Pleasure Bound - Complete (98 page)

God, was that only this morning?

She handed the canteen back without drinking anything. Blackie said nothing as he accepted it and tossed back a drawn-out drag. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his long, thick throat. She enjoyed the way he held the canteen with those strong fingers and the sensual way his lips curled around the mouth. His eyes were closed in what seemed like sensual bliss as he drank and she licked her dry lips with anticipation, regretting not taking a drink.

Okay, so he wouldn’t drink his own drugged water, right? But she would get down to the matter of how he’d been able to finger-fuck her without her realizing it.

While his eyes were closed, Kinley studied his naked chest. It was wide, and corded muscles rippled through his shoulders. A light dusting of downy black hair covered his chest and she recoiled at the scars that were lashed across him. Just thinking about the pain he must have endured while being whipped made her sad. Who would do such a horrid thing to a man?

When Kinley’s gaze traveled upward, Blackie’s black eyes were studying her.

“I would not have drugged your water,” he replied and held out the canteen. How the hell did he know what she’d been thinking?

“But you drugged the food I stole.”

He shook his head. “Not drugged. The berries I placed into my sack were meant for you. I admit they are called Sexual Berries for their seductive qualities.”

He had a funny way of thinking those Sexual Berries weren’t drugs. What was he, stupid or something?

“Females crave sex. First they fall into a deep sleep, and then they have sensual, sexual dreams. The dreams seem so realistic they think the visions are actually happening.”

“Then you didn’t…” He didn’t finger-fuck her? Kinley let the sentence die as disappointment laced her voice.

There was no way she was going to tell him he played the hot sexy stud in her sensual, berry dreams. Damn him, but dare she believe him? He was licking his fingers, for crying out loud. He had fucked her with his fingers!

“Yes, I did touch you. You were whimpering in your sleep. I knew you needed release.” The sides of Blackie’s mouth drew wide in a knowing smile.

How embarrassing. Her cheeks grew hot and she accepted the canteen, cleaned the rim with her palm.

The cool liquid tasted heavenly as it splashed down Kinley’s parched throat. She couldn’t get enough. Simply could not stop drinking. That is, until his hand wrapped around her wrist like a band of steel and he stopped her.

“Enough, you must eat something.”

He took the canteen from her and handed her some dried meat. It smelled pretty good and tasted even better. Salty and sweet at the same time.

They ate in silence, him handing her some dried fruit that looked like figs, which he allowed her to follow with the rest of the water from the canteen.

When Kinley finished, she found Blackie studying her again with those dark, dangerously sexy eyes. Eyes that made her breath catch. He was looking at her as if he wanted sex.

“Hand me the fur blanket,” he instructed in a cool, commanding voice that instantly made her bristle with anger. She didn’t like the way he ordered her around, and truth be told she didn’t want to lose the security of the blanket on her shoulders. It had kept most of her body warm and hidden from those penetrating, I-want-sex-now black eyes.

Blackie snapped his fingers. “The blanket.”

Setting her teeth, Kinley reluctantly whipped off the blanket and threw it at him. His eyes blazed in momentary anger, but then the tips of his mouth once again tilted upward ever so slightly. The bastard was amused?

However, he said nothing as he stood and laid the blanket on the stone floor near the fire.

“Come here and lie on the blanket,” he said as he grabbed more wood and settled it in a teepee over the coals.

Orange and yellow flames burst and tangled around the sticks, illuminating the cave even more. When Kinley didn’t move from where she sat, Blackie frowned.

“I said come and lie here.”

“I’m fine right here, thanks.” She smiled, but inwardly nervousness rocked her.

Would he rape her now? Take her up against the rock wall, rough and hard…or gentle and tender? What kind of a lover would he be?

“If you wish to argue, I can easily argue. But by the way your nipples are hard as pebbles against your cloth, I believe you wish relief. Lie down on the fur and you will get relief from the chains and clamps.”

Relief. Oh baby, he didn’t know half the relief she needed. All that walking and tugging and pulling on her labia and nipples, not to mention the erotic rubbing on her clit from that chain. She had to admit she was sore.

It was an odd soreness. An arousal that Kinley liked. She wanted him to rub those sore spots and make her very happy.

“Unless you need to go first?” he asked.

Go first?
 Oh man. Okay, she got it. The bathroom.

Her cheeks flamed at his question. “Um, where is the…um…ladies’ room?”

He frowned in puzzlement. “Ladies’ room?” he repeated.

“Powder room, bathroom? Pee?”

“There is an area to the right, an alcove that we use.”

We?
 Kinley frowned. She bet he brought all his captive women here. 
Asshole!

“Just point me in the right direction and I’ll go it alone.”

“I will accompany you. Stand.”

Kinley swallowed her frustration. The last thing she wanted was for the guy to watch her, but she really did need to pee. Thankfully when he led her off to an alcove, he had the decency to turn his back while she did what needed doing.

Then he led her back to the fire.

“Why would you care about my comfort?” she snapped, more comfortable with her anger toward him than her unexplained arousal.

His eyes flared in the darkness. “Do as I instruct, female. Lie down or suffer the consequences.”

Oh big, tough bully.
 Kinley wanted to ask what he meant by consequences, but figured she just might be better off not knowing. Besides, she was getting really tired.

“How long do these types of acid storms last?” she asked instead. Might as well get as much information out of him as possible. She would need to know how to keep from becoming charbroiled after she escaped.

“Lie on the blanket,” Blackie growled.

His penetrating gaze made it clear he expected her obedience.

The musical tinkle of her chains sang through the air and all her clamps tightened as she first sat, and then lay on her back.

