The Novice Prey & the Daring Prey (12 page)

“Damn, you have a tight pussy,” Will grunted. “I almost had to check to see if I’m in the right hole.” His fingers dug into her waist, getting a better grip on her.

Alexa shivered.

“You like it from behind?” he asked as he slowly pulled his cock back out of her, but not quite all the way. All Alexa could do was moan and brace herself. Being taken from behind had always felt like an act of male domination to her. Being taken from behind while she was tied and helpless smacked even more of male domination. And then Will slowly pistoned himself all the way back into her, pulling her body against his and holding her close. Alexa moaned again. He felt incredibly long and thick inside of her.

“I guess you do,” Will laughed harshly. “Well, I gotta tell ya, I really like your tight, slick pussy. Now hang on, girl.”

Her mind fogged by all the new and strange and incredible sensations that her body was trying to deal with, she didn’t know what he meant at first. Then came his first short, powerful stroke, hard enough to make her breasts jiggle and almost drive the breath out of her. That was followed by another thrust, just as strong, and then another, and another, and another…

Alexa arched her back and yowled. Right now she was all for being dominated so long as it was accompanied by the kind of fucking she was getting right now. Will kept pounding away at her. She thought she heard him say something more about how very tight her pussy was, but if he did, it was through clenched teeth, and she wasn’t really able to pick up on any comments he might make anyway. She writhed in his iron grip. He was holding her tightly enough for it to be painful now, but the pain was so inextricably mixed in with the pleasure he was inflicting on her that it all seemed to be part of the same overwhelming package. She whimpered and moaned as Will kept using her, her body quivering with each hard impact of his body against hers. She yowled again, but weakly.

And then Will was done. He rammed his cock more deeply into her than he had before and held her in place, groaning as he came. Alexa whined. He’d gotten his release, but she hadn’t gotten hers.

“Good girl,” her captor said as he gave her ass one last smack. He sounded as if he was out of breath. “Damn, you’re tight! Tightest pussy I ever fucked.”

Alexa whined again. Her body was still thrumming and tingling from all the rough treatment. She ground her hips against him, trying to get a little more pleasure for herself. Will laughed at her efforts as he pulled out of her.

“Don’t feel too bad, Alexa,” he said to her as he pushed her back down onto her belly. “I’m gonna want to tap that pussy again real soon. Maybe even tonight.” He gave her ass an affectionate pat. “So I want to be sure you don’t try to slip away. Hold still.”

Hold still? Alexa thought that she could barely move. She felt him run some rope across the back of her neck, then pull the ends down in front and run them back behind her under her arms. He knotted the ends between her shoulder blades before pulling her bound hands up into the small of her back and securing them to the makeshift harness with a short length of rope.

“How’s that feel?” he asked. She didn’t answer him.

“Well, you tell me if it starts to hurt.”

Alexa merely grunted. She was feeling angry and frustrated, now that the waves of pleasure were beginning to subside. But there was nothing she could do about it…and that was strangely arousing.

Alexa huddled on top of her still-unopened sleeping bag. It was completely dark out, so dark that she could barely make out Will, snug inside his own sleeping bag only a few feet away. Earlier he had cooked some food over the little campfire he’d built. He’d even fed a bit of it to her by hand, but most of what he’d given her to eat was nothing but tough and chewy beef jerky. It hadn’t been enough, but when she’d complained about that to him he’d ignored her completely. So, she had complained more loudly. That had gotten a response from him, but it wasn’t the one that she’d wanted. Sitting on the ground, he’d put her face down across his lap and gave her a long, slow, hard, thorough, stinging spanking. Now, hours later, her bottom still had twinges from it. She’d been very reluctant to voice any complaints at all after that, but the night air was too cool for her to endure naked, and it felt like it kept getting cooler. Pretty soon she was sure she’d be shivering.

As much as she feared another hard spanking, the chill was becoming unendurable. She held out for as long as she could, but ultimately had to do something. She’d already tried unzipping her bag herself so that she could slip into it, but the way her hands were bound and secured made that impossible. She slowly got up onto her knees. Her ankles were still hobbled, and they complicated the maneuver.

