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feel the please sitting heavy on the tip of my tongue, he sunk his teeth into my shoulder, pleasure and pain twisting into a sinful dance inside of me.
“Oh god!” The exclamation was loud, loud enough to startle some birds from the trees, their flapping wings dotting against the bright blue sky as my eyes snapped open. Jay’s fingers tightened against my breasts, nails a sharp counterpoint as he squeezed hard enough to take my breath away.
I never would have thought of myself as the type of girl to like it rough, but Jay was proving me wrong. Very wrong. I lifted my head up off the blanket, watching him with dark eyes. Jay knew exactly what he was doing to me. I could see it in the smug look written all across his face.
“Take your shirt off.” It wasn’t a request. I groaned at the loss of his hands against my breasts and his lips against my neck, and found myself struggling to sit up, to try and get my shirt off as fast as possible. I wanted him touching me again, as quickly as possible.
In the moment my vision was obscured by the faded black of my t-shirt, Jay moved away from me and over to the UTV. I wondered briefly, deliciously, if he had a camera. Would I recognize the woman on the screen, if he were to record right now? This wanton sex kitten who was begging with her eyes?
But it was no camera that Jay grabbed. It was the coarse bundle of thick rope, which he had wrapped around his hands as he walked back over to the blanket, eyes dark and filled with purpose.
“Sit up on your knees.”
Swallowing around the nervous lump in my throat, I did as Jay commanded. There was something freeing in him giving orders. It felt like it was cutting away all the nervous thoughts and what ifs that seemed to fill my mind most of the time.
“Hands behind your back.”
Obliging, I put my wrists together behind my back. The rope was rough against my skin, scratchy where Jay looped it around, pulling it into a knot that fit snugly against my wrists.
“Try and get out of it.” I could feel my heart pounding so hard that it almost hurt. I gave a delicate tug of my wrists, and was rewarded with a sharp slap on my ass that made me cry out.
“I said, try and get out of it.” Jay’s voice wasn’t much more than a growl. Panting now, I pulled and shook and yanked against my bonds, but they didn’t give an inch. If anything, it felt like they tightened.
“Good girl.”
Jay purred the words against my ear, his big hand reaching down to palm and knead at my ass where he had just slapped it. The skin still stung, but being handled so roughly was going straight to my pussy, making me wetter by the minute. I leaned back against him, letting my head rest against Jay’s shoulder. He reached around, grabbing my breasts through the fabric of my bra.
“Now you’re gonna do everything I say. Everything. And if you don’t…” His hand moved suddenly, slapping down hard against my breast. Pain and pleasure shot through me as I cried out. “You understand me?”
“Yes.” The word slipped from my lips, unbidden. I wanted to please him. I wanted to feel good. Already, I could feel my worries and fears slipping away. The world had narrowed down to this moment, to the sunshine against my bare skin and the smell of the grass in my nose. All that mattered was Jay, and doing exactly as he asked.
In reward for my newfound obedience, Jay tugged down the fabric of my bra, leaving the underwire in place so that my tits sat up nice and perky but were still naked to the summer breeze.
“Good girl. But next time I ask, you better tell me ‘yes sir,’ do you hear me?”
I nodded eagerly, tacking on a breathy ‘yes sir’ just so that he knew I was listening. Jay took my nipples in between his fingers, twisting and rolling them. I let my eyes close and rested my head back against his shoulder. I almost didn’t want to see what he was going to do next. I
“Oh god!” The exclamation was loud, loud enough to startle some birds from the trees, their flapping wings dotting against the bright blue sky as my eyes snapped open. Jay’s fingers tightened against my breasts, nails a sharp counterpoint as he squeezed hard enough to take my breath away.
I never would have thought of myself as the type of girl to like it rough, but Jay was proving me wrong. Very wrong. I lifted my head up off the blanket, watching him with dark eyes. Jay knew exactly what he was doing to me. I could see it in the smug look written all across his face.
“Take your shirt off.” It wasn’t a request. I groaned at the loss of his hands against my breasts and his lips against my neck, and found myself struggling to sit up, to try and get my shirt off as fast as possible. I wanted him touching me again, as quickly as possible.
In the moment my vision was obscured by the faded black of my t-shirt, Jay moved away from me and over to the UTV. I wondered briefly, deliciously, if he had a camera. Would I recognize the woman on the screen, if he were to record right now? This wanton sex kitten who was begging with her eyes?
But it was no camera that Jay grabbed. It was the coarse bundle of thick rope, which he had wrapped around his hands as he walked back over to the blanket, eyes dark and filled with purpose.
“Sit up on your knees.”
Swallowing around the nervous lump in my throat, I did as Jay commanded. There was something freeing in him giving orders. It felt like it was cutting away all the nervous thoughts and what ifs that seemed to fill my mind most of the time.
“Hands behind your back.”
Obliging, I put my wrists together behind my back. The rope was rough against my skin, scratchy where Jay looped it around, pulling it into a knot that fit snugly against my wrists.
“Try and get out of it.” I could feel my heart pounding so hard that it almost hurt. I gave a delicate tug of my wrists, and was rewarded with a sharp slap on my ass that made me cry out.
“I said, try and get out of it.” Jay’s voice wasn’t much more than a growl. Panting now, I pulled and shook and yanked against my bonds, but they didn’t give an inch. If anything, it felt like they tightened.
“Good girl.”
Jay purred the words against my ear, his big hand reaching down to palm and knead at my ass where he had just slapped it. The skin still stung, but being handled so roughly was going straight to my pussy, making me wetter by the minute. I leaned back against him, letting my head rest against Jay’s shoulder. He reached around, grabbing my breasts through the fabric of my bra.
“Now you’re gonna do everything I say. Everything. And if you don’t…” His hand moved suddenly, slapping down hard against my breast. Pain and pleasure shot through me as I cried out. “You understand me?”
“Yes.” The word slipped from my lips, unbidden. I wanted to please him. I wanted to feel good. Already, I could feel my worries and fears slipping away. The world had narrowed down to this moment, to the sunshine against my bare skin and the smell of the grass in my nose. All that mattered was Jay, and doing exactly as he asked.
In reward for my newfound obedience, Jay tugged down the fabric of my bra, leaving the underwire in place so that my tits sat up nice and perky but were still naked to the summer breeze.
“Good girl. But next time I ask, you better tell me ‘yes sir,’ do you hear me?”
I nodded eagerly, tacking on a breathy ‘yes sir’ just so that he knew I was listening. Jay took my nipples in between his fingers, twisting and rolling them. I let my eyes close and rested my head back against his shoulder. I almost didn’t want to see what he was going to do next. I
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