Two people are paddling on a meandering stream, enjoying a smoke together. Eden smiles knowingly at me as he passes the joint and juts his chin toward the private beach we're approaching around the bend. A little thrill goes through me as visions of a quick skinny dip and a leisurely fuck swirl like eddies in the water. I grin with a gleam in my eye and paddle with gusto toward the oasis.
I start to pull out the makings of a picnic but stop short when Eden sidles up behind me and strokes the backs of my legs, up my luscious thighs and firmly pulls my hips against him, pushing my head down so my ass is on display for him. "Eden, shouldn't we..." but my laughing tone is cut short when he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls me back to his mouth against my ear.
"I'll tell you what you *should* be doing right now, little girl" he growls. Shocked by the suddenness of his tone, I inhale sharply through my nose and then exhale in a way that released every ounce of tension or distraction into the open air. I am here, present and willing, every hair on my body begging to know how best to serve his command.
The weed helped bring me to this place- what the self-care workshops call "mindfulness"- and I idly wondered if this compromised position was what they'd had in mind...? My pussy had started tingling the second he'd pulled me against him and now his hand wrapped in my hair was a puppeteer's string to a place deep inside my cunt- every pull created a throbbing pulse through my core, reverberating until the next tug.
And then his surprisingly soft mouth is on my ear and his much rougher hand is on my breast and it is all I can do to stay upright. A purr starts deep within my that turns to a gasp as he bites down on my earlobe- hard! As he continues to pull my lobe, he pinches my nipple and sharp pain takes over my consciousness. I instinctively pull away from the stimulus, but he clucks his tongue and chuckles as he effortlessly yanks my head back and his teeth are sinking into my neck.
And then somehow my body has been spun around and his lips come down on my open mouth. I am doing my best to take all of his tongue assaulting me. This is made easier by the moans he elicits kneading my ass so I am pushed against his hardness.
Without thinking, I try to wrap my leg around his hip, desperate to grind into his erection and nearly take us both off balance, held up only by his strength and a handful of my hair.
He pulls away quickly and gives me an appraising glare. I looked down immediately trying to evade his anger and just disappear, but he grabs my chin and pulls my eyes to his. He isn't a man of many words, but when he does talk, I am to listen carefully. In this moment, he takes his time, making sure I am present with him before he says in a measured tone, "You're quite the eager slut, aren't you? Did I tell you that you *should* grind your hungry little pussy against me?"
"You did not, Sir. I'm sorry! I just-"
"Did I ask you to make excuses? I'm not interested in your cheap talk. I want your actions to speak for themselves. Now- do you want to behave for me?" I nod vigorously, so he continues, "Excellent. I want that too, but first you need to experience consequences for acting out of turn. After that, you will only do what I direct you-to do nothing more. Do you understand?" Another nod, slower this time for emphasis. "Good girl. Now stand in front of that downed tree and wait for me."
Stunned, I move almost without knowing to the large fallen tree. I can feel my breathing is shallow with anticipation and my eyes are unfocused. I feel every sound humming in my body- the wind moving through leaves, a bird call, and Eden unpacking the boat and unzipping various bags. It could have been seconds or hours, but I want to please him with my patient stillness, so I stand away from the commotion.
After a short silence, his breath falls on my neck and I hear only, "stay still," before the chill of a blade runs down the length of my back and cuts violently through my flimsy top. A small gasp escapes my mouth before I know what is happening. The blade lightly skims my newly exposed skin- I shiver briefly- he takes what is left of the shirt and ties it around my eyes blocking out even the woods in front of me. Without a word, he cups my breasts and pulls my back against him, knocking me slightly off balance so I fall against his sturdy frame.
With one arm across my tits holding my tight, he unbuttons my shorts and they slide down to the ground. He nibbles on my ear again and my entire mission becomes not to rub my ass against him encouragingly like my body demands. He had been clear that I was not to take initiative and I want to please him desperately. This becomes all the harder when he starts moving, step by step forward, lazily pulling and pinching my nipple in the direction he wants us to go.
Instantly, I am catapulted forward, and the breath knocked out of me with my stomach burning from rough bark against bare skin. I am almost literally over a barrel, with only a pair of cotton underwear between me and the world and with no way of seeing my surroundings. A moment of panic gives way to the realization that Eden is gently stroking my inner thighs and I move them apart for his access.
"What a predictable slut- you can't keep your legs together for even a second when someone pets you." And with that, he gently smacks my thigh with the cold, flat blade. I freeze, my pleasure interrupted by his barb and the ominous uncertainty of what he means next. After the next smack, the blade presses more firmly into my flesh and slides up and under the cloth covering my ass cheek. He lifts up the material and lets the panties snap back into place...and I flinch. Eden laughs cruelly, asking if I'm nervous about something?
