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  Helpless to Resist

  Domination | Size Difference | MFM

  Marilynn Fae

  Copyright 2019 Marilynn Fae

  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.

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  He kisses up her neck, tongue licking up to taste more of her skin, leaving a trail of cold as he pulls away. Tears well in her eyes as he fucks her deeper, hands alternating between pinching her nipples and rubbing up and down her waist, like he’s trying to get her to relax.

  “I’ll breed you really good, darling. Have you nice and fat with my pups.” His hands rub around her belly. “Fill you up right here so your belly is nice and round. You know you want it. It’s what you’re made for.”

  Against her own will, the words make her skin tingle. She has always wanted children.

  As though reading her mind, he continues, “You want me to breed you, don’t you, baby? Want me to put my pups in you?”

  “I don’t- No,” she whimpers, but her own voice sounds so weak and feeble, like she doesn’t mean it. “I don’t- No, no,” she whimpers, more to herself than to him. She had plans about- about school and finding a job and moving out- all the things that he’s crushed the moment he stepped into the room. “You’re being cruel,” she cries, tears trickling down her cheeks.

  “Am I?” he laughs. “Perhaps I am, darling. The world is a cruel place for pretty, fragile things like you,” he says, pulling back and pushing his fingers into her hole again, opening her up.

  The fingers feel good, sinking into her. They’re not as thick nor as long, but then he pushes two more fingers in her and she cries out from the sheer stretch it causes. “Ah, anh, anh,” she gasps.

  “Relax, darling. If you don’t relax, you can’t take me or my knot,” he says. “Maybe I should bring you downstairs. Have one of the men with smaller cocks break you in first before I fuck you? Work you up to bigger and bigger cocks,” he suggests. “Maybe I’ll let everyone have a turn on you. Have your ‘Daddy’ watch too as his precious girl is fucked by his friends.”

  She shakes her hear. “No, no, please,” she cries, mortified by the thought.

  “What do you think I should do, then?” he asks, four fingers moving up and down inside of her.

  “I- I don’t,” she stutters. It’s hard to think. Everything feels wet and warm, feels good and she can hear herself panting, her walls making soft, slick noises as he fucks her with his fingers.

  “Say it, darling,” he says. “If you don’t, I’m going to consider bringing you downstairs.

  “No, no, please,” she cries. It’s maddening and she tries to form the words. They’re on the tip of her tongue, but she can’t get them out. “Please, please, Daddy,” she cries.

  “Please, what?” he teases. “Be specific, darling. Please bring me downstairs so everyone can see what a little slut I am? Please have someone else fuck me? Maybe I’d get your anal hole all stretched out and fuck you there too. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

  She shakes her head, more tears streaming down her face. “No, no,” she hiccups, panic only making things worse. “Ah, ah, ah,” she cries, unable to form the proper words and panicking only further from the failed efforts.

  “Poor baby,” he murmurs. “It’s so much for you already, isn’t it? And I haven’t even gotten started yet,” he says…

  This short story contains scenes of public humiliation, domination and submission, werewolf knotting, size difference, age difference, double penetration, exhibitionism and voyeurism, and so much more.

  Contents

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  Chapter One: Party

  Chapter Two: Attack

  Chapter Three: Proposition

  Chapter Four: Surrender

  Chapter Five: Knot

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One: Party

  Jane wishes she could celebrate her eighteenth birthday like the rest of her peers- together with her peers.

  Instead, she’s at this party for old people because her stepdaddy needs to show what a responsible and caring father he is. He’s using her birthday as an excuse to invite a lot of Very Important Persons. It’s for himself a lot more than it’s for her, honestly. Even an idiot could see that. It’s annoying and she hates it more than she can put in words, but her mom made her promise to take care of her father before she passed.

  Their mansion is in perfect condition and all their cheaper china have been keep hidden under the cupboards. Daddy got her to help the cleaners that morning and her fingers are kind of sore and calloused, but she’s putting on a brave smile and pretending she’s elsewhere.

  Everything’s going to be fine. As long as daddy gets the job he wants, she can go to whatever school she wants and everything’s going to be alright.

  The dinner party is going on splendidly. The important and arrogant Ministry people are mingling among each other, sipping the expensive champagne that daddy had imported from overseas and paid hundreds for the expedited shipping. The costs of the drinks alone probably cost enough for her college education, but daddy doesn’t see money that way. These are important investments for their (his) future, but her education is her problem, really.

  Daddy’s never really cared much for children. She is still convinced that Daddy only married Mummy for her money. Jokes on him because all they had was old money given to them by her grandfather. Most of that went into Mummy’s hospice care and they’re hardly making ends meet now, which is why they no longer have a permanent staff on hand. Daddy made a show of telling the Ministers that he’s dismissed. Daddy took out a lot of loans in hopes of this turning out the way he wants it to.

  They have the mansion, though and the Velazquez name still means something in certain circles. Daddy is burning through the rest of Mummy’s inheritance making a name for himself.

