Mindgasm - A Bad Boy Romance With A Twist (Mind Games Book 3)

by Gabi Moore

  “Ok.”

  “And I don’t want to leave Mchinji.”

  “Ok.”

  “And I want to travel more. A lot more. I want to go places and do things.”

  “Good.”

  “And I want you to tie me up again.”

  Silence. His muscles cracked slightly as he crouched down to his haunches, took my chin in his hands and forced me to look at him. I was blushing ferociously, hot all over and 100% jelly and butterflies on the inside. But it was all true. I had started speaking the truth and I didn’t want to stop.

  “Sit on the bed Penny. I’m going outside. When I come back, you’re going to do exactly as I say” he breathed, saying the words slowly and sensuously, giving them each ample time on his tongue.

  “While we’re in this cabin, you do everything I tell you. You will trust me, implicitly. You’ll do everything. Do you understand?”

  I exhaled one long, jagged breath.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter 14 - Viktor

  I needed to get out of there. To clear my head. The entire cabin was buzzing, almost literally crackling with her scent. Something was different about her today. She was juicier somehow. Plucky and a little arrogant and yes, somehow some of her glossy little-miss-perfect shine had come off her, and god was she beautiful underneath. Fucking beautiful.

  The more undone she came, the hotter she seemed. And now I was outside the cabin, my cabin, in the bright, fresh light of day, at a crossroads and wondering what in God’s name I was doing. The girl had a fiancé for fuck’s sake. Mama Tembi would skin me alive if she knew.

  How was this really going to play out anyway? Like every other predictable female, she’d soon realize that oh, sure, the guy who lives in a log cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere? He’s actually a wild guy who lives in a log cabin in the woods. He’s never going to give you that church wedding and holiday villa by the sea. The guy you thought was so exotic and sexy and different? Well, yeah, he’s different. That’s kind of the point.

  It’s always the same. They come with that same desperate fucking hunger in their eyes, and they want you, but man, they don’t just want your cock (even though, Jesus, they really want it), they want your spirit. They eat it up. They see you free and bold and alive and they just want to take it from you. They want it all for themselves. Starved little girls who grow up to be starved women who suck the life from anything they can. They can fuck. Of course. But it’s just like a little spa trip for them: the full noble savage package, a thrilling weekend away with a well-hung forest guy who makes you feel like the woman you are and then what? Then she fucking leaves. Because of course she does.

  And now I didn’t know what to think anymore. Penny was different. But was she?

  Everything was going to plan. She was sticking it to the man/daddy/Jesus and I wasn’t going to stop her. Hell, let them send all their uptight little church girls my way. But there was something else. Something else under my damn skin.

  Fuck it.

  I grabbed the leather strip from the mango tree, filled my lungs with crisp forest air and stepped back into the cabin.

  She was sitting folded, hugging her knees, on my mattress.

  “Stand up,” I said.

  I was angry with her. Angry for coming here. She didn’t fucking belong. She stood up.

  “Take your clothes off.”

  She did it with all the finesse of a convent girl in a communal change room. She had worn a cheap cotton shirt with tiny toucans printed on it, and little jean shorts. She folded these in half and placed them gently at the foot of my bed. She left her silver cross necklace on. When you rip out a stem of fresh kikuyu grass, the very base of it is bright sapling green and completely pliant and sweet. Her body reminded me of this.

  She was supple, young. She stooped slightly, but her frame was lissome enough that it looked graceful. Her breasts were modest and puffy. Her thighs huddled against each other above the knee but parted ways again, just a little, leaving a slight triangle opening beneath her beautiful cunt. The hair was lighter there. I had never seen blonde pubic hair in my life. Like the pussy of an angel. I smiled.

  “Your arms …put them behind you,” I said, and she obediently extended them for me, like I was about to cuff her. Once the knots were done, I pulled on them hard to test, and she wobbled a little on her feet. Where my fingertips grazed her skin, she prickled up in goosebumps. I leaned in to look closer at these, and smell her skin…

  “Lie down on the bed.”

