30. Crawl
CHAPTER THIRTY
crawl
ROMAN
CASCADE FOOTHILLS
“Too tight?” She asks, her fingers brushing against mine as she tests the ropes.
Imogen has always reminded me of a dessert, and I’ve definitely been enjoying savoring her like one.
“I asked you a question,” she purrs. “Are you comfortable?”
We’ve moved off the trail and into a more secluded part of the forest, but close enough that I can still hear the horses if they get spooked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She’s got me tied to a tree, standing straight up and totally unable to move, but at least no one will find us here.
“Good boy.”
This has been one of my biggest fantasies since my twenties, and I’ve been pushing it down for years, thinking no one would ever go for it. It was just something that sat in the back of my brain; something to think about in the shower. In the past, the woman in my fantasy was faceless, but now, all I see is her.
Imogen steps in front of me and pulls out a long silk blindfold.
“Ready?”
She looks exquisite, all that lavender hair flowing down over her shoulders. When the light hits it, I swear it glitters.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She places the cloth over my eyes and I dip my head, letting her secure it with a firm knot in the back. I feel her grasp my chin and she kisses me, her lips tasting like sweet champagne. A moment later I feel her teeth against my ear, warm breath fanning my skin.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” she breathes. “All mine.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight as Imogen pops the buttons on my shirt, working swiftly as she makes her way down. Cool air brushes against my skin, my heart thundering as her fingernails lightly graze my chest.
“You don’t have to be quiet for me, cowboy. I want to hear every single sound you make. Can you moan for me?” She whispers.
“Y— yes, Mistress.”
“That’s a good boy.”
Everything feels amplified— I can hear every rush of breath and every rustle of the wind through the trees. This is exactly the kind of release I’ve been craving. To completely submit to someone like this, to trust them so implicitly… it makes me feel fucking powerful.
“Fuck, you’re almost busting out of these jeans.” She grabs my cock through my pants, squeezing until she pulls a whimper out from the depths of my chest. “Is this all for me?”
The jingle of my belt buckle makes me squirm.
“Oh, baby, look at you,” she coos. “You’re all excited and I haven’t even started yet.”
The texture of her voice is almost the same as it was the night she first hit me with that belt.
“You’re such a tease.”
She sinks her nails into my thigh, making me hiss.
“Talk back to me again and maybe I’ll leave you like this. Can you picture it? What would it be like sitting out here alone for hours , cowboy?”
My heart pounds and my stomach turns in knots as I imagine her following through on the threat.
“I think I preferred it when you called me a slut.” I grin, knowing it’ll get her riled up. “Isn’t that what you said, darlin’?”
I can hear the gentle whoosh the leather makes against denim as she slides my belt off, followed by the dull thunk as it hits the ground. Blood pounds in my ears, an almost deafening sound, as her fingers work the buttons on my pants. I need to calm myself down, make sure I don’t lose myself too quickly. I want to hear her choking on my cock and talking dirty to me, not just suddenly come to my senses and have it all be over.
I tug a little at my binds as Imogen pulls my zipper down, compelled to run my hands over her body no matter how futile it is to try. Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock, and I groan with a mix of pain and anticipation as my head rocks right back into the tree.
“ Fuck .”
“Careful now,” she giggles, giving me a long, slow stroke. “You’re so big, I don’t know how you’re gonna fit all the way down my throat.”
I hate to be that guy, but this shit works on me every single time.
She slides her tongue along my shaft, teasing the most sensitive part of my cock, just below the head. Each swipe of her tongue is methodical, like she’s savoring a lollipop— and it’s all just to make me squirm. Thank god I have these ropes to hold me up, or this would be pretty goddamn embarrassing.
Imogen wraps her lips around my head and she gives me a few gentle sucks before releasing me with a pop. Electricity shoots down my spine as my eyes go wide behind the blindfold. I want to see everything she’s doing to me, picturing it isn’t enough.
“How long have you been planning this?” I ask, my voice shaking almost as badly as my legs.
