On Her Trail (Deep Desires)
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“Let’s eat.”
She nodded and stood up where she was, streams of water running down her body as she crossed her arms and covered her breasts. She walked to him in slow motion, legs fighting against the flowing current.
Each step revealed more of her flesh. His cock turned to steel as the river fell lower and lower, slowly exposing her cunt. Her arms remained firmly around her chest, and her gaze stayed confidently fixed on his face.
He jammed his fists into his pockets, trying to hide his raging hard-on, and watched her leave the water, slip on her shorts and T-shirt, and walk up the embankment with her boots in her hands. Without saying a goddamn word.
Was she pissed? Was she flirting with him? Inviting him to touch her? He didn’t fucking know. He did know that he wanted to grab her wrist, yank her back to him, and throw her over that rock and fuck her until her screams filled the river valley, echoing along the water for the rest of the park to hear. Maybe later. Definitely later.
He followed her back to the clearing and watched her rummage around in her pack, pulling out something wrapped in white paper. She opened the package and took a gruff bite from a stick of jerky. She still hadn’t said a single word to him. Still. And he couldn’t fucking read her. Beards and clowns and Ginny.
“You know,” he said, tearing his mind away from the image of her on the riverbank, “if you have food in there, hanging it halfway up a tree isn’t going to keep it safe from bears. And you really should tie it up properly, because I don’t want to have to deal with bears.”
She turned around, put the meat back in her pack, and returned holding a hank of thick, red nylon rope. Her eyes flashed before she tossed one end over a limb a few feet above her head. “Maybe you can show me how to tie it up properly.”
“That branch is too low for your bag,” he growled.
She stood in front of him, an end of the rope in each hand, arms outstretched in an offering. Her shirt clung to her wet skin, leaving almost nothing to his imagination, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips.
“Maybe you should tie something else up, then.”
CHAPTER FIVE
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GINNY
She held her breath. He hadn’t made a move for her by the water. She was sure he’d grab her, take her, fuck her if he saw her naked. That voice. His commands. She thought she could get to him. She’d known men like him before. Been with men like him before. Maybe she’d read him all wrong.
The seconds stretched on and on while he stared at her and the rope.
His pack fell to the ground, and she stepped forward, hands shaking with anticipation.
He pulled the rope from her hands, letting it drop to the ground, and pushed her against the massive tree trunk. He held her hips in place, fingers slipping under the top of her shorts as he lowered his face to hers.
“Why do you trust me?” The setting sun cast a shadow over his entire face, and his eyes seemed almost black.
His voice stole all the air from her lungs. Or maybe it was the fire burning inside her consuming all of her oxygen.
His grip tightened. “Answer me.”
“I can’t. I don’t have a reason.” Her eyes dropped to the ground.
“So you just wander the woods asking men to tie you up and fuck you?”
His hands left her waist and traveled under her shirt to her stomach, fingers spreading across her skin, sending shivers up her spine. Each of his movements was slow, almost threatening. She was on edge and wet as fuck.
“No,” she answered quietly. “Only you.”
“Louder.”
His palms were on her breasts, fingertips digging into her soft curves. His grip grew tighter and tighter and tighter. She held her breath in anticipation as his nails dug into her and pinching pains shot across her chest.
“Only you,” she gasped.
“Arms up.”
He dragged her shirt over her head.
“Hands.”
She held out her wrists as Eli bent down and picked up her rope, jerking it off the tree limb. He meticulously folded it in half and wound it around her wrist, slipping the ends under his loops. He held her wrist, pulling the knot against her palm.
“Hold that,” he said before turning around to his pack and pulling out another rope, repeating the process.
“You shouldn’t trust any fucking dumbass to tie you up,” he growled, throwing the end of one of the ropes back over the limb. “You can cause nerve damage in your wrists.” He tossed the other rope. “Dislocate a goddamn shoulder.” He pulled each end, gathering up the slack. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she answered, her chest tightening as her arms rose into the air.
“Who can you trust?” His voice vibrated through her. Her cunt ached. Her nipples pebbled in the cooling evening air.
“Only you.”
Just the balls of her feet touched the ground, and her hands closed around the loose knots holding her wrists.
His fingers caught around the edge of her shorts and dragged them down her legs.
“Who can do anything he wants with your pretty little cunt?”
“Only you,” she breathed as he knelt in front of her and slipped her leg over his shoulder.
CHAPTER SIX
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ELI
What he wanted to do was teach her a fucking lesson, asking a goddamn stranger to tie her up. If she were his, he’d be beating her fucking pussy with his hand, not his tongue. She’d fucking think twice about trusting a strange man in the woods.
He spread her open with his thumbs, opening her sweet pink lips, putting her on display for him. Sweet. There was nothing sweet about this woman who begged to be fucked. To be at his mercy.
