I managed to push those thoughts to the back of my mind, though. They had no place in my life tonight, no right in flooding my conscious brain. Kage took a drink of his iced tea and smiled at me, then dragged his knife through the steak as my mind wandered. My bare knees helped with that. Indeed, it was warm outside for late March. This time of year, you never knew what you would get. One day, it would be super warm, reminding you of the promise of a scorching summer, and the next moment, the snow would be falling as you pulled your coat tighter around your frame. It was a beautiful evening, though, and Kage had asked me to wear something pretty specific, although he let me choose the actual outfit. He asked for me to wear a short skirt and a button-down blouse. I asked if he had a color preference. Nope. Just those items. Choice of shoes? Up to me. And he’d asked in that mysterious way, letting me know he still had a few tricks up his sleeve for the evening.
That was another thing—he’d asked me to drive. When I asked why, he just shrugged. At first, I’d thought he wanted to get drunk, but he wasn’t even drinking. What the hell was up?
I knew he wouldn’t tell me. He was having too much fun making me squirm.
So I ate another shrimp and asked, “You said we’re going to the lake after this?”
He nodded and asked, “How’s your food?”
I almost shook my head. I was feeling frustrated, especially since he was finding that frustration so amusing. “It’s fine.” I set my fork on the table. “Actually, I can barely taste it.”
He looked up from his plate and I could see the smile in his eyes, even though his lips didn’t show it. “Should we send it back to the kitchen?”
He was. He was playing with me. He was like a cat and I was the dumb little mouse wandering around, not even aware I was being watched. Well, I was now, and he was finding my reactions to be funny. I couldn’t play along anymore or else he would prolong the torture. “No, it’s fine.”
He raised his eyebrows and I could see a glimmer of a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. Still, he said nothing. So I too raised my right eyebrow and smiled back, but it wasn’t a toothy smile. It was knowing. I wasn’t going to say another word unless it was in response to him, and, even then, I planned to say only what I needed to. Two could play at this game.
“I just want to make sure you’re satisfied.”
“I’m fine. Are you?”
A slight shrug of his shoulders told me he was enjoying himself immensely. He took another drink of his tea and said, “I hope you know I plan to make you very satisfied later on.”
Oh…the look in his eyes, one of smoky danger, a look I knew so well, and one that got me hot quickly. I felt short of breath then, and I was once again at risk of displaying my emotions on my face again. I didn’t want him to once more have the upper hand. He had to know what he did to me, though. I didn’t see how he couldn’t. Still, the part of me that was feeling miffed and a little irritated said, “I dare you.”
His lips spread wide in a huge grin. His voice was barely more than a whisper when he said, “I’m up for the challenge.”
I licked my lips and sat back. “You better be.”
* * *
It was dark by the time we got to Lake Pueblo, and I didn’t say it, but I was thinking that it was too late for whatever it was he wanted to show me. We didn’t take any of the usual, well-traveled routes. Kage directed me farther west and I turned onto a road I’d never been down before.
We were out past the traffic and the houses, out where it was quiet and dark. There were more trees and vegetation as we got closer to the water. When he directed me to pull over and we got out, I realized we were even farther west than I’d realized. The lake wasn’t much of a lake anymore. Instead, it was hard to tell where the Arkansas River ended and where Lake Pueblo began. I could hear the motor of a boat off in the distance, but the shoreline was deserted. It was just me, Kage, and the great outdoors.
There was a slight breeze in the air, and I could sense the chill off the water nearby, but it was warm. Once we were out of the car, Kage grabbed my hand and we walked toward the water. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“I love water. It’s not the most beautiful lake in Colorado, not by a long shot, but it’s close…and it’s ours.”
I tilted my head. “What do you think is the most beautiful lake in Colorado?”
“Hmm.” He was quiet for a few moments. “The first set of foster parents I had as a kid, they used to go camping a lot. I got to see a lot of lakes as a kid.” He pondered for a moment. “I like the lake at San Isabel and Comanche Lake, too…but Blue Mesa’s probably my favorite.”
“I’ve been to Blue Mesa, but I’ve never seen those other two.”
He took a deep breath and then cupped my cheeks in his hands. “I’ll have to take you to both of them someday. They really are incredible.” He kissed me. “What about you? Do you have a favorite?”
I thought back to my youth. I too had had camping experiences with my grandparents…and one lake—or, more accurately, set of lakes—was emblazoned in my memory. I remembered it as the bluest water I’d ever seen. “Twin Lakes.”
He shook his head. “I’ve never been there. I’ve seen pictures. Where is it exactly?”
“It’s at the base of Independence Pass, past Buena Vista. I think I remember my grandpa saying it’s close to Mount Elbert.”
“Then I know I’ve never been there before. We’ll have to go there together someday.”
I smiled. I’d enjoyed camping as a kid, but I doubted I would like camping as an adult. With Kage, though, everything was possible. I couldn’t imagine hating any experience as long as he was by my side. “Yeah.”
“I’d love to live by a lake someday. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Kage was quiet for a few moments. “I’d like to live by water—maybe the ocean. A river or a creek. Not a lake.”
