Her heart bounding as if it would jump out of her chest, Melissa waited, patiently, eyes downcast, as Jake stood silently, unmoving, behind her. Her chest was throbbing once more from the binding which she swore was somehow getting tighter. Her round bum and the space between her legs still burned from his recent attention, and their combined desire oozed slowly from her slit, coating the inside of her thighs.
After a short rest to allow her to regain her composure, Jake stood and offered his hands helping her to her feet. Holding her boots open, he knelt to help her slip them back on her feet before slowly teasing the zipper up to her thighs while tracing his fingers just above the soft material. She had shuddered, visibly, at the erotic feel of his touch igniting her skin. It felt somehow more exciting than any touch she had felt previously, and she wondered how it was he brought her body to life as he did.
Finished his task, he stood, slowly, allowing his fingers to venture up her body as he did. They slid softly up between her thighs before detouring to her abdomen, jumping to her clavicle, brushing her neck, and finally coming to rest at her chin. He stopped for a moment, holding her captive in his gaze, before taking her lips forcefully with his, pinning her head in his large hand as his mouth and tongue devoured her.
As quickly as it had begun, he broke away, turning swiftly to gather the pants and shirt he had given her and flip them carefully over a tree branch before returning to her side.
"I had intended for us to have a nice normal hike before giving into our desires, but it seems your need for my darkness called it forth even sooner than I expected." Jake's voice was heavy with lust, and Melissa found herself shivering despite the warm sun on her bare skin. "No matter, there will be other days for a more normal hike. Today, it seems, we both need so much more. In case my actions weren't clear, you will not be allowed clothes the rest of the hike, save for the boots."
Before she could respond, he'd taken her hand, gripping her hard around the wrist and giving her no choice but to follow him. She felt as if she was his captive and her core clenched as she stumbled along behind him. With her chest bound, it was difficult to breathe fully, and she soon found herself breathless trying to keep up with his much longer and stronger legs as he hiked through the forest.
The sun moved slowly through the sky as she followed quickly, feeling the slick fluids squishing between her burning thighs quickly fatiguing from his eager pace. He moved as if he had a destination in mind, and was in a rush to arrive, and she felt the cold grip of fear at wondering what exactly would await her at their destination.
When she thought she could go no further, he had suddenly stopped. The space didn't look particularly remarkable, and she released a sigh that nothing overly nefarious seemed to be waiting here. It was a small clearing, bordered on one side by rocks in a mountain stream, and otherwise surrounded by large trees and smaller shrubs, all laden with the greenery of the abundant mosses so common to the area. A path had brought them here, and a path led further still, but Jake made no indication that they would be continuing.
"Stand here. Eyes down. Don't speak, and don't move, until I command you to."
His voice had been dark, and almost cold as he spoke, leaving Melissa shivering. Gone was the warmth she was used to feeling from him. And yet, there was something incredibly seductive about this side of him. She couldn't say exactly what, but there was no question of whether she would follow his orders.
She stood as he asked for several minutes. The sun blazed on her bulging chest, and the wind wasn't nearly cool enough to calm the inferno of her skin. Jake stood silently behind her, close enough that she could feel his heat, but he did not touch her and he did not speak.
As the moments passed, she struggled with the desire to disobey his command. Her body was fatiguing. The sun was burning her chest, she was desperately thirsty, and she was being consumed with curiosity. She tried to focus on the songs of the birds, the sound of the babbling stream, or the wind through the leaves - all things that would normally bring her relaxation. But no matter how hard she tried, her focus kept returning to her pain, her heat, and the presence of the man who stood behind her in silence. His presence unsettled her most of all. He had turned everything about her life upside down, and yet she'd never felt more alive.
As she succumbed to the visible shiver that passed through her at this thought, he finally spoke, and her eyes closed in relief at hearing his voice once more.
"I know much of what you're feeling right now. But tell me of these feelings. Specifically, I'd like to know three things: I want to know how your chest feels; I want to know how thirsty you are; And I want to know how badly you need to piss."
She couldn't help the soft moan as his final words turned to depravity. How he could make something so crass set her on fire she might never understand. But she didn't really need to. That it set fire to her need was enough, and she swallowed through the dryness in her mouth to answer his questions.
"My chest burns, Master. The sun is no doubt raging the skin that is normally hidden under clothes. And the extra blood in the area from the ropes is adding up to a pain and discomfort I don't know that I can adequately describe."
He hummed pleasantly, and she felt as he lifted one hand to her right breast, gently caressing the flaming skin with the back of his hand. Her legs almost buckled from the electricity his touch created, but she kept herself vertical and set her mind to answering his other two questions.
"I am desperately thirsty. My mouth is dry. And though I don't know how it's possible, I also need to piss very badly, Master. Though I didn't realize how badly until you mentioned it."
The hand that had been gently caressing the soft flesh of her swollen chest traveled once more down her abdomen, moving lower still to the inside of her thighs. Scooping upwards, he scraped their combined fluid from the inside of her legs, stopping to insert the tips of his thick fingers into her dripping core, just enough to pull free a slightly larger deposit of their pleasure into his hand. Lifting it to her mouth, his voice was strong and clear.
"Open. Use your tongue to clean my palm and your mouth to clean my fingers. Taste my pleasure mixed with yours. This is a reward for your divine description of how you are feeling."
His hand rolled as she opened her mouth, and even as her tongue worked to clean their flavor from his palm, his fingers found their way to the entrance of her throat, causing her to gag a little. The pleased hum he made at her reaction encouraged her, and feeling brave, she leaned into his hand, pushing his fingers to reach even further into her. She gagged violently this time, pulling her mouth free and coughing a ball of saliva, which dripped heavily onto her chest.
