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Kept by the Mountain Beast by Celeste Jones – Extended Preview

Back in the cage. Naked.

My captor moved around the single room of the cabin and I watched the muscles of his naked body flex as he dressed himself. I should have looked away, but I couldn’t. His body was perfection, firm in all the right places. His wet hair brushed back from his face and dripped tantalizing rivulets of water down his spine and over the round cheeks of his ass. When he opened his thighs I caught a glimpse of his balls and wondered what it would feel like to touch them.

Once he was dressed, he exited. As I watched him go, I couldn’t help wondering what his plans were for me when he returned.

I tried the door of the cage again. He had returned the lock to the cage door. It was as tightly locked down as ever. My shoulder still ached from my earlier efforts at escape.

I sat and waited.

Not only did my shoulder ache, but my ass smarted considerably from the whooping the mountain man gave me. I reached back and rubbed the still tender flesh. What kind of brute was he to spank me like that?

I glanced down at my mound, checking to see if he’d plucked out any tufts of the hair there. Now freshly washed, the curls were soft and I skimmed my fingers over them.

My thoughts were filled with the image of his massive cock, hard and ready. I glanced toward the bed and wondered what it might be like to share a bed with a mountain beast. The idea made me a bit lightheaded, a combination of curiosity and nerves.

I slipped my fingers lower, between my thighs and into the slick folds of my sex, already coated with my essence. I worked two fingers along the opening and into my core, exploring the width and depth of my pussy, touching every surface I could reach.

His cock would never fit.

Envisioning the thickness of his cock and imagining it filling me, as I stroked. I pictured him looming above me, his dark eyes staring into mine, looking into my soul. Moisture slipped from the walls of my vagina, coating my digits and making the movement smoother. My pulse quickened. Shifting my weight around in the cage, I added a third finger.

Maybe his cock would fit.

What? Was I actually considering this? Considering was hardly the correct word. It was not as though I had a choice. The beast took what he wanted.

Oh, god, my pussy gushed with wetness at the thought and tightened around my fingers.

Why else would he have kept me? Cleaned me?

I thought about what he’d said. That I hadn’t kept my word. I felt kind of bad about that. He wasn’t wrong, though I hated to admit he might be right.

I continued moving my fingers in and out. A tingling sensation emanated from where my fingers stroked my passage and the walls around my fingers quivered. With one hand I opened the lips of my pussy, gliding along the outer rim while my other remained in my hot core. My breath came in gasps and I whimpered with need.

My clit pulsed and I pressed my fingers to it, the nerve endings spreading heat throughout my body.

It became hard to get sufficient air in my lungs and I forgot I was inside a cage, captive of a mountain beast. All my thoughts were focused on the pleasure wafting through my body. My brain turned into a fuzzy haze as sensations coursed through my body.

The movements of my hands became frenzied, working my clit and my core as I pleasured myself shamefully inside that cage. I threw my head back against the hard metal and closed my eyes, my hips rocking to push my fingers deeper.

Heated longing coiled inside me. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, tightened like a spring. The tightness continued and I could feel that I was almost there, on the very edge of an explosive orgasm. With a groan I pinched my clit until the coil finally snapped then exploded, sending me spiraling through delirium. For a few moments it was as though I was suspended in time before I floated down and blinked my eyes, trying to adjust to reality.

Before I could fully comprehend where I was after the blissful few minutes I spent touching myself, the door to my cage was yanked open and I was dragged out by my ankle and jerked to stand before the mountain beast. The man who had gently washed my hair now towered over me, eyes narrowed. His nostrils flared and he picked up my hands and brought them to his face. After he took a big whiff and my face flamed in embarrassment, he hustled me over to the wash basin and scrubbed my hands with soap and water. When he finished, he bent me over the side of the bed and swatted my ass several times.

“You gave yourself to me, body and soul. Not two hours ago you made that promise. And what have you done since then? The exact opposite. You’ve run off. Tried to get out of your cage and hurt yourself in the process and now, touching what belongs to me. What you gave to me.”

The smacks and my cries echoed around the cabin. The heady lethargy of my orgasm vanished as he swatted my ass, reigniting the flames from the spankings I had already received that day.

“I-I’m sorry,” I said against the mattress. My face was pressed to the quilt on top of the bed and when I inhaled I was filled with his scent and the yearning in my core flared to life again.

“Sorry? Is that the best you’ve got? You say words, but they mean nothing to you.” He stopped swatting.

I was still bent over the bed, my face turned away to the side, held there by his hand on my shoulder, his hot fingers gripping me. His foot pushed mine wider apart. I moaned with embarrassment, knowing my pussy was on full display for him. Long powerful fingers covered my soaking pussy as he cupped me from behind.

“Look how wet you are, Lexi.” He held his fingers in front of my face, coated with my moisture. I tried to turn away but he forced me to look at his hand. “Do you see this? My fingers are the only ones to ever touch your pussy, to have your essence on them. Do you understand that?”

I stared at his wet fingers and to my utter humiliation, I felt more of my juices trickle down the inside of my thigh. He sniffed the air again. Oh, god. He knew.

Not only that, but he knew my name.

“H-how do you know my name?”

“I heard those men call you Lexi. I listen. I pay attention when people speak. You could learn something from me about that.”

His hand scraped along my thigh, gathering up the fresh wave of my arousal.

“Answer me, Lexi. Tell me you understand.”

“I-I un-understand.”

