Innocence Tempted (8 page)

I stopped on the path and took a deep breath. It was even harder to hike when I was aroused. Fuck. I forced myself to the top of the hill anyway. Luckily the path leveled off for a while after that. I paused again and stretched my warm muscles.

I was singing softly
along
to my iPod, and I never heard him coming.

His strong arms caught me from behind, one hand pressing against my mouth, stifling my scream
,
and the other circling my waist and pulling me to him. I recognized his scent before the fear had fully dissipated.
Cody.
He'd seen me pass by after all and had come after me. My body relaxed instantly when I knew that it was him.

I tried to turn and face him. I was going to punch him in the arm for scaring the shit out of me, but he didn't let go. I struggled to free myself, but he held tight. He pulled me off the path and deeper into the woods. I fought him, a small amount of terror swelling in my gut. I knew that I was safe with Cody, but I did not want to leave my designated yellow path. He was a much better hiker, and he knew these woods by heart. I would be truly dependent on him out here if I lost my bearings.

He moved swiftly, dragging me along behind him. My ear buds fell from my ears in the shuffle and the only sounds were his feet breaking through the brush and my muffled protests. I stopped fighting and concentrated on keeping up. It was all I could do to keep my feet under me.

"Keep quiet and no one will get hurt," he growled.

What? Oh. Oh!

The checklist that he had given me weeks ago had included rape fantasy. I had checked it as an experience that I was willing to try. Was that what this was? I couldn't deny that I was aroused by the idea, but
now
? In the middle of the fucking woods? I hadn't seen anyone else around, but that didn't mean that there weren't other hikers, or tourists on a horseback
-
riding adventure. What about the other ranch hands?

He shifted his position so that he was pushing me in front of him, rather than dragging me behind. He pressed something into my lower back and curled one hand around my hair, tipping me even more off balance.

"Don't fucking make me shoot you," he said in that same low voice.

I didn't think that he really had a gun pressed to the small of my back, but it was hard to know for sure. A lot of people in this town did carry concealed. He wouldn't do that...
would he?

"Please let me go," I whimpered. I wasn't sure if I was acting or speaking
the
truth. I knew that I could safeword, and it would all be over, but I fought to control the need to panic. Cody wouldn't hurt me. Deep down I knew that, but it was still frightening. I was really out of my element.

He pulled back hard on my hair. "I told you to shut the fuck up."

He dr
a
g
ged
me a ways f
a
rther into the woods, where I could no longer see the path. I fought back, striking him in the shoulder with my fist.

"You little bitch!" He caught my arm and twisted it around behind me.
Fuck that hurts.
He pushed me roughly, chest first into the bark of a large tree. My hands were caught behind me, and he was pressed up against my back. I could feel his accelerated breathing and smell his sweat. I was scared but undeniably wet.

I inhaled the s
c
ent of warm cotton before he pressed a worn bandana into my mouth. He didn't tie it around my head, and I knew that I could spit it out if I wanted to. There were subtle signs reassuring me that this was play. He was teaching me—trying me out. If this went well, he would be harder the next time. He was making sure that I could safeword, and I was grateful. This was intimidating enough.

I felt the familiar looping of a nylon rope around my wrists as he bound them together behind my back. My body responded to him as it always did. I wanted to submit.

No! If I were being raped, I would fight. I lifted my left foot and brought my heel down as hard as I could on the toe of his left boot.

Completely unfazed, he spun me around so that my back was to the tree. "Steel toes, you stupid cunt," he growled.

I whimpered pathetically. There was nothing I could do. My hands were bound behind me, trapped between my back and the tree. I couldn't run. I couldn't scream. He stood between my legs, the rough material of his jeans evident through my thin pants. He ground himself against me, pinning me to the tree.

He cupped my breast in his hand and pinched my nipple between his thumb and
fore
finger. I cried out into the makeshift gag. I fought as hard as I could with my legs, uselessly bucking my hips.

"That's right," he laughed in a humorless chuckle. "Fight me. Fight back."

His hands pushed my jogging pants down over my hips, dragging my panties with them. I fought even harder, but I was simply no match for his strength. He lifted one leg, pulling my pants down over my shoe. He didn't bother with my other foot, and my clothes hung limply around one ankle.

He pressed two fingers roughly into my core and rubbed my clit with his thumb. "Fuck. I think you want it. You wet little slut. You want my hard cock fucking you."

I shook my head no and feigned protest, but I did want it. I wanted it bad.

He didn't make me wait. He lowered his fly and stroked his hard length
,
giving me just a glimpse of it before he hitched my bare leg over his hip and sunk his full length into me. I screamed into the handkerchief and dropped my head back against the tree.

"Yes!" he growled, his teeth nipping at my neck as he fucked me hard. The rough tree bark bit into my naked ass and scraped my bound hands. I was going to be scratched to hell. I fought hard
,
seeking purchase with the one foot that was still on the ground and pushing off from the tree as best I could. I had no hope of escaping him, but fighting him made him take me even harder, and I fucking loved it.

I fought with every ounce of anger I had in me. All of that embarrassment and anger over the stupid job came rushing out as I screamed and thrashed. After a while I couldn’t even think any more; I was just one big emotional explosion.

His cock filled me over and over again as he controlled me with steady hands on my hips. He swore over and over again in my ear calling me every dirty name he could think of.

