"Easy," War said, his voice rough. He knelt beside me, his eyes filled with an intensity I hadn't seen before. "You're okay."
"Where...Hitch?" I choked out, my voice raspy.
"He's gone," War replied, reaching out and gently touching my face. "He'll be back."
His touch was a strange mix of tenderness and possessiveness. I wanted to pull away, but my body felt heavy, exhausted. The memory of what had just happened, the raw, brutal pleasure and the suffocating terror, flooded back.
"Are you...okay?" War asked, his gaze searching mine.
I swallowed, the knot of fear still lodged in my throat. I didn't know how to answer. I was ashamed, exhilarated, and terrified all at once.I was damaged, and I loved it.
"I...I don't know," I managed.
He leaned in and kissed me, a soft, lingering kiss that was a nice change from the violence that had preceded it. He tasted like sweat, blood, and something wild and dangerous. Whenhe pulled away, he reached for his pocket, and took out a switchblade.
"I need to," he said, and with a single flick of his wrist, the blade sprang to life.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice rising.
He didn't answer, just stared into my eyes as he moved the blade closer to the lights wrapped around my throat. I knew, with a sudden, chilling certainty, that the game was far from over when he raised the blade and pressed the sharp tip against my lips, staring into my eyes.
Sucking on a candy cane, War just stared at me as I laid on the ground in the dark, clothes thrown sporadically across the snow. I wasn't cold even though I was laying in the snow, in fact, I was hot. I felt like I was burning up, and there was a puddle of liquid between my shaky legs.
To my surprise, War roughly ripped open my legs and curiously moved the candy cane between them, pressing the sharp, pointed tip against my swollen, sensitive clit. My entire body jerked as the candy touched my skin, setting every nerve ending on fire. So simple, yet filled with pleasure I would've never imagined. He stared into my eyes as he dipped the candy cane lower, and bit his bottom lip as he slowly pushed it inside me.
With his other hand he grabbed a handful of snow and began rubbing it up and down my stomach until it melted, and the cold water ran down to my pussy, making my body jerk. He grabbed another snowball and shoved it between my legs as he pushed the candy cane inside me, the snow melted all over my pussy and ran down to my ass, making me shiver, but my skin was on fire, even more so when he stuck out his tongue and licked up all the water on my stomach then moved to my pussy, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I gasped, the tingling sensation left by the mint had my legs tensing, the snow left my skin stinging from the cold, and the rest of my body trembled. Inside of my pussy felt cool as he fucked me with the candy cane, and my sensitive pussy lips were dripping with ice cold water, bringing my pleasure to new, exciting heights. I arched my back and lifted my hips so my ass was off the snow and he suddenly shoved a handful of snow into my mouth, pinching my nose and lips so I couldn't breathe. But the snow melted quickly, and I wasn't without air for too long, but it was thrilling all in the same. I never had anyone use snow as a form of foreplay, pleasure—whatever. But the coldness mixed with the heat and yearning from my body set me on fire even hotter than before, and before I knew it, I was fucking drenched. Not only was liquid dripping out of me and down my inner thighs, but the melted snow covered my breasts, stomach, and everything below my pussy.
I was chasing the candy cane like it was his cock, and I wasn't the least bit ashamed.
He picked up the lights from the ground, the ones Hitch had used to play with me just a few moments before. He then wrapped the lights around my wrists again, replacing the cuffs, and bound my hands together. Once my wrists were secured, he used the remaining lights to tie me to the tree, pulling the knots tight. He pulled the candy cane from me, discarding it to the side. As if a switch had been flipped, the tenderness and care from moments ago were gone, replaced with a primal focus. His eyes, dark and intense, were like two holes in my soul.I was his now.
The cold air raised goosebumps across my skin, but it did nothing to lessen the heat that had taken root within me. War reached out, his calloused hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples. I gasped, the sensation both exquisite and agonizing. The contrast between the cold air andthe warm touch of his hands was electrifying. He squeezed, and my nipples hardened, straining against his touch.
Then, he released my breasts and turned around, and began unbuttoning his pants, slowly pulling them down. His erection was large and thick, and I knew what was coming. I knew that it wouldn’t take much more for me to come, and the anticipation made my pussy throb. He turned back towards me and stared into my eyes, as he raised my legs up in the air.
"You are mine," he growled. He paused for a beat and then plunged into me. "And I know what you're hiding."
The pain was excruciating at first, a burning sensation that brought tears to my eyes. But then, as he settled deep inside me, the pain gave way to a wave of pleasure. The intensity built, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me. I moaned, lost in the moment, my body writhing against the tree, almost forgetting about his last comment.
He began thrusting in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. My head was against the tree, smacking into the bark. He continued staring into my eyes, while his face contorted with emotion I couldn't understand.
Then, I felt it—the familiar, exhilarating rush that signaled the approach of climax. It was another release I hadn't prepared for. I pushed back against the tree, and the pleasure made me squirm, unable to contain the noise any longer. I cried out.
War froze, his body tensing. He groaned and continued to thrust deep and hard and then the world exploded into color and noise. I felt outside of my body, and I couldn't speak. It felt like I had been drugged. A shadow appeared behind War, and I closed my eyes, thinking it was Hitch again. I heard a few, loud pops and a scuffle not far from me, and then all of a sudden, all I saw was black… again. But it was different from the last time, and I couldn't figure out why.
Finally, in what seemed like forever, I woke up with a headache, my lungs burning, a metallic tang coating my tongue. The chilly air still bit at my exposed skin, reminding me of where I was: still bound to the rough bark of the tree, still naked and wet—still utterly exposed. My vision swam, struggling to focus in the dim light. The last images I recalled: War’s raw, driving thrusts, his heated gaze, the darkness. And that shadowy figure…
Panic clawed at my throat. Where was War? Where was Hitch? The pops and scuffle played again in my mind, causing my heart to race in my chest. I strained against the lights, the rough strings digging into my wrists, but the knots were too tight to break.
I was trapped.
I was helpless.
I was absolutely fucked.
fifteen
