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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

M y eyes roll back and I tremble as the thickness of his cock slides between my wet lips, pressing my tongue flat and filling my mouth. Shivers and trembles judder through me as the dark, tangy taste fills my head.

Eagerly, I close my lips around him. He pushes in. I bob and suck to pull more of him into my mouth. Deeper. I push and shove to get him farther as his hot bulb nudges the roof of my mouth.

He slides in and draws out and each time he does, I nibble more along his heft toward the base. I want to suck his balls but I’m not going to disobey him. I would ask but he wouldn’t hear me through the rain. I catch glimpses of his face and he looks so beautifully transported. My Warrior. thinking of nothing but me. Giving his whole body up to be in me.

Him taking me, thrusting his cock into me out in the open air, out in the cold and the rain on the mountain side, I feel like I’m being fucked by a god.

Like an ancient legend, he takes what he wants and I serve him, give him all I can. Take him. Taste him. Swallow him whole.

My lips seal him inside me as close and as tight as I can make them. When his crown brushes and strokes the back of my throat, I dive, surging along him, suckling him in.

A salty sweet taste drives me harder. Opening my throat. I’m moaning wild, guttural and raucous cries, but all the sound stays locked, trapped in my throat, shaking him. Vibrating him.

He moans and pushes harder. I love how he uses me. Shows me his passion. Shares his raging needs and lets me fulfill them. He starts to shout and, as he does, he pulses harder. The pulsations in his shaft thicken and slow.

I dive, dragging and pushing to get him all the way down the wet, clamoring muscles of my neck, climbing, inching my lips for the base of him.

As soon as I get there, he swells and pumps, hosing salty bolts of thick, sticky juice. I push my forehead against his abs as he hammers in, deeper. Harder. Shouting.

He’s still gushing and I am, too as he stays, pushed all the way in. With both hands on my head, he bends his knees and trembles. I suck and swallow, gulping all of him. Feeling reborn.

When he pulls me up by my chin, my legs are shaky and my knees are weak. I keep my eyes on him as I rise, unsteady, transfixed by the storms of emotion all over my whole warrior’s magnificent body and his heroic face.

He holds me, hard. Firm as the rain washes over us both. His eyes blaze and his lip quivers.

He takes a long, deep, wet, lascivious kiss and I return it with wild, eager hunger and longing. We fuse, writhing together. I could stay here, in the cold and wet, forever.

When we finally break, unwilling, taking little bites and nibbles, I’m wishing it would never end. He holds my head and looks in my eyes.

“I never felt anything like that. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“I’m loving you,” I tell him. “I love this. I want more.

“I don’t want you to love it. I don’t want it to be like this. I don’t get angry like this and let go of myself, lose control. I hate this.”

“Okay. Well I don’t hate it. You can be this way with me. It really is okay.” I want to tell him that I love it again, but he hates that, so I say, “I’m okay with it.”

I say, “You wouldn’t harm me, would you?”

His face reddens with shock. “No! I would never do anything to hurt you.”

He pulls me to him. Holds me tight to his chest.

I’m better than okay. He wanted to be in charge. All my instincts were to assert myself, to stay in control. I didn’t because I saw how angry he was.

He strokes my hair. “I understand you trying to escape. I can’t imagine how confusing and terrifying this must all be for you.” He takes my shoulders and holds me back to look in my eyes. “But you made me mad.”

“Even though I wanted to escape, I could see how it made you feel. And you felt like I let you down. I don’t want you to feel that way.”

“Let’s get in the car.”

I stretch up to take a kiss first. He responds by wrapping me in his arms. His body and mine move together like two serpents. It feels like we’re breathing each other, a single being.

He stirs and thickens. Rises to nudge me. Straightens and heats between my thighs. I tell him, “I don’t think you punished me quite enough yet.”

As he slaps my ass, I squeal. He turns me and rushes me to the car. I stagger, awkward with my pants and knickers halfway down. As we go, he grabs and spanks my cheeks. I yell and giggle, losing myself in a fog of sensation and emotion.

