PursuedbythePrisoner (4 page)

She gave some muffled reply, and then nodded vigorously.

“Well, we can’t have my toy getting sick now, can we?”

Mary almost lost her footing in the soft sand of the lake
bottom as she watched her husband walk up the beach in front of her. All sold
muscle and hard planes, the flex of his ass and thighs as he moved made her
already roused passion burst into flames. She bit down on the wad of panties in
her mouth, trying to stifle her groan. She didn’t know if it was the scenario,
the setting or just him, but she was more turned-on now than she had been in a
long time.

While they played in the water, the sun had started to set,
and the air was definitely chilly against her exposed skin. The sodden skirt
clung to her hips, but her shirt was still cinched up over her breasts. He
picked up his discarded jumpsuit and dried his body off. She tried not to look,
tried to play her role of kidnapped coed, but damn, that was like asking a
flower not to look at the sun.

Sean caught her peeking and gave her a hard glare. If she
didn’t know he was play acting, he would have scared the shit out of her. She’d
seen him go all intimidating and feral before, but that was on the football
field. Having him look at her like that did funny things to her insides. She at
once wanted to hide from him but also get down on her hands and knees and offer
her body for his pleasure.

“You want those panties out of your mouth?”

She nodded vigorously.

He stalked across the sand to where she stood, and she
backed up a step as he reached out and grabbed her by the neck. “If I replaced
them with my cock, would you bite me?”

Opening her eyes wide, she tried to give him her best
innocent face as she shook her head back and forth.

His gaze narrowed and his full lips thinned to a straight
line. The hand holding the back of her neck gentled and she tried to pull away,
only to be jerked back against his chest. “You think you can bat your pretty
brown eyes at me and I’ll believe you?”

He grabbed the chain attached to her handcuffs and proceeded
to drag her through the woods bordering the beach and toward the cabin. The
whole way, she resisted him, stopping in her tracks like a stubborn mule and
only moving when he jerked at the chain. After she did it for the third time,
he gave her a decidedly unfriendly look and slowly rolled the chain around his
big fist, reeling her toward him like a fish.

“You’re just begging for some punishment, aren’t you?” he
asked in a deceptively mellow tone.

Whatever answer she might have given disappeared beneath her
shriek of surprise as he reached beneath her skirt and pinched the lips of her
labia together, forcing her clit to poke out from its hood. He continued to
squeeze harder, and she had to brace her hands against his chest at the painful
yet pleasurable sensation. Still increasing the pressure, he stared into her
eyes and held her as surely with his gaze as his hand. Her lower abdomen
tightened, and she reached out with her hands, trying to beg him with her body
to relieve the unbearably intense sensations. He released her, and she screamed
as blood rushed back to her clit and labia.

Ignoring her cries, he pulled on the chain, and they crossed
the last few feet to the cabin. She stumbled after him up the steps, her aching
pussy making her walk a bit bowlegged. With a grunt, he shouldered open the
door to the cabin, and she followed him in, curious about what it would look
like. A pang of disappointment went through her at the sight of a tidy, normal
living area and small kitchen with two closed doors at the back.

Sean looked at her over his shoulder and gave her an evil
smile. He kicked the door shut and locked it before fisting his hand in the
back of her hair. Using his handful of her long hair, he dragged her in a
semi-crouch to the back of the cabin, opening one of the doors. His dark,
pleased laughter made her curious, but she couldn’t glance up because of the
angle he held her head at. From her vantage point, she could make out what
looked like the bottom of a chest of drawers, wooden floors and the edge of
some type of sheepskin rug.

Before she could figure out what was going on, he released
his hold on her hair and tossed her onto a huge canopy bed with massive black
wrought iron posts. A metallic chiming sound filled the air as she bounced on
the mattress, and she looked up. More chains and cuffs of various sizes dangled
from the four posts of the bed. The softness of velvet brushed against her
thighs, and she rubbed her feet on the red velvet comforter.

“You look like a pearl in a jewelry box,” Sean said in a low
voice.

She tried to say something smart back, but the gag in her
mouth prevented it.