“Hmm…” She clicks her tongue, swirling her finger around the tip of my cock. “That’s a good question.”
Damn, she’s good at tormenting me, and I want to see just how far she can take it. She likes bratty. She likes power play. I can be good at both.
“Then answer it.”
I hiss as she slaps my cock, the stinging sensation lingering for a moment.
“I should have gagged you– actually…”
All I feel is cool air around my body at her sudden absence, hearing leaves rustle with each of her steps. Suddenly, a piece of fabric is shoved between my teeth, and my mouth waters at the lingering taste of her. The pathetic whimper that spills from deep inside surprises even me, and her cruel chuckle returns with a vengeance as she delicately grazes her nails along my shaft.
“You mouth off again and I’m going to edge you until you fucking cry, do you understand me?”
Her voice is a lightning strike, setting my entire body ablaze, and I tremble as her lips ghost over mine. I wish I could see the look in her eyes right now. I try to speak, to tell her I understand, and that I’d do anything if only she’d touch me again, but I forget there’s a pair of lace panties stuffed between my teeth.
“Nod your head like a good boy. You want to be a good boy, don’t you?”
I obey, and Imogen rewards my silent nod with a sweet, lingering kiss.
“Now, to answer your question before you so rudely interrupted.” She spits on my cock, swirling her tongue around the crown. “I’ve been thinking about this since you played that naughty little trick on me with the vibrator. But I decided I would be gracious.”
A growl erupts from my chest and Imogen giggles, sinking her teeth into my thigh. I want to spit these panties out and moan for her, but I’m afraid she really will leave me tied to this tree if I do. At least until she decides to come back for more.
The next thing I know, she’s taking me all the way down her throat, the tip of her nose bumping my pubic bone. I smile, hearing her choke and sputter as her head bobs up and down, letting me get comfortable with the pace as that warm tingling sensation continues to build.
I hit the back of her throat and a whine escapes me, muffled and soft. I’m trying to slow down, to control myself. I’m panting, my breath coming in too quickly. Too hard. Pressure builds and builds. I’m trying not to come, but my heart is beating so fast I think I won’t have much of a say in the matter.
And it all keeps building.
Until I’m shaking.
All I can hear is the sound of her choking on my dick.
All I feel is softness and heat as I’m about to shoot straight down her throat.
And then she slips away, removing her hands.
Her mouth.
Everything.
The shock of it all makes me shudder, and I involuntarily smack my head against the tree, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes as the sharp stabbing in my skull only sort of covers up my desperation.
Then the ropes loosen and she rips her panties out of my mouth.
“Wh—”
The blindfold comes off just as quickly, the afternoon sun assaulting my eyes, and I have to blink for a few seconds to get rid of the little white spots. I look down to see the rope at my feet, following its trail for a few moments before finding her. She’s completely naked save for my hat that’s sitting slightly askew on her head, the other end of the rope dangled lazily in her hand.
She stares me down like I’m a fresh meal.
I don’t think my heart rate has slowed in at least ten minutes, and there’s no way that’s changing any time soon.
“I thought you said you’d be gracious.”
“And I can change my mind anytime I want.” She tilts her head, her eyes gleaming with a playful cruelty. “If you want to come, you have to work for it.”
“What?”
“Did I suck your brains right out of your dick?” She asks, her voice whetted with a mocking edge. “I said if you want to come, you have to work for it.”
I tilt my head, still a bit perplexed, but she’s already closed the gap between us, looping the rope around my neck.
“This…” She ties a knot before picking the rest up off the ground. “Is your leash, and if you want to be a good boy, you’ll get down on your knees and come when you’re called.”
She bites her lip, her cheeks bright pink.
“ Are you a good boy?”
I sink right into the role, nodding silently, but as I go to pull my pants up, Imogen shakes her head.
“Nuh-uh. I want you on your hands and knees, just the way you are right now.” She gives the leash a firm tug, making me stumble. “Crawling to me.”
