Master of the Mountain

look at me.”

The command wrenched her attention back to him.

“I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart. Do you believe me?”

She looked into his blue eyes. Stern, strong, powerful, but not cruel. He'd always told her the truth. She nodded.

A crease appeared in his cheek, although his lips didn't smile. “Good. The beginning of trust. I'm not going to leave you, and I'm not going to hurt you. Your job is simply trust. Trust me for-say, an hour-and afterward we'll talk about it. Can you do that?”

An hour? She'd be outdoors, chained to a tree, and half-naked for an hour? But his eyes stayed level, and her disquiet eased enough that she could give him a tiny nod.

His smile held approval. “Good girl.” Bending his head, he licked over one nipple. She jerked as the hot sensation sizzled straight through her. Her arms tried to react, and she couldn't move, and that sent more heat washing through her. After a second, she realized Logan had stepped back, and his thoughtful gaze focused on her face.

When he cupped both her breasts in his hard hands, stroking the bunched nipples with his thumbs, she bit down on a moan. Her head thumped back against the tree as sensation after sensation rushed through her, and her next moan escaped.

“I'll take that as a yes,” Logan murmured. He stepped back far enough to pull a strap over the little sub's waist, cinching it snugly over her bare stomach. It would both secure her more fully and take some of the strain off her arms.

She watched him with big eyes. Her breathing quickened, and he could feel the violent thudding of her heart when he palmed a breast. But her terror decreased each time her arousal grew.

He needed to keep reassuring her to retain her trust. But the edgy tension in her eyes and the shiver running through her were a Dom's dream. He walked a fine line, controlling himself as much as her, driving the scene for both their sakes.

He kissed her, taking her mouth slowly and thoroughly, letting his hands wander over her lush breasts. The nipples were peaked but still a pale pink, like cotton candy, and so velvety soft. He pleased himself for a while, licking and sucking until they spiked hard and pointed and turned a vibrant red. The curvy body under his hands slowly turned hotter than the sun on his shoulders.

She stiffened when he yanked her jeans and panties off, leaving her naked. To be fair and somewhat considerate, he stripped his shirt off.

Her eyes lingered on his chest, and she smiled at him. When her body eased slightly, he realized she believed he'd finished and the rest was going to be straight sex. Poor little sub.

He knelt, grasped her ankle, and enjoyed how she tried to keep her legs together in a silent protest. A Velcro cuff chained to an iron stake in the ground went around her ankle. He tightened the chain until her leg angled outward. When he did the same to her other leg, he heard a whimper of fear. Standing back, he nodded. Nicely exposed, her pussy waited for his touch.

Leaning forward, he ran his hands up and down her restrained arms until her breathing eased, and she stopped pulling at the restraints. “I like seeing you like this, little rebel,” he said, capturing her eyes. “You are open to me in every way.”

She couldn't conceal the quivering of her body at his words or the way her pupils dilated.

He took his seat on the stump. He and Jake had designed this piece of “equipment” carefully. The downed trunk made an admirable incline table and the sanded-off stump a convenient stool. A bondage group that weekend had provided test subjects so the cuffs and chains positioned a sub's pussy at just the right place for someone sitting on the tree stump.

His cock hardened as he looked at the little sub lain out like a feast in front of him. Arms over her head, her breasts jiggling slightly with her rapid breathing, the nipples in tight points of arousal. Glistening wet, her red-gold pubic hair glowed in the sunlight, and with her legs so widely spread, her labia peeked out, begging to be touched.

He ran a finger through her folds and smiled. She might be a tad scared, but she was also very, very wet. He slicked her pussy with her moisture and stroked over her clit, enjoying her high whine.

So the swingers thought her cold, did they? Idiots. Pausing for a second, he glanced across the tiny valley to Crone Mountain, where Jake had taken the others. Gold Dust Falls lay about…there, as a bird flies, well within shouting-or screaming-distance. He didn't give a damn what the swingers thought, but it obviously mattered to Becca. Well, then.

Uneasy with his silence, she squirmed in anticipation, and he leaned back to enjoy the sight. A soft, round submissive restrained. Squirming. Wet. He intended to use her well.

But first, she needed to sing. He leaned forward and slid a finger over one side of the engorged nub. He ignored her gasp of pleasure and ruthlessly and quickly drove her right to the edge of a climax.

When he lifted his hand, her hips tried to follow. Her eyes opened, swirling with need and then frustration when he didn't respond.

He simply watched her stew, giving her an indisputable lesson in who held the reins. Soon the tiny muscles around her mouth showed the anger overcoming her need.

He leaned forward and licked right over her clit.

Chapter Ten

Rebecca's head thumped back against the tree trunk at the feel of Logan's hot, wet tongue right on her pussy. A moan escaped. She tried to lift her hips, but the restraints were too tight, and she quivered inside from the knowledge. Open for his use.

As he licked her, each touch of his tongue shoved her back into need until her legs shook uncontrollably. Oh God, please, just a tiny bit more. Don't stop. His tongue teased her, increasing the intense burn.

Her body tightened as her climax approached, and her hips pushed forward as far as the strap allowed.

He stopped again.

No. Her clit felt so tight and swollen, it throbbed with every beat of her pulse. And she couldn't hold back a whimper. “Pleeeese.”

He didn't answer.

She lifted her head to look down at him.

He sat between her legs, the sun gleaming off his tanned shoulders. When he met her gaze, the corners of his eyes crinkled. He set one callused hand on her thigh and squeezed.

The sensation shot straight to her clit, making it worse. Everything he did made it worse, but he deliberately wasn't letting her come. Damn him! She let her head fall back onto the tree. She yanked at her restraints, wanting to be free, to get away from him. “I don't want to play this game anymo-”

Something circled her opening, then plunged into her, fast and hard. His finger.

Her nerves inside shot awake like an electric current. “Aaah!” Her loud voice startled her, and she tightened her lips. Outside. Don't make noise.

He set his mouth on her, licking mercilessly along one side of her clit. When his tongue lifted, his long finger thrust in and out of her vagina, scraping against her inner labia. Another lick just at the edge, another glide of his finger through her swollen tissues.

Not enough. Never enough, and yet too much to let her arousal die. His finger and tongue worked her until she quivered at the precipice. Each exquisitely calculated touch strummed through her body, building sensation upon sensation until she couldn't think, could only tremble and strain for what seemed like forever. For that one final…

His mouth came down on her, pressing her clit between firm lips, his tongue swirling on top, even as he thrust two fingers into her.