Project Passion

by Dusty Miller

  Yes, but what good was that? Heather knew what the world was like, and Braden was a dominant person. Why would he care about her? How much respect would he have?

  He might think he owned Heather, which he did…but only for a week. Then it was back to real life, where there were very real consequences, at least in Heather’s imagination.

  “May I hold you?”

  Heather nodded. It’s why she was here, after all.

  “May I kiss you?”

  Heather gasped, but nodded.

  “That might help.”

  “I had to deal with this when I was very young. I know all about it.”

  Heather blinked back tears.

  Braden, who was a little taller, put his hand behind Heather’s head and pulled her in close. Their eyes were two inches apart.

  “Braden.”

  “Yes?”

  “Kiss me a lot. Long and hard and deep…hold on tight and make me do things…” Tears poured down her face.

  “All right.”

  And he proceeded to kiss Heather just the way she wanted as those gaping wet eyes stared deep into his in a kind of terror, and a kind of triumph. This was what courage was.

  Finally Braden broke off.

  “Any thoughts?”

  “Ah…ah…I am naked. I am naked in the arms of a strong, powerful, handsome man…and I don’t know what to think.” She sniffled but seemed better.

  “Let’s go up to the fire where it’s warmer. I’ll pour us some wine and we can talk about things. Put your clothes back on…for the moment.”

  “All right. Thank you.” Heather grabbed at her clothes and quickly put the shorts on again, careful not to get caught in the zipper.

  #

  They sat hip to hip in front of the fire. Braden leaned over and built it up as Heather sipped more wine. After a glass, her cheeks had a tendency to pull up into a smile, but she was too scared. Braden put his arms around her when she put the glass down, and Heather put her head on Braden’s shoulder.

  “It’s okay to kiss me.”

  She tipped her head back with eyes closed.

  Braden didn’t need any prompting. The rasp of his upper lip set Heather’s heart pounding, but then she just let go and went with it as Braden’s tongue forced her mouth open…

  Having read about this, Heather pushed her tongue into Braden’s mouth, eyes popping open to see Braden regarding her in assessment. Then his big strong hand slid down into the tight pants and onto Heather’s bum and he pulled her in even closer. Heather clung tightly to him.

  “It’s going to work.” She breathed hotly in his face.

  Braden smiled at the words.

  “Strip for me…and dance a little bit.” He kissed her again.

  Slightly wobbly as her head was a bit woozy, although she felt pretty relaxed, Heather stood up and moved to one side of the fire. There wasn’t much to it. She undid her cut-offs and let them drop to her ankles and then kicked them off in the general direction of the corner of the blanket to keep the dirt off of them. She flung off the shirt next, and stood there in her nakedness, staring at Braden. She kneaded her breasts and felt the familiar old tingle of excitement burn down low in her abdomen. She’d only done this in the mirror before.

  He watched her inscrutably from beside the fire, calmly taking a sip of wine.

  She turned around, looking over her shoulder, and gyrated as best she could, feeling awkward but definitely horny. It was an amazing moment. She had been afraid of being afraid more than anything. She was naked, in the middle of nowhere, and he wanted to look at her. She wanted him to look. Oh, God, how she wanted him to look…

  Rotating again, she stood before Braden, sliding her hands up and down her body, fondling her breasts, her ass and her pussy as she writhed as best she could. She wanted Braden to want her, to make Braden horny. If Braden kept this up much longer, Heather would have no choice but to launch herself at the fellow and just try and seduce him…she didn’t care how long it took. There was no way in hell she could run now.

  “Come here.” Braden patted the blanket beside him as Heather danced to the inner music, leaving only the bow around her neck, the jewelry on her feet, and some clip-on ear rings.

  She dropped the loose moccasins at the edge of the blanket, and squeezed in as tight to Braden’s hip again as she could.

  “No…lay down on your stomach.”