He lays my hands on the bull bar of the Land Rover and he splays my legs as wide as they will go. The cotton panties don’t allow much spread. I wiggle my ass at him. He spanks me again, and I’m shocked when his finger starts to massage the tight little star of my ass.

Up tight behind me, his cock brushes between my cheeks and he reaches around to finger my mound in expert, teasing dips and circles. All the time, his finger is exploring and softening my opening. His firm, certain touch makes my body respond almost instantly.

My legs shake and tremble. His hands on me, front and back, make me feel like I’m completely in his possession. He’s all over me and I have no control at all. Trembling in the torrents of rain, I give myself up to the currents and tides of emotion and sensation, and at last I let go of the need to make sense of it all.

While he plays my mound, my clit and the wings of my pussy with one hand, he’s opening me up at the rear with the other. First one finger, then two. Then three. I’m shaking and gasping. Little bursts of sensations break out all over me, like bursts of brush fire. Like fireworks.

Then his hard cock is low between my cheeks. Docking. Pushing. Entering.

By reflex, I push back. I don’t know why. The thick pole shoves hard as his pelvis slaps into the cheeks of my ass. Into the crack

It makes me squirm and roll my hips. I don’t know what’s happening, but I know this has happened before. This feeling is not new. And I know that I want it.

It feels like it will take me over. I want that. I want to lose myself in the force of it. My pulse races.

I can’t make sense of the storm of my feelings for this man. Is it because we have history, or is it just because he’s the brute, the thug who’s holding me captive, and he showed me some kindness.

All of my thoughts and feelings spin and whirl, and merge, blurring.

This morning I was worried that I’d forgotten everything. I’m only now beginning to glimpse how much I’ve forgotten.

The aching buzz and quivering contractions of my sluicing pussy send waves of thrill through me. When his huge shaft pierces my ass and drives its unstoppable entry through me, I feel like all my strings have been cut while I’m exploding inside.

In, harder, deeper and higher, I feel him like he’s growing inside me. Like a new part of me. All too soon, I feel his pace quicken and start to race. It makes me feel wonderful that he’s so rock hard and raging at a second go, that he’s so excited.

I want him to take longer, but I know he’s already over the point of no return. I love the slap of his hips against my ass and the pressure of him filling me up. His hand on my pussy speeds up and his fingers reach up inside me.

Through his fury, he reads my rhythms perfectly and drives me to quake, clench, howl and burst, right at the point that I feel him blasting lusty hot jizz all over my insides. Even as he pulls out, he’s still spraying seed all over my ass.

“My hands are tied,” I rasp urgently back over my shoulder. “I can’t reach back. Scoop up that cum and bring it to my mouth.”

When he does, I lick and lap from his hand, holding his burning eyes with the glow of my own raging lust.

After I wriggle my pants back up and before we get into the car, he slips the Sig back into my pocket.

I turn back to look into his face as he opens the door of the Land Rover for me. He says, “You’re not going to use it on any of us.”

“You seem very sure. Kidnapping is a capital offense in many states.”

He helps me up into the cabin and I can’t read his expression.

On the drive, he’s silent for a while. Then he says, “You were just softening me up.”

“The exact opposite, I would have said.”

He’s quiet again. I know I really hurt him and I don’t know what I can do about it.

The soaking panties are still knotted tight under my pants. Still, they’re a reminder.

We come up on the house quickly. I get a brief view of the narrow road and the steep mountainside, as we swing upward. Past a high hedge, we turn into a drive and a low, wide, two story modern building with a lot of dark glass, and pale wood finishes. somehow it fits the landscape. The car dips down a ramp into a garage. He parks next to a black van and a shutter comes down behind us.

Inside, he shows me briskly up a wide staircase, through the airy kitchen and back up to my room. The sight of the hospital bed makes my heart sag.