Enslaved By The Ocean (16 page)

Ouch.
 

“Fine by me,” I manage to stammer out.
 

“The second, we fuck for one day, and one day only. I’m not going to be played with, and I know exactly what you’re trying to do. I want to resist it, but I fucking can’t. I need a taste. Just one fucking taste. You’re not mine to claim, and I have a debt to pay.”
 

Double ouch.
 

“Then why bother?” I hiss. “Don’t bother trying to fuck me when it means no more than a bit of quick relief.”
 

“You’re tryin’ to tell me your body isn’t screamin’ for that fuckin’ release?” he growls.
 

Damn him. It is. So much so I don’t actually care about the fact that he’s only offering himself once. I’m alive for him; my entire body is tingling with need. Besides, if it’s an explosive “one” time he might just change his mind.
 

“Fine,” I say, leaning close. “No kissing, one decent fuck. We have a deal.”
 

He grins. “Shall we put it in blood?”
 

“Bite me, pirate.”
 

He chuckles, and then spins me around suddenly, pressing my back to his chest. “The third rule, we do it my way.”
 

I shiver, giving him my answer in my reaction. He slides his fingers down my covered breasts, and I tremble beneath his touch.
 

“You want me to fuck you right here, right now?” he growls into my ear.
 

“Yes.”
 

No more needs to be spoken. He steps back and unclips my bra, before pressing himself back against me. His arms go around, and his fingers find my nipples. He gently twirls and pulls, rolling the hard buds between his fingers. I whimper, and my knees wobble. If he thinks I’m going to stay upright, he’s very wrong.
 

“Have you ever been fucked against a rock wall, with a waterfall comin’ down all over you?” he murmurs, sliding his lips over my shoulders.
 

“N…n…no,” I stammer.
 

“Oh
inocencia
, you’re in for a treat.”
 

I feel my legs quiver, and I reach back and grip his arms, holding myself steady. “I…I’m not sure I can stay upright.”
 

He pushes me toward the rock wall, and when we reach it he spins me around so my back presses against it. He dips his head, capturing my nipple in his mouth. I cry out, and my knees wobble. Oh, Jesus. His tongue flickers the tip, swirling and sending little bolts of pleasure through my body. He reaches out, finding my panties, and he slowly lowers them, sliding his mouth down my belly as he goes. Oh…yes.
 

When he’s on his knees in front of me, and my panties are on the ground, he looks up
.
His eyes are fiery, and nearly black with need. He grips one of my thighs, and gently slides it to the left so my legs are spread. He makes a growling sound as he lifts a finger and swipes it through my damp sex. “So fuckin’ sweet here, aren’t you,
inocencia
?”
 

I don’t answer him. I just drop my head back into the rock wall and close my eyes, letting myself enjoy every moment of this. Hendrix spreads my legs a little further, and I can feel the water from the falls sliding down over my stomach and tickling my exposed clit. Sweet heaven, it’s amazing. Hendrix leans in closer, and I can feel his hot breath against my most sensitive flesh before he plunges his tongue inside me.
 

I scream.
 

It comes so unexpectedly, that my body buckles. His hands reach up and grip my hips, stopping me from sliding down and landing in a heap on the ground. He plunges his tongue inside my flesh deeper, finding my clit and flicking it with ferocity. Then he gets it between his teeth, and begins rolling it with them. Holy…shit. A bolt of pleasure shoots through my body, it’s so intense I find myself screaming out words I usually wouldn’t use.
 

“Motherfucker,” I groan.
 

Hendrix bites and rolls, licks and sucks, until I’m trembling all over and whimpering his name desperately. He removes one hand from my hip, and brings it down between us, finding my entrance and plunging it inside. I come so hard I feel my own eyes roll. I don’t even realize my body has collapsed until I feel Hendrix stand us both up, and re-press my back against the wall. I hear his belt buckle, and I open my eyes to see he’s looking right at me.
 

“Ready for this,
inocencia
?” he rasps.
 