Not wanting to see the lusty apprehension in his eyes, she closed hers and tried to steady her fast breathing.

“Lift your garment above your breasts,” he commanded, his voice husky and low, aroused.

Her pussy creamed wet heat and she struggled to keep her thoughts in check. She was both nervous and excited as she did his bidding and lifted her top, fully exposing her upper half to him.

For a moment all was quiet except for an occasional crack of thunder.

The clamp released from her right nipple, and then her left. Kinley’s nipples tingled, but strangely the burst of pain one would normally get after having worn clamps for so long was merely a mild soreness.

Now, how would I know that?
 But her thoughts disintegrated and she moaned softly as he smoothed cool soft cream over her tender flesh.

“I had not intended for you to wear these for this long,” he whispered as he sensually rubbed.

“I’m sure the storm interfered with your plans for me,” Kinley couldn’t help but whisper.

Exactly what are your plans
? Kinley wanted to ask, but the intoxicating way Blackie rubbed the cream into her nipple had her already hot for more of his touches. The tenderness eased. Then it was gone.

She almost popped her eyes open when cool cream smoothed over her other nipple. The soreness lessened and disappeared, just as it had with her other breast.

Blackie’s breaths seemed to grow heavier as he moved his fingers away. A moment later, he touched both her nipples again. His feather-light, tender brushes against her flesh were like flames licking her and she found herself sinking into a pit of want and need.

Kinley’s pussy clenched.

Oh, damn him.

He remained silent, but she believed he knew what he was doing to her.

He was priming her. This was foreplay.

Heat and wetness dripped from her core. A burning, aching agony erupted deep inside her vagina, and when his fingers left her nipples and splayed over her belly, she didn’t hesitate to lift her hips.

Shameless! Wanton!
 But Kinley just couldn’t help herself. She needed…release…from him.

Blackie removed one hot palm from her belly and fiddled with the tie at her right hip. The cloth loosened and fell away. Mild air breathed against Kinley’s flesh. A moment later, the tie at the other side loosened and she held her breath as her skirt fell away from her body.

“That’s it, female. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.” His voice sounded far away and she automatically spread her legs for him.

Kinley forced herself to open her eyes, to fight the electrical heat zipping through her body as she anticipated his next touch. When it came, she jolted. Tender fingers trailed a line of white-hot fire up along the insides of her thighs.

Oh, yes!

She closed her eyes. Pretended he was her lover. The man she loved. The man who would help her remember who she was and how she came to be here, lost and all alone.

The clamp on her right labia tightened briefly and then was gone. The other quickly followed. Hot, tingling agony swept through Kinley’s pussy lips. Lips that were swollen and aching and aroused and sore. The hand on her lower belly pushed down and tension blossomed deep inside her.

An aching need to be filled.

God, she loved the tender, alluring way he stroked her. The way he made her want sex even though she shouldn’t want it. Not like this. But God help her, she did.

Kinley moaned as cool cream touched her fiery pussy lips. In her mind’s eye, she pictured how his callused fingers were sliding over her flesh. He smoothed the lube over her outer labia, pulling gently as he drew one lip aside to touch her clit.

She moaned again. Clamped her mouth shut in defiance. No, he couldn’t know how much she wanted this. She struggled to keep her hips from moving, from gyrating.

Her need for sex was trapping her into doing what he wanted. And he wanted to fuck.

She didn’t have to open her eyes. She could feel it in the air. Sensual electricity blazed between them, pulling them closer and closer.

Blackie’s hands left her body and he began removing the chains. They tinkled and soothed her rattled nerves. The leather belt with the cuffs around her waist was the next to go. The collar he left on. As well as the leash.

“You will leave your garments off. Do you understand?”

Kinley nodded, her legs trembling as she anticipated his next move.

“Lie on your side, front toward the fire.”

She didn’t even think to say no. If he wanted to fuck her spoon style, then so be it!

Just fuck me, please, sir, and thank you very much!

That was the least he could do after getting her all hot and bothered with his sensual touches.

Kinley turned on her side and Blackie lay down behind her. Disappointment rocked her as his clothed cock pressed intimately against her ass cheeks.

“We must sleep,” he muttered, his voice heavy with unmistakable lust.

Oh no, fuck me! Fuck me!

Panic zipped through her. She thought about begging him. That’s what he wanted, right?

Kinley froze when his arm slipped over her waist and a hand slipped up her belly to cup her breast.

Oh, yes. He was just teasing her! She made a move to reach behind her and undo the ties of his loincloth.

“Lie still,” he snarled. “Sleep!”

Oh God. No, not sleep. Sex. I need sex!

Beg him, Kinley. Beg him.

No, she wouldn’t…couldn’t.

Her pussy yearned for him. Ached to be filled. Her nipples were so taut and her clit was way too swollen and angry with need.

Then came Blackie’s low, knowing chuckle that smoothed over Kinley’s nerves like seductive silk. He did want her to beg. He wanted the satisfaction of seeing her reduced to do his bidding, because he knew a female’s weakness. Hadn’t he said that? He wanted her to beg him.

Screw you, stud!
 A roll of defiance mingled with her arousal. 
Screw you!

She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from begging. But she was close. So damn close.

* * * * *

It was a beautiful sunset. Taylor caught glimpses of the clear blue sky overhead while they walked in the river. The earlier gloomy, gray sky and the dark, rolling clouds in the distance signaled it would only be a matter of time before the stormy season hit this area.

The ominous clouds were located toward the Acid Zone. He knew better than to go there unless absolutely necessary. Not much vegetation grew in that rocky area and if it did, it disintegrated during one of the storms.