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"Yeah. But I like the mated pair idea. Let's pretend they mate for life."
"Okay." He took the hem of her shirt in both hands. "Raise your arms, love."
That telltale flutter in her stomach told her that her Dom was taking over. She obeyed and he stripped off her shirt, his gaze sliding over her breasts in the plain pink bra, the fabric thin enough to show the shape of her nipples. He ran a knuckle over her cleavage and then pushed her jeans off her hips. He took her pink underwear with it, removing her shoes and socks, then her bra. She was standing in the forest naked before his avid gaze.
"Turn toward the tree in the center of those three maples and put your arms over your head. Do it now." His manner became crisp and decisive, brooking no conversation. A primitive part of her understood. After the overload of vulnerability, he was re-asserting control to bring him balance. Thinking of what she'd said to Marcus about safety and heat, it brought her balance as well. She could handle the times he might be vulnerable, where she would have to be the one that brought reassurance and comfort, but knowing he had this reservoir, and a natural instinct and desire to use it whenever he could, was all that mattered to her.
He bent and unzipped the front pockets of the tote. She wasn't surprised he kept coils of rope in the pack, as well as things for his diabetes. He did a quick tie, wraps above and below her breasts, her wrists bound to a branch. A yoke around her throat ran down to the back wraps and secured there, holding her body up straight, her arms bound and her breasts thrust out. He put her face forward against the tree and ran ropes around her upper torso, then dropped to tie her ankles, holding them spread and bound against the tree.
She had enough slack for him to work his fingers in between the trunk and her body and play with her nipples, pinching them and rubbing the tips against the rough bark as she shuddered and her hips bucked against his pelvis, pressed against her bare ass cheeks.
"I'm thinking I should become one of those guys who lives in the woods, off the grid, and keeps his woman naked all the time," he said gruffly in her ear. "I'm not feeling very civilized right now, Julie. I want to remind you I'm your Dom at a level I don't usually go. Can you handle it? Can you handle everything I'm feeling right now, every fucked up, needy, want to fuck you and beat you feeling I have?"
"I want to feel all you're feeling," she responded, her voice unsteady. "Master."
Master. It was a whisper that went through her vitals, through her rapidly beating heart and suddenly constricted lungs as he bent and picked up a long stick, about an inch in diameter at the thickest end. He examined the rough, knotted length, the narrowing of it at the end that he tested by pulling on it. In the corner of her eye, she saw how it snapped back, giving it a whip like flexibility.
No further words, no explanations. He slapped her with the switch and she jumped at the sting, then made a tiny whimper as he followed it with a firm rub over her pale buttocks.
"God, I love your ass. Just as full and gorgeous as the moon. Going to fuck it and your cunt. After this."
She jumped again at the next slap, cried out. He fished in the tote again, and produced a rubber ball. It was too big to swallow, but not too big to get past her teeth as he worked it into her mouth.
"Don't want a hiker to hear you screaming and call the police. Now you can beg for mercy all you want."
No safe words, none given or needed. She trusted him, knew he'd know if she couldn't take anymore. The times he'd hinted at giving her more pain, this was the real deal, that side of his nature fully unleashed. She screamed against the ball as he worked up the intensity, crisscrossing the strikes, using different rhythms, patterns, force.
Her body writhed against the tree, further roughness. He alternated his blows with strokes of her flanks by his strong hands. He pinched and caressed her between her legs, taking the slippery honey there on his fingers and painting it on her rim.
"Des." She shrieked against the ball as he hit her several times more. It was exquisitely painful now, her whole body shaking, nipples hard and abraded against the bark, her pussy dripping, her buttocks clenching at the blows, which just seemed to inflame him further.
Tossing the switch away, he dropped to one knee, parting her buttocks to lick her rim, stab his tongue into it. She came apart, crying out, flinching against the tight hold of his hands over the welts he'd left on her ass. When he stood and opened his jeans, the metal tick of the zipper had her shuddering with another wave of sensation.
"Beg me to fuck you. To hurt you some more."
"Please...anything for you. Anything. It...God, it feels too good...and awful."
Her words were muffled against the ball, but he understood the pleading note, because his dark, pleased chuckle ran tingles up her spine and deep into her ass and cunt. He removed the ball, collecting the saliva from the corners of her mouth with his fingertips.
"You'll just have to bite back those screams yourself, love, because I want to hear every word that spills from your lips as I fuck you."
He pressed his cock into her pussy, working his way into the tight angle, the head of his organ sliding along the front wall of the channel. When his body was flat against hers, he thrust his cock in her in small movements, his other hand sliding around her throat.
"Your life in my hand, love. Is it mine to have? To take?"
She understood his savagery to the root. He needed to hurt her, to hurt them both, to torment them both. "To have and to hold..." she whispered.
He paused, then thrust deep into her, as she whimpered and his grip tightened further. "Please...Master," she begged. "Please."
Let me have all of you. Please trust me, love me. Fight for me. Fight for your life. Know I can't find this anywhere else, with anyone else. I've just found you.
His fingers slid over her clit as he pushed in deep, withdrew, slow, sliding movements that took her even higher. She begged him for mercy, and received none. He kept taking her higher and higher, teasing her with his fingers but not letting her have the friction she needed to go over. Then he withdrew and slid his cunt-slickened cock into her rear passage, slowly stretching her, invading deep as he let his fingers replace his cock inside her pussy, a thrust and retreat that had her crying like a bird, her head tipped back on his shoulder, her whole body swept with a need so strong she thought she could die from it.
He buried his fingers in her again and kept them still as he began to rub her clit with more diabolical intent. At the same time, he pumped more fiercely into her ass, increasing the discomfort with the pleasure.
"My sub. Her gorgeous ass is all mine, isn't it?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, Master. All of it. Oh God...I can't...please."
