Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
I stop near a tree and untie the rope from my waist, waiting until she stands beside me before I wrap it around the tree.
“Oh, c’mon. Not this again,” she hisses as I make a knot and securely tie her to the tree. “You can’t be serious. I’ve already told you I’m not going to run. What else do you want me to do?”
I cock my head and look into her eyes. “I know you won’t.”
“Then why?” She frowns.
A smirk forms on my lips. “So you don’t try something on me.”
“Why would I do that? I told you, you were the only one who can get me out of here. I’m not going to hurt—”
I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Pleasure …”
Just that one word is enough to make her entire skin show goose bumps.
“P-pleasure?” she murmurs. “I wouldn’t—”
“You already did,” I interject.
Her lips part as I walk back to the big rock and search my bag for food while leaning against it. I grab one of the apples I brought and fish my knife from my pocket, walking toward her. She shudders in place, her eyes skittish as they flip back and forth between my face and the knife in my hand.
I tower over her, hungry, thirsty. Dissatisfied.
I hold the apple in front of her. “Hungry?”
She swallows and nods softly.
So I cut into the flesh of the apple and take off a slice, holding it up in front of her mouth. “Open up.”
She does it reluctantly, and I slide the piece inside, my finger briefly touching the soft, velvety wetness of her tongue. It hardens my cock even more.
When she takes the second bite, the slurping sound she makes is so hot I groan out loud. But as our eyes connect, both filled with unrequited longing, something snaps inside me.
I step back.
Two, no, three times until I’m back near the rock where my supplies are.
I take one bite of the apple.
One.
Just one is enough to make me hate.
Not her.
Not myself.
The food.
Because it no longer satiates me like it used to.
Because it isn’t my stomach that’s hungry … it’s my cock.
And nothing compares to the sight of a woman helplessly tied up to a tree, soft skin hiding underneath those clothes begging to be ripped off.
So much that my hand can’t stop itself from sliding down my abs, straight into my pants, where my hard-on is restless and waiting to be freed from its constraints.
Now I know what true freedom feels like.
What the forbidden fruit tastes like.
And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more from where that came from.
More … of her.
But I can’t have her.
So I’ll opt for something else.
The same thing I did when she was lying in bed, when I was still drunk on the sex we had.
I start rubbing myself … and I don’t care if she watches.
Chapter 22
April
Two bites. Two swallows.
That’s all it took for me to be completely and utterly under his spell, for me to want to give in completely and let him feed me. Let him take me.
But what’s even worse is that I saw the same thing reflected in his eyes.
The same need that now floods my body as I watch him shove his hand down his pants.
His cock already as erect as I remember from the last time I saw him naked.
The last time he … pleasured himself on me.
And now he’s opted to pleasure himself in front of me.
Oh God.
The apple drops from his hand back into the bag, and I can’t help but salivate. Not at the thought of food, but at the sight of his bulge and the obvious way he’s enjoying himself.
Is this the first time he’s ever touched himself in that way?
How did a man as ripped and commanding as him never have sex?
I don’t understand, and it’s confusing me to the point that I want to ask him questions I never should be interested in in the first place. But I am. I want to know things about this man. And I want to know what makes him so horny all the time.
Because all I can think of is that it’s me.
That he wants … me.
And that this is the reason he tied me up.
Not to hold me down but to hold himself back.
And it suddenly becomes hard for me to breathe.
But even harder is watching this same man completely unravel in front of me.
He is such a savage, such a barbarian that he doesn’t even know that you’re not supposed to touch yourself with someone watching… and make them all hot and bothered.
I swallow hard as he tugs at his pants until it drops to the ground.
And my eyes open wide at the sight of his huge hard-on.
I still can’t get used to the size of that thing.
Or to how it makes me salivate.