Chapter One

 

There was some kind of rough, flat stone under my left breast and my nipple was grinding steadily against it as Liam drove his hips into my upraised buttocks hard and fast. My nipples are very sensitive at the best of times but were even more so now.

I couldn't do anything about it because my wrists were tied to the stump of a tree in front of me. I couldn't complain because he'd slapped some tape across my mouth. My hips were raised up and bent over another fallen tree, one about as thick as my thigh as Liam drove his cock gloriously deep into my belly again and again.

God, it felt good! It felt incredible! The hard, deep thrusts, feeling that big cock of his driving so high inside me and punctuated by the hard, jarring blow of his hips against my taut buttocks had my mind swimming in heat and hunger!

I could hear the sound of waves lapping against the shoreline a half-dozen feet to my left, and some birds were twittering off in the distance. Aside from that, there was only the steady furious slapping of his hips against my buttocks and my own ragged breathing in the small, treed inlet.

Every time I felt the head of his cock driving into me a surge of dark excitement rippled through my mind. And given how fast he was riding me, that meant those surges were sweeping through me faster than I could cope with them.

I cried out as he wound my hair around his fist and yanked it back, then again as he slapped my bottom sharply and stingingly.

"You like that, slut!?" he growled in a menacing voice.

He slapped my butt again. "It's what you deserve!"

My whole body was shaking and shuddering at the impact of his hips against my buttocks. The impact seemed to resonate, to echo up through my belly along with the crackling heat originating between my thighs. My mind was filled with a dark, wicked passion and excitement, my body inflamed by my own imagination and hunger as he used his big cock like a spear, like a weapon.

My nipple was starting to burn as it kept grinding against that stone, but it really was the least of the sensations sweeping through my body and overwhelming my nervous system. My hunger and my passion were scary things when released, which is why I have to take such care in how I arranged things.

Crack! He slapped my bottom again.

Crack! His hand came down sharply once again.

"Take my cock, slut!" he snapped.

I felt his big hands jerking my thighs wider and moaned as his cock pushed in just slightly deeper, so that it felt as if it was punching against the back wall of my pussy. It ached, but just the right way when combined with the dark heat roiling my mind and body.

Liam yanked back on my hair again and my scalp stung, and then he forced his hand in beneath my chest to roughly fondled my breast as his hips continued to pound savagely against me.

I was starting to lose myself, as I did during those worst moments, those darkest, hottest, most passionate times. It was like my consciousness melted, my personhood fading into this strange instinctive animal form. All cares and concerns disappeared in the light of the pleasure and wanton heat filling my mind.

I was making gurgling animal sounds, gasps and grunts, at every thrust of his cock, my mind hazy, my body flaring with more and more intense sexual tension. I knew I was close to an explosion and wallowed in the storm of excitement and pleasure flooding through me.

More than any other time, more than anything else I did, this was living, this was life, this was passion. Nothing else really came close. And then the orgasm hit and I screamed all the air out of my lungs, glad of the gag as convulsions wracked my body. My muscles spasmed uncontrollably, my hips bucking back frantically against his hard, plunging cock.

My mind was swamped with heat and a glorious sense of euphoria. I wallowed in it, wishing it would last forever even as he continued to roughly use my body, to slap and yank and grope me and drive his big cock into me with relentless speed and power.

My eyes lost their focus, my mind floating on the ecstasy gripping me, the pleasure flaring hotter and hotter, melting my brain. My orgasm continued for long, long seconds, nearly a half minute, in fact. When it finally faded it left me breathless and dazed, limp in both mind and body.

I felt his cock stopping even as his thumb pressed in against my wrinkled back passage, twisting and turning and slowly sinking into me all the way to the knuckle. There was little resistance given my state of mind and body. All my muscles felt as if they were exhausted from constant spasming. The ones in my abdomen ached.

His thumb pulled back and his cock slid out of me. Then I felt the pressure as he tried to push the latter against my ass. I moaned dazedly as he slowly began to sink himself into me there. We had discussed this a time or two and I always put him off and delayed. I hadn't given a flat no but honestly had not seen the benefit to me in allowing it.