  It wasn’t a command, not at all. I was only speaking on her behalf. I knew she wanted to be on the bed. So I told her to go to the bed. I was there, serving her. I was the mouthpiece for her desires. Every step, I spoke out loud the things she couldn’t, and didn’t know how to say. It was she who was commanding me. Through those Bambi eyes, she was dominating me completely, and I had absolutely no control over myself.

  “Spread your legs,” I said, because it was what needed to happen. She was limber: even with her hands tied, she fell onto her back and swiftly split her legs apart, lifting them high to either side. But her face was hidden, tossed to the side and cowering behind her hair.

  “Look at me!” I barked, and she did. Instantly. She flicked the little curtain of hair aside and shot me a tender, imploring look. Her eyes were bluer and more watery than I had ever seen them. She was perfect. A little doll. A sweet little doll with perfect painted lips and eyes and tiny hands. And I was going to fuck her till she screamed.

  I dropped to my knees and placed two careful hands on either of her milky thighs. Her asshole boyfriend had never touched her here. Never touched her like this. And I was soon going to touch her in places nobody else even could. I growled approval at how my fingers seemed to send fresh goosebumps over her flesh. She was a split peach in front of me, slick, ripe and nearly bursting. I traced a finger all down the length of her slit. The effect was electric. She squirmed violently, but not in protest. Her entire body seemed to chase after my touch, like a cat snaking after a caress.

  “Now tell me what you want.”

  Her fragile ribcage rose and fell as she took a deep breath in and then released it.

  “I want you…” she started, tossing her head first this way and that way, pulling her gaze away again. “I want you to touch me… I want you to teach me…”

  She didn’t know what she wanted. She only knew that she wanted.

  I suddenly realized just how woefully inexperienced she really was. Was I the only man she had ever even seen? Had she really been living in a bubble all this time? I guess you could have a life cut off from civilization right in your own body.

  I took off my sarong and flung it aside, and she looked at me. With girlish wonder, she looked at me, and I swear to God, I had never been looked at quite like that. She didn’t look at me, but into me. For a moment, we were Adam and Eve in the garden, and I could almost believe she was about to ask me what it was.

  She didn’t writhe and moan and reach out to grab it. She didn’t play-act. She was fascinated, so she looked. I let her. I’ve always been on the larger side, but kneeling in front of her now, I felt like a giant. She didn’t know any of the “rules”. Had she ever fumbled in the back seat of a car with a boy? Ever kissed and groped in the movie theatre? Nothing? She was more than naïve; she was like a completely sexual blank slate.

  “Kiss it,” I said, giving her permission. She closed her legs and wriggled into a kneeling position in front of me, her face close, mesmerized.

  “Kiss it,” I said again, and touched bent knuckles to her cheek. She kissed it, like she was kissing the feet of a Virgin Mary statue. My head fell back and I groaned and twitched in her hands. She squealed and jumped back.

  “You can move it?” she said. I chuckled.

  “Did I say you could stop?”

  Her eyes flashed at me. She had no idea what the fuck she was doing. She kissed it again.

  “Now open your mouth, and suck it.”

 
She obeyed. Even a third of the way in, she was nearly gagging, although she certainly tried. Her jaw was tiny, but I groaned as I slipped over her velvety tongue. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to be all the way in her, for my dick to disappear down into her throat completely, to reach down into her. I gave a tiny thrust and she recoiled, choking. But then she was on me again, taking me in even deeper. Fuck, yes. I would teach her. I would teach her everything and anything, if she’d only keep sucking like that…

  “Lie back.” I clenched my fists to stop them from shaking. My head was spinning. I had fucked my fair share of women, but something about her was so strange, so different. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to fuck her brutally or wrap her in a blanket and kiss her. Or both. I wanted to protect her, but the most dangerous thing in this room was me, and I fully intended to hurt her.

