“Talk?” His voice seemed unnaturally deep. “No, my pet. No talking, only action.”
He reached for her, but she was ready. She tucked and rolled past him. Getting to her feet, she went to dive into the thickbushes next to the boulder only to have him catch hold of the back of her shirt.
The fabric tore a little as he lifted and turned her in place. When he set her back down on her feet, she was facing the boulder. With gentle but irresistible force, he pressed her front against the boulder.
“Stay there,” he snarled, pushing her legs apart with his foot.
“I’m not making anything easy for you,” she said, lifting her arms up and dropping to the ground. It wasn’t quite as smooth as she’d hoped, but she did manage to slip out of the shirt, leaving him holding an empty top.
As she expected, he was quick to grab hold of her again. This time he wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her back up from where she’d tried to scramble away on all fours. Keeping that arm around her waist, he lifted her into the air and pulled her stretchy pants down her legs with his other hand.
When he set her back down, her pants were gathered around her ankles, and she was forced to reach for the boulder's smooth surface to keep her balance. In the small amount of time it took her to do this, he’d pulled her panties down also.
She now had her bare ass sticking out and was unable to walk. She thought about what to do, but Myrum reached around and sank his fingers into her wet folds. All thoughts of resistance melted away as his fingers found her clit.
“You’re so wet,” he growled. “You liked being hunted. You liked it when I found you and didn’t let you go. You’re mine, Amina. I hunted you. I found you. I captured you. Now I get to play with what I’ve snared.”
He withdrew his fingers, making her whimper.
“I want more of your flesh,” he said, making her straighten up. With swift motions, he unlatched her bra and tossed it away.
Holding her around the waist, he kept her back pressed against his front and cupped one of her breasts. She moaned then gasped when he plucked at the nipple.
“Beg me,” he demanded. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Never,” she said.
When he let go of her breast, she almost stopped the game to demand he keep touching her, but then she smelled honey. When his hand returned to her nipple, his fingers were coated in his oil.
Her nipple beaded and tingled, making her moan. When he was finished coating both her breasts, he moved his hand lower.
“No,” she moaned.
“Yes.” His fingers spread her lips, rubbing his oil over her clit and then dipping into her pussy.
“Oh!” she cried out as everything heated and tingled. It was the best and worst all at the same time.
“Put your hands on the rock,” he ordered.
“I won’t do anything you want,” she shot back.
He pinched her clit. “Oh?”
“No,” she said, then gasped when he pinched again.
“F-f-fine,” she stuttered, putting both hands on the rock. Because he was still holding her around the waist, she had to lean far over to do it.
She felt exposed and so damn turned on.
“Good pet,” he said, letting go of her waist and running his hands up to cup both breasts. He massaged and pinched, making her squirm because he was completely ignoring the part of her that wanted attention the most.
“Please,” she said.
“Not good enough,” he said. “You have to beg.”
“I-I-I’m begging,” she said.
“What are you begging for?” he taunted, putting his lips to her ear and nipping at the shell.
