Lilah spluttered and tried to stand, rushing around me to crawl out. Lifting my hand to my cheek, I ran it down the scratched skin… Blood. The fuckin’ bitch drew blood.
Snapping my head around, I watched Lilah claw her way up the riverbank.
“You fuckin’ drew blood, you psycho bitch!” I yelled, wincing again as my headache cracked like thunder through my skull, my damn hangover coming into effect.
Lilah gasped at my harsh words and scurried away toward her heap of clothes. Just as I began to move out the river myself, I heard her whimper and my attention went straight to her. She was shaking and talking to herself, mumbling something under her breath. I couldn’t hear what, but all her fucking crazy was back on full display.
Striding up the bank, I approached Lilah, catching some of what she was saying.
Please Lord, give me strength to endure pain. Help me take my punishment with dignity…
I reached out to pull her from what sounded like a prayer, and seeing my outstretched hand, she cried out in fear and her arm flew up to protect her face. That stopped me dead and I took a step back.
“Lilah! For fuck’s sake, I’m not gonna hurt you!”
Lilah’s huge blue eyes came into view as she lowered her arm a few inches. Strands of her blond hair were plastered across her stunning face and she blinked.
“Lilah, I—”
“You… you are not here to punish me for my rejection of your advances?” she asked in a frightened tiny voice.
I frowned. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Fully dropping her arm, she glanced over her shoulder at me, her big eyes confused, and said, “Back in the… the room for drinking, you wanted me to join with you and I pushed you away… You… you licked my skin and said explicit things in my ear…” She looked at me, urging me to understand.
“You’re hot. I’m hung like a donkey. And I’m fucked off my face. It sounded like a fuckin’ perfect suggestion at the time. But right now, sweet cheeks, I have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”
She turned to fully face me, seeming bolder, and explained, “You are here to punish me because I refused you sex. It shamed you as a man for me to say no, to not welcome you into my body.” She straightened, closed her eyes, and, turning to bend over, hands on a rock and ass in the air, said, “Please, if I can request that you do not cause me pain?”
“I—” I went to explain that I weren’t gonna hit her, but then I looked at her, looked at what was facing me… saw that she was soaking fuckin’ wet… in a see-through slip… I could see everything… and I fuckin’… I—
Then her legs parted, a bare * coming into view, and I groaned, my hard cock punishing my whoring ass.
Fuck. I’d drowned. I’d drowned and this was my hell.
Lilah’s head whipped around and her eyes opened. I bit my bottom lip to keep my mouth shut. It took all my willpower not to jump forward, throw her on her back, and suck one of those red as fuck nipples into my mouth through the practically non-existent material. Her stomach was flat and toned, her legs long, and… and her *, Jesus Christ, it was perfect! Fuck me sideways, her * was all fuckin’ pink and hairless, the wet material suctioned to her skin showing, in explicit detail, the apex of her thighs.
I swear I was gonna shoot a load in my jeans. Like a fuckin’ teenage boy who found his first ever beaver shot in Playboy.
Lilah suddenly whimpered, ripping me from my staring. Her lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears as she stumbled, backing up to reach for her discarded dress on the ground, tripping over her feet as she tried to get away.
“Lilah! Calm the fuck down!” I found the voice to call.
She turned as she hurried to put her dress on. She pushed her hand out, almost smashing it into my chest. “No… please. I am the one who is shamed. I am a shameful, sinful woman. I did not mean to tempt you. Please do not take me… please…”