  “You’ve never done this before, with a man,” I said. She shook her head. I split her legs open again and traced tiny circles at the entrance, then pressed a finger in, just an inch, and waited there. The weight of her entire body clenching around me was out of this world. I smiled at her.

  “More?”

  She nodded. For what seemed like hours, I played with her cunt this way, easing the tiniest bit in at a time, tracing rings inside her and opening her up, one breath at a time, as she eased and relaxed into me. I would say, “more?” and she would nod, and I would give her more. A dark puddle grew under her ass and she opened her legs as wide as she could. We were both in a trance; and the smaller the movement, the more it seemed to affect her.

  Eventually, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to be inside her.

  My body ached. I pulled out slick fingers and stroked my cock. Her eyes grew wide.

  “It won’t fit.”

  I grinned down at her.

  “We’ll make it fit,” I said, and leaned down to kiss her. Her lips were soft and silky and warm, her little tongue darting around in her mouth like a rabbit. The tip of my cock pressed into her navel. Maybe she was right. Maybe it wouldn’t fucking fit. Good.

  I pulled back and stroked a damp lock of her from her head, kissed her once more and then watched her, so I could see that exact moment when I penetrated her, when my body went where no man’s had been before. I pressed at that tender ring and waited, the heft of my body against hers, and she gasped.

  “No! Not yet. I’m afraid. This is all wrong, maybe I should go home…” she said, the words tumbling out. But I looked into her milky blue eyes and they looked back at me and the words trailed off. They meant nothing. I pushed in an inch, and I felt her gorgeous pussy stretch and close all around me, hot and twitching and so beautiful it was like the door to heaven itself. She yelped.

  “That hurts,” she said.

  “I know.”

  Her lower lip trembled.

  “Is it supposed to hurt so much?” she asked. I felt a pang deep inside. Like she was trying to get inside of me.

  “I’m going to make it hurt even more…” I growled, and surprised myself. While her eyes widened in panic, her body opened further to me, and she twitched around me, drenched. I rammed in another inch, but this time she swallowed hard to stop from crying out. I kissed her again and thrust in more. Then kissed her again. One inch in, one kiss. One unit of pain, one unit of apology.

  By the time I had crammed my full length into her, I could feel her melting all around me. Little ripples fluttered through her, her heat and desperation lapping in waves all along my cock. For one still, perfect moment, I looked down at her, and at the beautiful agony on her face, and something stirred in me. She was mine. I had claimed her, inside, and I would do things to her that she had never felt before.

  I drew back my hips and brought them down again roughly, my cock a slick piston that slid out easily and rammed back into her little body again, forcing a scream from her throat. I plunged again into her, and again, mercilessly. I wrapped my hands round her waist and pulled her onto me, and with each fuck she gasped out loud and shuddered, opening more and more to my body. I couldn’t get deep enough inside. I pulled her slight frame down onto my lap and drove into her with more energy, her long torso lying back onto the mattress, hands bound, hair fanned out. She didn’t resist at all. She just melted into the pain, and as I tore away at her virginity, her body dissolved around mine.

  Chapter 15 - Penelope

  I was so sore I couldn’t stand. It was amazing. I staggered to my feet, my wrists burning at the leather strip, my damp hair in knots, and for a second I felt completely raw and empty without him in me.

  “Go onto your knees. Put your ass in the air,” he barked. My whole body was ringing out with pain and pleasure. Drenched in his sweat and mine, I obeyed and turned over onto my knees. Even before he entered me again I started moaning. Head pressed into the mattress, I peered between my own knees and admired his immense, strong legs. He slid into me again. Right to the hilt of his hard, flat abdomen, he pressed that monster into me, nearly lifting me from the mattress. My knees were weak. My mouth was open but I was too overwhelmed to scream.

  And then he fucked me. Till my body sang, he fucked me. I could feel every inch of him as it sunk in deep and hard, breaking me open right at the core, pressing in wave after wave of burning pleasure. I let him. While my body crumpled and submitted, his only grew stronger and harder, dominating mine. And I let it.

