Part 11 (1/2)

When she finished, she found him studying her again with those dark, dangerously s.e.xy eyes. Eyes that made her breath catch. He was looking at her like he wanted s.e.x.

”Hand me the fur blanket,” he instructed in a cool, commanding voice that instantly made her bristle with anger. She didn't like the way he ordered her around, and truth be told she didn't want to lose the security of the blanket on her shoulders. It had kept most of her body warm and hidden from those penetrating, I-want-s.e.x-now black eyes.

He snapped his fingers. ”The blanket.”

Setting her teeth, she reluctantly whipped off the blanket and threw it at him. His eyes blazed in momentary anger, but then the tips of his mouth once again tilted upward ever so slightly. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d was amused?

However, he said nothing as he stood and laid the blanket on the stone floor near the fire.

”Come here and lie on the blanket,” he said as he grabbed more wood and settled it in a teepee over the coals.

Orange and yellow flames burst and tangled around the sticks, illuminating the cave even more. When she didn't move from where she sat, he frowned.

”I said come and lie here.”

”I'm fine right here, thanks.” She smiled, but inwardly nervousness rocked her.

Would he rape her now? Take her up against the rock wall, rough and hard...or gentle and tender? What kind of a lover would he be?

”If you wish to argue, I can easily argue. But by the way your nipples are hard as pebbles against your cloth, I believe you wish relief. Lie down on the fur and you will get relief from the chains and clamps.”

Relief. Oh baby, he didn't know half the relief she needed. All that walking and tugging and pulling on her l.a.b.i.a and nipples, not to mention the erotic rubbing on her c.l.i.t from that chain. She had to admit she was sore.

It was an odd soreness. An arousal that she liked. She wanted him to rub those sore spots and make her very happy.

”Unless you need to go first?” he asked.

Go first? Oh man. Okay, she got it. The bathroom.

Her cheeks flamed at his question. ”Um, where is the...um...ladies' room?”

He frowned in puzzlement. ”Ladies' room?” he repeated.

”Powder room, bathroom? Pee?”

”There is an area to the right, an alcove that we use.”

We? Kinley frowned. She bet he brought all his captive women here. a.s.shole!

”Just point me in the right direction and I'll go it alone.”

”I will accompany you. Stand.”

Kinley swallowed her frustration. The last thing she wanted was for the guy to watch her, but she really did need to pee. Thankfully when he led her off to an alcove, he had the decency to turn his back while she did what needed doing.

Then he led her back to the fire.

”Why would you care about my comfort?” she snapped, more comfortable with her anger toward him than her unexplained arousal.

His eyes flared in the darkness. ”Do as I instruct, female. Lie down or suffer the consequences.”

Oh big, tough bully. She wanted to ask what he meant by consequences, but figured she just might be better off not knowing. Besides, she was getting really tired.

”How long do these types of acid storms last?” she asked instead. May as well get as much information out of him as possible. She would need to know how to keep from becoming charbroiled after she escaped.

”Lie on the blanket,” he growled.

His penetrating gaze made it clear he expected her obedience.

The musical tinkle of her chains sang through the air and all her clamps tightened as she first sat, and then lay on her back.

Not wanting to see the l.u.s.ty apprehension in his eyes, she closed hers and tried to steady her fast breathing.

”Lift your garment above your b.r.e.a.s.t.s,” he commanded, his voice husky and low, aroused.

Her p.u.s.s.y creamed wet heat and she struggled to keep her thoughts in check. She was both nervous and excited as she did his bidding and lifted her top, fully exposing her upper half to him.

For a moment all was quiet except for an occasional crack of thunder.

The clamp released from her right nipple, and then her left. Her nipples tingled, but strangely the burst of pain one would normally get after having worn clamps for so long was merely a mild soreness.

Now, how would I know that? But her thoughts disintegrated and she moaned softly as he smoothed cool soft cream over her tender nipple.

”I had not intended for you to wear these for this long,” he whispered as he sensually rubbed.

”I'm sure the storm interfered with your plans for me.” She couldn't help but whisper.

Exactly what are your plans? she wanted to ask, but the intoxicating way he rubbed the cream into her nipple had her already hot for more of his touches. The tenderness eased. Then it was gone.

She almost popped her eyes open when cool cream smoothed over her other nipple. The soreness lessened and disappeared just as with her other breast.

His breaths seemed to grow heavier as he moved his fingers away. A moment later, he touched both her nipples again. His featherlight, tender brushes against her flesh were like flames licking her and she found herself sinking into a pit of want and need.

Her p.u.s.s.y clenched.

Oh d.a.m.n him.

He remained silent, but she believed he knew what he was doing to her.

He was priming her. This was foreplay.

Heat and wetness dripped from her core. A burning, aching agony erupted deep inside her v.a.g.i.n.a, and when his fingers left her nipples and splayed over her belly, she didn't hesitate to lift her hips.

Shameless! Wanton! But she just couldn't help herself. She needed...release...from him.

He removed one hot palm from her belly and fiddled with the tie at her right hip. The cloth loosened and fell away. Mild air breathed against her flesh. A moment later the tie at the other side loosened and she held her breath as her skirt fell away from her body.

”That's it, female. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.” His voice sounded far away and she automatically spread her legs for him.