He seized me by the chin and pushed his tongue, deep and possessively, into my mouth.
‘You horny little bitch,’ he whispered, letting me up for air. ‘I’m adding you to my collection. You’d better catalogue yourself, love, because I own you, and you know it.’
I caught his mouth with mine and made him kiss me again. And again, and again.
Did he mean this? Did he want to keep me? Did I want to be kept?
He pulled out, leaving his spunk to trickle down my hot, sore thighs.
‘You look beautiful,’ he said. ‘Fucking ravishing. And ravished.’
I wanted him to come back, come close, kiss me again, but he didn’t.
He walked away.
By the time I looked around, to see what he was doing, he had gone.
‘Jasper!’ I called, but answer came there none.
So there I was, hanging from a tree, dripping with semen, plugged and whipped in the open. The bastard.
After ten minutes, I became genuinely anxious that he wasn’t coming back. There had been an accident. He had taken an urgent call. He had fallen asleep.
The crackle of undergrowth lifted my heart and opened up my lungs for big breaths of relief.
‘That was mean,’ I called out. ‘Really mean.’
The crackling stopped and I craned my neck round, but he was just beyond my range of vision.
‘Please, Sir, could you untie me now? My arms are aching.’
‘I don’t know about that.’
My feet left the floor and I almost broke the branch in my efforts to twist around.
‘Will!’
‘Well, fuck me. Look what the bastard’s gone and got himself. A willing little sex slave. I knew he’d got you into his kinks, but I didn’t know what a pervy little slut you were. I’d have gone to town on you if I had.’
‘Fuck off, Will. He’ll be back any minute.’
‘I’d rather fuck you than fuck off,’ said Will.
I could hear the leer in his voice and I stiffened.
‘Don’t even think about it,’ I hissed, as threatening as I could make it from my position of humiliating bondage.
‘What would you do about it?’ He moved closer, sucking in a breath. ‘Ouch, that looks sore. Seriously, what are you doing with this guy? He enjoys hurting you. I don’t get it.’
‘I want him to. I like it.’
‘And, to think, you didn’t even know what a butt plug was …’
‘Yes, I did.’
‘And now you’ve got one stuffed up your bum. Did you have it in when he fucked you?’
‘Just … fuck … off. Don’t even think about touching me or I’ll have Jasper on to you faster than –’