After his obvious adoration of lakes, I was a little bemused by that statement. “Why?”
He was quiet again, but when he finally spoke, he said, “I used to have a little sister. The foster parents who took me camping…they had custody of both my sister and me. Anyway, we were camping somewhere, Lake De Weese, I think. But she, uh…she got up early one morning and…I don’t remember it all. I was maybe seven or eight at the time. But I guess she went swimming. She was too little. I know the lake wasn’t big—no huge undercurrents or anything. I don’t remember the details. I just remember she was fascinated by the crawdads in the water. But somehow she died and I was taken somewhere else. Away from the only man I ever called papa.” Oh, God. That felt like a knife in my chest. Again, it was a glimpse into this man’s life that made me realize maybe mine wasn’t so bad. I squeezed his hand.
After some time, he kissed me again and he pressed his forehead against mine. I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “You ready for your surprise?”
I grinned. I hadn’t forgotten, but I had decided not to say anything else. I didn’t want to be impatient. Now, though, I could say so. “More than.” I kissed the bottom of his chin. “I thought maybe this was it.”
“Only part of it.” He led me back to the car. Then he stopped at the hood and said, “Wait here.” I smiled again. He was acting mysterious once more. I saw him take something out of the car, but I couldn’t tell what it was, and as soon as he closed the door, the dome light turned off again and I couldn’t see anything. When he returned to stand in front of me, he trailed one finger lightly down the side of my face. “Do you remember a while back when I promised to fuck you on your car?”
Suddenly, my heart beat picked up. Oh…this man, he made me so hot, so aroused already, but knowing he was going to have his way with me, right then and there (on my car?!), made me tingle all over. Why was my voice so tiny? “Yeah…” I realized my breath was shallow and my muscles felt weak, anticipating what was to come.
“Sit down,” he said. It wasn’t an order, more an offer, that if I did as
he asked, I would be rewarded. Of course, there was no hesitation on my part, and all I had to do was fall back on the hood. I would have expected it to be on the cool side, but it was warm, and I knew it was because we’d been driving not long ago. Kage got close, wrapping his arms around my waist, but only one hand touched me, and that was when I remembered he had something in his other hand. I tried not to think too much about it, but I wondered what it was.
My legs spread around him so he could get close to me, but before I could do more than cup his face in my hands and run my fingers into his hair at the temples, he asked, “Do you trust me?”
Oh…what the hell kind of question was that? Especially since I’d felt so many niggling doubts of late. Did I trust him? I couldn’t answer that question—not here, not now. Did I want to trust him? Yeah, completely and with all that I was. And so, as if want was the basis for my every decision, I answered, “Yes.” On one level, I meant it.
He started kissing my neck and I felt my muscles turn to jelly again. Trust aside, I wanted this man to do what he would with me. In that regard, I suppose, I did trust him. I had no other choice.
“Why don’t you slide on up there?”
“Up where?”
“So your back’s against the windshield.”
I sucked in a breath. Sure, that made sense. The hood of the car would be like a mattress. As my ass passed over the bulk of the engine where most of the heat was emanating from, I almost laughed. It would be the weirdest mattress I’d ever been on. Cool on the edges, hot in the middle, and hard—not unforgiving, but nothing like my bed.
He crawled up on the hood as well, almost as though in pursuit of me. The moon wasn’t full, but I could see his outline as my eyes adjusted to the dark. When his face got close to mine, I could see enough of his features so that I could kiss him on the lips. He urged me to lean back against the windshield. It wasn’t comfortable at all. The angle felt weird and the glass was cooler. Add to that, the metal where the car met the windshield jutted up and dug into my ass. I tried to ignore it but I couldn’t. “Hold on,” I muttered, part of me not wanting to move. His lips lingered at my neck, warm and intoxicating. My nipples were rock hard, desperate for his attention, but they would have to wait as I relieved another part of my body.
I eased my rear off the lip a little bit down the hood and Kage held his body up off me so I could do whatever I needed to so I could get comfortable. The problem with that move was I felt a lot less support from the windshield, and that was when I realized that there was no way this would ever be cozy…so, I thought, let’s get on with it.
I hadn’t known at the time that a little bit of discomfort distracting me could make things better. “You good?” he asked and I breathed an affirmation. He sat up some and I saw a round object in his hands. I could hear a ripping sound and that, combined with the motions, told me he had a roll of duct tape. My heart rate sped up again as I wondered what he was going to do with it. Ah…here’s where the trust came into play. I didn’t know where he was going to put it, but my body was responding. I could feel adrenaline rushing through my veins and it made me aware in ways I wouldn’t have expected. Every nerve was on alert, waiting and prepared for whatever was to come.
He balanced on his knees and, with a gentleness I hadn’t expected, he took my right wrist in his hand. He wrapped the tape around it as though it were a bracelet. Then he ripped off another piece of tape and, holding my arm to the glass of the windshield, he taped down my arm at the wrist. I felt a cool breeze pass over my cheek and then he brought his face close to mine. “Okay?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Unexpectedly very okay. My pussy clenched against itself, demanding relief, but I had a feeling I was going to have to wait a while. He brushed his lips along my neck before sitting up again, ripping another piece of tape off the roll. He applied several pieces of tape to hold my arm down. Then he said, “See if you can pull your arm out.” I struggled against the tape. I could feel it give a little, but it barely budged.
