by S. J. Lewis
He went over to the shelves. Alexa couldn’t see what he was doing, no matter how hard she tried to twist her head around. When he came back, he was holding a wide, round black candle. She saw him light it and put it down on an arm of the platform, just out of reach of her fingers.
“I have wanted to do something special with these from the first day I saw them,” Will said as he rubbed his thumbs slowly back and forth across Alexa’s nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned again. Then she felt him doing something to her head support. It fell away, leaving her head hanging down. She started to raise it, but he pushed her back down. Now she saw him unzipping his pants.
“Open your mouth, female,” he ordered as he drew his cock out. Alexa obeyed eagerly. This was something new. Her master thrust the head of his cock between her lips.
“Suck, female,” he said. He put his hand around her throat, but didn’t squeeze.
This wasn’t only something new, it was something very awkward, but she tried. She couldn’t move her head much, so she used her tongue to compensate. He seemed to like that, but after a little while he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, almost enough to make her gag. He kept his hand on her throat, and then she felt something hot splash onto her belly. She arched her back and grunted and there was another hot splash. She knew what it had to be, though she couldn’t see much besides her master’s balls. There was another hot little impact, and another. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it certainly made an impression. She felt the drips of hot wax moving up along her body and tried to relax. The cock in her mouth was making her drool. It was also making it a little difficult for her to breathe. Her master kept his hand on her throat, and the maddening, intoxicating drips of hot wax kept creeping higher and higher. She twitched and squeaked as the first one landed on her breast. The one after that struck her swollen nipple. She twitched again and made a louder squeak.
Her master pulled his cock back, not completely out of her mouth but just far enough for her to gasp in a lungful of air around it. More wax fell on her breasts, on or close to her nipples. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She moaned and groaned around the head of her master’s cock, straining against the cuffs that held her securely in place for this incredible, relentless, sweet, tantalizing torture. After what seemed like hours he stepped back from her and carefully put the candle down. She was puffing and gasping, her wax-splattered chest heaving, her hips grinding futilely. She tried to raise her head, but all of a sudden it just seemed like too much to even try.
“How do you feel, female?” Her master’s face appeared above her. He was smiling.
“Please, master,” she panted. Her mouth felt dry, and she licked her lips. “Please, fuck me! Oh, God, please fuck me!”
He stood alongside the frame, still smiling, and put his hand between her legs. Alexa raised her head and hissed as his fingers slipped inside of her, playing with her swollen, achingly sensitive pussy. She let her head drop back down and tried to raise her hips to press herself against his hand. But as she did, he pulled his hand back. Alexa sobbed in frustration.
“Please, Master!” she called out desperately. “Please! I want you! I need you!”
“Have you ever been in such a state before, female?” he asked mildly.
“No!” Alexa wailed. “Never!” she strained at her cuffs again. “Please!” She jerked wildly at her bonds now, making the chains rattle and actually making the frame rock a little. Her master laid the palm of his hand on her belly.
“Be still,” he ordered. Alexa tried to obey, but she couldn’t help twitching and moaning. She felt as if she was on fire, she felt as if she was being devoured by ants, she felt as if an electric current was being passed through her helpless body, and it was all centered around her pussy. Nothing would calm her; nothing could stop the torrent of sensations until her master filled that pussy and fucked it raw.
“Look, female,” her master ordered. Alexa raised her head. It felt like a one-ton weight on the end of her neck now, but she managed. Her master held that unlikely red dildo from last night so that she could see it. As she watched, he also held up what was left of the jar of lubricant, already opened. Smiling, he put it down on the frame next to her, dipped his fingers into it, and then began smearing the gel thickly up and down the dildo.
“I’m sure you were curious about how this felt while you were using it on your girlfriends,” he said as he used the very last of the lubricant. He did something to the base of the dildo and Alexa heard it buzz faintly. She groaned and let her head drop. It came up again an instant later as her master slid the head of it between her pussy lips and slowly, deliberately, brought it up until it was pressing against her clitoris.
