Chapter 31 Lina
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Igulped. My blood heated. A flush traveled over my skin until my pussy was pulsing. “You think I trust you enough for that?”
“I think you want to. Do you trust me not to push you past any boundary you’re not willing to cross?
” His fingers intertwined with mine, raising them at our sides until he could spread my arms across the hitching post. He stepped between my legs, letting his thigh press against my center.
I involuntarily rocked forward, the slit of my dress inching up just enough for him to see the thong underneath.
“Fuck, Lina. I want to touch you so badly.”
“Fuck you, Reed. I’m pissed at you.” My eyes pierced into his. And I hoped it was the death glare I imagined it to be.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m a fucking asshole.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“I need you to hear me. You have to see what you do to me. I can’t stay away from you, sweetheart. You can be pissed off at me as much as you want, but I need you.”
“You fucked up.”
“Yeah, I did. It will never happen again.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I will never lie to you, Lina. I promise. Please, let me touch you. Let me show you. And if you need to fuck me like you hate me, I’ll give you that, too.”
My hands involuntarily balled with his. Fuck, I wanted him so badly. The tension was like an inferno inside me, ready to explode, and I needed the release. But I loved him so much, my heart was aching. I could easily hate-fuck him right now, but there was no way for me to protect my heart in this.
“Fuck me,” I said through gritted teeth. “I can’t stand here and not let you touch me, Reed. This is just too much. Too much anger. Too much hurt. Too much love. It needs to go somewhere.”
“Then let me help you, sweetheart.”
I raised my chin in near defiance, tipping it slightly in a brief nod.
“Thank fuck. Keep your arms there, baby, so I can feel you.” I did as he said, arching off the beam of the hitching post toward every place his hands traveled.
“All of you.” Over my breasts, the curve of my stomach, my hips, until he reached my panties beneath my dress.
His fingertips dragged along the edge, dipping ever so slightly beneath.
“Reed.” I whispered his name as if he were my god.
“Getting mad at me makes you wet, doesn’t it? Is it the fact that I’ll have to make it up to you? Or is it the thought of me taking control?” His voice was husky in my ear, each word like a caress over my clit.
“Yes. Yes to fucking all of that.”
“How am I going to keep you from touching me? How am I going to keep you from falling when I fuck you?” His large hands continued their perusal over my body, reaching back up to my arms.
He spotted the rope hanging on the end of the post, a slow smirk breaking across his face.
His eyes caught mine, black in the night, yet bright as if a fire brewed behind them.
“I’m going to ask you again. Do you trust me, sweetheart?
You need to tell me now because I don’t think I can stop otherwise. I want you too fucking bad.”
My breath hitched as he gathered the rope up in his hands.
“What do you want to do to me?”
“Oh, sweetheart, too many things. But first, I want to fucking spread you out across this hitching post like you’re being served to me on a fucking platter.
Strip you of those panties that drive me fucking mad.
Then wrap this rope around those perfect little ankles, spreading you wide for me so I can see that pretty little cunt. ”
“Reed,” I moaned. His words alone were driving me to the edge.
“You’ll be crying it’s too much as I drive you to the edge over and over again with my cock buried deep. But you won’t be able to pull back or slow it down. You’ll just have to take it until you’re shattering on my cock.”
“Fuck, cowboy.”
“That’s exactly what I’m about to do. So what’s it going to be, sweetheart?”
I was still upset with him, and we still needed to have a serious talk.
However, that would have to wait until we were both not turned on and our heads were clear of this lusty haze.
Neither one of us was thinking straight––not right now.
All I wanted was for him to take control, dominate my body, let me release the coil of emotion that cranked my muscles tight enough to snap.
“Yes, I trust you with my body, but I’m going to need more from you.”
“I’ll give you anything you ask for. Do we need a safe word?”
“I need a safe word?” I nearly squeaked.
“Turn around.” I did as he commanded, keeping my hands on the hitching post. He started with my wrists on the post, first wrapping and then tying a square knot with the rope. “Now what’s it going to be?”
I said the first thing that came to my mind. “Jackpot.”
I watched him over my shoulder as he gave me a cute smirk that was borderline dangerous. “Jackpot it is.”
Giving the knot a good tug, he ensured it would not come undone but was not so tight that it would cut off my circulation.
He gathered two more ropes. Leaning over me, he wrapped his fingers around my jaw, tipping my head back to give me a kiss.
And not just any kiss. His mouth covered mine, his tongue forcing its entrance, making me moan while it stroked against mine.