“Nothing.”
“Good. Now, your other arm.” I held out my hand to him. This time, when he took my wrist in his hands, I was expecting the sensations—the sticky feel of the tape against my skin and how it tugged at those invisible hairs, how strong his hand felt against the tiny bones in my own, how weak and helpless and completely fucking turned on I was growing as he secured my other arm to the windshield of my car out in the middle of nowhere.
Only we weren’t in the middle of nowhere. Sure, there was no one around at this moment, but we’d driven down a maintained road. It wasn’t like we’d made our own path to the westernmost part of the lake. It just happened to be an abandoned spot at this moment.
He placed the roll of tape on top of the car, above my head, and then ran his two fingers down the front of my body—from my neck, down my cleavage, to my navel and just stopping at my mound. Already, my body was racing, ready to feel him inside me, but I could tell that he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted or needed, at least not at first. And in spite of wanting to play it cool, I realized my hips were pushing my pelvis up off the car to meet his hand, giving away how desperate I already felt.
It was going to be a long night.
“Aren’t you sweet?” he asked, and I could hear the grin in his voice. He was having so much fun, and it was all at my expense. I was feeling beyond desperate, but I pressed my ass back down into the car. I already seemed too eager. He was straddling me and, from what I could tell, he was in complete control. Unlike me, he wasn’t ready to explode. He kissed me, a soft, warm kiss, his tongue unassuming and tender in its probing. I forced myself to calm down and I tried to enjoy the sensation of his hard body close to mine and hands cupping my cheeks. It wasn’t long, though, that he slid his hands down my neck to the front of my blouse, and I could feel his fingers on the top button. I took a deep breath, once again too excited for what was to come. Not being able to run my fingers through his hair or drag my nails down his back made it that much harder to maintain myself.
He was kissing my neck then as his fingers tortured me, unbuttoning my blouse one slow button at a time. I could hear the way I was breathing—panting was more like it. I was sure my breasts were heaving, frantic and needy, but it was like he didn’t care. In fact, I was sure that the worse I wanted him, the longer he was going to make me wait. Every single damn muscle in my body was tight, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it.
I tried moving my legs, thinking maybe I could pull one out from under him, through his legs, and then I would be able to wrap one or both around him. Rubbing against him would feel fantastic and might allow me a little relief, but the problem was my legs were pressed tightly together between his own, and he wasn’t letting me budge.
Maybe as he slid down my body…
For now, though, he was making things hot higher up my frame. He had three buttons undone and he touched the top of my cleavage with a soft feather kiss. As he undid the next button, he began to pelt me with those kisses all along the edges of my bra. I could feel my pussy dripping by that point, and I doubted I could make it much longer.
He was still determined to take his time. When he had the last button undone, he kissed down my belly to my navel, and I could hear how shallow my breathing had become. He slid his hands underneath me and up to my bra. I arched my back so his finger could unfasten it and I couldn’t help the slow moan that crawled out of my throat as he traced the bottom of it on both sides with his index fingers until he was topside again. He lifted the bra up and over my breasts, but the bra was anchored to me, thanks to the duct tape that held my arms down. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to one of my nipples and I cried out. I didn’t know how much longer I could take it, but I knew he wasn’t going to speed up just because I was desperate. And I had no say in the matter. I was tied down and at his mercy…and that had been his plan from the beginning.
His mouth left my nipple and moved down my cleavage. The slight breeze was more noticeable as it cooled
my nipple where his mouth had been, and he kissed his way down my body, sucking my flesh in between his lips as he went. “Oh, Kage,” I said, afraid my voice sounded like I was begging. And I was. God, I was. I wanted to be put out of my misery…and yet I didn’t. It was amazing, the way he was playing me, and I couldn’t think of a time when I felt this incredible.
He slid down off the car and I felt his hands on my knees. They moved up from there and I groaned again, but he didn’t touch me. Instead, his fingers wrapped around the sides of my panties and drew them down. Again, he pulled them down my legs, and he moved so slowly, I ached. Every inch of that journey was pure torment. When he got them to my knees, he stopped and grabbed my left leg. He bent it and pulled the panties down and off, leaving them hanging on the other leg. Probably a good idea since it was dark out and we might have a hard time finding them later if they dropped to the ground.
The cool air reminded me that we were outside and my ears perked up. Even though my brain was focused on my pussy, it became distracted, wanting to make sure we were alone.
And, somehow, that added to the sensations I was feeling.
How had he known?
I felt his tongue trailing up the inside of my thigh, and I wondered what noise it was I was hearing until I realized it was coming from my throat, a primal growl, my id tired of waiting, demanding satisfaction. I felt rather than heard his chuckle, the warm air from his mouth hitting my inner legs as he got closer to the place where I wanted him. He draped both my legs over his shoulders as he homed in. I felt his finger brush down my slit and I gasped, more from the thrill than from the frustration that it was but a tease, and he said, “Mmm, that’s nice.”
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