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“You’re as well-lubricated as any whore, girl. Caning gets you horny quickly, doesn’t it?”
I wasn’t sure, but I may have heard a soft curse, so I pulled out and slammed in again, even harder.
Her cry was almost a sigh. Guess she liked it.
“Ja. Fok. Amazing.” I groaned myself, at the same time as her then sank my teeth in her neck muscle and fucked her hard and fast, with the sleeping bag moving back and forth under her clutching hands. As the force of my thrusts escalated into pile driver status, her moans turned into yelps and she reached back to stop me.
“Not happening. Stay the fuck still.” I slapped her ass once and watched her flail around and twist.
Impatience drove me to put her into a headlock with my arm wedged across her throat. That worked, she couldn’t move without me strangling her. That and growling in her ear as I banged her. When I shot my load of cum into her, I could watch her reddened face from an inch away, feel her muscles straining to get loose, and hear her whimpering gasps right up close.
“Seeing you like this. Beautiful.” I licked the side of her face. “Beautiful end to the best fuck ever.”
Best because I’d claimed her with it. I pulled out, keeping her flattened to the floor with my hand planted on her back. I grabbed a wet palm of her juices and my cum from between her legs then smeared it down her back. “Wear that tonight. Tomorrow you can wash it off.”
Chapter 30
I wasn’t sure moving was possible...or allowed.
He’d wrapped me up again in his arms. My underwear were partway up but askew, his cum was on my back and squished between him and me. One of his arms I lay on, the one with the hurt finger, while his top arm was barred across my neck again – like he was scared I’d run.
Which I would, if I had anywhere to go, just on principal, even though the pain left me lazy as a cat on a window sill in the sun.
My butt and between my legs throbbed where he pressed into me and where his thigh pushed mine apart. Sleepily, I eyed the arm beneath my chin. Licking his biceps was a craving I had to suppress. The taste alone would get me off.
Men. So dirty. So primal. I could smell us both. With every inhalation, the tang in my nostrils reminded me of the sex he’d just forced on me. My apartment was kept so clean I refused to let my friend, Lani, bring her new puppy inside for fear it would pee on the carpet.
I could ask to get clean. Say please Sir may I. The very notion was demeaning and I had no way around it without getting my ass turned even sorer than it was now. Plus he’d say no. So how was it that I felt so right here, with him closer than even my gynecologist had been?
Stockholm syndrome, I reminded myself, like a scratched disc on a repeating loop.
I frowned. Inside his arms was an awesome place to be. I was such a slut. Every time he did mean things to me, made me take what he did, even if it hurt, I loved it, maybe more so if it hurt.
Okay, I accepted that. Didn’t mean I wanted to stay his little damn slave.
Where and how could I get away? Was it possible?
Fly? Sure, I’d magic up a plane. Swim? Haha. Sharks and, yeah, I was a super woman. A boat? Maybe. If there was one here. The best possibility was that sat phone he’d mentioned. I’d need to get into that safe and to have it to myself long enough to contact someone.
“Let’s get some food.”
He removed his arm and I rolled onto my back then tried to rise. His broad foot came down on my neck, just resting there. I swallowed, worried about what he intended.
“Decided you can stay there.” In the fading light, his eyes were dark behind that curtain of his salt-thickened hair. From his shorts, he fished a chain link leash and he knelt to click it onto my collar then stuck the other end, the loop, under the chair leg. As if I were too stupid to get it out from under there.
I didn’t dare say anything, only lay on my back waiting permission to rise.
“Good.”
I sucked in a breath, feeling my bared breasts press into the rolled-down cups.
His gaze cruised down me. “Stay there until I say to move.”
I could have fought but like him at the House, I needed to conserve my energy. He’d once told me he hadn’t fought back because it was clearly useless, a waste of energy, and likely to get him hurt when he needed to be healthy. Two could play at that.
I could play a waiting game.
The haze from the caning was fading, though it left me prone to despair.
