When I round the tree trunk and she’s before me, with her hands at her back, looking defiant and annoyed, I stop and my heels slip on the dry leaves. My cock swells. I inhale, exhale extra,extraslow-like.Oh yeah, I’m definitely healing.
“Hi there,” I greet her as if I’ve returned from the shops.
“Hi,” she adds, cautiously, nodding toward her foot where it’s zip tied then shrugging to bring my attention to her hands. “Undo these.”
“You think so?” I smile. It’s a provocative, even dangerous question.
“Yes.” She waits.
So do I.
The air is ready to crack.
Slowly, I kneel and slide the combat knife from the waist sheath. It’s a new addition to my arsenal, courtesy of the dead guys.
“Don’t move. Unless you want to get cut.” To stop her flinching, I keep a firm grip on her foot.
With a simple slide and flick of the knife tip, I sever the plastic.
Then I hold her foot while I listen and watch her, while she no doubt wonders when, or if, I will release her. Her breathing deepens, becomes a little erratic. When she tries to withdraw her foot, I sheath the knife then go to her, pulling her to her feet with my hand under her armpit.
“Thanks. I think. And these?” She raises her elbows to show a glimpse of her bound wrists. That monotone tells me she’s trying to disregard the power I have over her.
“Do you know how tempted I am…or was, to just fuck you against this tree?”
I thumb her mouth while she looks up at me, shocked, maybe wanting this, maybe not.
No words come from her, only a shiver. I place my thumb tip beneath the curve of that bottom lip. I want to stick in there, to make her suck on me, but there are problems.
Her lips part. Her wet tongue sneaks out as if she’s thinking of licking me.
My pants couldn’t get any tighter over my cock.
“Option one,” I murmur, tracing from the corner of her mouth, down her chin, drawing a line down the center of her neck. “Or option two?”
She blinks. “What?”
I press my forehead to hers, rocking lightly, trying not to groan. “What am I doing?”
“I don’t know? Setting me free.”
“Hmmm.” The drive to simply take her now is living large and lurid in my mind. I can spread her, strip her in seconds. She might even like it.
She would, she would.
Is that precum wetting my pants?Just fucking fuck her.
That would prove to her I’m a monster.
“Two. Options.” I shut my eyes, open them to look into hers, and she is watching me, or trying to despite the darkness. With my night vision I can discern the hazel of her eyes. Is that trust I see also? Don’t throw that away.
“Yes?” she asks me, softly.
Definitely trust.
I kiss her forehead, her nose, that mouth I’m aching to shove my dick into. Our tongues play. The little wet sounds as we move, and those noises she makes…
“Option one. I fuck you here. Against the tree. With your hands tied.” My dick is aching with the promise of that. And she’s clearly curious for her ass subtly squirms against the tree.