  Complying, Braden gave her a long, loving massage, starting gently but becoming more firm as he went on. He did every inch of her body, from head to toe. It was sensual, and reassuring, she had to admit. With the evening gloom advancing, Heather’s slender white body was soft and warm under his touch. She began to relax, to try and help him. He really was being very nice about it, taking his time and everything.

  “Turn over.” Heather roused herself from the luxurious lethargy and rolled over on her back.

  Braden held a breast and stared into a fully-alert Heather’s eyes for a moment as her hands stroked his. He squeezed and rolled her nipple around as she panted. His other hand was on her stomach. She felt safer now with him. She clutched as his hands, silently begging him with her eyes.

  “What did you say that safe-word was again?”

  “Fuck my mouth. Fuck me all night long. Please, Braden. Oh, God, please fuck me.”

  Braden smiled and bit his lip.

  “When I’m ready. But tell me what you want. Honestly, that’s the best thing right now. I’m like you—I want us both to have a good time. I can’t believe how beautiful you are.”

  She really was something.

  Heather took a quick breath and then let it all gush out.

  “You could hug me and kiss me a lot. That’s always good.” Staring up at Braden, she gulped. “You could suck and bite my nipples…kiss me all over. Finger me. Love me, hug me, squeeze me. Stick your tongue in my ear. Nibble my earlobes. Oh, and tell me what you’re going to do to me. Talk dirty to me, Braden! If I’m bad, you could please maybe give me a little spanking…tell me I look good. Oh, God, tell me I’m pretty, and sexy, and that you want me. Fuck, oh, God, you wonderful, strong, gorgeous hunk of a man…that would pretty much do it.” That was quite a speech and he nodded seriously.

  He held her as she trembled and shook in his arms, tears dry now but with a look of pure neediness on her soft, clean, oval face. She was very fragile and he really liked this girl. He thought about the impact a real jerk might have had on her. Braden had some guilt over this already…

  Braden appeared to consider. Heather looked up, so vulnerable, and so sexy. She was a submissive person. She’d had a lifetime of it. Heather wanted freedom. She’d just have to put up with some torment, in fact a lot of foreplay would make things easier. It would be better for her. They had gotten this far and they had all week. He moved around some, pushing her legs apart and getting in between them.

  “Okay, pull your knees up and then put your legs up on my shoulders.”

  “Oh!”

  Heather had nothing to say, just breathing deeply and staring wild-eyed at Braden’s big shoulders and his face especially, as he fondled her cunt.

  “So you’re a virgin. Hmn. Not for long, my little one.” Heather moaned and gasped as Braden leaned in close, eyes locked on hers as he squeezed her breasts with strong fingers, leaving a wet spot shiny in the golden light of her right breast. He licked her mouth and all under her chin. He bent low between Heather’s legs to lick and nibble at her pussy.

  “Oh, oh. Please, Braden, not too fast.”

  “So who am I?”

  Heather stared with the most solemn look. She swallowed. Her breasts pointed skyward, sharp nipples bobbing around. He kneaded them gently.

  “I’m sorry. You’re Braden.” She gave the first unrestrained smile he had seen so far.

  Realizing it herself, she took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed visibly.

  “And who are you?”

  Heather thought for a half a minute. She licked her lips and tears threate
ned. Braden did the unthinkable. Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out something that shocked her from head to toe in something akin to raw, hundred and ten-volt wall outlet electricity.

  He unfolded a black, plastic-handled buck knife with a wicked point and curving end to the blade.

  Braden opened the blade as she watched in sheer, unmitigated terror…she was having trouble getting enough air.

  He stroked it along his cheeks, making a long, drawn out rasping noise. He grinned wickedly at her. She licked her lips as he brought the tip of the knife just under her chin. She twitched, and he patted her stomach.

  “Scared yet, bitch? God, you are so fucking beautiful…oh, beautiful white lady. This ole nigga ain’t never raped no nun befo’…”

  “I’m your bitch, Braden. Oh, God, I love it. I love it. Please fuck me. Please fuck me, sir.”