  She’s eighteen now, though, and she has some money to her name too. It’s really idiocy that keeps her here. Idiocy and a misplaced sense of responsibility towards her dead mother.

  She takes a deep breath and tries to remind herself that it’ll only be for the night. Afterwards, she’ll meet up with the family lawyer and talk about moving out. The fact that there are a dozen strangers in her family home feels suffocating, but she can handle it. She’s eighteen now- almost. She glances at the grandfather clock. An hour till she turns eighteen and she can begin planning for her own future. Surely, Mummy had left her some money too?

  She knows it’s all just wistful thinking. She’s not going to leave Daddy on his own. He’ll sell all of Mummy’s precious antiques.

  They’ve finished desserts and most of the people left are only here because there’s nowhere else for them to be. It’s rather sad, she thinks, to be so important and yet have nothing to go home to.

  Daddy rushes about, trying to entertain all his guests without looking like he’s tripping over his feet. They’re all quite young, somewhere in their thirties and forties with a few people bare ten years older than herself. She wonders how they managed to get in their positions. Maybe family influence and money, she thinks blithely.

  She sips a glass of champagne that she’s not supposed to have and tries not to glance too often at the clock. It’ll only make time pass slowly. Daddy says she only has to stay until midnight and then she’s excused.

  She doesn’t recognize any of the faces here but she answers any questions they have for her over and over ag
ain.

  Yes, Jane. Has she gotten taller? She hasn’t noticed.

  Thank you. Yes, she’s enjoying her birthday.

  No, she’s still trying to decide what to study for college.

  No, she hasn’t been accepted officially into any of the universities yet. She had to take a year and a half off to help Mummy when she wasn’t feeling well, so she’s a little bit behind, but she’s catching up.

  Yes, she’s a very good girl.

  No, Daddy hasn’t arranged a match for her yet.

  No, no, there’s no need to rush.

  She is beginning to grow a little light-headed and starts sipping on water instead of champagne when Daddy brings another one of his guests to her. She hasn’t seen him before, which means he’s either new in the community, or he’s so high up that he’s never graced them with his presence before.

  “You must be the lovely Miss Velazquez,” he murmurs, his breath warm as he presses a kiss to the back of her hand.

  She finds herself blushing. The others merely shook her hand when she offered them in greeting. He must be from one of the more traditional families. He’s a handsome man, like he could be on magazine covers. He has muscles in all the right places, visible even through the layers of clothing he’s wearing. His suit, unlike Daddy’s, looks brand new and tailored specifically to his size, not a crease in sight.

  She smiles weakly up at him. “I prefer Jane, thank you.”

  He flashes his teeth at her in what’s probably supposed to be a smile, but looks more like a snarl because of how sharp his teeth are. She’s never seen a wolf who’s so much of a wolf before. Then again, she’s not really one to speak. She has rabbit ears that she keeps hidden underneath all her hair. “I didn’t know you had rabbit blood in you, John,” he says, though he keeps his gaze on her and his grin turns almost predatory.

  It’s rude to point out her animal like this. It’s normally a private matter, but then again, it’s difficult hiding what she is when her animal is so clear. Her ears are particularly long and floppy and she like to pretend it’s noticeable, but it’s normally the first thing people see when they look at her.

  She tries not to let it get to her too much and keeps her smile firmly in place.

  John grimaces. “She’s my wife’s daughter. Her father was rabbit,” he shares and it’s her turn to grimace. It’s not that she’s not proud of her heritage, but every time it gets out that she’s half-rabbit, people expect her to act a certain way, especially among Werewolves, who are known to be more predatory and savage.

  She isn’t afraid though. She hardly knew her own father and her step-Daddy is a werewolf too and she’s never been afraid of him. He’s made her annoyed and frustrated, but never fearful.

  “You do look the sort,” he says, eyeing her rather lewdly. He hands her a flute of champagne when she tries to reach for water. “Not your sort of event?” he asks, his expression softening as he smiles sympathetically at her.

  “I’m afraid not,” she agrees politely, putting the champagne to her lips if only to hide from his dark eyes. She takes a few nervous sips and lets the sweet, bubbly drink rest on her tongue for a second before swallowing. She enjoys champagne, but she’s had so many glasses throughout the night that she worries about her liver.

  “Necessary evil, I’m suppose. Making nice with the right people is ninety percent of the job. Isn’t that right, John?”

  Daddy looks supremely uncomfortable, but manages a weak smile in agreement. “Yes, of course,” he says, the response to automatic that it sounds almost mechanical.

  “But you don’t really care about that, don’t you, darling?” he chuckles, winking knowingly at her, like they’re in on a little secret.

  She tries to search in her memories. Is she supposed to know him, somehow? She doesn’t recall. Maybe it was before Mummy had gotten ill.

  “Have you considered a love match for her?” he turns to Daddy and asks.

  To her horror, he nods. That’s news to her. Her eyes widen. “Daddy?” she calls enquiringly and he is guilty enough about not letting her know he’s considering marrying her off that he doesn’t even look at her.

