"Do it, Rose," he says, and leans forward, pressing the head of his c.o.c.k roughly to my mouth. I close my eyes tightly and open up.

"Oh that's it, my love. Take me deep; all the way to the back. Now suck the head. Jesus Christ, that's so good."

I feel his c.o.c.k go all the way back, and I do as instructed. I suck and lick and try to get him off this way, knowing that if he c.u.ms like this then I won't o.r.g.a.s.m too.

He starts to shake, and I know he's close. His body is on edge and I suck harder as he thrusts against my mouth. Suddenly I feel him pull out and slide down my body a little, so he's sitting just below my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He grabs his c.o.c.k with his right hand and starts to jerk off, while he puts his left behind him and plays with my c.l.i.t.

"No!" I shout, not wanting to c.u.m like this. I can't move my arms or legs, so I'm just wide open to what he wants.

"Oh, yes, Rose. I want you to c.u.m while you watch me jerk off to you," he says, and pinches my c.l.i.t.

I try to bow off the bed, and I let out a helpless cry.

"Just let go, my love. Your body is so primed and ready to go again. c.u.m for me."

He pinches my c.l.i.t again and I do. The way he's using me, the way he's manipulating my body against me, has me c.u.mming at his command.

As I reach my peak I open my eyes in time to see his c.u.m splash across my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and down his c.o.c.k. Big thick spurts shoot out and my o.r.g.a.s.m goes on and on at the sight. I shouldn't be turned on by this, but I am. This is so dirty and wrong, but I can't seem to stop my body's reaction to him. What is wrong with me?

As he gets off the bed, and looks down at my body, he continues to rub his hard c.o.c.k. Jesus, does that thing ever go soft?

I turn my head in the other direction because I don't want to look at him. I don't want to see what he does because it turns me on. I'm embarra.s.sed by how I've reacted to this and I want to crawl in a hole and disappear.

I feel the bed dip and I close my eyes tighter.

"Please, no more. I can't. Not again."

"My sweet Rose," he says, and pets my legs. "You're going to take so much more from me. We're just getting started. I'm going to make love to you in every way imaginable. Then I'm going to really f.u.c.k you dirty."

"Oh G.o.d." The words tremble from my mouth. I can't wrap my head around what he has planned.

I feel him crawl between my legs and he kisses the inside of my thighs.

"No! Please no! Anything but that!" I cry out, but he doesn't stop. He keeps kissing up my thighs and I know where his mouth is headed.

"Why, my love? Why don't you want my mouth here?" he says, and he's centimeters from my p.u.s.s.y now.

"It's too much. Please don't. It's too intimate. I'll do anything else. I'll suck your c.o.c.k, or you can f.u.c.k me, just please don't do that."

"Listen to you. You're becoming such a f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e, just offering up everything to me. I knew you would love it. It didn't take as long as I thought."

I feel more shame flow through me at his words and my p.u.s.s.y clenches in response.

"f.u.c.k. I can see your p.u.s.s.y dripping already at the idea of how many ways I'll f.u.c.k you. But I'm going to eat this c.u.n.t, Rose. I'm going to taste our c.u.m mixed together, and I'm going to get your scent all over me." With those filthy words, his mouth descends on me, and I'm crying out.

He licks and sucks me, and all I can do is lie there and pull against my restraints. I beg and plead, but he's relentless, and within minutes I'm on the cusp of another o.r.g.a.s.m.

My poor p.u.s.s.y and c.l.i.t have been worked over and abused so much in the last hours that my body is giving up an o.r.g.a.s.m without much of a fight. When he bites down on my c.l.i.t I lose the battle and let out a shout of pleasure. He's taken something else from my body that I didn't want to give up.

Once I've come down from my peak, he crawls up my body, kissing me as he goes. I can't face him so I keep my eyes closed and my head turned to the side, but when he pushes his nose against my cheek, I can smell my p.u.s.s.y on his face, and I can't stop the aftershocks of my o.r.g.a.s.m from making me twitch with need again.