I drop down, hitting the cool ground with a thud. A devilish smile eclipses her face and she crooks her finger, letting the rope slacken as she backs up into a tree. She reaches down, playing with her pussy.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
I’m so turned on I’d bark for her if she asked me to.
“Then come .”
She gives the rope another tug and I lurch forward, my eyes on her and only her as I crawl through broken sticks and leaves that cling to my palms. My fingers sink into the soil, my pants sitting around my knees, making me feel totally exposed. This is fucking humiliating ; a year ago, I’d be questioning my own sanity, and yet now all I want to do is please her.
I want to be her good boy.
“That’s it,” she moans, slowly strumming her clit. “You belong on your knees.”
When I make it to her, I immediately sit up on my haunches, placing my hands on her thighs. The action earns me a slap in the face.
“Bad boy.” She clicks her tongue. “I didn’t say you could touch.”
My head spins and all I can focus on is how it all feels. The ache inside me grows more intense, and I have to start battling the urge to get to my feet and take what I want.
“I need you bad, darlin’.”
She raises a brow, grinning from ear to ear.
“Keep talking.”
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I sit up a little higher, my nails sinking into her skin, and she sucks in a breath as I reach her pussy. “Please, Mistress, let me fuck you. Let me please you. Let me make you come.”
Just the thought of the taste of her makes me drool.
Her lips part and I test the waters, leaning into her pussy and giving her clit a gentle flick with the tip of my tongue. Her hips roll forward, but before I can go in again, she tugs upward on the leash.
“On your feet,” she commands.
I stand and she slides a coy finger under my chin.
“Now, fuck me until I break.”
She wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her up, pushing into her with one slow, delicious thrust. I’m desperate to watch her fall apart while I fuck her, squeezing her throat with each slam of my hips against hers. Her eyelids flutter, sweat gathering on her forehead as her eyes roll back and her body shudders with pleasure.
I grin at the thought of giving her a taste of her own medicine.
“Should I pull out right now? Deny you the way you’ve denied me?”
“No!” Her voice is hoarse and broken, like it’s been dragged through glass. “Nononono! I’ll be so fucking good. I promise I promise! Please , baby.”
I’m shaking like a fucking leaf, struggling to hold onto this position of power I’ve barely earned. Imogen’s fingernails dig into my biceps, and the pain is so exquisite I want her to draw blood.
“You’re pretty when you’re desperate,” I purr.
“Oh, God!”
“God’s not gonna make you come,” I growl. “Say my name, darlin’.”
She screams it out, her voice bouncing off the trees.
“Tell me what you want.”
A thin sheen of sweat glistens on her face and she smiles.
“Fill me up. I want to feel you dripping out of me for days.”
I groan, burying my face in her shoulder. The idea sends me reeling and I slam into her, dizzy at the thought of watching my cum dripping down her thighs.
“You want all of it?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please, Roman.”
Her voice breaks, her body twitching as she reaches her peak.
“Roman, I’m so close!”
Her nails sink into the back of my neck, locking me into this position. I feel like I’m being pulled apart at the seams, and even though I want to stay buried in her like this forever, I can’t stave off my climax much longer. Maybe it’s time to push things a little further, indulging in a fantasy I’ve only entertained a handful of times.
“You want my baby?”
I lift my head and her eyes burn into mine, her lip curling into a wicked grin.
“Fucking give it to me, cowboy.”
And then suddenly I’m coming, my climax ripping through me like a hot knife through butter. I cry out in ecstasy all while the vibrations of Imogen’s moans ripple through me. Sweat and saliva coat my skin and my thrusts start to slow down as my climax fades into the afterglow.
I hold her tight, running my fingers through her hair as our combined heart rates start to come down. Even though I know it was just a fantasy, that she’s on the pill and neither of us was being serious, the thought stirred something in me. As we breathe together, the breeze cooling our skin, it nags at the back of my mind, quickly blossoming into a stark realization.
I don’t want casual.
I don’t want friends with benefits.
I want every little piece of her.
I want it all.