Page 52 of Conjure

“What point?” she asks in that nervous little voice of hers that hardens my cock to the point of agony. It throbs behind the zipper.

The tires squeal as I pull over to the side of the road, the engine still rumbling beneath me. I throw open the door and round the truck in a flash, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her out. I slam her against the side of the vehicle, the rusty metal hot against her skin from hours outside in the relentless sun, and shove her shorts and panties halfway down her thighs. My tongue invades her mouth, capturing her surprised gasp as I breathe in her air, intoxicated by her sweet taste.

“Fuck,” I exhale against her tempting lips, then kiss her again, deeper.

When she whimpers into my mouth, I spread my hand over her sopping cunt and spear her slit with a finger, sinking it deep inside her throbbing core. She trembles against me, creasing my sweaty T-shirt in her grip.

One finger becomes two, stretching her tight pussy until she melts against me. I chuckle as the wind moves through the cornstalks. “Your pussy missed me, didn’t it? Missed my fingers and cock.”

She looks at me through her heavy lashes, and I slap her cunt hard, making her yelp.

“Step out of your shorts.”

Unlike the time in the bathroom stall, she doesn’t question it or make me say it twice. She slides them off, then straightens back up.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice wavering when I reach for something in the flatbed. I like the fear that bleeds into every vowel, the way her eyes flash when I stride back up to her with a length of rope in my hands. Spinning her around, I press her up against the truck and fasten her wrists together.

She tries to look at me over her shoulder while I tie an expert knot. “Dom? What are you doing?”

“Did I say you could talk?”

“Anyone could drive by…”

“Let’s hope they don’t.” I grab her by the neck and whisper in her ear, “I’d have to hunt them down and kill them for seeing you half-naked and tied up like this.”

Reaching into my back pocket, I remove the ball gag before fisting her hair. Her unease ratchets up as I tug hard and forcefully insert the ball into her mouth. I make sure it’s secured behind her head and then pull her toward the ditch.

With her hands bound and a gag in her mouth, she stares at me, wide-eyed, only wearing red Chucks from the waist down.

I raise an eyebrow. “What are you waiting for?”

She peers at the cornstalks and then back at me.

“It’s time to run.”

Her eyes widen even more and her nostrils flare on a sharp inhale.

“If I catch you, I’m going to fuck you.” I shake my head and chuckle darkly. “Let me rephrase that. If I catch you, I’m going to tear through your pussy and ass with my cock.”

Her gaze falls to my hand as I adjust my hard-on.

“And it will hurt.” I tip my chin to the cornstalks. “These fields belong to Wilfred. Grumpy old man.” Chuckles bubble up from my chest. “I doubt he’ll be pleased if he finds a gagged and tied-up, half-naked girl running around.” Looking into her eyes again, I warn, “So you’d better not scream.”

Her face has paled, and her big eyes are filled with glassy tears. She takes a step back but trips and falls. Her legs splay open, offering me a perfect view of her puffy pink pussy.

“You’re soaking wet, Sis,” I taunt, hovering over her, my shadow suffocating the sunshine. “Look at that desperate little pussy.”

She whimpers, then cries out when I grab hold of her arm. I drag her up and shove her toward the cornstalks, making her stumble.

The sound of an approaching car steals her attention, and her head snaps toward it before she peers back at me with panicked eyes.

“Now fucking do as you’re told and run.”

FIFTEEN

CAMRYN

Dominic’s lipsspread into a sinful, clit-tingling smile that promises endless pain. “Better run, or I’ll hunt them down and kill them.”