"Now where's my kiss, Rose? Remember, we always kiss after we make love."

CHAPTER FIVE.

COLTON.

I wake up more aware of her body than my own. Her arms wrapped around me, her leg spanning my belly, her hair everywhere. I am completely surrounded by her. I took her repeatedly through the night. It was like I couldn't cool the raging l.u.s.t I had for her. Having her spread-eagled, tied to the bed, I'm sure wasn't helping. Months of planning this, and she was finally here, spread out for my taking whenever and however I wanted. And I did. f.u.c.k, if my heart didn't want to leap out of my chest just looking at her wide, frightened green eyes, her lush body laid bare for me.

When my c.o.c.k finally went down, I crawled on top of her, my knees beside her head, and made her taste the mix of us together. I wasn't selfish enough to not share that with her. Eating her p.u.s.s.y with my c.u.m dripping out of her was pure heaven, and I wanted her to have a piece of that too. When she got my c.o.c.k all clean, I was hard once again, and I figured she might as well just finish. She made me hard, so she should take care of it.

"That's it baby. Now moan around my c.o.c.k so I know how much you like sucking my d.i.c.k. I bet you were trying to get me hard. You got a little taste of my c.u.m, but you wanted a whole mouthful, didn't you? I'll give it to you. I'll give you anything you want," I say, thrusting into her mouth.

My c.o.c.k slides in and out between her lips. Her big green eyes are wide and when she finally moans around my c.o.c.k, I can feel it all the way in my b.a.l.l.s. I f.u.c.k her face faster, my breathing growing hard with each deep plunge into her mouth.

Time seems to blur, and I have no idea how long I spend with her mouth around me. It could be three minutes or three hours. I am completely lost until I explode.

"Take it all," I grunt, still pumping into her face. "Drink every drop down." My c.u.m spurting down her throat.

Pulling my soft c.o.c.k from between her lips, I run the tip along them, smearing a little bit of c.u.m on her lips. She immediately licks her lips, and seeing it causes more of my c.u.m to leak out. Greedy. "Stick your tongue in the tip, Rose. Get all the c.u.m out, and clean the little hole."

She latches on to the tip of my c.o.c.k, getting every drop. I can feel her tongue going inside the tip of my c.o.c.k and sucking me dry. "Such a good girl, my Rose."

I lost count of how many times I took her last night, and there's no counting how many times I made her c.u.m. One time I actually pa.s.sed out on top of her. Then I woke up with her p.u.s.s.y contracting around me, pulling my c.u.m from me like a greedy little wh.o.r.e. She can protest all she wants, but her body couldn't get enough of me.

When I finally untied her, she wrapped herself around me. She might've been sleeping, but it just shows how much her mind and body are fighting each other.

I hate pulling myself from her, but my love need some care; my c.o.c.k is almost raw from her tight p.u.s.s.y and I'm sure she isn't doing any better. Heading to the bathroom, I grab a warm washcloth and some cream before I make my way back to her. She's rolled to her back with her legs spread wide for me. Her deep breathing letting me know she's still sleeping. She's lucky I don't climb on top of her again and get my fill, with her baiting me like she is, but I have to do what's best for my girl.

Running the warm washcloth softly between her legs, part of me loves seeing my c.u.m coating the inside of her thighs, and I hate that I have to clean it away. Once I get her all cleaned up, I apply a cream to help with any discomfort she might be feeling. I want her to feel what I've done to her body, but I want it to be a sweet burn, not one that hurts her. When I look up, I see her staring at me with a strange look in her eyes. She's still sleepy, but there's something else there.

"Morning, love," I say, tossing the washcloth and cream on the nightstand table before leaning down to kiss her. I'm shocked when she responds by kissing me back. Her tongue stroking into my mouth, sliding over mine, making a bolt of electricity shoot through me. How could I ever live without this? I can't.

