I want to say that wakes me up, that I’m no longer in some lust-filled haze where I’m allowing a total stranger, an escaped criminal who is holding me hostage, to finger fuck me out in the open after having just spanked me. I would love to say that. I can’t. My head goes down, and I whimper as his fingers slide farther inside of me and stretch my walls.
I haven’t been with a man in well over a year, and even his fingers make me feel tight. It brings back memories of skin against skin, hot breath on my body, being filled by another person and being close to someone. They are all things that I’ve missed in the past year and are none of the things my vibrator brings me. I shouldn’t be finding anything with Max. I need to stop this before it goes any further, but I don’t get the chance. His fingers slide out of me and then his hand cups my pussy as he bends down to whisper in my ear.
“For however long this lasts, you will listen to what I say and obey me,” his harsh voice rumbles in my ear and it should scare me. It should infuriate me. Why do I feel the urge to do everything he tells me?
Slowly he removes his hand, and I waste no time sliding off him and standing up. I’m pulling my clothes up; the heat is coming off me in waves. I’m embarrassed. I’m humiliated, and yet, I want more. I don’t even feel like I know myself. Is it the danger? Is this what happens to women who suffer from Stockholm Syndrome? I dart a glance at Max, and I guess he is waiting for me to do that very thing because he waits until our eyes meet before he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them. I’m already drenched with need, and that only magnifies it. I look down at the ground, wishing it would swallow me up.
The feel of his hand under my chin, urging my head up, startles me. I look into his dark eyes. Max is beautiful. There’s no escaping that. His body is toned and well defined. It’s broad enough to make me feel small, and he has dark hair with just a hint of a lighter color running through it, here and there. Almost as if it has been lightened by the sun. Is that possible? Don’t they keep you confined in prison? The word prison shakes me and reminds me of all the reasons I shouldn’t be attracted to this man and of all the reasons I definitely shouldn’t let him be touching me. Just as I begin to list and enumerate each and every one, they go flying out of the window with his next words.
“You’re a dirty girl, Tess. I’m going to learn to control you with what your body needs—just because I think it is the most fucking beautiful thing I can remember seeing. But, don’t for one fucking moment forget who I am. It’d be too dangerous for both of us if you do that.”
His words rock me. I take them in, one by one, digest them, separate them and do my best to decipher them. I give up as he takes me by the arm and starts leading me through the swampy land that lies ahead. I should have my mind on watching for gators and other things, so I don’t die. Instead, all I can think about is having Max’s hands on me again.
6
Max
We’ve been walking for an hour and haven’t spoken. I’m mad at myself. What was I thinking to touch her like that? I should have never let that happen. Now that it has, it’s all I can think about. She was on fire for me. I think it shocked her as much as me. She wanted it, hell she was ready to beg for it. I can’t manage to get her or her reaction out of my mind. Since I need to be alert right now, that definitely means trouble. I might have been okay if I hadn’t tasted her. I don’t know what inner demon possessed me to taste her sweetness off my fingers, but now that I have, I know I will want it again. There’s no way I will be able to walk away from Tess Oliver without another taste. Unless she stops me. That’s the only hope I have. Hell, it’s the only hope she has. If she doesn’t stop me, I will bury myself so deep in her that I will be able to remember every small detail of being with her and carry that with me back into the darkness when the time comes.
“Max, I need to rest, and I’ve got to go to the little girl’s room,” she says quietly, and you can tell she wishes she didn’t have to talk to me. Hell, I wish she didn’t have to at this point too. I ignore her and keep walking. It doesn’t take long, maybe five or ten minutes, before she jerks against my hold. “Max! I need to go to the little girl’s room!”
“In case you have missed it, Kitten, we’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s no little girl’s room out here.”
“That doesn’t change the facts that I need to use one!”
“Fine. Squat,” I turn around and order her. I stand back, crossing my arms over my chest and wait.
Tess has beautiful eyes that remind me of emeralds. They grow large as she stares at me. Her mouth drops open for so long that I push her chin to close it before half of the mosquito population of Florida flies in there.
“I’m not peeing in front of you! I don’t know you.”