He started to pull away and I leaned back to try to follow him, but the rope did its job keeping me in place.
I whined in frustration.
“Hold on, sweetheart. I’m in charge, so you just relax.”
He crouched down behind me, his palms coasting over my calves and up my legs, pushing the fabric of my dress up, revealing my ass. His hands never left me as he kissed every piece of flesh he could touch.
“Fuck, baby. Seeing those perfect ass cheeks split down the middle with a string of fabric. I just want to tug on it and watch it spread you open for me.”
“Reed.” My breaths were coming heavier now. I squirmed, my skin itching to be free. “Get them fucking off me.”
Stopping immediately, he stepped back.
“No, I’m going to need you to be a good girl and ask me again.”
“Please, Reed. I want your dick so bad.”
He chuckled, a deep, throaty laugh, while he hooked his fingers into the sides of my thong, dragging it down over my ass and down my legs. I could feel the warm breeze flutter across my soaked center like a tease.
“Step out.” He helped me step out of the thong.
Whether it ended up in the grass or in his pocket, I didn’t give a fuck. At this point, I just wanted him to fuck me.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
I widened my stance, but he nudged my feet even wider until they were right where he wanted them. Wrapping and tying my ankles the same way he did my wrists, he tied them on both ends of the hitching post, making me spread out for him.
“Lean on the post and stick out your ass. I want to see you on full display for me.”
He gathered the fabric from my dress around my waist, baring me to him. I didn’t know how much more I could take of this delicious torture. I squirmed. “I want you so badly, Reed. Please.”
“Look at you being so good and asking nicely.” He strummed two fingers down between my cheeks, pressing lightly on my tight hole before dipping into my pussy. I was so wet, they slid right in.
I ground against his hand, rolling my hips as his fingers dipped, then glided, out and over my ass. Pulses of pleasure throbbed through me with every slide of his fingertips.
“Fuck, Reed. You’re driving me crazy!”
“You need to use that safe word already, baby?”
“You’re going to have to do more than that for a jackpot, cowboy.”
“Goddamn, sweetheart. All you need to do is ask.”
“Please, Reed. Please fuck me with your big dick. I want you going hard and deep. Make me come, cowboy.”
Reed growled at that, obviously losing some of his control. I heard his belt jingle as he undid his pants. He brushed a light kiss over my ass while he took down his pants, and then I felt him. Thick and hard. Sliding through my slit. Gliding over my clit, spreading my wetness.
“Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”
I moaned, almost unable to bear the feel of his cock slipping through me, continually passing right where I wanted it.
“Touch me. Anything, Reed. Please.” I wiggled my ass, trying to position him closer to where I wanted him, but I couldn’t move.
The restraints held me in place. The rope rasped against my wrists as I strained against them, but they didn’t rub uncomfortably.
They only added to my arousal. I was dripping for him, and he was coating himself in me. “Please,” I begged again.
“Good girl.” He positioned my hips so my ass was sticking out farther for him, my head now resting against the post. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, the other pressing the small of my back to arch for him.
“Never question my intentions again, and I’ll give you what you want and need.
Tell me you’re my little slut for this cock. ”
He notched his head at my entrance.
My breath was coming quicker now with the anticipation of him right there. I was so greedy for him. “I’m always a slut for your cock, daddy.”
“That’s right, baby.” He inched in torturously slow, even though I was sucking him in.
His fingertips dug in at my hip, keeping me from bucking against him, making it so I felt each and every piercing hit my walls.
He was so thick, I had to breathe to release the pressure as he spread me wide open for him.
“God, your pussy’s heaven. You feel so good. ”
He started to move then, his movement deliberate and rhythmic as he thrust in and out. His hand gripped my neck to keep me steady, his other putting pressure on my lower back to create the angle he needed to hit that sensitive spot deep inside.
Our breaths came heavy now, punctuating the summer night, a featherlight breeze brushing across our heated skin. The distant lowing of cattle, the chirps of crickets, and the rush of the Deschutes River were our soundscape while Reed fucked me.
I could feel the coil deep inside winding tight. The pressure building, ready to burst free. “I’m going to come,” I whimpered.
“Not yet, baby.” He slowed down, gradually pulling out, making me shudder. “I’m going to keep you on edge, prolong your pleasure, until it’s so intense, you’re yelling jackpot.”
He swiped a finger through my soaked pussy before swirling it around my little rosebud.
“Breathe in through your nose.” I did as he said, his thumb massaging and circling the sensitive hole. “Now out through your mouth.” Just as I released a breath, he slid his thumb in.