breathing became more labored, and she turned her head away from him. Before he needed to swat her ass in encouragement , she opened her legs as far as she could, thrust her pelvis forward, and squatted. He had to admire her balance. As far as he could tell, she managed to keep urine off her clothes. When, head still averted, she straightened, he pulled her practical panties and well-worn shorts back into place but didn’t bother with the zipper.
Holding tight to the chain, he extracted his cock and covered her urine with his. He wondered if she got the point which was that he was marking his territory.
Determined to continue the lesson, he roughly pulled her back to the truck bed and hoisted her into it via a firmer than necessary hold on her midriff. As she struggled to a sitting position, he painfully climbed in next to her. Darn it, if he hadn’t disabled the canopy’s light he’d be able to study her expression and give her a clear view of what her prison looked like. Again going by feel he refastened the neck chain to the bed wall at her back. Her arms had been behind her for longer than was good for them, but he didn’t want to take any risks until he was sure she was well-restrained.
He had to reach around a little before he found the rope attached to her one ankle, then fumbled a bit more before he located another of the metal fasteners welded to the bed’s side. He threaded the rope through it, tugged it tight, and knotted it. She still had one free leg, but it was on the side opposite of where he crouched.
After shortening the chain until she was off balance and in danger of falling backward, he pulled his knife out of his pocket and cut through the plastic ties around her wrists. He prepared himself for a battle, but she didn’t resist as he pulled her arms in front, positioned the belt so the ring was near her navel, and using another length of rope, tethered her wrists to the ring.
Rocking back on his heels, he kneaded her shoulders and upper arms. “I’m not a complete bastard. In fact by the time I’m done with you, you’re—I was going to say you’re going to worship me, but that’s getting ahead of the game. Here’s the deal. We’re going to stay here for a few hours while I get some sleep. There doesn’t appear to be anyone around for miles so I’m going to take a chance on ungagging you. One unapproved word out of you and you’ll regret it, got it?” He dug his fingers into the hollow above her collarbone.
She screamed into the gag and tried to wrench free. However, all she accomplished was to tip backward until the truck wall stopped her. He left her half sprawled as he unwound the tape by feel. Her hair stuck to it in a million places but finally he got it off.
He placed his hand over her mouth. “Remember what I said, no trying to call for help.”
Her slow nod said two things. One, he could believe her. Two, right now she hated more than feared him. Wondering why her opinion of him mattered, he stroked her lips. She shuddered but didn’t try to bite him.
“ Good response,” he told her. “If you continue to have a measure of self-control, you’ll get through this.”
“ What—what are you going to do to me?” she whispered.
“ That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“ Why? I haven’t done anything to—“
“ Why? Because you’re a lovely young thing and I make my living off women like you.”
“ No! You can’t—“
“ Yes, I can.” He slid his hands down her arms to her wrists making his point. “I have and I will. End of discussion. Like I said, I need some sleep.” He started working his fingers back up her arms. Then because every moment with a subject should be part of a greater lesson, he cupped his hands around her breasts. Even with her top and bra in the way, he felt her hard nipples.
Several things could cause a woman’s nipples to harden, fear and arousal primary around them. If arousal factored in, that reinforced what he’d
Holding tight to the chain, he extracted his cock and covered her urine with his. He wondered if she got the point which was that he was marking his territory.
Determined to continue the lesson, he roughly pulled her back to the truck bed and hoisted her into it via a firmer than necessary hold on her midriff. As she struggled to a sitting position, he painfully climbed in next to her. Darn it, if he hadn’t disabled the canopy’s light he’d be able to study her expression and give her a clear view of what her prison looked like. Again going by feel he refastened the neck chain to the bed wall at her back. Her arms had been behind her for longer than was good for them, but he didn’t want to take any risks until he was sure she was well-restrained.
He had to reach around a little before he found the rope attached to her one ankle, then fumbled a bit more before he located another of the metal fasteners welded to the bed’s side. He threaded the rope through it, tugged it tight, and knotted it. She still had one free leg, but it was on the side opposite of where he crouched.
After shortening the chain until she was off balance and in danger of falling backward, he pulled his knife out of his pocket and cut through the plastic ties around her wrists. He prepared himself for a battle, but she didn’t resist as he pulled her arms in front, positioned the belt so the ring was near her navel, and using another length of rope, tethered her wrists to the ring.
Rocking back on his heels, he kneaded her shoulders and upper arms. “I’m not a complete bastard. In fact by the time I’m done with you, you’re—I was going to say you’re going to worship me, but that’s getting ahead of the game. Here’s the deal. We’re going to stay here for a few hours while I get some sleep. There doesn’t appear to be anyone around for miles so I’m going to take a chance on ungagging you. One unapproved word out of you and you’ll regret it, got it?” He dug his fingers into the hollow above her collarbone.
She screamed into the gag and tried to wrench free. However, all she accomplished was to tip backward until the truck wall stopped her. He left her half sprawled as he unwound the tape by feel. Her hair stuck to it in a million places but finally he got it off.
He placed his hand over her mouth. “Remember what I said, no trying to call for help.”
Her slow nod said two things. One, he could believe her. Two, right now she hated more than feared him. Wondering why her opinion of him mattered, he stroked her lips. She shuddered but didn’t try to bite him.
“ Good response,” he told her. “If you continue to have a measure of self-control, you’ll get through this.”
“ What—what are you going to do to me?” she whispered.
“ That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“ Why? I haven’t done anything to—“
“ Why? Because you’re a lovely young thing and I make my living off women like you.”
“ No! You can’t—“
“ Yes, I can.” He slid his hands down her arms to her wrists making his point. “I have and I will. End of discussion. Like I said, I need some sleep.” He started working his fingers back up her arms. Then because every moment with a subject should be part of a greater lesson, he cupped his hands around her breasts. Even with her top and bra in the way, he felt her hard nipples.
Several things could cause a woman’s nipples to harden, fear and arousal primary around them. If arousal factored in, that reinforced what he’d
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