Alexa shrieked. Her body bucked furiously, but the chains held her tight. If he just kept that thing there for a little while longer…
But he didn’t. He took it away, leaving her sobbing in frustration. She began to beg again, her voice high-pitched and desperate. She heard him chuckling and felt a sudden surge of anger.
“Stick it in me, you sadist!” she yelled, raising her head. She regretted that instantly.
“Please, Master!” she whined, keeping her head up. “I can’t stand it! Not another minute! Please!”
“When you started this, Alexa Marx,” he said calmly, “did you ever imagine that you’d find yourself in such a state?”
“No,” she sobbed, her head dropping again. “No! Please!”
“And do you want to keep going?” he asked.
Her body was trembling from fingertips to toes. Her arms and legs ached from struggling with her bonds, and she was just beginning to realize how much that lubricating gel could tingle. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. When she spoke her voice was surprisingly calm.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I do. You got me this far, Will. I don’t think another man could have. I want to keep going. I want to find out what happens next. I’m yours. I’m your female. I’m your slave. Make me come. Make me scream.”
He slid the dildo inside of her without another word, and she discovered that there were multiple settings for the vibrator. At that first deep penetration, she screamed. She screamed again as he began sliding it in and out, slowly at first, then a little faster, a little faster and harder… Alexa let her body go as limp as she could so that she could concentrate on the only thing that mattered: Her warm and wet and tingling pussy and the wonderful things that her master was doing to it. But when the first orgasm hit her, her body slipped free of her mind and acted entirely on its own. All she could do was go along for the ride.
“Easy. Easy,” Will said gently as he held the plastic cup of sweet cold water so that she could drink from it. He had brought the head support back up, which was a good thing because she didn’t think her neck muscles could even lift her head any more. Feelings of pleasure still coursed through her, pushed along with every heartbeat. She was exhausted and sweaty and covered with wax drippings, and she couldn’t remember ever feeling this good, this wonderful, in her life. He held her head up as she greedily gulped the cup empty. When he gently let her head down, she sighed deeply.
“How are you, Alexa Marx?” Will asked. Alexa struggled to think of something she could compare to how she felt now.
“I feel like I did right after my first marathon,” she smiled up at him weakly. “Well, just as tired, anyway. Otherwise, I feel much, much better.” She wished that one of her hands was free so that she could reach up and stroke his cheek.
“The night is still young, and you’re a screamer, and after all this I am incredibly horny,” he said. He reached out to stroke her cheek gently. “And your hair is still too short, but I think your eyes are just fine the way they are now.”
Alexa laughed. “Well, I’m still naked, I’m still your female, and I think I’m still horny myself,” she said. She turned serious. “Will?”
“Yes?”
“I’m glad it was you who caught me.”
“Well, I’m kinda glad
too, seein’ as how it turned out. You’re one of a kind, Alexa Marx.” He ran a hand along her body, gently brushing away some of the wax. “I knew if they let you in here you had to have somethin’ special inside you. I just had to figure out what it was, and how to bring it out.”
“Oh, come on,” Alexa laughed, a bit nervously. “You’ve done this before. You knew what you were doing.”
“Yeah, I’ve done it before, but every woman’s special,” Will said. “Strip her down to a female; she doesn’t get any less special. I can see you feel like talkin’ right now, but I’m more in a mood to fuck you than talk to you. So open up, female.”
Alexa opened her mouth and let him stuff a bit gag into it. It was hard black rubber and he pushed it back as far as he could before he buckled it tightly in place. Her master went to stand between her parted legs and began stoking the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She closed her eyes, the better to lose herself in the sensation. She felt his fingers slide up and get a grip on her hips.
“I wish we had more time, Alexa Marx,” he said, and then he rammed his cock into her. He fucked her hard and fast, driving a breathy grunt out of her with each thrust, making her shackled body quiver with each impact. She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t have said anything intelligible anyway, not with the bit gag holding her mouth open, but this was no time for words. She kept her eyes shut and wallowed in the sensations as her master used her helpless body for his pleasure. She wished that they had more time too. She wanted almost desperately to extend her stay in Gordburg, but she had to get back to her business and her clients. Her master probably had to do the same, though he hadn’t said anything along those lines. She drove away those thoughts and concentrated on the here and now. She could feel her own orgasm building slowly and hoped that her master could hold out long enough for her to come. But she could endure it if he didn’t. She knew that he would take care of her needs, especially when she couldn’t do it for herself. There was nothing to worry about. She was safe in his hands. There was nothing she could do anyway. She surrendered.
