Abigail didn't know it was possible to fall in love so quickly. Yet here she was falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Jonathan was quite unlike anyone she'd ever met. He spoke with such confidence and authority; his sexy southern accent practically melted her whenever he called. His creative mind impressed her even though it sometimes kept her off balance. Her feelings for him were disconcerting, yet strangely comforting at the same time. Did he have some kind of magical control over her? Was he right for her? Abigail was past caring; she loved him and that was enough for her ... at least for now.
While the idea of hiking the Shenandoah National Park during the summer wasn't too appealing, Abigail was thrilled at his impromptu invitation. It was an opportunity to be with him again and this would easily offset any discomfort a little hike might bring.
Upon arriving at the park, they set out upon the Deadening Nature trail and headed off to explore the wilderness. They walked leisurely through the forest, talking and enjoying each other's company. Abigail actually found the canopy of tall oak trees quite comforting. It created a rather romantic atmosphere and served to temper the stifling summer heat.
After walking for several hours, Abigail asked, "Could we take a break?"
"Of course," he replied.
He spied a nice little clearing about 50 yards off the main trail. He walked hand-in-hand with Abigail to that location. After taking off his daypack, he withdrew a blanket for them to sit upon.
"You think of everything," Abigail said playfully.
He just smiled, handing her a bottle of cold water.
"Thank you," she said.
They sat and talked for what seem liked hours, neither of them in a hurry to go any further. 'This place was wonderful,' she thought. He sensed her daydreaming and placed his hand onto hers. She blushed, realizing he was staring at her.
Looking intently into her beautiful green eyes, he asked, "Abigail, do you trust me?"
"Implicitly," she replied.
"Good," he said, grinning.
He rose from the blanket, extending his outstretched arms to her. Abigail took his hands and joined him.
"Close your eyes?" he asked.
She did as he requested, wandering what his intentions might be. He retrieved a wide strip of black velvet material from the daypack and proceeded to place it securely around her eyes.
"Now open your eyes," he said.
"I can't see a blessed thing," she responded. She instinctively brought her hands up to her eyes.
"Stop!" he commanded.
"Okay," she said softly, sensing a bit of anger in his voice.
"Are you sure you trust me?" he asked again.
"Yes darling, I love and trust you completely," she replied.
"Okay Abigail, let's see. Extend both of your arms directly in front of you," he instructed.
Without hesitation, Abigail did as asked. It only took her a few seconds to realize what was being placed around her wrists... handcuffs. She heard clicking sounds as the metal objects tightened around her. Secured and blindfolded, she began questioning her judgment.
Abigail felt a hand grasp the chain between the cuffs. A gentle pull prompted her to slowly walk in that direction. After a short distance, the pulling stopped. She felt his hands securing something to the handcuffs. Then without warning, her arms were suddenly raised above her head. She staggered backward as the pulling continued. Momentarily puzzled, Abigail soon figured out what had transpired; she had been tied to a large tree.
'How well did she know this man after all?' she thought. A shiver of fear went through her body as she pondered her situation.
"Jonathan?" Abigail asked apprehensively.
Silence was all Abigail heard in response to her plea. She could neither see nor hear him, but was certain he was there. She could sense his presence. His eyes were upon her, watching her intently. Momentarily, she felt his breath on her face ... yes, he was close indeed. His beard tickled her cheeks as it brushed her. By the location of his breath, she knew his lips must be very close to hers. She desperately yearned for him to kiss her and diminish her fears. But the anticipated kiss did not come.
The dreadful silence made Abigail increasingly nervous. Her legs began to tremble slightly. 'Why wasn't he speaking to me,' she wondered. All she could hear was a faint rummaging sound. She wondered what he might be trying to find.
Her mind snapped back to reality from a tugging on her white cotton blouse. She felt the top of her blouse being pulled forward. Then a cool pointed metallic object was placed against her skin. It slowly traced the "V" of her neckline. On the second pass, the object paused at the bottom of the "V" and quickly vanished. As the pressure on her blouse relaxed, she realized the top button had been removed. She felt the metallic object touch her chest, parting the material and exposing the top portion of her breasts.