“Yes,” I almost plead.
 

He steps back for a second, and drops his belt. He unbuckles his jeans, and yanks them down. When his cock springs free, I gasp. It’s big. I mean, I knew it was, but seeing it like this, is just…wow. He wraps his fingers around it, and begins gently stroking as he pulls a condom from his jeans pocket and tears it open with his teeth. With wide eyes, and an aching pussy I watch as he rolls it down over the head of his cock, and then over the base. Naked, the man looks like he’s meant to be a damned statue. He’s so ridiculously perfect.
 

He steps forward when he’s sheathed. He’s got no shirt on, and like this, fully naked, he’s heart wrenchingly breathtaking. I blink a few times, to make sure what I’m seeing is
real. My reality becomes clearer when he presses himself against me, and his hands find my thighs. He grips them both, and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He reaches down between us, gripping his cock and guiding it to my entrance. My eyes roll again, and I drop my head into his shoulder.
 

“Look at me when I fuck you,
inocnecia
,” he orders.
 

I lift my head weakly, and meet his eyes. I’ve never watched a man during sex, but seeing the way his expression changes and his face softens as he slides inside me is something I’ll never forget, or regret. He fills me slowly, stretching me. We both groan, and he releases one of my thighs to put his hand on the wall beside my head. I turn my gaze to his arm, and I watch it flex and pull as he tenses all over. Holy fuck. He’s so damned yummy.
 

“So fuckin’ tight,” he rasps, clenching his jaw.
 

“Oh, yes,” I cry out as he takes the final plunge, fully burying himself inside me.
 

“Jesus,” he groans.
 

When he moves his hips, sliding out of me before plunging back in, everything in my world stops. It literally stops. I feel nothing but him. See nothing but him. I’ve never felt this in my entire life. I’ve never had someone take me to such a level before. He’s literally changing everything. My eyes haze over as my body sparks to life. I’ve never had an orgasm
d
uring sex, the feeling building inside me is something I’ve never felt before.
 

“I…oh, God…what is that feeling?” I cry out, gripping his back and sinking my nails into his skin.
 

“You’ve never come before, sweetheart?” he pants, through gritted teeth.
 

“I don’t…oh, God…Hendrix…”
 

“Oh baby, fuck. Let me be the first, let me take you over that edge.”
 

I shake my head from side to side as bolts of pleasure shoot up my core and settle low in my belly. Oh. God. I can feel my entire body clenching around him, tightening, hanging on that edge. Is this it? What everyone raves about? Hendrix drops his head into my neck where he begins to gently suckle. Oh fuck. Oh my God. I rasp out his name, and
my desperate whimpers turn into pathetic little screams for more. Hendrix moves his hips faster, filling me even deeper until I’m on that edge, ready to go, just needing that push.
 

My fingers are warm with the blood from his back, I’m scratching him, and I don’t even care. He reaches between us, finding my clit with his thumb. He rubs the wet nub, swirling my arousal around and around, pressing on and off it, taking me to the edge and letting me go. What is he doing? I feel myself tense, and my vision swims, and he stops moving his hips. I cry out angrily, lifting my head and meeting him with a confused, desperate gaze.
 

“Hendrix, please…”
 

His eyes scan my face, and his expression is that of tortured pleasure. “Need to hear you beg,
incocencia
. Beg me…”
 

“Please,” I whisper.
 

“More.”
 

“Please, Hendrix, fuck me.”
 

“More, sweetheart.”
 

“Make me come. Be my first. Please, I want it so badly. Fuck me, make me never forget how this feels.”
 

He growls, and he moves, sliding his cock up deep inside me once more. I whimper at the feeling of the sensitive nerves jumping back to life. He presses his thumb on my clit, and then begins rocking his hips again. The pleasure is back in a second, scorching through me like fire. I scream out his name, and thrust my hips down toward his deep plunging, wanting more, wanting it deeper. He growls, and lifts his hand off the wall beside me before tangling it into my hair and tugging it roughly.
 