Chapter Fourteen
“Need any help with that?” Alexa looked up at the floatplane pilot and smiled.
“No, thanks,” she replied. “I’ve got it.” Standing on one of the plane’s floats, she tossed her duffel bag onto the dock. She thought about doing the same with her small overnight bag, and decided against it. It might skitter off of the dock and land in the water. Sykes was keeping the plane close enough to the dock so that she should be able to make the short jump from the plane while she was still carrying it. She didn’t know how much skill went into holding the plane more or less steady against the wind and current, but how easy Sykes made it look properly impressed her. She shut the cabin door, gathered herself, and made the leap safely. She turned and waved to the pilot. He nodded, smiled, and started taxiing downwind. The single engine began to roar as he powered up for takeoff. Alexa watched until the plane soared into the air, flew off, and disappeared around a tree-clad ridge.
With the plane gone, it was very quiet. She hefted her duffel bag and started up the long, irregular flight of wooden stairs to the only building she could see, a large, sturdy log cabin at the top of the low bluff. When she got to it, she knocked on the door, but there was no answer. She stacked her luggage against the wall next to the door and looked around. Now it seemed even quieter. Well, if Will was anywhere nearby, he would have heard Sykes’ plane, so he was probably on his way here.
She looked at the cabin. It might be made of logs, but she could see that a lot of care and skill had gone into building it. She was tempted to try the door. It was probably unlocked, since, as Sykes had told her, there were no neighbors within ten miles of this place. She decided not to. She didn’t know how Will might feel about her just going into his house and making herself at home. He might not mind it at all, but all of the instincts she’d picked up from living in cities or close-packed suburbs told her not to do it. Anyway, she hadn’t seen him since her time at Gordburg had ended, and that was six months ago. She had no doubt that he’d remember her. What she wasn’t sure of was how he’d feel about seeing her again. For that matter, she wasn’t sure how she’d feel about seeing him again, especially outside of Gordburg. But she had to find out.
Tall pine trees grew thickly up to within twenty or twenty-five feet of the cabin. Where there were no trees, the ground was loose and sandy, bare even of grass. It almost reminded her of the main street of the old part of Gordburg. She could see some trails that led into the surrounding forest. Will might be along any one of them, sooner or later. She tipped over her duffel bag so that she could sit down on it and settled in to wait.
Her heart gave a tiny leap when she saw him emerge from the woods along one of the trails. He was wearing faded jeans and work boots, but he’d taken off his shirt, which was thrown over the same shoulder as the axe he carried. He looked a little sweaty and a little dirty, and he smiled when he saw her. He came over to her.
“I heard Sykes’ plane,” he said. “Came back to see what was up. Wasn’t expectin’ to see you so soon. How are you, Alexa Marx?” he asked. He wiped a hand on his jeans and held it out to her. She’d been hoping for a bit more than a handshake, but it was a start.
“I’m doing fine, Will,” she replied as she shook his hand. “So you got my reservation?”
“Sure did,” he nodded. “But you’re here a week early. The others won’t be here ‘til next Friday.” The way he looked at her, as if he knew that she knew she was early, and that he also knew why, made her feel oddly shy and girlish. She let go of his hand and just stood there for a moment. Will leaned the axe against the side of the cabin next to her duffel bag and started wiping the worst of the sweat and dirt off with his shirt. Hard muscles bunched and flowed under his tanned hide. Alexa felt her heart do another little jig as she watched him.
“So what brings you here so early?” he asked with a grin.
Distracted, Alexa was caught off guard. “I want to go back,” she blurted.
“Seems kinda strange, seein’ as how you just got here.” Will was still grinning.