“What do you understand?”

What the hell was wrong with me? Why did my pussy continue to spasm and drip with moisture?

“Only y-you can touch my p-pussy.”

To prove his point, he drove one hard finger into my core. I gasped and rose up on my toes. The muscles of my pussy spasmed around his digit and I longed to push back with my hips to give him even more access. Oh, god, his touch down there was so much better than mine, and I really, really liked touching myself. My toes curled against the hard wood of the floor.

“And what is the promise you made to me?” He leaned low and growled the question in my ear.

My fingers clutched at the blanket covering the bed as waves of longing moved through me. “I pr-promised to g-give you all of me, b-body and soul.” As I spoke, he pistoned his finger in and out of my core. I moaned and hid my heated face against the bed.

“Including this pussy?”

“Y-yes,” I wailed into the mattress. My thighs quivered and I gasped for air.

He dug deep into my embarrassingly wet core and brought out more of my essence. He stopped holding me down on the bed and used that hand to spread the cheeks of my ass apart. I shuddered with shame. “Nooo,” I mumbled into the thick quilt on the bed. “Please don’t l-look at me th-there.”

“Apparently you have trouble understanding that you belong to me,” he tapped one wet finger on the pucker of my ass, “your entire body,” his finger swirled around my bottom hole, spreading the natural lubricant across the entire surface of my opening, “every single part belongs to me. And I make no excuses for wanting you and using you as I see fit. I gave my word and I have kept my word.” His finger pushed into me back there and I froze in shame.

His palm cracked over my ass. “Relax, Lexi, this will go better for you if you do. Mind you, I plan to stick my finger all the way in, whether you are relaxed or not, so you might as well loosen up these muscles and let me in. You might like it.”

Inhaling deeply, I continued to clutch at the blankets, my face heated with shame, but I concentrated on the muscles back there and forced myself to relax.

“Mm. Good girl,” he said and for some insane reason, his praise made me happy and I repeated the deep breath and relaxation process again, willing my body to cooperate.

I felt the first joint of his finger work its way into my ass. A wave of longing spread through me and I bit my lips together to keep from crying out with my shameful pleasure.

“Do not hold anything back from me, little Lexi.” His voice had grown thick with desire.

“I-I’m not,” I lied.

Without preamble, he shoved the rest of his finger into my ass. “Do not lie to me. It will not go well for you.”

Damn him. How did he know?

“Let it out,” he said. “I want to hear your moans of pleasure. Do not try to hide your enjoyment from me. Body and soul. You belong to me.”

I complied with a low moan.

“Good girl,” he said.

While he finger fucked my ass, he used his other hand to dive into my pussy. I bucked against the mattress, my hips jolting involuntarily at the intrusions in both my most intimate openings.

He tsked. “You like this, don’t you, Lexi? You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“No,” I ground out, though my breath had stalled in my chest.

“Your sopping wet pussy says otherwise.” He shoved two fingers into the aforementioned location and twisted them, filling me. It felt as though the finger in my ass could reach the two in my pussy.

“Tell me how that feels, Lexi. Tell me the truth.”

There was no point in trying to pretend any more. I had given myself to him, but he demanded more than just my body, he demanded my soul.

“It f-feels like… no-nothing I have ever experienced before,” I cried out. “Oh, god, it feels so good. I’m full. I feel like I am going to explode.”

“That is a climax, Lexi. But you are not allowed to have one until I say so.”

“Wh-at?” I wailed. “I can’t c-control it.”

“Yes, you can. Concentrate and hold back. Do not come until I tell you to.”

“Please, I n-need to c-come now.” The walls of my anus clenched around his finger. I had no control over my body’s responses to his domination.

“No, not until I allow it. You hold back, Lexi.”

“I can’t,” I cried out. My body was going to combust. My thighs quivered and I clung to the bed for support.

“Yes, you can.” He began to count down. “Ten, nine…”

I bit my lip and clawed at the bedclothes. Waves of pressure built through my body.

“Eight, seven, six…”

My pussy clamped around his finger and I rocked my hips with his motions. My vision began to blur and my whole body quaked.

“Five, four…”

Oh, god. He was going so slow. His finger in my ass pulled out and then plunged back in. I screamed into the bed and kicked my legs.

“Three, two…” He added a second finger and shoved hard.

“Now, Lexi. Come now.”

I did not need to be told twice. Finally I let loose, an orgasm spiraled through me, and I came in a screaming, quivering haze of ecstasy.

It was several moments before my breathing slowed and my heart stopped thundering in my chest. I hadn’t moved since my quaking orgasm and I wasn’t sure that I could if I wanted to.

I could hear the beast moving around the cabin, though in my haze, it sounded like he was far away.

My ass ached. My pussy ached.

A cool cloth touched my ass and I jolted. “Wh-what are you doing?” I managed to mumble.

“I promised to take care of you.” He opened my cheeks and began to clean me.

I pushed up on my noodle-like arms. “I-I can take care of that myself.” I tried to reach back for the cloth, but he slapped my hand away.

“I told you, I take care of what’s mine. You are mine.” He continued cleaning my bottom and then worked the cloth between my thighs and tidied things up there as well. As he worked, he brushed his other hand down the length of my spine in shockingly gentle strokes.

Was this the same man who had just plunged his massive fingers deep into my ass and pussy?

When he finished, he tucked me between the blankets. I gazed up at him in the last moments before I fell asleep.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Lynx.”

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