  “The world isn’t safe for someone like you, kitten. You need protection,” he says and she knows he’s lying out of his ass. This is just something else to further his agenda. He wants to marry her to strengthen his position of power. Even an idiot could see that.

  She keeps the fake smile firmly in place as anger bubbles up in her gut. “Nonsense, Daddy. The world isn’t anymore dangerous for me than it is for you.” Then, the heat of the moment, she turns to the stranger and says, “Or you, for that matter.”

  “Jane!” Daddy chastises.

  Her ears fold back immediately at the raised voice and she regrets the words out of her mouth immediately. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” she says hastily.

  The man’s expression has turned from playful to stormy and her heart starts beating it’s way out of her chest, an erratic thump-thump-thump that makes her head spin.

  “It’s been a long night. I should get going. I have classes tomorrow.” A blatant lie that everyone can see through, seeing as she has been telling everyone about how she hasn’t been accepted to Universities yet.

  “Of course. Goodnight.”

  Knowing she’s messing things up, she quickly turns and walks away before she can make matters worse. She manages to smell at the others as she makes her hasty escape, guilt from speaking out of turn and speaking against her step-father making her warm.

  Yet, the more distance she puts between herself and the others, the better she feels. As she leaves the muffled talking behind her, it’s like a weight is being lifted off her shoulders and she breathes in deep for the first time that night.

  All in all, it’s not too bad. Jane is infamous in her mother’s circle of friends for her terrible temper as a child. When she was younger, people found it endearing. She’s too old to be ‘cute’ now. No, now she is seen as being rebellious and going against her nature. Daddy’s right. It’s dangerous for people like her out in the world.

  She strips out of the fancy tight dress she had been wearing all night long and steps into the bathroom, washing her body with cool water like she’s trying to cleanse herself of the lies and deceit being spoken in the room downstairs.

  Maybe she could talk to daddy and make him include her in the process of finding a suitable mate for her. She would very much like to marry a Rabbit shifter too. She knows she got her temper from Mummy. Most Rabbit Shifters are mild-tempered and calm. They’ll handle her occasional bad temper better. She can’t help but remember the way the wolf had looked at her when she spoke back to him.

  She was sure that he hadn’t liked it, but there was something so hungry in his gaze that made her whole body heat up and her heartbeat speed up. She shakes her head. She needs to stop thinking about him. It’ll probably the last she sees of him anyways.

  Chapter Two: Attack

  She steps out of the shower and yelps when she realizes she’s not alone. She didn’t even hear the door open but the man from earlier is standing right outside her bathroom door, like he’s waiting for permission to enter and join her.

  She tries to shove him away and slam the door shut, but it only takes a step for him to twist her around and press her back against the wall, his chest to her back, hand clamped over her mouth before she can cry out. That’s not to say she doesn’t try, of course. She bites down as hard as she can, tongue tasting the salt on his palm when that doesn’t work and she tries to call out instead. She tries to kick her legs back, but he’s pinned her so close against the wall that she can’t move at all.

  The hand on her mouth is tight enough to press on her nose and she thinks she could faint from how scared she is.

  “I’ve wanted to do this the first time I laid eyes on you,” he murmurs, his voice low and amused. If he didn’t have her pinned up like this, she could almost find his voice soothing and she knows, logically, that she s
hould be finding this despicable, but her body is reacting in ways beyond her control.

  He’s shown himself to be a powerful male and all her rabbit sees his what a good mate he could be. He could keep their kittens safe and they would have so many beautiful children because he’s really very good-looking. He even smells handsome, like pine and something sweet. “Such a pretty little thing,” he says.

  She responds to the compliment by slamming her head back to try and headbutt him. He avoids it easily and she uses the opportunity to twist around around, except that’s obviously a horrible thing to do because now he’s pressed up against her breasts and she can see his face.

  He’s even more handsome up close, the five o’clock shadow giving him an air of mystery. She tries to hit him instinctively, but he’s faster, grabbing her by her wrists then pinning them both above her head before she can hit him.

  His free hand squeezes on her throat, closing her airway and making her see spots. The pain makes her breath stutter and she forgets how to breathe.

  “Aren’t you just the softest little rabbit I’ve seen?” he taunts. “You’re so small and yet so, so rude. John hopes you’ll grow bigger, more like him, the optimist. You don’t have a drop of wolf in you, do you?” he says. “Small, weak little thing.” He licks up her cheek, tasting the tears she doesn’t realize she’s crying in her panic, breathing in hitched sobs even after he’s loosened his hold on her throat.

  She tries to jerk free, barely hearing the man in her struggle to escape.

  The hand on her throat closes again when she begins to struggle. He leans in so close to her that she can feel his exhales on her skin, prickling hot.

  “You know, John has a lot riding on tonight. One wrong move and he will never get the promotion he’s been eyeing all his life.”

  She blinks, knowing it was true that Daddy wants this really badly, but not knowing how precarious his promotion is. Daddy leaves her alone most of the time but he had requested her presence tonight and told her to be at her best behavior. He had even gotten her involved in the preparations, talked her through the names of the men arriving tonight and made her promise to behave.