“I mean, I want to go back to Gordburg,” Alexa said hastily.
“Is that some sort of invitation?” Will kept wiping.
“No. Yes. Dammit, Will, would you just put your shirt back on? You got the last of the sweat off you a while back.”
He laughed and slung the shirt over his shoulder. “So is it an invitation or not?” he asked.
“Can I explain?”
“I sure hope so,” Will replied.
“Okay. I want to go back to Gordburg.”
“I already got that. Why?”
Alexa took a deep breath. “You know how you told me I beat the unofficial record?”
“Well, yeah. I actually helped make sure that you would,” Will nodded.
“I thought so,” Alexa was able to grin back at him. “And thanks. But it’s like having an asterisk in my record, you know?”
“Yeah. I think I do. You want to beat Elf-Girl’s official record?”
“Yes!” Alexa said.
“Okay. Why?”
“So I don’t have that asterisk.”
“You do know that that asterisk is all in your mind,” Will pointed out.
“I know,” Alexa admitted. “But it gives me something to shoot for.”
“And it also gives you an excuse to go back to Gordburg, which you really don’t need,” Will said. “Now that you’ve already been there, you can go back most any time you want, and no one cares why.”
“I still need the excuse for myself,” Alexa said quietly.
“Okay,” Will nodded. “That, I understand. But it still leaves two questions in my mind. First, why did you sign up for a wilderness-training weekend here? You got around pretty good in the woods all by yourself.”
“I want to know more,” Alexa answered. “I want to find out how little I can get along with. I want you to teach me whatever tricks you kn
ow.”
“Okay. But why are you here so early?”
“You know damned well why!” Alexa felt her face reddening.
“Ah. More training, right?”
For a moment she wanted to wipe that smug smile off of his face, but he had it exactly right. “I missed you,” she said simply.
“So you just came for a visit and don’t want the extra training?”
“Do you want me to beg?” Alexa demanded. “Is that what you want?”
“I kinda liked it when you did it before,” Will chuckled, “back in Gordburg. You got to soundin’ so desperate, but it ain’t right for me to keep teasin’ you like this. We both know what you’re here for, and I gotta tell you I feel flattered.” He went past her, opened the cabin door and stood aside for her, holding the door.
“Bring your stuff inside, Alexa,” he said. “We’ll have a chat.”
Alexa picked up her duffel bag in one hand and the overnight bag in the other. She gave Will a quick, nervous smile as she edged past him.
“I let my hair grow out,” she said as she stepped through the doorway and into what looked like a small foyer. She could see a kitchen to the right and a living room to the left.
“So I see. You didn’t let it grow out all that much, though.”
“Think it’s long enough for you to get a grip on it now?” she teased.
She heard the door shut behind her, and then Will grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. She stopped dead in her tracks, feeling suddenly weak and dizzy. The bags fell from her hands.
“Seems to be,” Will said softly. He pulled slowly but inexorably downwards. Alexa sank onto her knees and looked up at him as he bent over her, her mouth open, her breath coming fast and shallow. Will’s smile was soft, but his eyes had a hard glint to them that she knew well. “You did this for me?” he asked. “Got to thank you, Alexa. Feels real nice. Real nice.”
All she could do was gape at him, her eyes wide. It felt so far beyond ‘nice’ that she couldn’t think of the right word for it. Maybe it was just because Will was the man pulling her hair, but from the instant he’d done it she felt utterly submissive and incredibly ready for whatever he had in mind. She kept perfectly still, except for the wild beating of her heart and the rapid heaving of her chest as Will squatted down alongside, still holding her tightly by her hair, and began unbuttoning her shirt with his free hand. He took his time, driving her arousal higher each time he loosened another button. When he got to the waistband of her jeans, he didn’t bother to try to pull her shirt out. Instead he peeled the garment down off of first one shoulder, then the other. He did the same with her bra straps before he unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it down. Alexa moaned feebly as he bared her breasts. She couldn’t see what he was doing because he still had her head pulled back so that she was looking up at the beams and rafters of the cabin roof. She moaned again as he fondled her.