Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 11563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
“How long are you going to keep me here?” Her breathing is ragged as she says the words. Her gaze bright, intense green eyes focused sharply on me now, and not the room.
“Long?” I question. Because we can’t stay at the cabin forever. This is just a means to get her submission. Bury myself into her skin like she has mine. Soon I can take her back home with me.
“When are you going to let me go?” she asks.
“You think I’ll ever let you go?”
Her breathing becomes a little faster at my words. I clip them out harsher than I mean to. The idea of letting her go does nothing to cool the beast raging inside me.
“The only way I’d let you go is to chase you through the woods. Then when I caught you, I’d rip that dress off, and slam my cock inside of you. I’m really starting to think you like being fucked on the dirty ground. Is that what you like, Rose? Because if you ask I’ll do that for you.”
I see her nipples harden through her dress at my words, proving to me once again how much she likes this. She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head no. Her denial is fine, for now. That’s why we’re here, after all, but it won’t take me long to get her to beg me.
She looks like a fucking wreck. Mud smeared all over her pink sundress, her black hair wild with that just-fucked look, and traces of dirt sprinkling her cheeks. Knowing I did that to her makes my cock just as hard as it was when I was inside of her wet cunt. I want to wash her and ruin her all over again.
I approach her like a Viking about to claim new land. “Lift the dress, I want to see it,” I growl, needing to see her. She makes no move to comply “Don’t make me do it myself, Rose. You’re just making things harder than they have to be. I don’t want to hurt you, and if you make me, it’s only going to piss me off.”
With shaking hands, she grabs the hem of her dress and slowly brings it up, showing more traces of smudged dirt on her thighs. “Higher,” I say, needing to see her pussy. When her cotton panties come into view, I fall to my knees in front of her to get a better look.
“Please don’t do this,” she begs, and it only makes me harder.
My cum is all over her. Branding her as mine. It’s leaking down her thighs, and there is a wet spot on her panties from it. I know all of that can’t be me. It’s hers too. I can’t stop myself from leaning in and burying my face in it. I take deep breaths, smelling my Rose and me together.
“God, we smell perfect together. Just like I knew we would. I love you so much, my Rose,” I say before burying my face against her again. Reaching up, I grab her panties, and slide them down her legs. “Step out, baby,” I say, and she does as I ask, this time without putting up a fight. She’s learning.
“Please,” she says in a shaky voice, but I ignore her.
I get up and go to the door. Next to it there’s a nail sticking out and I hang the underwear there. I’ll keep them, and it’ll be a reminder of this night. I hope the smell never fades from them, but I could always make her put them back on and do it all over again. When I turn back to her I see her eyeing the door. I have no intentions of locking it. She can run if she likes; she’ll learn fast there is no escaping me.
But if she does want to run for it, I want to clean her up first, so I wreck her all over again.
“Time to clean you up,” I inform her before grabbing her by the wrist, dragging her into the small bathroom.
She starts to pull away from me, when she sees where we are headed. “Stop, please don’t do this. Please just let me go. I swear I won’t tell anyone.”
I smile at her and lean in close. “You’ll do as I say, or this will get painful.” Locking eyes with her, I can see she is terrified of the idea of pain. After another moment of hesitation, I reach out and touch her face. “I don’t want to hurt you, my Rose. Just do as I say and this will go so easy.”
She drops her head in defeat, and gives a small nod.
“Good girl,” I say and pull her towards the bathroom again.
I turn on the shower, and step back to let the water get warm. I pull her sundress over her head, leaving her completely naked for me. Quickly I remove my own clothes and pull her into the shower with me.
“You just stand there, love, I’ll take care of you. I’ll always give you what you need.” Kissing her on the nose, I grab the soap and start to lather her up, massaging her as I go. I cover every part of her, and nothing goes untouched. Next I do her hair. Working the shampoo in and rinsing it out for her. I feel the water start to get cold and, not wanting her to get chilled, I maneuver so the water is only hitting me. I wash myself off quickly before pulling her out and wrapping a towel around her, then drying myself.
She is utterly silent. I know she’s mixed with fear and embarrassment because she came so easily for me. Her mind says one thing, but her body says another. I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d always give her what she needed, and what she needs is me. Because no matter what she says, she liked being fucked in the ditch like a little whore. My little whore.
“Sit on the bed,” I tell her in a voice that isn’t to be disobeyed. Grabbing a brush, I make my way over to her, brushing out her silky black hair until all the tangles are gone. She closes her eyes, leans her head back, and enjoys the brush strokes, just like she did when I bathed her.