His lips twitched as she pointed at the gag with a disgusted
look. “No one can hear you scream out here…but I’m still not letting those
sharp teeth near my cock.”

Sean had never, ever been one to turn down a blowjob, so she
rolled her eyes. He ignored her and began to rummage around in the large
armoire by the bedroom door. The window facing the forest allowed the setting
sun to bathe the room in a low light. Various items clicked and clanked, but
she couldn’t get a good look at what he was doing, so her imagination supplied
her with all kinds of wicked, naughty things.

When he finally turned around, she cocked her head in
confusion. The silver-and-black leather shape in his hands made no sense to
her. He tossed it toward her, and she caught it the best she could with her
bound hands. The wood creaked beneath his feet as he left the room, and a few
seconds later the sound of water running through pipes came from the other
room. She turned the item over in her hands, trying to figure out what the hell
it was.

With two black leather straps on the back and a buckle, it
had to be attached to her body in some way. She couldn’t imagine what the
silver part in front could be. The two pieces of metal had a curved shape and
were smooth to the touch, with about a three-inch gap between them. She tried
to picture it going on her pussy or his cock, but that didn’t seem right. The
water shut off, and she looked up at the sound of Sean’s feet moving across the
floor.

The shit-eating grin he gave her while standing in the
darkened doorway made her glare at him.

“Can’t figure out what it is, can you?”

She made a negative sound and held it out to him.

He tugged the panties out of her mouth and took the
apparatus, handing her a glass of water in its place. Suddenly thirsty, she
drained the glass and set it on the small dark-wood table next to the bed.
Working her jaw back and forth, she pointed to the thing in his hands.

“What is that?”

“Something to ensure you won’t bite me.”

She stared at the metal, gasping as the shape suddenly made
sense. “It’s a bit, like a horse bit. Or maybe more like that mouth opener they
use at the dentist.”

He nodded and crawled across the bed to her. Only a man as
big as her husband could be naked and still look deadly. “Yep, a mouth
spreader. I’m going to slip it over your head and fuck your mouth without
having to worry about those pretty teeth trying to neuter me.”

“Wait a second, I never agreed—”

He sat back on his haunches, his semi-erect cock pulling her
gaze like a magnet. “Do you want me to stop?”

She knew what he really meant is did she want him to stop
the fantasy and open the proverbial door to the real world. For a moment she
considered it, but her libido took over, and she found herself saying, “No.”

He gave her an utterly wicked smile, and she shrank back
into the pillows at the top of the bed. She’d created a masterful monster…and
she loved it.

“Open wide, my little toy.”

His toy, his plaything. Warmth suffused her body and she
obediently opened her mouth. She wanted to ask him where he’d ever seen or
heard of such a thing. A momentary streak of jealousy cooled her arousal, but
she dismissed the idea of Sean ever doing this with anyone but her. More likely
he’d researched his role with the dedication he showed everything important in
his life.

Tears filled her eyes as she mentally went over all the
things he’d done for her today, all the ways he’d fulfilled every aspect of her
fantasy and then some. He loved her so much he went against all of his
instincts to be the rough, mean man she desired. His strong fingers stroked her
cheeks as he fitted the bit into her mouth before tightening the straps at the
back of her head.

She touched the cool metal bracing the inside of her mouth
with the tip of her tongue, playing with the smooth curves and finding nothing
she could cut herself on. The device held her mouth securely open and gave
enough room for Sean to fit his cock in. She wouldn’t be able to suck him very
well, but she didn’t think that would matter. The hard, aroused gleam in his
gaze as he examined the straps brought an answering rush of wetness from
between her legs.

Tossing a pillow on the ground, he picked up the length of
chain and helped her off the bed. Already the saliva was pooling in her mouth,
and she tried to swallow it, but some leaked out the side. She didn’t like it
and tried to wipe it away, but he stopped her.

He looked down at her pussy and then back to her face. “I
like you wet.”

She arched a brow at his double meaning, and he grinned.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he forced her to her knees on the pillow.
Her face was almost exactly the same height as his rampant erection bobbing in
her face. A drop of pre-cum clung to the tip, and she would have licked her
lips if she were able. She leaned forward, intent on finding out how far the
bit would allow her to extend her tongue, but he jerked her back by her hair.

