“Anything you’d like, my wicked captor.” She reached under her dress and slid her panties down past her boots.
Watching the tiny, silk panties fall to the ground nearly made me come right then. She was insatiable, and my need for her went beyond lust, beyond hunger. I’d never felt anything as intense as my desire for her.
I gazed long and hard at her. “Turn around, Baby.”
She complied. I pulled her hands together and then noticed the red mark on her frail forearm. She flinched as I touched it.
“Are you sure about this?”
“It can’t hurt nearly as bad as that bump on your head.” She looked back at me over her shoulder and bit her lip seductively. “Besides, I’m already your prisoner.”
I tied the bandana around her wrists and leaned my mouth to her ear. “You have the right to be unbelievably hot, and you have the right to come until you scream out my name, beneath this starlit sky.”
I turned her around. Her eyes closed as I lifted her onto the rock in front of me. She leaned back on her bound hands and spread her knees. My hands slid up her smooth, inner thighs. I could feel the heat long before my fingers reached her pussy.
She went to move her hands and then smiled as she remembered they were bound behind her. “But how will I be able to touch you?” she asked.
“You won’t. I’m going to touch you,” my voice was gritty with need. My hand slid up to the slick folds, and my thumb caressed her clit.
She opened her legs wider. Her head lulled back as I pushed my fingers inside of her. Long strands of hair danced in the desert breeze and the vague light from the night sky cast a silvery glow over her, making her look even more unreal. She moved over my probing fingers. “God Luke, I’m already close to coming.” Again she struggled to bring her hands forward.
“Fuck me, please. Luke, I can’t bear it. I want to take you in my hands right now.” She pulled at the bandana and cried out in frustration. “Take me, Luke, now, please,” her words were faint but filled with pleading.
I unzipped my fly and my cock sprang eagerly out. I pulled her hips closer. Her bound hands were hardly enough to support her as I slid deep inside of her. Her long legs went around my waist, and she held me tightly against her.
I braced my hands on the rocks on either side of her. We weren’t touching each other with our hands. Every sensation was centered in one place where I rocked hard and hot inside of her. As we both neared climax, I grabbed hold of her hips and held her tightly. Tiny, soft moans of pleasure rolled from her lush lips as I moved against her.
She wriggled her arms but couldn’t free them. “Luke! Oh my god, Luke!” she cried out into the endless night sky as her slick pussy tightened around me. She’d barely caught her breath as I came to the front edge of ecstasy. I slid out quickly, and my hot seed ran along her thigh as I pressed my cock against her.
She covered my mouth with her luscious lips. “God, you make me so horny. I can’t stop thinking about you, hard and inside of me.” She laughed. “Again?”
I scrubbed my hair with my fingers. “Don’t think that’s possible. Give me a few minutes.”
She took hold of my hand. “If I ever get lucky enough to fulfill my dream of becoming a doctor, I’m going to figure out something that will help get rid of that disappointing lag time.”
“You’d be a rich doctor indeed.” I climbed up on the rock next to her. She lifted her arms to remind me that her wrists were tied.
“Hmm, I kind of like this whole captive thing.”
“I have an itch,” she said pleadingly. “Please take it off.”
I sighed. “All right.” I took the bandana from her wrists.
She rubbed her nose. “My nose is devious. It always itches when my hands are busy.”
We both laid back on the smooth, cold rock. The sky was black velvet. The stars were so huddled, it seemed as if they were touching each other.
“How did you know about this place?” I asked.
“It’s on my list of ‘awesome things that make my life bearable’.”
Sometimes she spoke lightly of her highly unconventional life, as if it was more entertaining than ugly. Then there were other times when an emptiness came along with her words. This was one of those moments. I reached over and took hold of her hand.
“It’s a brief list . . .with a long name.” She smiled softly. “These rocks under the stars, my horse and my dogs, Aunt Gracie’s laugh and warm slippers in winter.”
“It’s a good list,” I said. “Was kind of hoping I might make the list, but that’s cool.”