For a second that predatory look possessed him. I decided that look was fine when he was controlling himself.
“Take out my cock.”
An unambiguous order. I unbuttoned and unzipped his fly and took out his erection. With my palms placed on his thighs, I slowly lowered myself, my mouth opening.
As the distance narrowed, I stuck out my tongue then… I taunted him by circling the head with the very tip of my tongue. Around and around, five times, six—
He chuckled and seized the back of my hair, pushed me down until I must engulf him. Gently I worked my mouth up and down, sucking and using my tongue. It was a subtle action that pulled curses from him. He shoved me fully down, half-choking me, the zip jammed onto my nose, cloth muffling me, and his dick halfway down my throat. Then he let me up.
I gasped a moment with my fingers wrapping into the rug and his pants until I felt the wrench of a mental command.
“Hands behind you,” he grated out. “No more nice guy.”
Gripping my head and shoulder, he shunted me up and down.
With my hands at my back, I was rendered a mere fuckable thing. At the top of one slide, with my mouth almost off him, he paused me, wrapped one hand to my throat, and squeezed, hard.
Harder.
Caught at the verge of a raw moment, I wondered if he would truly choke me. Spluttering a strangled “stop,” I glanced up. He showed teeth, hissing through them. His fingers clawed into my hair.
“Get up. Take off the underwear. Get in the water. I’m fucking you there.”
I scrambled to my feet.
I was aware of how swollen my pussy was, of the heaviness of my breasts, and of my arousal, while being followed by a man intent on fucking my exceptionally slick pussy, or elsewhere. Of sticking that cock in me.
There was muscle memory and there was pussy memory, and I remembered the feel of cock pushing in.
I could still taste him…
So intense and fraught with sexual possibilities.
I waded in and heard his body stir the water behind me. My feet fumbled at the smoothness of rocks on the bottom. The recent rain up north had washed away most debris, and I could see my feet.
Knee-deep, then waist deep, I shivered as the cold hit me and prodded my nipples into tightening.
“When you wriggle those hips and this ass…” He slid his hands about my waist, meandering them upward until he cupped my breasts. Kisses and bites mauled the side of my neck.
I sighed and pushed my ass back against him.
The baritone of his voice melted into me. I let everything wash away with the water and the sensation of this man wanting me, holding me… the heat of his body against mine. His cock was supremely hard and obvious.
“Was that your good deed?” I murmured a silly question as he pressed more kisses onto my skin at nape and shoulder. His thumbs circled my areolas, and I moaned as tingles swirled upward.
“Not fucking you on the picnic blanket?”
Not choking me. Though I wasn’t saying that – besides, it had a certain appeal. My throat now had memories of his hand squeezing in.
He chuckled. “Maybe. Open those legs, or I’ll fuck you in the ass. You have… no… idea how much I am restraining myself.” He pushed his hardness into my back, sliding, shoving, then he flattened my nipples in finger and thumb making me gasp.
Pain had become a thrill.
“Open.”
I pressed my legs together, on principle.
Fuuuck though. “You think I’m easy?” My throat felt raw, and I’d rasped the words.
“I hope not.” He began to pull on my damp hair, twisting it over his hand. “I want to make you beg, of your own volition. Ass fucking?” he whispered. “Or maybe I should ride you into town strapped naked to the roof with a dildo inside both ends. With my Red on a spit.”
“No!” God, no.
He laughed again. “The cowboys would love it. I could rent you out. Judgment time. Be good or else.”
We were toying with each other, dueling.
He wound more hair about his hand. Soon he would have an inescapable rope of sorts. With his fist gripping my hair he could do anything, command or no command.
“Okay. Okay.” My breathing turned ragged, and he bit my shoulder, leaving dents.
“Move to that rock.”
Beneath the water I was slippery, wetter than ever. As I walked to the smooth rock that parted the rush of water in mid-stream, his erection prodded at me. I paused to angle myself – kinda hoping he would fuck me then and there, but not wanting to make this straightforward.
“Go.” He pinched my butt. “If I had anchor bolts on that rock you would be screwed.”
Screwed? Yes, please.
He wanted to fasten me to the rock, then he could do whatever pleased him, take his time fucking me.
Suddenly, I wanted those bolts there too.
A mesmer could do anything, but we had entered a new realm where he made me do what pleased him simply because…
Because we both needed it.
I matched him. It was a twisted thought. I loved the chase, loved him forcing me, loved the rough, insane fucking when he pinned me down in the bed at the house. My dirty smutty fantasies.
It was only when he disregarded my sanity and safety that I hated him. Maybe this could work? Us, together.
When I reached the rock, he shoved me onto it, splaying me out, kicking at my ankles underwater. He covered me with his body and slid his cock along my slit, never quite inserting it.
“What a slippery cunt you have.”
“What big teeth you have, sir.”
He laughed.
“What poor aim too.” I wriggled to
