Page 41 of Lust

His hand slides around to grab my throat.

“Do you trust me, Ruby?”

I nod, barely able to move my head against the collar of his hand.

“Do you grant me permission to do whatever I want with your body?”

A thrill runs through me, stealing my breath.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Tell me your safe word.” The pressure of his hand increases, and blackness creeps around the edges of my field of vision.

“Pomegranate,” I breathe. “It’s pomegranate.”

“Have you ever used that word with another man?”

I’d laugh if I could, but there’s too much pressure on my neck. I shake my head, almost imperceptibly.

“Good. Then I am going to use you like an innocent little kidnap victim.” He squeezes down on my throat, and everything goes dark.

When I regain consciousness, I’m bumping along in the back of the van. A pillow cushions my head, and a soft comforter covers the metal floor of the van. But my body still jostles with each movement the vehicle makes on the uneven road. A thick, dark blindfold covers my eyes, and I can taste the rubber of a ball-gag in my mouth. Rope binds my arms behind me and fastens my legs together at the ankles.

With a final jolt, the van comes to a stop. A few seconds later, I hear the rear doors open. Glimpses of sunlight peek in around the edges of my blindfold.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Aaron’s voice is raspy and delicious, sending a thrill along my spine. This man, my old friend, seems a bit deranged, and my body can’t seem to get enough. Just the sound of his voice sends wetness gushing between my thighs.

Metal creaks as he climbs into the van, and I feel the ropes around my ankles loosen.

“You’ll be doing a bit of walking,” he explains, then hoists me to my feet and leads me out of the van, carefully guiding me over the edge.

After we’ve walked for at least five minutes, he brings me up a set of steps and through a door. The scent of wood smoke tickles my nostrils, and I hear the distinct crackling of a fire. Heat warms my face. Aaron walks me closer to the fire, then kicks at the backs of my legs so I fall to my knees.

He yanks down my work slacks, exposing the silky black panties he gave me. Heat from the fire licks at my skin. “Right now, you’re nothing more to me than a whore I picked up off the street, got that?”

I nod. My heart hammers in my ears.

“I have these fantasies.” Aaron sounds further away now. “Years worth. It’ll take twenty more years just to fulfill them all.”

I sit back on my heels, struggling against the rope that binds my hands. Suddenly, there’s a whirring sound, and then a ‘crack’ and the sting of leather against the skin of my thigh. I hear myself cry out behind the gag in my mouth.

“Don’t struggle.” Aaron’s voice sounds strained. “I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

My heart hammers in my ears, and I wait with bated breath for him to tell me what comes next.

His hands caress my hair, and I feel his body move in front of me, blocking the heat from the fire.

“I’m going to take out this gag,” he says, unbuckling the strap behind my head. “But only as long as you do exactly what I say. Can you do that?”

I nod. The gag releases, and his powerful hands massage my jaw, then a thumb traces along my lips before sliding into my mouth.

“Suck,” he instructs.

As I lick and suck the salty skin of his thumb, I feel the liquid slickness gushing between my thighs. How long is he going to torture me before granting me release? His thumb withdraws, and I hear the sound of a zipper, then feel the thick head of his cock press against my lips.

“Open,” he demands, and slides into my mouth. I know I can’t fit much of him in my mouth, and I struggle again against the bonds that tie my hands, wanting to use my palm to help pleasure him. He withdraws from my mouth and I feel the hard ‘smack’ of his cock against the side of my face.

“I told you not to struggle,” he sounds almost apologetic. “Please don’t make me hurt you.”

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