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blushing beetroot. He laughed loudly, throwing his head back.
    “Is that funny?”
    “Kind of. I’ve been reading about your Big Bad Wolf actually.” His pelvis made a small movement and Isabel realised that he’d grown hard again, his cock pressing against the cleft of her ass. “Perhaps I’ll show you what happens to little girls who go wandering off in the forest!” he said, his voice taking on a playfully sinister tone. Isabel froze, a cold thrill running through her. He was joking, of course he was. But she had no idea what he meant, and this was enough to make her nervous.
    Peter pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the trees. There was one with roots that spread out wide around its base, like tangled knitting. He deposited her on top of one of the root clusters, turning her so she was facing the trunk of the tree. She put her hands against the trunk to balance herself and looked for him over her shoulder, but she couldn’t see him from that angle.
    “I should punish you for running away from me,” he said, and swatted her ass with his hand. Isabel gasped, and at the same moment thought that this was something that she might enjoy quite a lot. Being spanked was a fantasy she’d been having since she was in her teens.
    Instead, Peter stood close behind her, grasped her by her hips, and in a fluid movement, pushed himself inside her. The gasp Isabel let out this time was almost a scream. She’d been unprepared for so abrupt an entry. Peter was still for a moment, allowing her to adjust herself around him, and then he began to thrust, slowly. He made a sound a lot like a growl next to her ear. Isabel shuddered. His evident pleasure was very arousing to her. What he was doing to her was also starting to feel really good. She liked this position; it was intense without being too deep. His hands came around and cupped her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples into fiery points. One hand slid down to her clit, and, as his hardness slipped in and out of her, he circled it softly. The teeth on her neck were replaced by his tongue, licking at the beads of perspiration breaking out on her skin. She moaned and sighed, overwhelmed by so much of her body being pleasured at once. Involuntarily, she arched her back and he responded, moving faster and harder, his hips butting against her ass, going deeper and deeper inside her.
    “How’s your punishment, Bella?” he hissed through clenched teeth.
    “It’s great!” she exclaimed. As suddenly as he’d entered her, he pulled out.
    “Well, we have to stop for now,” he said.
    “What?” she yelped. Instead of answering, he stepped away and walked over to the fire site, leaving her leaning against the tree. Isabel turned and watched him go. He was still hard and she was very confused.
    “Are you mad at me?” she shouted to him.
    “No. But we need to have dinner,” he shouted back. Isabel turned her back to the tree and leaned against it, watching him. She’d been so turned on, and he’d left her hanging. Frustration crackled through her body.
    “Do you need any help?” she called, failing to keep a sulky tone out of her voice.
    “No, I’m good,” he replied. He positioned the logs they’d collected around the fire site and lit a flame that caught quickly. Then he went over to his bag and pulled out a wire rack with what looked like a stand attached to it. He set it over the fire and took some containers out of his bag. A breeze blew through the trees and Isabel shivered. She hadn’t noticed how cold she was until now. She picked her way down through the knotted roots and walked over to the fire. The Wolf looked up at her.
    “Glad you could make it,” he said, and her annoyance immediately dissolved into laughter. She sat down on one of the furs and he passed her another one to wrap around herself. He reached into the bag again and pulled out some wine and two cups. He filled the cups and passed one to her. It had a heady aroma, and she took a