My teeth grab my bottom lip, my heart racing faster than my feet, obeying.
Sunlight dapples through flame-colored leaves while I seek the nearest trail, leading the way.
Mutt bounds to and fro, excited. We give him attention until we’re further into the forest and Mutt’s had enough. A local white squirrel grabs his attention, and he’s gone.
“Take your hair down,” Loch commands as he steps behind me.
I reach, unraveling my braid, shaking the strands free. Loch loves my hair, and this is his way of proving this is about our love… and lust.
Because his footfalls are heavy, seeking, thudding like my heart. It’s been months of misery, then weeks of want. The hunger between us, painful and primal. A desire so maddening, it aches wet between my thighs.
“Pull your dress up.” His order is erotic, thrilling like the cool air, kissing my flesh as I hike up my flowy hem, holding it high around my waist.
I’m not shy with Loch anymore. I’m bold and bad andlove it when he admires my ass. I suspect he’s loving my white lace thong, too.
“That’s mine,” he snarls. “Say it, Babygirl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My answer meets the breeze curling up my bare legs, goose bumps dancing on my flesh. My cheeks, both pairs, burn under his savage stare.
“Keep walking and put your hand in your panties.” Lust stalks through me at the menacing sound of his voice. “Play with your pussy and get it wet for me.”
I lead the way over the worn trail. Cabins dot the distance. If someone wanted to watch, they could see me touching myself for him, and I love it. He knows.
Sliding my hand under the thin fabric, my middle finger caresses my aroused clit. “Oh god.” My steps stutter.
“You’re mine now, Alena.” His zipper drags down. “Aren’t you?”
My lips are wet, my entrance, starting to weep. “Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm.” He sounds delicious, demonic, his boots crunching over leaves behind me, his heat grabbing at my skin, sluicing up my spine. “Pull your dress down and expose your pretty tits for anyone to see.”
I glance at the lavish log cabin, perched on our right, overlooking our path. My nipples tighten, pearling pink as I tug my smocked top down.
“Stop right there and take off your jacket.”
I obey, stopping in front of a large oak before awkwardly keeping my dress lifted as I shrug out of one denim sleeve, then the other.
The jacket dangles in my grasp as he demands, “Now toss it on the ground so it can catch our cum.”
Oh my god. It’ll be my favorite jacket.
Desire shakes my hand, dropping my coat in the dirt.
“Now, pull your dress all the way down, tie the bottomaround your waist, and take your panties off, Babygirl.” His voice prowls through my heating veins as I obey, knotting the soft cotton before shirking down my thong. It falls around my boots. Lace over leather.
I stand, untouched, aching breasts bare, wet pussy exposed, my warm ass open to him, and I’ve never felt this close to Loch before.I need to see him.
“Can I turn around, Sir?”
“No,” he snarls. “I make the rules. You’ll do as I say, and maybe I’ll make you squirt if you’re a good girl.”
Oh, god. The sounds are distinct, threaded into the fabric of my being. His panting breath. His palm, rubbing hard flesh. His dick, slick and slapping with precum, while he jerks off at the sight of me.
“Hand me your panties,” he grunts.
My knees buckle. My steps, awkward as I slip the delicate lace over my bulky boots. But Loch loves it. He loves my curves and contrasts. He whispers it every time we fuck.
