulf

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

Chapter One: Caged

The bird in the cage fluffs it's feathers, preening at her in a way that makes her smile. It's a small little thing, the only thing she's seen so far in this massive home that's bigger than she is. It is perched on a metal swing, streaks of colors across it's belly and tail.

"You know why you're here?" a stern voice asks.

She turns away from the bird, feeling like a bird herself, caged and small. At least the bird had a metal cage to keep it safe, a Master to feed it when it goes hungry. Her tongue feels like it is glued to the roof of her mouth, too heavy for words.

"Um. I'm here for a job?" she says, feeling out of her depth already and she's only one question in. She's so hungry she can barely thinking. It's evening and she was kicked out in the morning with only ten dollars in her pocket. She used it to pay for a second hand pair of outfit that wasn't torn in several places so she can be somewhat presentable to her job interview.

Truthfully, she has no idea why she's here. The address was given to her right before she left and she was told firmly that she will need to be there for a job, if she wanted it.

She almost snorts at the memory. If she wanted it- as if she had a choice in the matter at all. It's either this, or homelessness and a weak little human like her won't do well out on the roads.

The werewolf's expression shifts into something unreadable before he schools his expression into something resembling neutral again and then he's nodding.

"You're eighteen?" he asks without really asking, not looking up or expecting an answer. His voice is male and deep, a low growl of a thing that makes her belly tighten in all the right ways. Or maybe it's all the wrong ways? She shouldn't be turned on by the man interviewing her, no matter how ridiculously hot he is. There's something not quite human about him, though.

She has always been able to tell such things with the Supernatural creatures among her. She thinks it's could be because she's a human and prey to so many of their kind. Her natural instinct is to run and hide and in order to do that, she needs to be able to recognize which of the people around her are threats to her. He's a werewolf, she tells herself quietly, seeing the way his hands shift to claws when he's not paying attention, the way the end of his words turn into growls.

"How old are you?" he asks, looking up and he's really asking now, peering at her with eyes that are too blue. It's frightening to be the sole attention of a predator as big and scary as he is.

She has to remind herself that she has rights and he's not an actual wolf and therefore won't eat her in order to calm her racing heart. "I'm eighteen," she manages to squeak out.

"Happy Birthday," he says, startling her because she doesn't remember putting her birthday on the resume.

Then again, she kind of wrote that in a hurry because everything she had learned in school told her that resumes are important and she shouldn't show up here without any sort of preparation... even if she still had no idea what she's getting herself into. She just knows that she really needs this job if she doesn't want to be homeless. "Thank you," she says after the silence drags on for a moment too long. Her hands tremble slightly and she folds them together over her lap to keep them from giving her away. She doesn't know if it does her any good. Her heart is pounding so loudly in her ears. Surely, he can hear that?

"So, tell me about yourself," he says and puts her at an immediate loss.

She licks her lips and asks, "Like, my previous job experiences?" she asks.

He looks a little amused and nods. "If you want," he says.

"I um- just, regular cleaning jobs? I guess? There's normally a lot of do at the orphanage and somethings I help out at the food bank and um... the local library? But like, they're not really allowed to hire me because I'm like, unregistered or something? And there's a lot of forms that needs to be filled up if they want to hire a human so they sort of just-" she bites her lower lip and stops talking because she's fairly sure she's not supposed to be telling him about how she was getting paid illegal for working there. It's not like she got to keep her money anyways. All that ends up going to the head of the orphanage because they're always short on cash and she needs to earn her keep. Or something. She doesn't really understand more of the things going on there. She thought the government gave the orphanage money.

"You've been on your own for so long," he says and there's something in his eyes that makes her want to hide away.

"I'm not alone," she finds herself saying. It's true. The Orphanage is full of people all the time. But she thinks she understand what he's saying. She's surrounded by people, but she's alone. Nobody truly knows her and it's hard for them to really know her. Most of the children in the orphanage are supernatural beings of some sort, mostly werewolves, and she's human. She's small and fragile and growing up, her peers are afraid of accidentally hurting her so they just left her alone.

It's a kind of cruel mercy, because it also means she's left alone a lot. As they grew older, the habit of staying away from the fragile, breakable human continued and they just kept to themselves while she drifted alone the sidelines, alone.

"It says here that you've just graduated?"

She nods.

"Do you have plans for after?" he asks.

Her mouth opens and closes a few times as she tries to think of the best way to say she won't be going to college because she doesn't have a penny to her name and she needs this job desperately, but she settles on a soft, "Not really."

He arches a brow at her. "Smart thing like you?" He looks at her in disbelieve. "What a terrible waste that would be. You've done really well in all your classes," he says.

She preens despite herself. She worked hard for all her grades. It's hard to be as good as she is in the classes, especially since she can't attend all the after school sessions because she needs to help out at the orphanage. The Matron doesn't like it when they have to stay back after school. She's afraid of them misbehaving and getting in trouble.

"Perhaps we can enroll you in a few classes while you're here," he says and there's a sort of finality to his tone that makes her perk up immediately.

"You mean I'm hired?" she gasps, face lighting up, smiling so widely that she can feel the stretch of her grin all the way to her ears.

He licks his lips and ducks his face, hiding his expression from her. She lets go of a breath she doesn't realize she has been holding once he's no longer putting his full attention on her. He doesn't talk for a few minutes and doesn't even appear to be reading the papers in front of him.

As she fidgets uncomfortable on the seat, she notices the way he's pulling his upper lip back, breathing in slightly, scenting the air again. She hopes she smells nice enough to him. His grip on the paper tightens so much that the paper scrunches up where he's gripping it, tearing when his nails turn into claws and then back right before her eyes.

She presses herself into the couch, irrationally afraid even though he hasn't done anything at all. She wonders if she's failed the interview somehow. She hasn't really done anything to warrant a dismissal, though.

Maybe that's the problem?