Pleasure Bound - Complete (37 page)

Buck closed his eyes and cursed in defeat.

“Sit down. I will prepare something for you to eat. I’m sure you are very hungry. It is the end stage of Phase Two.”

Hungry wasn’t the word for it. He was famished. Famished for food.

And starved for a taste of that luscious feast waiting for him between her legs.

He turned around and jolted at her flushed cheeks, the sweet innocent look of need on her face.

Cripes! Was she infected with this stuff too? Is that why she wanted him to fuck her again?

He shook his head in despair and plopped into a nearby chair, making sure he kept the sheet tented over his now painful erection.

“Okay, tell me about this passion poison.”

She headed to the scarred wooden counter nestled under a small square window. Reaching into a nearby cupboard, she dragged down a small wicker basket and started throwing different types of fruit into it.

“The passion flower grows in The Outer Limits. Every year a group of Yellow Hairs get special permission from the High Queens to go out and gather it. The petals are taken from the flowers, ground and mixed with sweetened salt water. Then other ingredients are added. Only a Priestess knows what those additional ingredients are.”

“So I’ll get some of this passion poison from these Yellow Hairs and the Priestess. Where can I find them?”

“You are a male. Or have you forgotten that fact? Males are not allowed to roam free here. If anyone sees you, you will be hunted and caught immediately. You were extremely lucky with the Yellow Hair virgins. If it had been anyone else you had spoken with, you would have been dealt with quickly and harshly instead of slowly as the Yellow Hairs had planned.”

As if injecting him with poison wasn’t harsh enough, Buck thought with distaste.

“There are two main reasons why passion poison is used exclusively on males who will be the vessel for the young Yellow Hair virgins into womanhood.”

Those sweet young ladies with the whipping fetish were virgins. Gee, why was he not surprised? 

“Before the Virgin Dance begins and while the male is unconscious the virgins collect the Sacred Drink from him.”

Uneasiness slithered up his spine. “Sacred Drink?”

“Your semen.”

Great. Just lovely. They’d jerked him off while he’d slept.

“Lovely tradition,” he muttered.

“During the Dance the females cut themselves on their arms. They collect the entire group’s blood and mix it with your semen. It’s called the Sacred Drink. Traditional for all Virgin Dances.”

Enough information already.

“Okay. So tell me exactly how this poison works.” Maybe he could find a cure if he knew how to stop it.

“It seeps quickly into your nervous system encouraging your body to relax. The body goes into shock and you fall asleep. At the same time the secret herbs kick in making your nerve endings extremely aroused to someone’s touch. ”

“I’d rather think it’s a simple physical attraction between a man and a woman instead of a stupid flower,” he muttered.

She smiled prettily as she plopped a bowl filled with food in front of him.

Buck couldn’t help but notice the shapes of the fruits and vegetables. All phallic looking and vagina minded, such as carrots, cucumbers, bananas and peaches.

His heart rate soared at the sight of her lovely naked breasts draped over the basket and her plump burgundy nipples that must taste as sweet as ripe cherries.

The urge to take her into his arms was so great he almost did it. Instead, he dug his nails into his palms until a sharp pain sizzled there. To his shock it quickly turned into a feeling of arousal.

Oh boy.

He needed another distraction.

He eyed the food-laden bowl. He’d eat. That’s what he’d do. He’d eat to take his mind off her.

Grabbing a banana from the basket, he quickly peeled it and began to devour the sweet treat. As he chewed, he studied her.

Oh man, she sure did look yummy all naked and available for him as she watched him eat.

“Why do these women poison their men? Why force a man to have sex with them? Can’t they find their own guys?”

“Virgin Dances and passion poison are Yellow Hair traditions. The passion poison is administered to make the male sexually aroused and able to take on many females at the same time because there has always been a shortage of males. During a Virgin Dance a single uninfected male cannot pleasure so many females at once. That is why the poison is administered. So he can perform for hours with many different females.”

Instead of six, he had one. And she was already a handful.

“And the second reason?”

“To season the male’s flesh for after the fucking ceremony. “

Season the male
? What the hell did she mean by that?

He remembered mention of being killed. His neck corded in shock and he could feel the beginnings of a headache beating at the back of his head.

“You mean like they wanted to kill me and eat me?”

Virgin nodded.

“It’s a tradition.”

“A lovely tradition,” he said dryly.

At least she was telling him the truth about them wanting to kill him. That meant she was probably telling him the truth about everything else.

She genuinely wanted to cure him. And what a nice way to get cured.

Suddenly the sensual curves of her sweet hips seemed sweeter, her erotically shaped ass more inviting. He’d had a brief feel of those hot ass cheeks in the palms of his hands when he’d lifted her onto this very table.

It had all happened so fast. Way too fast.

He’d lain down on the bed with hopes of resting his eyes and calming his racing mind when her sexy feminine fragrance had sifted beneath his nostrils and her sensuous lips had kissed the tip of his throbbing shaft.

At that moment he’d wanted her more than anything else in the world.

And he’d taken her.

Buck grabbed a peach from the basket and bit into it.

“Exactly what can I expect next?”

“A mild headache, but that will diminish when your sexual desire increases.”

Already happening.

“What else?”

“It depends,” she said quietly.

“On?”

She bit her bottom lip self-consciously and her eyes darted away from his gaze. A pretty dark blush swept across her cheeks.

