Realizing she is starring, she quickly lowers her eyes to the ground, her heart beating so fast. “It’s been a long day, move over some” He says as he bends down to slide into the tent beside her, turning to pull the zipper down effectively closing them within. She remains balled up to one side; her oversized T-shirt pulled over her bent knees, as he stretches out in the center of the tent. Biting her lower lip, keeping her eyes lowered, she grumbles to herself about being tired also, needing privacy, and a place to stretch out to sleep. “Did you say something?” He says.
Startled she looks up, “just wondering where I am going to sleep” she replies. “Master” He says. Puzzled she continues to look into his eyes, feeling she could be lost in those eyes, blinks, “just wondering where I am going to sleep Master”, she whispers as a grin spreads across his face. Scooting over a little bit, he pats the sleeping bag beside him, “right here”, he says. Her eyes glued to the spot, she does not move. After awhile he says, “suit yourself, but you will be cramped and hurting in the morning”, closing his eyes and seemingly drifting of to sleep immediately.
With a will of their own, her eyes wander down over his body stretched out before her. Drinking in ever line, dip, and curve, she watches his chest slowly rise and fall with every breath. Her fingers itch to run through the light dusting of hair that trails downwards. She slides her tongue over her dry lips as she continues her inspection down his form. He smiles to himself, watching her silently, seeing the flame of desire spark to life in her eyes. He can tell by the widening of her eyes when she notices his erection. Her eyes fly upwards; she fumes balling up her little fists, seeing the big grin upon his face.
With a cry of frustration, she lunges forward, intent on knocking that grin off his handsome face. With a laugh he captures her wrists, flips her over, and pins her beneath him. Struggling and on the verge of tears, she fights until all her strength is completely gone. Gasping for breath, she looks up into his eyes. Expecting to see anger reflected on his face, she is totally surprised to see that he is calm yet has a very serious look about him. He holds her there without a word; her breath slows back to normal. She slowly becomes aware of the position she is in, held captive beneath his nude body. Her T-shirt twisted up about her waist. His thigh pressed snug against her now exposed womanhood. She tries to look anywhere but at him, but her eyes keep being drawn back to his. She looks deep into his eyes, powerless to help herself. She watches as his eyes drift down to her lips, without thought she slowly slips her pink little tongue out. Gliding it over her dry lips until she feels his manhood harden against her belly.
“Don’t tempt unless you are prepared to deliver lilone,” He says. A soft gasp of surprise escapes her, the heat of a blush flooding her face. “No” she says. “No … what?” He says as He forces her thighs apart with His. “No please” she whispers, turning her head away from Him, as she tries to close her legs. “Please …what lilone?” He whispers in her ear. “This?” He whispers slipping down to bite her left nipple, holding it between His teeth as He tugs on it, teasing it with the tip of His tongue before releasing it to say “or this?” He slides back up nudging her hidden treasure, smiling to Himself as He slips easily between her folds, feeling her wetness.
She quivers beneath Him, clenching her eyes and thighs. He chuckles shifting His weight off her saying “no I will not take you, but soon you will beg for me to do so lilone, now be still I am going to sleep”. With that said, He pulls her in closer to Him and goes off to sleep almost instantly. She lays there awake for what seems like hours, unable to move, to scared to try that it might wake Him, until she finally dozes off to sleep.
Yawning, stretching, brushing the hair out of her eyes she snuggles back into the sleeping back. Listening to the birds singing, water gurgling over the rocks in the near by stream. Takes in a deep breath of clean air, smiling to herself then realizing she smells coffee and remembers. She bolts upright scrambling to her knees to peek out of the tent. The coffeepot is beside the low burning fire; the campsite is in order, and empty. She swallows hard takes a deep breath and climbs out taking another look around. He’s no where to be seen. She hurries over to the backpacks fumbling around looking for her clothes and shoes coming up empty.
Leaning back on her heels, she takes another long look around. Biting her bottom lip, she takes off in the direction she originally came. Not caring how much noise she makes or the damage to her tender feet only intent on putting as much distance she can between herself and that Man she races down the path. Stumbling, falling, and clawing her way back up again onward she goes. With a Swwuussshhhh and an ear piercing scream she finds herself dangling upside down with a rope about her right ankle and her shirt down over her face.
She thrashes about only succeeding in tightening the rope about her ankle. Tiring she calms down some, hooks her ankles together for balance, and tries to figure out how to get down. She tugs her shirt upwards and ends up tying in a knot about her waist to keep it out of her face. Straining, tugging, pulling she tries to pull herself up to untie herself. Hanging back down in exhaustion, she tries to figure out a way out.
She hears footsteps, a twig snap, leaves rustling and knows He is coming. She swings her arms, swaying back and forth, trying to grab hold of the tree she is suspended from. The strain upon her ankle and leg almost unbearable as tears fills her eyes. She grabs and misses. Swing back and forth tries again hearing Him getting closer and closer her heart pounding faster and faster. She grabs again and misses.
She screams and nearly faints when He grabs her from behind. A resounding smack on the rear brings her back to the hear and now. “You little fool” He growls at her. Turning her around facing Him, He tells her to wrap her arms around Him so He can cut her down. Shaking like a leaf on the very tree she hangs from she does as He commands. He quickly cuts the rope, her lower body falling forward over His shoulder knocking the breath out of her. Regaining it she wiggles and squirms trying to get down. He smacks her rear again “be still little fool” He says. She whimpers, tears coming anew blinding her.
He takes off back to the campsite, carting her like a sack of potatoes over His shoulder. Carefully He lowers her beside the campfire, removes the rope about her ankle, and gentle rubs the life back into her foot. She sits there dazed, unmoving, tears still streaming down her face. He scoops her up carrying her out into the stream. Sitting down with her upon His lap, He gently washes the tears and dirt away before bringing her back to the campfire again. He gets the first aid kit and quickly tends to the cuts on her delicate feet. Stripping the wet shirt off her he sits back and looks at her.
She jumps startled when He finally speaks. “What do you think you were doing little fool?” He asks. She looks at the ground unable to look Him in the eyes, remember the warning about trying to escape. She bites her bottom lip trying to think of what to say. “Where you trying to escape?” He asks. She glances up trying to gauge His anger, wondering what the punishment He spoke of would be. She wraps her arms about herself as she shivers from the fear her thoughts bring. “I …” she whisper. With a snort of discust He gets up going over and digs in His backpack.
“Get up and come here” He commands. She jumps to her feet, hesitating only a second, rushes over to where He is not wishing to make things worse on herself. “Hold out your hands” He commands. She complies. He slips leather restraints about her wrists, first the left, then the right, tugging them snug but not to tight. Hooking His index finger into the rings on them He leads her over to a tree, taking a hold of a rope tied to the tree, he expertly ties the end to the ring in the right hand restraint. Then leads her over to another tree, reaching over He grabs the rope tied to this tree. She sees what He is about to do and pulls back, but unable to escape. He quickly attaches it to the left hand restraint, in effect spreading her out between the two trees.
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