Now, though, gripped by the languorous afterglow of that wonderful climax, I barely cared. And began to ache as he pushed deeper, taking advantage of my lack of resistance, using slow strokes but pushing deeper with every one.

By the time I really had enough of my mind functioning to feel a sense of disapproval and indignation, he was already deep inside me so I kind of shrugged it off as something already done. It wasn't the first time someone had sodomized me, after all. At least my body had been kind of oiled up with sunscreen so as to make it easier this time.

And I was in the mood, my mind in that frame of existence which loved being dominated, being manhandled, being treated like someone's bitch. Believe me, that wasn't how I live my life most of the time. I believed in equality as much as the next girl. Just not in bed. Or at least not all the time.

There is no way of telling a guy like Liam that you want to be tied up and dominated and used roughly, that you want them to pull your hair and slap your butt and call you names without giving up all control of your body. I mean, that was the thing that was so hot, the giving up of control, which made me feel lost and completely at his mercy.

And I was in that frame of mind now even as he pushed his big cock deeper into my ass and I moaned through the gag as cramps began to assail me. His cock was NOT small! And it ached as he stretched me out. I winced at another slap to my butt and cried out as he pulled on my hair. And during that distraction, he drove his cock balls-deep in my ass.

I cried out again and felt how very, very deep he was, the head feeling as if it was high in my belly as he ground himself against me.

"I always wanted to stuff my cock deep in this beautiful ass of yours," he said, slapping my bottom again. "This ass was built for fucking. It was built to be pounded, to be reamed."

I suddenly felt his breath against the side of my ear. "And so are you, slut," he growled.

His left hand released my hair and swept down and around my neck from the front. He squeezed and pulled my head up and back as I gurgled weakly. Then his hips began to ride me, that big cock sliding in and out of my tight ass.

He was half laying on me, his teeth nibbling on my earlobe, his breath hot against my ear, and I felt his right hand pushing in beneath my raised belly, his fingers pushing upwards along my abdomen, still slick with sunscreen, until they found my pussy. Then they began to rub right there at the sweet spot.

I moaned and gasped, finding it harder to breathe, his big hand tight against my neck as I struggled to draw breath. His fingers were doing marvelous things down there as his cock plunged in and out faster and faster.

I was feeling a strange mixture of alarm, anxiety, heat, and dark passion as he lay atop me like that, my bottom still raised up by the log. Sexual energy was crackling through my body and a liquid heat was flooding my mind.

"What a tight little ass you have, Rowan. I think I'll invite all my friends to come and enjoy it too. You hot little fuck-toy," he growled into my ear.

I was becoming lightheaded from lack of oxygen, black dots starting to dance before my eyes even as my body shuddered to the blows of his hips. When he released my throat I sucked in air with desperate relief, only grunting as his hips went into overdrive against my buttocks. My whole body shook to the hard, determined pounding as his cock skewered me!

And then, as his fingers rubbed furiously against me the passion and heat flared wildly. Suddenly I was into another orgasm! I felt a sense of astonishment at that, coming so soon after the first, especially with him pounding way up my ass, railing me the way he was. Then my consciousness fled under a towering wave of pleasure which drove me into something like rapture.

I trembled and shook even more than I had been as my mind was shattered by the intensity of the sensations gripping my body. God, it was so good! I felt so... used! Ravished! I reveled in being owned!

***

I whistled to myself as I paddled back to the cottage, feeling more than slightly contented and smug. I had done something outrageous and gotten away with it. Again. Nobody would have a clue. I had gone out to do a little canoeing, which was good upper body exercise, I'd been sure to tell my mother.

And stopping in to do a little exploration of an abandoned island was hardly unusual for me even if I decided to tell anyone about it, which I wasn't going to do. No one was going to guess that I had arranged to meet up with Liam, let alone how that had gone.

I was a good girl, after all.

Well... Sort of.

I was going to have a word or two with Liam the next time we talked, though. He had left me there just like that, gagged and tied to a tree stump. His only parting words had been "Maybe I'll come back and fuck your tight little ass again tomorrow, slut."

