Part 11 (2/2)

She forced herself to open her eyes, to fight the electrical heat zipping through her body as she antic.i.p.ated his next touch. When it came, she jolted. Tender fingers trailed a line of white-hot fire up along the insides of her thighs.

Oh yes!

She closed her eyes. Pretended he was her lover. The man she loved. The man who would help her remember who she was and how she came to be here, lost and all alone.

The clamp on her right l.a.b.i.a tightened briefly and then was gone. The other quickly followed. Hot, tingling agony swept through her p.u.s.s.y lips. Lips that were swollen and aching and aroused and sore. The hand on her lower belly pushed down and tension blossomed deep inside her.

An aching need to be filled.

G.o.d, she loved the tender, alluring way he stroked her. The way he made her want s.e.x even though she shouldn't want it. Not like this. But G.o.d help her, she did.

She moaned as cool cream touched her fiery p.u.s.s.y lips. In her mind's eye, she pictured how his callused fingers were sliding over her flesh. He smoothed the lube over her outer l.a.b.i.a, pulling gently as he drew one lip aside to touch her c.l.i.t.

She moaned again. Clamped her mouth shut in defiance. No, he couldn't know how much she wanted this. She struggled to keep her hips from moving, from gyrating.

Her need for s.e.x was trapping her into doing what he wanted. And he wanted to f.u.c.k.

She didn't have to open her eyes. She could feel it in the air. Sensual electricity blazed between them, pulling them closer and closer.

His hands left her body and he began removing the chains. They tinkled and soothed her rattled nerves. The leather belt with the cuffs around her waist was the next to go. The collar he left on. As well as the leash.

”You will leave your garments off. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her legs trembling as she antic.i.p.ated his next move.

”Lie on your side, front toward the fire.”

She didn't even think to say no. If he wanted to f.u.c.k her spoon style, then so be it!

Just f.u.c.k me please, sir, and thank you very much!

That was the least he could do after getting her all hot and bothered with his sensual touches.

She turned on her side and he lay down behind her. Disappointment rocked her as his clothed c.o.c.k pressed intimately against her a.s.s cheeks.

”We must sleep,” he muttered, his voice heavy with unmistakable l.u.s.t.

Oh no, f.u.c.k me! f.u.c.k me!

Panic zipped through her. She thought about begging him. That's what he wanted, right?

She froze when his arm slipped over her waist and a hand slipped up her belly to cup her breast.

Oh yes. He was just teasing her! She made a move to reach behind her and undo the ties of his loin cloth.

”Lie still,” he snarled. ”Sleep!”

Oh G.o.d. No, not sleep. s.e.x. I need s.e.x!

Beg him, Kinley. Beg him.

No, she wouldn't...couldn't.

Her p.u.s.s.y yearned for him. Ached to be filled. Her nipples were so taut, her c.l.i.t way too swollen and angry with need.

Then came his low, knowing chuckle that smoothed over her nerves like seductive silk. He did want her to beg. He wanted the satisfaction of seeing her reduced to do his bidding because he knew a female's weakness. Hadn't he said that? He wanted her to beg him.

Screw you, stud! A roll of defiance mingled with her arousal. Screw you!

She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from begging. But she was close. So d.a.m.n close.

It was a beautiful sunset. Taylor caught glimpses of the clear, blue sky overhead while they walked in the river. The earlier gloomy, gray sky and the dark, rolling clouds in the distance signaled it would only be a matter of time before the stormy season hit this area.

The ominous clouds were located toward the Acid Zone. He knew better than to go there unless absolutely necessary. Not much vegetation grew in that rocky area and if it did, it disintegrated during one of the storms.

Taylor stifled a s.h.i.+ver at remembering finding the remnants of some poor soul who must have been caught out in the open during a storm in the Acid Zone. Nothing had remained of the person except white bones.

He nodded toward the sky so the female could get a look at the beauty. When she lifted her head, appreciation sparkled in her eyes. The sky had turned a deep, pure blue, the white, puffy clouds streaked with gold as the sun sprayed against them. In the far distance ahead of them, the trees gave way to a lush plateau, then to purple hills. In those hills was the Outer Limits.

The Outer Limits was a place forbidden to most. Yet after escaping his enslavement with the women and then leaving the Death Valley Boys, he and his friend Jarod had made it a point to explore that area. They came up with nothing truly significant except for a giant stone female statue, falling apart. Its crown and the torch she carried were pitted with rust and holes. The statue was rumored to be chiseled from stone after the original G.o.ddess of Freedom, a woman who'd raised an army against males, enslaving them all.

But now some male slaves were free, thanks to Jarod and Jarod's sister, Virgin, the woman who had educated them. Some males had taken their education and turned evil, stealing women, enslaving them and taking on the name the Death Valley Boys. Other males, such as himself and Jarod, were harmless.

At the thought of soon seeing Jarod, Taylor's heart warmed. He and Jarod had lived here for a while. Hidden in the jungle, they'd built shelters in the treetops. The tree house was where Piper and Jarod had been many days earlier, when Taylor had left to search for her sisters. It was where he hoped to find Jarod and reunite them all.

It would be good to see the fear melt in this female's gaze when he reunited her with Piper. Perhaps then the woman wouldn't look at him with alarm and she would trust that he wouldn't hurt her.

As the river meandered closer to the area of their tree house, he led her from the river and down an almost invisible path. His heart picked up in excitement, but moments later he noticed footprints near the water's edge. Normally a set of footprints would not alarm him as he would recognize them as Jarod's. This time, however-if Jarod were around-there would be two sets.

His and the female's.

But there were more. Three males and two females and none of the footprints belonged to Jarod or his female.

So who had come by here? No one knew of the tree house except for Jarod, Piper and the Hero brothers. Yet the Hero brothers and their women would not dare to venture far from their own village. Not with the stormy season so close at hand. Unless there had been some emergency...

If the prints didn't belong to a friend, then there was definitely trouble in the air.

”Why have we stopped?” the female asked. Ordinarily with her standing so close, he would have been able to think of nothing else but breathing in her sensual scent and taking her up against a nearby tree. But s.e.x would have to come second now that his survival instincts were in peak mode.

He pointed to the footprints in the mud. ”Three males and two females,” he whispered.

Excitement flared in her eyes. She'd misunderstood. ”My brothers and sisters?”

”I do not think so.”

The happiness was dashed from her features and it irritated him that he was so disappointed by her devastation.

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