Chapter 5 #2
She continues to stare at me, the blush now on full display.
“Can you turn around?”
“I can.” I fold my arms over my chest. “But I won’t.”
“I’m not going to run away.” She protests.
I take my time letting my eyes wander over her body. The T-shirt she’s wearing covers her stomach but stops just above the small thatch of pubic hair.
She’s trimmed, but not bare. The dark curls are just long enough that I can pull on them if I want.
My cock thickens in my pants, pressing hard against the zipper, because I want to. Very badly, I want to curl my fingers into the small patch of hair and tug until tears spring to her beautiful eyes.
How sweet her tears must taste.
She finally gives up trying to out-wait me and works herself into a squat. Impressive, given her hands are bound behind her. In the dimness of the night, I can still make out her thigh muscles working to keep her from falling into the grass.
Remembering the empty fridge and cupboards in her apartment, my jaw tightens. The girl hasn’t eaten properly in months, of that, I’m sure.
She’s strong, but she’s skinny. From the picture Alexander showed me to what I see before me, I’d gauge she’s lost at least fifteen pounds, maybe more.
“Can you please turn around.” She shouts up at me when she’s still hovering but nothing’s happening.
“If you have to go, you’ll go.” I stand my ground.
She lets out a low groan and clenches her eyes shut, probably trying to pretend I’m not watching her piss in the grass. If I was a true asshole, I’d keep talking. I’d take away whatever curtain she’s put around her mind.
Finally, she manages to relieve herself, and when she opens her eyes again, they meet mine. Her lips pinch together.
“Did you enjoy the show?” She mutters as she moves up a pace from the puddle she’s made and pushes back up to her feet.
I grab the handkerchief I keep in the inside pocket of my jacket and reach for her arm.
“What are you doing?” She twists away.
“Cleaning you up.” I get hold of her and pull her close enough that I’m able to wipe her. She tries to snap her legs closed as soon as I touch her but then realizes I’m just cleaning her and relaxes.
“Thanks.” She turns her face away when I’m done and am still standing close to her. “Can you…” She kicks her right foot out, signaling that her pants are still around her ankles.
“Is that how you ask?”
A heavy sigh passes between us before she settles a heated stare on me again. “Will you please put my pants back on? ”
“Yes. I can do that for you.” I sink down to grab her clothing that’s bunched up and pull her panties free first. Slowly, I drag them up her legs, enjoying the trail of goose pimples that rise as I slide them over her thighs.
There’s a heat coming from her body, and I take a moment to inhale the sweetness of her scent. I leave the panties just at the top of her thighs and slide my middle finger through her pussy lips, grinning when my suspicions are right.
“What are you doing?” She tries to step back but gets caught up in her pants. I wrap my arm around her legs to steady her, which brings her even closer to me.
Without a word, I continue my exploration, dipping my fingers between her pussy lips and dragging the wetness I find there toward her clit.
“I think you like having your arms tied up.” I say, rubbing the pad of my middle finger over her clit.
Her thighs tighten.
“I don’t.” She grits her teeth and tries to twist away, but I’m still holding her, and I’m not done playing yet.
“Your panties are wet.” I tap the gusset of her white cotton panties that’s soaked through. “Did that happen when I tied you up, or when I promised to punish you for being a bad girl?”
She groans, turning away so I can’t see her blushing. But I don’t need to see her face to know she is. Her pussy tells me everything I need to know.
“You never said that.” She finally states, jerking against my hold again.
“No, not in those words, but your body seems to know what I meant.” I run my fingers through her pussy lips again, then bring my glistening fingertips out into the light so she can see for herself.
“I hate you.” She thrusts her chin up and looks up at the night sky.
I pop my fingers into my mouth, tasting her sweetness as I drag them over my tongue.
“If you say so.” I work her panties up over her hips, then do the same with her jeans.
Her eyes meet mine and hold steady while I zip and button her pants.
I lead her back to the car and help her get back inside before shutting the door. Once I climb in on my side I turn to her.
“Give me your hands.” I twirl my fingers so she knows what I want her to do.
“What? Why?” She asks while complying.
Without a response, I undo the belt and unwind it from her wrists. She sighs with relief and pulls her hands forward, rubbing her wrists and rolling her shoulders.
“You could have done that out there,” she accuses me as I start the car back up.
I lay the belt over my thigh.
“I could have.” I nod. “Behave yourself so I don’t have to use this again.”
I rest my hand on the thick leather strap and pull back onto the road .
“Whatever.” She curls up in her seat and rests her head against her window.
Silence falls between us, and eventually she falls into a light sleep while I drive us down the empty highway.