This woman was made for me; she's my other half. She craves what I want to give her and she's come to see that. That I can be her everything, and fulfill any need she's ever had. No more writing out in her diary the dark things she craves, because I can give them to her. I crave doing this to her, and only her.

Hearing her stomach growl reminds me I haven't fed her. I sigh; it takes everything in me to pull back from her.

"I'll make us something to eat," I say.

"Okay, I need to use the bathroom."

Nodding okay, I grab her by the hand, pulling her from the bed. The room has a slight chill to it so I grab my bag off the table and fish her out one of my shirts to wear, sliding it over her head. She practically swims in the thing.

"Hmm thank you," she says, a light blush creeping across her cheeks, making me want to pull her to me. I'm sure she's going over the past twelve hours in her head. Remembering all the times I made her come, and got her to tell me she loved me. Maybe turning over in her pretty little head how much she liked it.

"Go on." I nod to the bathroom door. "Leave the door open, and don't wash yourself. If you need a shower I'll clean you, but first I need to feed you."

When she enters the bathroom I take my chance to head out to the car and grab some stuff. When I walk back into the cabin, she's just coming from the bathroom. Making my way over to the table, I pull a chair out for her, indicating she should sit. When she does, I toss the contents of my glove box on the table. The naked pictures I've had of her, and her diary.

I hear her gasp, but I just make my way over to the kitchen area and start to make our breakfast. I give her time to let everything sink in, and let her see how far this all really goes back.

"You read my diary!" she shouts from behind me.

A bark of laughter belts out of me, and I shake my head. "Love, we've done just about everything in that little book. Have I missed something?" I say while cracking a couple eggs into a bowl.

"Why are you doing this?" she whispers so softly I almost don't hear.

I turn and face her, and her deep green eyes meet mine. "Because I want to give you everything you could ever dream of."

"What if I want to leave?"

My eyes shoot to the door that I intentionally left wide open when I returned from my cruiser. She follows my line of sight.

"I'll give you everything in the whole G.o.dd.a.m.n world, Rose. Sometimes I think the only reason I exist is because without you I'd be nothing. The day I saw you my whole world changed. I'll give you anything you want, but what I won't give you is freedom from me. You'll always be mine. You'll have to kill me to be free of me, Rose. Can you do that?"

"Why won't you just let me go?" she whispers, and I smile at her.

"All right, how about this. I'll give you a thirty-second head start. If I catch you, you'll stop fighting me so much. Not completely, because we both know how much your fighting gets us off, but you'll stop being so cold to me. If I catch you, you'll stop making me drag I love you's from you. It breaks my heart every time you make me do that."

"And if I get away, you'll let me go? You promise?" she says with a little hope in her voice.

"I'll give you a thirty-second head start, but I promise there will never be any getting away from me. If you make it to the clearing on the other side of the woods, I'll drive you back to your car and we can pretend this never happened. But if I catch you, then we come right back here."

CHAPTER SIX.

ROSE.

My heart is beating out of my chest. I remember seeing the clearing on the other side of the trees when we got here yesterday. Hope creeps in my heart and I think I can do it. Thirty seconds isn't long, but I'm fast. I'm not strong, and I'm little, but I'm quick.

I look down at my bare feet, and think this could be problematic, but I don't pa.s.s up this chance at freedom.

"Okay," I say with more confidence than I feel. I stand up and walk to the open cabin door. "Thirty seconds," I confirm and look back over my shoulder.

Colton puts the bowl of uncooked eggs on the counter and wipes his hands off. He lowers his chin in agreement, and a devilish grin creeps across his mouth.

I nod and turn to face the outside world. This is it. My one chance to make a break for it. I take a deep breath and sprint off the porch.

I'm counting in my head as I bolt from the cabin. One, two, three...my feet feel the gravel in the driveway, but I don't pay attention to the pain. I push my legs as fast as I can and I have my sights set on the clearing.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen...when I reach the edge of the woods, my feet hit the leaves and sticks just as my lungs start to burn. Adrenaline and panic are flooding my body and making my body push harder than I thought. I can see the sun breaking through on the other side of the treetops, and I feel like I'm going to make it. I'm going to beat him and he'll let me go.