He dragged his tongue over her pussy, dipping into her, covering his mouth in her cream. Again and again he licked her slit and circled her clit, growing more vicious and more demanding with his movements, keeping pace with Ginny’s sighs, giving her more.
His cock pressed against his pants. Throbbing and aching. He’d had a fucking hard-on since he first glimpsed her ass. He needed some fucking relief. He needed to fuck her. But he needed to make her come first.
Reaching a hand up, he closed his fingers around her nipple, pinching the peak roughly. A low moan flowed from her mouth, and she arched her back, grinding her hips against his face.
He smiled. His sweet, pretty, little Ginny liked that.
He pinched her nipple again, digging his nails into her flesh as he closed his teeth around her clit and flicked his tongue against the peak. Relentlessly.
She bucked above him, inhuman sounds of pleasure cascading from her lips, peppered with his name and a dozen curses.
When her cries became desperate, primal, he released her, lightly sucking her clit before turning his attention to the rest of her pussy, showering her cunt and breasts with the gentlest caresses until her gasping pants slowly returned to normal.
Once she’d quieted, he traced slow circles around her nipple, her skin pebbling under his touch. His nail scraped her skin, a warning of what was to come.
He mirrored the same actions on her cunt, dragging his teeth over her sore little bud. Again and again.
He continued his torment for seconds that seemed to stretch on forever as her heel dug into his back and her breathing grew irregular and ragged. He loved hearing her fall apart. Her disjointed breathing fell into a steady rhythm. She was saying his name over and over and over.
He snapped his fingers around her nipple and trapped her clit between his teeth with no fucking regard to building anticipation, escalating the pressure. She was going to fucking come. Now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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GINNY
A scream ripped from her mouth.
Every nerve ending in her body was on fire.
A dull, steady ache had been rippling down her arm and through her shoulders, settling in the pool of warmth brewing at her very core. Her orgas
m crashed through her the instant Eli tore into her. She was drowning in pain, and that was the very fucking origin point of her mind-numbing orgasm.
His teeth were still closed around her clit, and his jaw pulsed along with his fingers. He refused to give her any fucking relief.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
Her back arched, shoulder blades scraping against the jagged ridges of the tree’s bark.
Was she still screaming? She couldn’t even hear herself—she was so far away from here. From now.
Explosions of white stars compromised her vision. They jumped around her even when she closed her eyes as another orgasm raced through her.
The pain subsided, slowly ebbing away, dragged out with the tide of her climax, each wave weaker than the next.
He rose to his feet in front of her, and she let her body sag in the ropes, her head falling forward.
“Ginny,” Eli whispered in her ear as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. “Do you need me to untie you?”
His lips skated over her lobe and down her neck, roughly nipping at her exposed skin, waking her up.
She moaned, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. “I want to stay here until you’re done with me.” And she meant it. Strung up, at his mercy, was the only place she wanted to be.
“Good,” he growled as he unzipped his jeans and sunk his cock into her, pinning her against the tree.
Searing pain spread through her cunt as he stretched her, filling her completely. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, muffling the scream that gathered in her throat as he retreated and powered into her again.
Her back scraped against the ragged bark with each and every thrust. Thousands, millions, billions of tingling pinpricks spread over her skin, and a steady buzz hummed through her, silenced only when Eli crashed into her, pressing her bare back against the tree.
He buried himself inside her, grinding against her clit over and over until she could no longer muffle her screams. Her moans echoed through the woods, rising each time he slammed into her.
She felt an orgasm boiling inside of her, creeping through her. She couldn’t survive another one. She wasn’t ready.
She tried calling out, tried to tell him she was going to come. She wanted to tell him he’d destroyed her, torn her apart; how could anyone else ever match up. She wanted to whisper in his ear that she was his. Only his. For now. Forever. For as long as they’d have each other.
But he was relentless, driving into her again and again. Her mouth opened but never formed words. Only primal moans tumbled from her lips as he fucked her through another orgasm. Her mind emptied entirely, and all that was left was him, his name.
She whispered it to him until her lips went numb, and she had no more air left in her lungs.
He thrust into her one last time, filling her with his cock and his cum, answering her desperate, incoherent cries with his own. Her name seemed to slip from his lips and vibrated deep in his chest.
He freed her from her bonds and leaned against the tree, cradling her in his arms, whispering to her.
She was his. Only his.
They stayed there in silence for a long time. Breathing in tandem as Eli ran his fingers through her still damp hair and peppered her with the softest kisses until he finally broke the silence.
“Don’t ever make it a habit of asking strangers to tie you up. I could have been a serial killer or an inexperienced sadist. You would have been fucked. And you probably wouldn’t have liked it.”
“Will I need to ask anyone else to tie me up?” she asked, knowing full well what she wanted him to say, what he would say.
“Fuck, no.”
“All right, then,” she said, closing her eyes and setting into his chest as he continued to soothe her aches with feather-light touches.
THE END
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