  Did I think of Dylan? Fuck yes I did. I imagined his face; his dry, hateful face, and imagined him seeing me now, in all my glory. I wanted him to really see me, and see this strong, bad man and what he was doing to me, and most of all, I wanted him to see just how much I loved it. I fucking loved it.

  I wanted to sit him down and teach him a lesson for once. A good lesson: that the body is wonderful and glorious and profane and dirty. And that dirtiness can clean you. And good can be bad, and bad good, and pain is just a kind of pleasure and that most of all, he didn’t get to tell me what I thought about all of that anymore. No more.

  Something wild and unsettling was growing in my belly. A swirling, pulsing sensation that throbbed out in pulses that grew more and more intense. Something threatened to burst. Something threatened to break loose and run free.

  “What’s happening?” I cried out, and felt his strong hands at my waist.

  “You’re going to come” he said. He grabbed hold of the leather strip and yanked, pulling my body upwards. I was pinned against him, unable to get away, and now he was reaching even deeper into me than before. I started shaking.

  His other hand went to my throat and grasped me there, hard. My vision went grey and then white and then nothing. The last thread of my breath disappeared out from my throat and all that remained was the stunning, white-hot pleasure searing between my legs. I felt like he would split me in two. Then it hit. The wobbling sensation inside me swelled and finally broke. I tried to speak but had no breath. The room blacked out around me and nothing existed except his hard, merciless shaft inside me. He banged his hips once more into mine and my body quaked and shuddered.

  I came. Long and hard, all over his cock, I came. His hand loosened on my neck and all the color came back to the room, but a second, gasping wave came after me and slammed my body again. Fluid came gushing out from my body and washed over my legs and his, and I whimpered and cried out. Still twitching, he slid himself out and left me raw and open. I collapsed down on to the bed, hands still bound, wrists bleeding. My entire body was drenched.

  My eyes blinked open and I saw him kneeling above me. His large chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths. He was panting, slick with sweat, fists clenched. His tattoos seemed to have come alive, almost as though they were dancing menacingly over his tight body, black and green and dark blue.

  “Viktor, I want that special herb. The one that you said unlocks the carnal pleasures. Give it to me,” I said still crumpled down beneath him, my voice crackling.

  He smiled and slapped my ass cheek, hard enough that the sound rang out in the cabin and stung my skin.

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p; “I already did,” he said and leaned in.

  I could do nothing but laugh. He came to lay beside me and we sat in silence for a moment. A thick goo trickled from out of me.

  “What’s…?” I said.

  He looked down, lifted my leg and examined me with pride.

  “Oh no! There it goes. Don’t worry, I’ll have to put some more in for you…” he laughed, and leaned in for another kiss.

  And that’s what he did.

  Chapter 16 - Viktor

  I didn’t think there was any space in my life, for her. But she fit, somehow. Her little hands, her narrow feet, her dainty, fragile ideas …they sunk into my world like water sinks into the holes between sand grains. It’s not that she took up any room, but nevertheless, she was always there. Even when she wasn’t there, I felt her.

  Living in the forest tunes you to all the beautiful, exotic masks life puts on …but Penny was so human. There was something so arresting about the way you could watch an idea flicker across her pretty face, like wind going over a dune. Or the way her voice shivered a little and then dropped in pitch when she was unsure of herself. Or the way the hair on the back of her neck prickled then relaxed again, like the skin of a peach, but alive.

  “We don’t need gardens. What we need is more community centers. Mama Tembi’s is the perfect example. It’s just a potential space, you know? It can be what it needs to be, and nobody is interfering or forcing anything. So it can just evolve as it needs to. The resources can just go where they need to go...” she said, winding a small braid round her fingers.

  She had taken to talking about the mission a lot lately. The first crop of maize had been planted and she was proud, and itching to do something more. Something substantial.

  “The Vikings did that. Had a ‘hall’, and all the village activities went on in there. Eating. Drinking. Trials. Weddings. It was like the original town hall,” I said.