“Will,” she called out softly, unsure whether he was asleep or not. When he didn’t move, she called out his name again, louder. He stirred then, but only briefly, and he didn’t answer her.

“Mr. Longstreet,” she said. “Mr. Longstreet? Please, I’m cold.” She tried to sound helpless and pitiful. She saw him stir again, but he still didn’t answer. Was he really such a sound sleeper? She nibbled at her lower lip, wondering if it would be a good idea to go over to him and give him a nudge. Her sore bottom suggested that it probably wouldn’t be. What could she do? She couldn’t stay like this.

Then she remembered something he had told her earlier. It was difficult for her to say the word, but if it meant she could be warm, she could do it.

“Master,” she called out. “Master?”

He stirred again, and then sat up.

“What is it, Alexa?” he asked.

“I’m cold, Master,” she said. “Please help me.”

He threw back the top of his sleeping bag and stood up. Unlike her, he didn’t sleep in his clothes. All he was wearing was a pair of boxer shorts. Alexa wished she had more light to see him by. He was wide-shouldered, deep-chested and muscular, and she thought he was very pleasant to look at. All the same, she shrank back a little as he came closer to her.

“You woke me up, Alexa,” he said reprovingly.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she replied. “But I can’t stand it anymore. Please, can I get in my sleeping bag?”

“We’ll see,” Will answered as he stretched and yawned. He was very close to her now, her face on the same level as his…boxers. Alexa looked from his face, which she could still barely see, to those boxers, which she could actually see pretty well and back to his face. She licked her lips furtively. Her mouth felt a little dry.

“How’re the ropes?” he asked.

“They’re not too bad, master,” Alexa replied. “They are a little uncomfortable, though.”

That was the truth. However he had tied her, the bonds felt almost loose, but she’d already discovered that they were inescapable.

“Bend over so I can check,” he ordered. Alexa obeyed, and she felt him checking her hands.

“You’re okay,” he said. Alexa straightened back up…and there were those boxer shorts in her face again. She could make out the striped pattern, but not what the colors were. Well, she already knew that they were dark blue and white.

“But I’m cold, Master,” she said. She tried not to sound like she was whining.

“Alexa,” Will said as he tilted her head back with a hand on her head, “I know you’re completely new to all of this, in spite of all the orientation they must’ve run you through, so I’m going to cut you some breaks here and there. But you’re my captive.”

“Yes, Master,” Alexa agreed. “And I am cold.”

Will threw back his head and laughed.

“Maybe I can do something to warm you up,” he said. “I think I’m about ready to fuck that sweet, tight pussy of yours again. I might need a little encouragement, though.” He kept his hand on her head, moved behind her, and knelt down. Alexa felt him fiddling with something, and then he took her bound hands and guided them. She felt something very warm, very thick, against her palm.

“Give me a hand job, girl,” he murmured into her ear. “Not too hard, not too soft. Just help me to get hard.”

Alexa couldn’t help giggling nervously.

“What’s the matter?” Will asked.

“I…I haven’t given a hand job in years,” she replied. “I thought…I thought you’d make me suck you.”

“You’ll be doing that too,” Will told her. “You do remember how to give a hand job, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master. But it would help if you moved a little closer.”

Will pressed closer against her. His hands reached around to play with her breasts. Alexa shivered, but not from the cold. His cock felt every bit as thick and heavy in her hands as it had inside of her earlier. She closed her eyes and tried to picture what it looked like based on what she could feel. The head was big and blunt, the shaft warm and getting hard. She thought she could feel her captor’s pulse against her palm. Then he squeezed her breasts, gently but strongly, and slowly, lightly rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. She lost track of things for a moment.

“You’re doin’ good,” Will breathed into her ear. His warm, moist breath on her neck made her shudder. She kept stroking his cock with her bound hands. It had indeed been years since she’d given anyone a hand job, and she’d never done it under circumstances like these. But her captor didn’t seem to mind.

“Enough,” he said at last. He pulled away from her and stood up. Alexa could feel the warmth radiating from his body on her bare skin. She waited. Would he take her from behind again? Or would he make her suck his cock now? Or what? For a long moment, she simply knelt where she was, trembling from the cold and her anticipation. When he stroked her hair, she shuddered at the contact and moaned.