The next button of Abigail's blouse was pulled forwarded and it too was removed, opening her blouse even further. By now, Abigail had registered the metallic object to be a knife of some sort. Wild, vivid images raced through her mind as he methodically cut each button from her blouse. She wished he would say something, anything, but silence was all she received.
Abigail's chest heaved as he parted her blouse with the knife. Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath. He began tracing the outline of her bra. She squirmed nervously as the pointed edge traversed her bosom. Meticulously, he traced the top and bottom curves of her breasts before resting the blade in the center of her chest. With a quick flick, the lacy material was cut through. Abigail's breasts were completely exposed as the flimsy material fell to her sides.
A bead of sweat trickled its way down her chest. Abigail felt the knife tip as it lightly trailed across her skin, following the path of the droplet. Instead of proceeding downward in pursuit, it stopped in the middle of her chest. Once again, she breathed nervously, feeling it traverse her breast. As the knife tip circled her areola, she took in a deep breath. Unable to hide her excitement, Abigail sighed as the backside of the blade glided lightly across her nipple. The strange but highly erotic touch caused it to harden instantly.
He continued to tease her, gliding the knife back and forth across her nipples. When she felt his hot breath exhale upon her tender flesh, she wanted him to take a nipple into his warm mouth and suck it. Abigail's legs trembled but not from fear. His assiduous attention to her sensitive buds began to drive her crazy.
Abigail felt his breath trail slowly down her abdomen. Thinking he must be directly before her, she stretched out her leg, trying to touch him.
SMACK! echoed through the trees as his hand struck her leg.
"Ouch," she yelped, her leg stinging from the impact.
Afterward, she felt the knife upon her skin once again. This time he traced the outline of her day hiker shorts. The metallic object trailed ever so slowly around her waistline and then around each leg. As the knife touched her inner thighs, she noticed the knife point wasn't being used. While still metallic and hard, the surface felt blunt, smooth and rounded.
He rubbed the knife atop the cotton fabric, progressing its way up her inner thigh. As it passed between her legs, he slid the knife back and forth in an agonizingly slow manner.
"Ohhhh," she moaned softly as the knife's handle passed between her pussy lips.
The sensation was quite intense, however brief, as the knife proceeded across and down her opposite thigh. Shortly, she felt the material of her shorts being pulled outward and the warm steel blade sliding underneath. He pulled the knife upward and the material began to give way.
As the knife scissored its way up the outside of her leg and across her hip, she thought, 'Oh my God, he is literally cutting the shorts off my body.' In a likewise fashion, the other side soon succumbed to the knife. As the final upward thrust was made, the front part of her shorts fell to the ground. Once again, Abigail felt vulnerable and certainly exposed.
With her panty clad ass resting against the tree, Abigail began to ponder upon her situation. Deep down, she didn't believe herself to be in danger; nevertheless, she wasn't comfortable being in such a vulnerable position. Her 'what if' scenarios ceased as she felt his hot breath upon her loins. He sniffed her panties, inhaling the scent of her womanhood. 'God, he's just mere inches from my sex,' she thought.
As he slid the knife's handle between her panty-covered pussy lips, Abigail squirmed. God, she loved the sensation. With each inward stroke, the knife handle bumped her clit, sending jolts of electricity racing through her body. She squirmed from of the sheer pleasure it brought her. Her breathing became labored as her moaning increased. Each pass of the knife took her closer and closer to the top.
Without warning or reason, he stopped.
Abigail thrust her pelvis forward hoping to feel the knife's handle. Her efforts proved fruitless as it was nowhere to be found. Her mind raced uncontrollably, thinking and questioning: 'Why is he doing this to me?'; 'Surely he could tell that I was about to come?'; 'Why is he denying me?'
"Why?" she blurted out frustratingly.
She waited impatiently for an answer but an answer wasn't forthcoming. His actions were perturbing but his silence even more so. Normally, the sounds of nature would have been comforting but now they only infuriated her even more.
"Jonathan?" she asked insistently.
There was a long pregnant pause before he responded.
"Patience," he asserted.
"Patience?" she grumbled, replaying a number of conversations they had had regarding patience.