"You hate me don't you? You hate me because I make you feel what you don't want to feel. I'm going to make you cum so hard." He spoke in short spurts between labored breath
s
. "You can fight it all you want, but
…
" He thrust into me. “You... Will… Lose."

Fear and arousal gave way to the most primal struggle I had ever encountered. He was going to force me to orgasm, and I was going to hold out as long as possible against him. I cried out in protest. He was right. I would not win.

He shifted me on his hips so that he was holding me with one arm. He rubbed my clit with his free hand. No. No. No. I fought back.

"That's right," he purred. "Listen to your body. C
um
for me."

I squeezed my eyes shut. I would not. Oh God.

He knew my body so well. He maintained a hard steady pace with his hips and gave me just the right amount of friction against my clit. My nipples ached where he had pinched them, and my whole body shook with fatigue. I wouldn't hold out much longer.

"I fucking commanded you to orgasm!"

I tried to ignore his voice. I had never so badly wanted to follow an order. I breathed in shallow breaths around my gag. He did not relent. I held on to the pain in my back and arms.
Don't give in. Don't give in.

His teeth grazed the side of my neck, his tongue darting out to lick the sweat from my skin. I felt every inch of his hard body working against me. His thick cock filled me over and over and over.

I would never make it.

I screamed out from behind clenched teeth and gave in. My orgasm rose over me like a tidal wave of unending bliss. A variety of colors swam before my eyes, as my whole body caved to the intense sensation.

I fell completely limp, unable to move at all as he finished with me, riding me gently through, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me. I panted for breath and let him have me. I laid my head on his shoulder unable to speak even as he removed my gag.

"Shhh," he soothed. "That's a good girl. You okay?"

I nodded dumbly. I hadn't yet caught my breath. He supported my weight while he untied my wrists and righted my clothes. I slumped to the ground against the tree with my eyes closed.

He kissed my hair gently and pressed a water bottle to my lips. "Drink," he commanded softly. I did as I was told. He held me sweetly until I had regained my senses.

"Did you like that?" he finally asked.

"Do you really have to ask?" I returned, my eyes meeting his for the first time since I had passed him in the pasture.

"Come on," he said, helping me to my feet. "I need to get back to work. I'll walk you back to your truck."

I sat in my kitchen waiting for Kat. She was scheduled to come to my house tonight, and after our impromptu session in the woods yesterday, I was glad I was seeing her again so soon. I didn't think I had hurt her, but I really hadn't had the time to do proper aftercare either, and I wanted to make sure that she was all right. Sometimes the adrenalin
e
produced by a scene like that would make it impossible to feel pain or true fear until a while later. I wanted to talk about it now that she had time to come down from the high.

She was late. It irritated and worried me. She was never late.

I watched the minutes tick by on the microwave. Where the hell was she?

I looked out the wi
n
dow at the empty driveway. It was pouring down rain, a very real contrast to yesterday's sunshine. I paced the kitchen.

It was twenty after eight. She was supposed to be here at eight. I glanced at the phone on the wall. I didn't like calling her because I didn't have any great desire for her father to see my name on her caller ID, but I would call if she didn't show in the next five minutes.

At eight thirty I called. No answer.

It was already dark outside
,
mostly because of the rain, and I didn't like the idea of her stranded out there somewhere. Should I go look for her? Was she upset about yesterday? What if I had hurt her? Why didn't she safeword? I was quite sure that she could have. She hadn't seemed upset when I'd walked her back to her truck.

I was still pacing the kitchen when I heard her pull up. I threw open the door and encountered a soaking wet Kat. She was literally drenched and dripping. Her dark hair was matted to her head and her arms were wrapped protectively around her chest as she walked from her vehicle.

"What the hell happened?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

I pulled her inside and went to grab a towel from the bathroom.

"I got a fucking flat tire on the way over."

I rubbed her hair with the towel while she pulled her soaked sneakers off.

"Did you get it fixed?"

"Yeah. Just my luck I left my cell phone at home by accident so I walked to the service station in town, but it was a good half a mile from where I was. I got soaked. I didn't have a spare, but luckily they had one that would fit in stock."

"Here, take your wet clothes off. I'll put them in the dryer for you."

She stripped awkwardly, peeling off her soaked jeans.

"Could this week get any fucking worse?" she asked. She seemed completely exasperated.

What did that mean? Was she mad about yesterday too? She was clearly upset, but I thought it was understandable, as she'd just gotten a flat tire in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"What else went wrong?" I asked. "Are you upset about yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" she asked, looking up at me. "Oh that. No. No. That was the highlight of my week. No. I got fired yesterday."

"Seriously?" I had seen her work. I'd practically stalked her for weeks before asking her out. She was a good employee. What could she possibly have done that would have called for firing her?

"Yeah. Fucking Mike asked me out, and I turned him down because he's a douche, so he went and convinced his daddy to fire me. Totally fucking unfair."

I'd never heard her use the word
“
fuck
”
so many times in one conversation. Well, unless you counted the times she was begging me to fuck her. She was really pissed.

I took her wet clothes and tossed them in the dryer while she ranted about her lost job. Personally I didn't think it was much of a loss. She was too good for that place anyway. She seemed embarrassed by it though, and it was clear she needed some closure on the matter. The flat tire hadn't helped either.

When I returned to the kitchen she had wrapped the towel around her shoulders, and her hair was considerably dr
i
er.