  “That’s right, and whether you cooperate or not, you’re in for a long night. Because I haven’t got fucked in a long time…and I’m going to fuck you fifteen ways from Sunday. I’m going to rape you, Sister. The only reason I don’t call up the boys…” He whipped out a cell-phone and showed her. “…is because you is just too sweet to share. Not with anyone. You, my lady, you and your lovely, juicy little cunt, are mine. All mine. A whole fuckin’ week with you. Holy, Jesus, praise the Lord!”

  Sister Heather, hair swept out in a shimmering wave of golden fleece, wept in joy, reaching up for him, with her mouth quivering and twisting in sweet agony and ecstasy.

  “Thank you. Thank you…oh, thank you, Braden.”

  Braden’s mouth plunged down on her cunt again as Heather gasped and moaned and said things, begging things, she stroked and caressed Braden’s shoulders and head and then Braden stopped and brought his face up close to Heather’s.

  “Any thoughts?” She shook her head, eyes glazed in sexual tension. “This is what your cunt tastes like.”

  Their mouths locked and Heather wriggled in his arms, closing her eyes and focusing on one thing at time, the musky taste in Braden’s mouth.

  They came up for air and Braden stared deep into the pools of liquid that were the windows into Heather’s soul.

  “Please Braden. Please let me suck your cock.”

  She sounded a lot more confident now.

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  Heather nodded, licking her lips and borderline hyperventilating.

  “Yes.”

  Braden gave her another quick kiss and then went down again, just to make sure she knew who was in charge. She watched him put the blade and phone away with a quick grin of triumph over his shoulder. Her hands stroked his round, muscular ass in long-repressed fascination. She couldn’t tear her eyes off of him. Every muscle stood out in highlights.

  He was pleased. After a few long chats with Heather online, he really wasn’t sure how this was going to go—he was a nice enough guy, deep down inside, and maybe even prepared to have a platonic vacation in the woods, be polite to the lady, and most likely leave early if it came right down to it. He thought himself prepared for anything.

  But this was going to be so much better than that. As much as he wanted a good fuck, this lady really needed him, which was a strange way of looking at it.

  #

  He made sure to spend lots of sweet time just talking to Heather. He kissed her a lot and she practically swooned in his arms. She loved looking at his cock. But clearly this was going well for her. She’d obviously been suffering for a very long time.

  After a time Braden reached over to his small camouflaged utility bag, and pulled out several objects. With shining eyes and parted lips, Heather watched in breathless fascination as Braden tied her ankles with the first thin rope, leaving a hobble of maybe a foot between the feet. Then it was the wrists, again the length of black silken cord between was well-calculated. With a flourish, he showed a black blindfold to Heather, laying flat on her back in a relaxed pose, with feet and legs straight out, hands resting comfortably on her belly, which was stretched taut between hip bones and the bottom edge of the rib-cage. Her eyes went from his face to his cock, fully erect and looking very big, and back again. She seemed a lot more comfortable now. While there was a bit of a breeze and a few stars were visible between the boughs overhead, the low fire put out a radiant heat that was pleasant.

  The lake was quiet.

  Heather tipped her head forward, as the length of line between her hands just barely allowed her to use her elbows in lifting herself up and turning.

  The world went dark as Braden tied it on her.

  “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. And I will stop when you say so. Okay?”

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Braden.”

  He smiled at that.

  With a strong arm behind her shoulders, Braden kissed her again, and Heather allowed herself to be gently lowered on to the blanket, and she felt Braden’s weight press on her for the first time.

  “Um! Um.”

  Braden pulled away.

  “Is everything all right, my little one?” He stroked Heather’s belly and thighs, and gently sucked at her throat. “Hmn. What if I was a vampire?”

  “Yes, everything’s fine.” She just wanted Braden not to crush her. “Actually, I was kind of hoping you’re a rapist.”

  “I am. Remember?”

  She smiled up into her blindness and Braden gave her ear a thorough tongue-lashing, inside and out as goose bumps rose all over Heather’s pale form.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  “Just be careful—and gentle, please?” Heather, always trying to reach him with one hand or another, hoped Braden knew what she meant.

