Holding her breath, she looks at the towel, then back up at the stranger. One look in his eyes told her he was not moving until she did as he bid. She hesitates a moment longer, watching her step she slowly moves forward, doing her best to cover herself. A blush creeps up her face blossoming in her cheeks as she glances up to see that wicked grin and twinkling green eyes. With teeth chattering and shivering uncontrollably, she stops inches before him. His still does not move. She looks up into his eyes, and he finally wraps the towel about her, drawing her into his arms and away from the creek.
He rubs her briskly from head to toe as she tries in vain to cover herself. He chuckles softly each time he pushes her hands out of the way to dry each breast gently, and then again her womanhood. He notices she is cleanly shaven and smiles to himself, as he gently forcing her legs apart to dry her thighs and down her legs. Just above a whisper, he tells her that he will not hurt her if she does as she is told. That it will do her no good to scream, as they are miles away from another living soul. Finally, not to dare trying to escape, he would hunt her down like a wild animal, and she would be severely punished.
He then asked if she understood. She nods yes. He asks again. She nods yes again. He asks again but with more aggression in his voice. She jumps slightly and replies quietly, "yes". He stands up slipping a finger under her chin lifting it until their eyes meet. " That is …yes, Master" he states, and asks her one final time. Her eyes grow larger in her still pale face as she traces her tongue over her dry lips before replying "yes, Master". He smiles knowing that all the battles to come will not be this easily won as he replies "very good lilone, do not forget this first lesson".
She stands there unsure of what to do when he walks over to the backpacks. She brings her hands back up to cover herself still shivering slightly not sure if it's from the cold or some sort of shock she is in. He begins to methodically unpack his backpack. Looking over his shoulder at her, he chuckles and tells her to unpack, as it will be getting dark soon. She rushes over with only one thought in her mind, finding her clothes. Her fingers fumble on the clasps holding her backpack closed.
Aware of his presence so close by and her own nudity every moment she digs in pulling out an oversized T-shirt. Slipping it over her nude form she begins to feel a little better, but with one glance at the storm brewing upon his face and the thunder in his eyes, it was short lived. She dared not put anymore clothing on but decided to pretend she did not notice his displeasure. She digs into the bag again, pulling item after item out, stacking and sorting them as she does so.
As she leans back upon her heels taking a long deep breath, she smells smoke. Turning around, she finds the stranger hunched over a neatly laid fire. She berates herself for not paying attention and missing a chance to escape. As she stands she looks down at her bare feet, and realizes she would not have gotten very far and must start planning. He looks up and asks if she is finished. She replies, "yes". At the look on his face she hurriedly corrects herself and blurts out "yes, Master". He nods.
She tentatively steps closer, rubbing her hands together over the fire, keeping her eyes lowered, and head bowed. He watches her through his eyelashes sure now more than ever that she is the one. She looks up startled like a doe frozen in headlights when he suddenly speaks "move the tent and stakes over near that flat spot I cleared" pointing to the right. She bites her bottom lip moving to do his bidding, stopping dead in her tracks as he clears his throat. She slowly turns to look back at him. He arches his eyebrow seemingly waiting for something. She stares with a blank expression upon her face, with a blink she blurts out "yes, Master".
The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention, her hands shaking slightly as she moves the tent things over to the clearing. She moves as quickly as possible, but careful not to drop anything hoping he will be satisfied and stop staring at her. Repeatedly she tugs the T-shirt down in a desperate attempt to cover herself. At one such time, she glances up noticing he is grinning at her and sticks out her tongue. With that, he lets out a loud laugh. She makes a face, returning to the fireside.
Tugging the T-shirt down, keeping her eyes lowered as not to look at him, she kneels beside the fire, slowly releasing the breath she did not realize she was holding. With the lethal grace of a mountain lion he rises strolling over and begins putting the tent up. She realizes for the first time her tent is the only one there, looking about wonder where his was. She licks her dry lips, wondering should she dare to ask. She looks back over at the stranger, noticing the muscles in his arms and back as they move. She feels a stirring deep within her belly, as she becomes mesmerized, not even aware she is starring. Blinking as she slowly comes out of her fantasy daydream to find herself starring at a pair of blue jean clad legs. Slowly following them upward to find him standing over her with a cocky grin upon his face, holding his hand out to her, she bites back a smart remark. Flushing in embarrass-ment at being caught daydreaming she lowers her eyes beating herself up for being so stupid. Slipping her hand into his, she feels an electric current shooting up her arm like liquid fire, and tries to pull away to no avail.
With a sharp tug, he pulls her to her feet, handing her a bar of soap. "Go wash up for dinner" he says. "Yes, Master" she replies, turning to the right and hurrying to the creek. She forces herself not to look over her shoulder, as she hears him banging around utensils. She quietly returns, offering to help. He nods leaving her to finish as he takes the soap to go cleanup himself. She quickly sets about her task only to cut her finger when he removes his shirt, splashing water over his head, neck, and shoulders. She curses under her breath, sucking on the injured finger, as she stirs the pot over the fire.
When he finally returns, shirt slung over one shoulder, water droplets gleaming upon his chest, she busies herself serving up generous portions on his plate, handing it to him silently. She then prepares her plate, settling down with her back towards him to eat. To her chagrin, he comes over and sits across from her, studying her as he eats his dinner. She feels like an animal in a cage without a cage, a specimen for study under a microscope. Frustrated but unsure what to do, she pastes on that ever-ready smile as she eats her dinner as well. She glances about trying to formulate a plan of escape, hoping with the long hike he will sleep soundly and then she will have her chance.
Dinner over she collects the plates, utensils, and pots taking the lot down to the creek to wash. Returning to quietly put them away. Standing near the backpack that he had repacked and hung from a tree limb nearby, she wonders what next. She looks up over the treetops and watches as the sun slowly sinks beneath them. Soon it will be nightfall, heaven help her what is he going to do to her. She jumps when he says "Come here lilone". She slowly walks towards him, glancing about for anything she could use as a weapon thinking, "damn why didn't I keep that knife".
"Take the sleeping bag to the tent, it's almost nightfall" he says. With a long sigh of relief, she collects it unrolling it inside the tent, thankful yet wondering where he plans on sleeping. Hoping that he will not sleep outside the tent flap so she can not slip away in the night. She turns to ask, "Where are…" stopping as her eyes look him up and down of their own accord. Taking in every detail of his magnificent body, as he stands with hands on hips totally nude before her, just outside the tent.
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