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two...suddenly I'm being wrapped up from behind and tackled to the ground. When he catches me from behind, he twists so he hits first, and takes the brunt of the fall.

My lungs are on fire, and I kick out with my legs as he wraps up my arms with his. "You cheated!" I scream, but he only laughs.

"I changed my mind is all, sweet Rose. Don't be mad," he says, hauling me up from the ground. "I saw how fast you were, and didn't want to take the chance."

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder fireman-style as he carries me back to the cabin, my bare a.s.s exposed. I try to pull the shirt back down to cover up as he carries me back inside, but he just smacks my a.s.s and laughs again.

"Baby, there's no one around for miles. You think I'd let anyone see what's mine? Never."

He walks into the cabin and tosses me down on the bed. I lie back, defeated from my getaway. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to make it.

Colton climbs on top of me and looks down into my eyes. "Don't be so sad, baby. Now we get to spend the rest of the night together," he says with a wicked look.

He climbs off the bed, and cleans my feet, putting medicine on all the little cuts I got from the woods. After he deems me patched up, he goes back to making me breakfast like nothing happened.

I don't remember how many times he reached for me last night, but I do remember that when I finally pa.s.sed out I clung to him. My body was so physically exhausted, and my mind so mentally spent, that I needed the comfort. I needed the tenderness of affection after such an intense day. I don't know what flipped in my mind, but after feeling what he did to me, and how obsessed he is, I knew that he would give me the comfort I needed. I knew that when I rolled over and put my arms around him, he would accept me with an open heart.

Colton may have done many things to me, but he would never deny me the physical love that my heart and body craved last night.

When we are finished eating, he washes me in the shower, just like yesterday. He is tender with my body, and lovingly washes my hair. Afterward, he applies medicine to my feet again and puts cream on the tender flesh between my legs.

It's embarra.s.sing being spread open and having him there, but there's an intimacy to his touch like I've never felt before. It's confusing, but my body responds to it.

He pulls back and looks down at my exposed p.u.s.s.y, and sees my wetness leaking. He c.o.c.ks his head to the side and bites his lip.

"I think it's time you gave me your a.s.s, Rose. Your p.u.s.s.y is sore, and I'm in need again," he says as he strokes his erection. He's been rock-hard nonstop since he woke up, and I've been waiting to see what he has planned next. A chill runs down my spine and I start to draw my legs closed.

"Please," I beg, and try to scoot away.

"Oh, Rose. We were doing so good. Don't make me hold you down."

"Please don't," I plead. "You're too big, you'll hurt me."

He smiles and grabs my ankles, pulling me back down to the end of the bed. "You should know by now I would never hurt you, my love," he says, and flips me over on my stomach. I try to kick my legs free, but he's so much stronger and I'm still so tired after my sprint in the woods. I feel the rope circle around my feet and I cry out.

"Shhh. Calm down. I won't hurt you, and it's going to be so good. You'll see," he says, and ties off my other foot.

He roughly grabs my hips and pulls them so my a.s.s is on display in the air. We're still naked from our shower, so I'm fully exposed, and shaking, knowing that any second he's going to f.u.c.k me in my a.s.s. Hard.

I feel his warm tongue circle my tight bud, and I cry out from the shock. I just expected him to shove his c.o.c.k inside me, and this gentle touch is confusing.

"Just relax, my love," he says, and pulls back.

Suddenly I hear him spit, and feel the cool saliva on my a.s.shole, and the tip of his c.o.c.k at my back entrance. "Oh G.o.d!" I shout, because this has gone from sweet and gentle to quick and dirty too fast. "Please stop. Please don't do this," I beg, and try to pull away. He has one hand around my hip, holding me in place, and he's using his other to guide the head of his c.o.c.k into my a.s.s.