Man, he was very eager to hear what she had to say.

“Your secret fantasies. As you enter Phase TwoI, you will become more sexually aggressive. You will feel an increased need to act out your deep sexual desires.”

His deep sexual desires?

His throat went dry. Fear raced up his spine. Oh man. He was in big trouble. Or better put, she was in big trouble.

If he pursued his deepest darkest sexual desires he might hurt her. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the woman who was trying to save his life.

Maybe he should leave. Right now.

Buck inhaled a sharp breath as a new thought formed.

Maybe he should stay and live out those fantasies?

It was quite obvious by the sexy sparkle in her eyes she wanted another go with him. And if she didn’t what to have sex again, she knew where the door was.

She moved closer to him. Her heady scent caressed his senses, making him wild. Urging him to touch her and wanting her touch.

“What is your name?” she asked softly.

“Buck. Buck Hero.”

“My name is Virgin. Virgin Ellis.”

“I need for you to tie me down, Virgin. I can’t fight this and worry about your safety at the same time.”

To his surprise she visibly shivered. Instinctively he knew it wasn’t out of fear but out of arousal.

“Is that another one of your dark fantasies? To be tied down?” she asked softly.

“Please, just do as I ask.” Damned if he was going to admit he was actually looking forward to being tied down.

“I will do as you ask but I have to warn you, you won’t be safe from me.”

The seductive promise in her sweet voice made Buck’s body blaze with a savage heat he needed to douse. It was an electrifying heat that frightened him. To his surprise his fear shifted to arousal.

The passion poison was increasing in strength.

“Just hurry,” he urged, feeling his control slipping by the second.

Placing his hand into hers, he hoped he knew what he was doing by giving her all his trust.

Chapter Five

The binds holding Buck Hero’s wrists and ankles, as he lay nude on the bed, were totally secure. That knowledge gave Virgin the encouragement to do what needed to be done. And, she secretly added to herself, something she wanted to do too.

Eagerly she carved the watermelon she’d retrieved earlier from the pond.

“I don’t think that’ll be good enough to cool me down this time around, Virgin,” he called out.

“It’s not meant to cool you down. It’s meant to heat you up.”

A soft curse followed.

She detected arousal in his voice but it was overshadowed with fear. A fear she was sure came with acknowledging the dark fantasies his poisoned mind was conjuring up. Secretly she was glad he’d come up with the idea for her to tie him down. There was no telling how sexually violent a male would get under the poison and with his massive rod he would surely have done some damage when he’d unleased his fantasies upon her.

“Don’t fight the passion poison anymore, Buck.” She said as she placed the watermelon-laden basket on the small stand beside the bed. “You must let it soar freely through your system. Give up full control and embrace it. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I don’t give up control that easily, Virgin. It’s not in me.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have any choice in the matter.”

Feminine power raged throughout her body at the sexy sight of his nude body splayed out on the bed totally at her mercy.

Looking at the thick pulsing cock with the bulging purple head near to bursting between his splayed legs made the marrow in her bones melt and heated blood roar through her ears. She was going to enjoy sexually torturing him. Enjoy teasing him until he lost the will to fight the poison and begged for her to fuck him.

She wanted to touch him. Smell him. Taste him.

She wanted to have sex with him. Wanted to impale herself on his cock. And she wanted to do it now!

“You like what you see?” His voice was thick and husky.

“You have a magnificent body,” she whispered truthfully.

“Then untie me. Do it now before I explode. I want to make love to you. I want to make you scream with passion.”

The lust in his eyes shone brighter at his last few words. She recognized the wild look taking hold of him. Phase Three had begun.

“Shh, good things come to those who wait,” she whispered trying to soothe him.

He groaned with frustration and the corded muscles in his arms bunched as he pulled against his restraints.

For a minute his eyes lost the glaze and he said quickly. “Whatever you do, don’t cut me loose. No matter how much I beg. I want to do things to you, Virgin. Things that’ll hurt you.”

His words radiated a feral heat that shot hot fragments of arousal deep within her womb.

“Don’t worry. Just feel the passion. Let yourself go. ”

His breath hitched as she feverishly slid her hands over the whip-scarred skin of his broad shoulders, her fingers tangling into the warm silky hair on his chest.

“I don’t want you to be afraid, but I just can’t control it anymore,” he whispered.

“I’ve seen poisoned males many times before. I was a High Queen. I had to witness the couplings after the Virgin Dances. What you are experiencing is normal.“

“So you’ve had your share of males.” Disappointment etched his voice.

“High Queens are not allowed to lay with a male. They aren’t supposed to need a mere male.”

Goddess of Freedom! Forgive her but she needed this male. Needed him to fill the aching emptiness between her legs.

He tensed. “You were a virgin before I fucked you?”

“No. I’ve had other sexual experiences before you came along.”

“How many?”

“Several, but not with a male.”

“Females?” His glazed eyes blinked with curiosity.

“Let’s not talk about me. Let’s concentrate on getting you cured.”

She slid his right nipple between her finger and thumb, rolling it roughly until she heard his breathing quicken.

“Does it feel good?”

“I can take anything you can dish out,” he said with defiance.

She smiled at the challenge in his voice and slid a cool watermelon chunk over the nipple she’d just aroused.

“Feel good?”

“Like heaven.”

“How’s this feel?”