“No. The only thing you’re allowed to move is your tongue.”

She tilted her head back to look at him, swallowing back a
good amount of saliva. He groaned softly and placed his pointer finger in her
mouth, feeling the bit and stroking her tongue. “You’re a willful little bitch,
so I should probably have something to encourage you to behave.”

She made a questioning sound when he turned and walked to
the armoire, but he didn’t say anything. His broad back blocked her view of
what was inside as he pulled something out. A glint of fine gold chain dangled
from his fist, but she couldn’t see what he’d grabbed. When he returned to
stand in front of her, he opened his palm and revealed two small vee shapes
with beads on the bottom, connected by chains.

Rather than explain it to her, he grabbed one of her breasts
and squeezed it roughly. She moaned, shocked at how loud she sounded with her
mouth forced open. The tips of his nails dug into her nipples, pinching first
one and then the other until they both stood at attention. When he placed her
right nipple between the vee of metal, she suddenly understood what they were.
He slid the beads at the bottom of the vee upward, closing the tips of the
metal around her nipple.

Her breathing came out in a harsh pant as he made the clamp
tighter and tighter. Just when she didn’t think she could take any more he
paused, and then tightened it a little bit more. She whimpered as he repeated
the same treatment with her other nipple before flicking it, earning another
moan. Her breasts throbbed, and when he tugged on the end of the chain she
almost fell over at the sharp stab of pain.

“Now, put your hand between those firm cheerleader thighs
and play with your pussy.” She made a pleading noise, but he ignored her and
tugged at the chain still held in one hand, sending another flash of discomfort
that strangely seemed to increase her pleasure. “Come on, a hot little slut
like you must play with her pussy and think about her big jock boyfriend.”

She tried to give him a defiant look, but it was hard to do
when she had little rivulets of saliva dripping out of the sides of her mouth.
The soft flesh between her legs was swollen and slick with her desire, betraying
how much she enjoyed this rough treatment. She didn’t know if she was aroused
because Sean was turned-on by her wearing the bit or what, but even though she
was the one on her knees, she felt a strange sense of power. Her submission and
her body were turning this magnificent man on.

Tipping her head back to swallow again, she brought one
finger wet with her honey to her mouth and rubbed it on her tongue.

With a muttered oath, he grabbed both sides of her face with
his powerful hands and guided his cock into her mouth. The deep groan that came
from him made her sheath contract, and she ached for his dick inside her pussy
instead of her mouth. His erection rubbed against her tongue and then the
inside of her cheeks as he fisted himself and swirled the head over her tongue.
She tried to suck, but the damn bit wouldn’t let her. Her frustrated growl
seemed to amuse him, and he chuckled as he pushed deeper into her mouth.

“Open that pretty throat for me. Take the treat I’m giving
you.”

She gagged a little bit when he pushed at the back of her
mouth, but tried to open her throat for him. He kept his movements slow and
easy, gliding in and out in a measured pace that allowed her to keep up with
him.

“Every time I hit deep, I want you to pinch your clit.” She
lashed the underside of his dick the best she could, and he gave a shuddering
groan. “That’s it, slut, worship my dick.”

The strength in his grip on her head increased and he
resumed the rocking motions of his hips. Mindful of his order, she grasped the
base of her clit and gave it a good squeeze when she had to take him deep. She
began to anticipate those hard thrusts, to look forward to the loss of air, a
signal for her body to anticipate the pinch of her fingers. His hands massaged
the back of her head, and he picked up his pace, going deep enough now that she
choked a little.

With a low groan he pulled back, then thrust forward again.
“Pinch that hard clit, you little slut.”

She’d almost completely forgotten about the clamps on her
nipples, but his jerk on the chain brought her mind back to her tortured
breasts quickly. Her scream was cut off by his cock filling her mouth. He
pulled all the way out, and to her embarrassment, a good deal of saliva poured
down her chin. Before she could wipe it away he handed her a towel.