“On your back,” he ordered. Alexa obeyed. She resisted the urge to do it as quickly as she could, and instead went more slowly, feigning reluctance, even though she was almost desperate with desire. Once on her back, she raised and parted her knees for him, and looked up. He was standing over her, a dim and shadowy form in the dark. He didn’t move for what seemed like an eternity to her.

“Please, Master,” she finally begged. “Please.”

With that, he was on top of her, pinning her down so that she could barely move. When he kissed her, his short beard tickling at her face, she responded eagerly, using her tongue and encouraging him to use his by opening her mouth wide for him. He did, and then began kissing her neck and shoulders, making her writhe and gasp. When he nipped gently at her bare flesh, she moaned again. She spread her knees wider, wishing that he’d taken the hobble off of her ankles because she had an overpowering urge to wrap her legs around him. Then she felt the thick, blunt head of his cock pushing against her pussy, seeking the entrance, and she held as still as she could, panting and gasping and whining, until he succeeded. His face was close enough to hers now for her to see his eyes and his predatory grin as he slowly, powerfully, thrust his cock deep inside of her. Alexa stood it as long as she could, but the darkness, the isolation, her nakedness, her bonds, and his muscular body invading hers was suddenly too much to bear in silence. She tilted her head back and shrieked into the night. Her captor started pounding her harder, and she shrieked again, but it was a weak effort and ended as a moan. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t use her arms or her legs. All she could do was lie there in his powerful grip, panting and gasping and feeling that thick, long cock plowing into her over and over again.

Her orgasm gave her no warning at all. One moment she was half out of her mind from all the sensations assailing her, and the next moment the earthquake struck. Her body was wracked with violent and wonderful spasms. Sounds came out of her that she barely recognized as of her making. And her captor kept on pumping away. She thought she could hear him chuckling as he used his body to make her lose control of hers.

She came again, almost as strongly as the first time and now he let his full weight down onto her and quickened his thrusts. Weak, dizzy, gasping, Alexa tossed her head from side to side. She thought she was beginning to understand what Lydia had said to her in the shed. And then Will rammed himself into her and groaned like a wounded bull. She lay there, feeling his shudders, listening to his grunts as he came and came. Tears sprang from her eyes. She didn’t know why, but she began sobbing. It didn’t stop until he was finished with her, pulled out, and sat down alongside her. He stroked her hair, her neck, her shoulder.

“Still feel cold?” he asked. Alexa erupted in wild laughter. Again, she didn’t know why. Without warning, her laughs abruptly changed into sobs and tears again. She turned towards Will, seeking comfort. He began untying her hands.

“Easy,” he crooned to her. “Easy. You’re all right. You’re all right. You never did anything even remotely like this before, have you?”

“No, Master,” Alexa sniffled.

“Uh-huh. Well, I have. How long has it been for you?”

“Master?” Alexa felt her hands come free. She put her arms around him and buried her face in his hip. She could smell herself on him. She could also smell a faint undertone of his musk.

“How long since you’ve had sex?” he clarified.

“Um,” Alexa sniffled again. “Six months? Maybe a little more. I’ve been in training.”

“That kind of explains your tight, sweet pussy,” he said. “I was thinking maybe some of the exercises you do to keep in that incredible shape you’re in had something to do with it.”

“They do, Master,” Alexa said.

“Well, that’s good news. You feeling okay now?”

“Yes, Master.” Maybe she could call him ‘Will’ as long as they were just talking like this, but after what he had just done to her, she was more than happy to call him ‘Master’ instead, for as long as he wanted her to. She’d always enjoyed sex. Tonight she’d learned that she’d been paddling around in the shallow end of it for most of her life. She wondered how deep the deep end was. She wanted Will to show her. He could start right now, if he liked: But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him that.

“Go climb into my sleeping bag,” he said to her. “I’ll be right back.”

Still hobbled and harnessed, Alexa obeyed without thinking. His bag was a bit larger than hers, and very warm. Best of all, it was permeated with his scent. She snuggled in, tired and happy.