I scream.
 

“You like that, don’t you?” he groans.
 

“Oh. Yes. More.”
 

He tugs my hair again, tilting it to the side so his teeth can find my neck. He begins nipping it softly, but his nipping becomes a gentle biting as his thrusts become more desperate. Oh, he’s a biter. Oh. God. Yes. His teeth pinch at my flesh over and over, and
his tongue swirls over the skin, while his hips buck, and his finger presses into my clit. The sensation is too much, and I finally tip over that edge. I feel the first surge of orgasm travel through my body, and I can hear my desperate scream as I relish in a pleasure I’ve never felt before.
 

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he roars, before biting my neck again as his entire body jerks, and I feel him pulsing inside me.
 

Each clench of my pussy around his cock has us both expressing our pleasure vocally. He groans, I moan, and together we drag each last shudder from each other’s bodies.  When we stop shaking he slowly moves me down until he slides out of me. He pulls the condom off, tying it and reaching down to grip his jeans. Without looking at me, he pulls them on.
 

“You got clothes, Indi?”
 

I nod when he turns to look at me, but my legs are still wobbling and I’m holding onto the wall, too scared to actually take a step. My entire lower half is tingling. He gives me a lazy half-smile. “Are you goin’ to move anytime soon?”
 

“Shut up,” I murmur.
 

“Can’t believe no man has
e
ver gotten into that sweet pussy and made you come that hard.”
 

I flush, and look down at my feet. My only boyfriend was sweet for a little while, before he started bashing me. It’s no wonder I haven’t had a great time with sex. He was always rough, and awful.
Hendrix grips my chin
, and lifts my head until our eyes meet. “The only man you’ve been with is the one that bashed you, isn’t it?”
 

I stiffen up, and pull my head from his hands. “It doesn’t matter
. We
’re not here to discuss what I’ve done and what I haven’t. It was once, remember? You made that clear. I need to go.”
 

I turn and lean down, gripping my bra and panties and shoving them on angrily before turning and heading back through the waterfall to get out. I can’t deal with this right now.
 

“Indi!” he yells, but I don’t stop.
 

My entire body is spinning, my head is fuzzy and I’m confused. I’m confused because I don’t know what to feel right now. I have something deep down in my body that’s tugging at everything inside. I hate that feeling, I don’t want to accept it, or even acknowledge it. It burns.
 

It’s against the rules.
 

You’re not meant to fall for your captor.
 

What do you do with a drunken sailor?
 

**
 

I find Jess and get myself a clean pair of clothes, and then we all gather around to make some breakfast over a little fire and grill plate. Hendrix hasn’t come back from the lake yet, and I really don’t want to think about what he’s doing. Is he regretting what we just did? I have this tingle between my thighs every time I move, like a little reminder that he’s been there, and that we stepped over that line.
 

“Are you okay?”
 

I turn to see Eric sit beside me on the tiny log I’m
sitting
on. I nod, and give him a weak smile.
 

“I’m fine, just tired and feeling a little off.”
 

“Are you sick from the cold last night?”
 

I shake my head, “No, probably just tired.”
 

Concern washes over his features. “The cave is empty, you should go and have a sleep.”
 

I contemplate it, and actually think it’s not a bad idea.
 

“I might, after breakfast.”
 

He leans in close, so no one else can hear us. “How are things really?”
 

“They’re fine, Eric. I’m surviving.”
 

“Do you think he’ll let you go?”
 

“I don’t know, okay?” I hiss.
 

I’m tired of him questioning me like I’m busting my ass for nothing.
 

“Why is the prisoner uncuffed?”
 

We hear Hendrix’s gruff voice, and look up to see him walking back. He’s still shirtless, and I can’t help but let my eyes travel down his body. His chest is so defined, his abs just perfectly toned, and that dip into his jeans, or the little “V,” as some call it, has everything inside me clenching. I lift my eyes, and see that he’s watching me with a heated expression. Oh. God. Drake stands, and walks over to Eric, cuffing him again.