  “Oh, that’s right. You’re a virgin.” Braden came back for another round of heavy kissing, with Heather giving as good as she got. “I like virgins. I like fucking them for hours on end, while they scream and scream.”

  Heather kept pushing up and then flopping back on the blanket, sort of emotionally drained and finding it hard to prop herself up while all tied up like that. She really was in trouble! But it was so beautiful too. She was so grateful for this, the chance to finally do it. It was better if someone else had control of her right now. She was the luckiest, and the happiest women in the world.

  Oh, thank you, God. Thank you, Jesus, Mary and all the Saints.

  It was maddening not to be able to see anything, as the weight lifted and then Braden ate her pussy, her blind to all else, caressing her belly and sending Heather into seething gasps of passion and despair, writhing and moaning. Braden came up and went after the nipples, all the while holding and squeezing. Heather loved the feel of his hands on her bum…Braden kissed her up and down and all over, even licking between her toes, and chewing gently on her inner thighs. Braden rolled her over and nibbled on her bum, and then he licked her ass, even doing the rectum. She gasped in piteous torment. He was killing her with his mouth, his tongue. Prying hands moved her around and positioned her for each next move, and yet she couldn’t even watch the new discovery, each fresh encounter. Braden was driving her mad with desire, all thoughts of fear gone now. Heather felt so wonderfully turned on, incredibly sexy and full of an inner heat that she had just plain lost control over. It was like becoming an animal, with no higher purpose except this.

  Then it was more heavy kissing as Heather cursed the cords that prevented her from putting her own hands up and around Braden’s neck and pulling him in closer. Without vision, she didn’t know which way to grab anyway. All she could do was to dig her hands into Braden’s bristly chest and let the man do what he wanted. Heart pounding, she acknowledged that she was loving every minute of this and didn’t want it to stop. God, she was so lucky to find him…anybody.

  Braden made her get up on all fours.

  “Let’s see, have I forgotten anything?”

  She almost screamed in her frustration, but inspiration struck.

  “Bend over, master.”

  “Huh?”

  “You did it to me
!”

  With a thoughtful look, Braden turned around and bent over, gently guiding her face at first.

  She took a long time, licking his asshole clean and grunting in animal excitement. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that she had dropped the blindfold, eyes wide in a kind of sensual shock.

  “Bad girl.”

  “Oh!” Her breath was ragged. “Please let me suck your cock now! Please, please, please!”

  He reached over and put the blindfold back on, carefully, tightening up the knot again. He was making her wait, and listen. Where was he?

  Sooner or later Braden was going to make her suck his cock, and possibly even spank her…the thought of Braden coming in her mouth made her heart pound all the faster, for all that she still wanted it, and to be had, and held, and fucked by this man or pretty much any man when you thought of it. A whole week of this…it was mind-blowing, that and the thought that she would have to go back. She wanted all of Braden inside her.

  Sooner or later, you had to go back home.

  That was the scary part. The thought that any trustworthy man would have done fine, and that all she really wanted was to suck someone’s cock and get fucked like a whore. No. It had to be the biggest and baddest cock that came along, and it frightened the hell out of Heather. Perhaps she was just old school, or maybe she really did think it was evil, and therefore all the more fun—but to discover that she really could do this.

  It was revelation.

  There was no going back, now. Heather, once she let herself go, was a thoroughly enlightened woman. This was no hurried fantasy, this was real, it was true, and she liked it, loved it was more accurate. Did Braden really like her? All dressed up like a tramp…she wished her heart would slow down.

  “Braden?”

  “Yes? Ready to surrender yet?”

  Heather nodded vehemently.

  “But, may I have a sip of wine, please, oh master of my heart and soul? Maybe even my life and my body?”

  “Sure. Do you need to pee or something? We’re only getting started.”

  Heather sucked in deep gobs of oxygen as Braden moved and then he was lifting the glass to her lips as Heather lifted the blindfold for a minute.