Bound: The Inland Slave (3 page)

“That’s going too far! That’s none of your business!” She stiffened.

“Oh.” He smiled. Slowly, he tucked loose hair behind her ear that fell out of her bohemian twist. His soft-spoken words were like a lover when he repeated: “Are you a virgin, Katja?” His continued on, tracing his fingers down her neck, crossing her collarbone, and then rounding to her chest. He followed the cloth collar with his finger as he rose and fell with the curve of her breasts. He tore his eyes from her only a moment to watch his finger dip into her cleavage a second time. Then he carefully watched her reaction as he untied the lace of her blouse by pulling a single string. The bow slowly unraveled before he loosened the ruffled collar until her bodice stopped him. She trembled by his touch as he folded the fabric until he exposed her erect nipples. She inhaled until her lungs were full, and held her breath as he brushed his thumb over the sensitive pink skin of her areolas. Katja had no idea what to do, and was torn between loving the feel of his touch and knowing she shouldn’t let him.

She wished she could speak up to stop him, or slap him, but she let herself indulge in the feel of his touch a moment longer. Her curiosity piqued her interest. His eyes left hers, and they watched his thumbs dip in the deep valley between her breasts before he cupped the curves of her mounds and he lifted them as if gauging her generous size. He outlined her areolas with his feather light fingers, and then flicked her nipple. She jilted by the unexpected thrill. His eyes darted back up to hers as he returned her blouse as it was before, and then tied the small lace string. He brushed her nipples several times through the fabric as he dressed her. When she was covered, and the knot tied, she remembered to breathe. “You’re a virgin. I can tell, Katja.”

“I just don’t want you to try to control me.” She said honestly.

“You made your father swear I belonged to you by my command. What’s the difference?”

“You knew your place as my slave, and I was saving your hide.”

He ensnared both her wrists, and tugged her to his chest. He grinned. “And I know my place; you’re too young to understand the world. I
will
ensure you bear my child before your father decides to find you a more suitable match with added wealth. You’re father will send you away when you’re belly is big; he won’t want to explain you let a slave successfully bed you. I’ll be a farmer in another town, and we’ll live in a cottage your father provides until I make it profitable. And I’ll make damn sure to keep you in that house with at least four of my children. I will be the man of my own castle again, with my little wife by my side. Until then, you will not sleep with anyone but me.”

Lust swept over Katja. She was going along with everything he did, until he planned her life out for her. His thought out plan and intentions seemed too detailed, and she hated the idea of a slave impregnating her—or any man for that matter. She was too young for children. “You have it all figured out, for a man who has no idea what
I
want. I won’t put up with you speaking to me like this!”

“Oh, you’ll want me. And as I said, I’m determined.”

“You’re also arrogant, especially for such a lowly position, slave!”

“I go by Felix, not slave! And since I have nothing to lose except you—all the more reason to strive harder.” He was squeezing her to him with captured wrists. The heat from his wide body warmed her to her core. He wasn’t going to let her go, and it bothered her that she hadn’t tried to free herself. “Call me Felix or I’ll tie you to a tree so I can get a better look you.”

“Let go of me, you brute!” She squirmed to buy her time as she debated cooperating with him. A part of her, most of her, wanted him to touch her, but she knew she should fight her demise. He was a slave and far below her rank, but worse yet, fornication was criminal. She’d bring shame to her father for following through with his wishes.

When she didn’t call him Felix, he unleashed his belt, and lifted her arms to a nearby branch. “You barbarian! Let me go!” She thrashed her legs, being as unhelpful as possible as he shackled her fists to the high limb. She could barley touch the ground while on her tiptoes once he secured her tightly. He glanced at a small boulder before he decided to roll it under her feet.

When he made a circle around her, touching her legs as he stalked like a hungry predator, she threatened: “I wouldn’t come near me or I’ll kick you as hard as I can.”

Her warning did nothing because he stopped in front of her, and reached for her bodice. He paused, and flashed a cocky grin before he loosened the tight corset as he slowly unlaced each cross. He tugged at the bodice until free, and then began to open her top. She wanted him to touch her breasts, and expose them fully. The anticipation was agony, and as uncharacteristic as it was for her, she wanted the thrilling threat of being bare and vulnerable—as long as her nudity was for him, and him only, to see. She breathed hard as her craving for him mounted. She knew it was wrong, but deep down she wanted him to touch her again, and for this time for much longer.