I mean, first of all, his free pass at calling me names ended with the sex. Second, yes he had made it easy to untie myself, but even so, a little help would have been good. I had to scrape the tape off my cheek against the side of one of the branches and then slide further forward and down off of the log which held my hips up so that I could bite at the end of the knot he'd used to tie my wrists to the trunk and pull it free.

It hadn't been difficult, but imagine if something had gone wrong and for whatever reason the knot had refused to undo! Moron! Mind you, I hadn't selected him for his brainpower, but for his body and his willingness to both indulge me in my kinky games and keep his mouth shut about it.

Of course, almost any guy would have indulged me for the opportunity to use my body the way he did. I was well aware of my value on the sexual market, so to speak. Guys had been chasing after me since I was twelve. A lot of them were kind of pathetic about it, too.

The problem was most of them were pretty pathetic in bed too. They had very few needs. The girl they were with didn't even have to be conscious. Anything satisfied them. They didn't seem to quite understand that the reverse was not true for us girls. Our bodies were more complicated and required a lot more time and effort.

The light was starting to fade as I rounded the bank and saw the dock ahead. There was a lantern hanging on the end whose light was already glowing faintly. The boathouse appeared next, and that was my goal. I brought the canoe in smoothly against the dock there then carefully stepped out and tied it against the edge.

Whistling again I left the boathouse and headed up towards the house. It was a broad lawn, and, feeling in a happy mood, I did a cartwheel or two before reaching the stone stairs and taking them up towards the deck and cottage above.

The deck ran the length of the building and was about ten feet deep, with lots of room for furniture. I bypassed it all and pushed open the door, stepping inside to the cool air-conditioned interior with its smooth hard wood on the floor and ceiling.

It was a chalet style, with a high ceiling and open floor plan. I could already smell dinner cooking and sauntered into the kitchen to see what it was.

"Yaba Daba Dooo? I said as I came in behind my mother and peered over her shoulder. "What's this, Mrs. Flintstone? Beef stew?"

"Beef bourguignon," she said, looking over her shoulder.

She frowned. "Must you wear that top? It really is too small for you now."

"It does the job," I said with a shrug.

"If the job is to draw every male eye in the room, then yes."

"I don't need a bikini top for that," I said in a cocky voice.

"Then I'm sure you'll want to change for dinner."

"Prude! If you've got it flaunt it!"

"If you've got it you don't need to flaunt it," she replied.

We'd been having these discussions for years now and neither one was going to win so neither of us put much effort into it. She had more or less given up any control of what I wore once I hit eighteen and got my first job. That didn't mean she was resigned to it.

"Bingle bangle bongle," I said as I departed.

"You're a very strange girl," she said after me.

I half turned. "I know, huh?!"

I certainly didn't want to be seen as too conventional or ordinary!

I ignored the backs of my younger brothers' heads as they sat on the sofa playing a videogame, though Lucas, who was Collin's guest, and not my brother, turned to stare as I went by. The admiration of lust-crazed adolescents was nothing new to me nor did I much care, and so I ignored him.

I took the stairs two at a time. The second floor hall was the same as the first. All wood everywhere I looked. Personally, I think you can take this rustic look a bit too far. Fortunately, at least the bedrooms were drywall and not more log cabin-type stuff.

I pulled off the baseball cap and tossed it on the dresser then ran my fingers through my hair as I gazed at myself in the mirror. It certainly was a mess, but I was pretty sure a brushing would do for now. I picked one up and started in on it, my eyes glancing at my chest as I did so.

Granted, with my hands up above my shoulders that kind of did stick my boobs out more, but I supposed my mother had a bit of a point. The bra covered my nipples (if only just), but it was starting to show some underboob as well as side boob. That wasn't all that classy.

I put the brush down, and took off the bikini bra, tossing it in the corner, then slipped off my cutoffs and kicked them after it. Maybe a quick shower wasn't a bad idea, I thought ruefully. I was sure nobody was going to be able to smell the sex on me, but I had been rolling in the dirt and grass and the rest of nature while getting royally fucked and sodomized.

I was such a dirty girl!