Katja knew she couldn’t change her decision once she went too far, but she didn’t stop him when he unbuttoned her blouse. He revealed part of her breasts again, but this time he didn’t feel his way as he undressed her.

“You smell of flowers.” He said in a low, husky murmur. “I like it.” He traced her cleavage, and glimpsed her breasts before he said, “It makes me want to smell you down there.”

“You’re sick!” The idea sounded disgusting. Because she felt she needed to be more quarrelsome, and put up more of a fight, she added, “Let me down, or I swear I’ll kick you!”

“Nah, you would have done it by now.” He quipped, with his stellar, confident grin that she hated to admit she liked. She fought to keep her lips purse, though she wasn’t sure if she successfully hid her pleasure from him. He unfastened another button, and he let her heavy chest spring free of her top. With soft, creamy breasts fully exposed for his pleasure, he stepped back to look at her. “I would completely undress you, but I worry someone will walk by and see your body. I’m possessive of your curves, since I’m determined to make them mine.”

“That will never happen. I wouldn’t let you do this if you didn’t tie me to a tree!” She said in a fake tiff, and stomped her foot. His eyes darted to her breasts as he watched them bounce. He licked his lips.

“Never?” He chuckled, and his eyes lingered on each round, feminine mound. “You have a mouth watering set, Katja. Any man would be thinking he’d want to suck on you all day.”

“That’s disgusting…” she began to yell, but on second thought, she rather liked the idea of his tongue on her nipple instead of his fingers. When he took a step forward, she suddenly became nervous. “Stay where you are, slave!” She demanded.

He swept his eyes over her as each movement she made, shook her breasts. Her body mesmerized him, and eventually she couldn’t help but puff her chest out as if calling him over to lick her.

“If your body is even a little firm, you will have the most incredible shape I’ve seen.” He came to her, cupped her butt, pinned her groin to his erection, and licked the swell at the top of her breast. The tight grip he had on her, made it impossible for her to kick him, not that she wanted to. Instead, she squirmed to make her breasts slap his cheeks as she wiggled in protest. His tongue wet her skin, and the cool of the air bit her perfectly. For a moment, she forgot to struggle, and relaxed in his arms, as she moaned. He nibbled every inch of her chest, anywhere but on her nipples. His teasing was agony. He touched everywhere except the one place she wanted. He even buried his face in her cleavage and licked the hidden, soft skin between.

“You can lick me this
one
time!” Katja pleaded, hoping he’d hear her desperation that she’d never felt a warm tongue gliding across her nipple. She almost said please, but that was too far. She wasn’t ready to act willing.

Katja moaned, wishing he’d at least pinch her nipples, and fondle her if he wouldn’t lick her. His teasing was making her ache between her legs. “What are you doing to me?” She whispered in fear because of the power he had over her. He was quickly taking her to the threshold of making her need him. His deliberate restraint was as if he had purposefully brought her to a breaking point, and she was exactly where he wanted her—ready to be
his
slave. She wasn’t even trying to stop him. That had to change. “Let me go,
you bastard
!”

She gasped when he drew a nipple into his hot mouth, and he sucked her cold skin with delicious thrill. His warm tongue circled around her nub and began to flick it so quickly she was singing out a constant hum. Her hidden cave began to ache, and her body tightened. She lifted her leg, and wrapped it around his waist, surprised that his stiff bulge that pressed against her core somehow soothed her with heat. Suddenly he picked her up so high that she surpassed the branch. He had her sitting on his shoulders, with his head between her legs.

“Felix! Okay, I said your name! This is too high! Let me down. If you drop me, I’ll break my wrists!” She gripped the tree, but there was no need. He had a firm grasp on her as he lightly bit and licked along her thighs. Any notion she had that him licking her nipple was bliss, overshadowed the ecstasy of his tongue wetting along her inner thighs. “Felix,” she crooned in lust.

He hugged one arm around a leg and while his other disappeared under her dress, he rubbed the cloth between her legs. She gasped when he gazed her clitoris, and before she knew what she was doing, she accidently squeezed her thighs tightly around his head.

“What are you doing?” She begged he’d divulge what he was doing that had her aroused like nothing she experienced before. She guessed it was his tongue that soon pressed against her, and he worked her vulva until the cloth was wet. She closed her eyes, and relaxed with a loud moan. She should be putting up more of a fight, but she couldn’t ask him to stop. Everything he was doing was sending her into a whirlwind of intense cravings and relieving satisfaction.

He tugged her panties away from her clit, bit the fabric, and pulled the delicate cotton until it tore. “No.” She pleaded, not knowing how she would explain away torn bottoms. He forged on by licking her slick folds with his hot tongue through the hole he made. She wished she could grip his head to hold him where he was, but she couldn’t disentangle the knot around her hands. It was cruel she couldn’t cooperate with him, but maybe it was for the best. She could still demand he never touch her again after their one moment of pleasure. She gave into her lust and leaned back, letting the belt catch her. She was parallel with the earth when he wagged his tongue along her clitoris. “Felix.” She panted, and because she loved the sound of his name escaping her lips, she breathed out calling for him again and again.

He pressed harder with his tongue, and then sucked her sensitive skin, until he pulled her nub into his mouth and suckled. In a moment of rest, he slipped his tongue into her opening. There was slight pain, but she loved the wet heat and tolerated the stinging. He alternated between licking her clit and slipping into her entrance. He took long swipes, ensuring to pleasure her completely and slowly he sped up. “FELIX!”

Over and over, he lapped her sex, until she was dizzy with breathing heavily, and delirious with longing for him to take his actions a step further, whatever that would be. When he went back to flicking her clit, she felt her body surge. She screamed, filling the forest with her cry, as her body tightened, but her core began to loosen. At the moment of her climax, he stroked her nub with his tongue, and plunged into her opening with his finger. Suddenly she shrieked and squirmed, as she fought to kick him away from her. As he crisscrossed his tongue to wet her core, he curled his finger inside of her and painfully rubbed her walls. “THAT HURTS!” He rolled his finger inside her as she let out one last loud scream.

He promptly lowered her to the rock, and covered her mouth to silence her. He spoke against his hand, as his breath warmed her cheeks. “Now it will not hurt so much when you come to me for sex.”

When he removed his hand, she spat: “You’re out of your mind, you arrogant brute! That was the last time we’re doing that.”

“It’s Felix, little woman.” He smiled.

“Get me down! This isn’t funny anymore. You hurt me! I’m serious; that hurt!” He untied her. She shoved him away from her, hurriedly buttoned up her blouse, and fixed bodice as she watched him to make sure he kept his distance. “What did you do to me? It still stings.
No
, go home! I don’t want you around me.” He didn’t budge until her breasts were covered, and after that, he grinned in triumph. She glowered, rubbed her tender wrists, and then pleaded as she said with sincerity, “I…I want to be alone.”

“Let me walk you home.”

She glanced at the deep stream behind him, and with a quick plan made of anger, she hissed a consent. She stomped back to the trail and when he jogged to catch up beside her, she plowed her shoulder into his side as hard as she could, and knocked him into the water. He splashed into the deep, slow moving stream. She sniggered when he bobbed back to the surface, and gasped.

“This is frigid cold water!”

“I know.” She gloated because she managed to get him in. “That is because you hurt me!” She quickly spun on her heel, heading back to the house.

4

Katja woke up to the sound of Felix pleading, and of all men it could be, he begged her father for mercy. “Don’t flay me.” He described in full the horror of him tearing the skin off his back. She shuttered, rubbed her chest because she couldn’t stand the thought of him being tortured liked that. Having the act described to her with such terror in his voice changed her opinion of her father. He seemed cold and malice, and she wondered how Felix could stand being in the same house as him.

She knew better than to sneak up on him in the night, but she made the bed softly creak as she tossed and turned until he woke, and his mumbles quieted. “Come to bed.” She ordered when he was silent. It took no more convincing for him to slip out from underneath the boards, and appear next to her bed. He peeled back the many blankets, but paused when he saw her in a long, white nightgown. He was probably thinking she wore nothing underneath, and she knew he was aware of how she slept, because he watched her change behind the dressing partition while he hid from Annett under the bed. At the time, she’d slowly removed her clothes before stepping into her sleepwear, because she was fully aware he watched her.