Turning Leaves was confused at his controlled manner.
Up to now, he seemed to just stupidly follow after her, trying to flatter and impress her.
This wasn’t the look she was seeing in his green eyes now.
There was a determined look on his face that made her want to run.
She tried to control the quiver in her voice.
“Well then, I’m sure you want to see me happy.
Right now, I’m tired from the walk back here and I need to rest.
At home, I would have been given a horse to make a journey like this.”
“I told you, this is your home.
It doesn’t really matter that you’re tired. You’ll have plenty of time to rest, later.
Last spring when you first started your game with me, I almost chased you off.
I watched you try to maneuver jealousies with your friends by finding excuses to be near me.
Oh, I’m not under the misconception you love me.
I don’t even know or care how much you like me.
It was quite a game to get you here and still make you believe you were the one pulling the strings.
When your parents practically threw you at me,” he chuckled, “well, that was just a bonus to seal it.”
Turning Leaves shook her head, long black hair swaying with her confusion. Who was this man?
This wasn’t the simpering, drooling, lovesick puppy she’d toyed with.
“Now, let’s see what prize I’ve won for my patience.”
He had her cornered and placed a hand on each side of her head.
When he leaned forward to kiss her, she turned her head.
He reached behind and fisted her hair, turning her back to him and crushed his mouth against hers.
She tried to push him away.
“Stop this, Robby.
You stop this right now,” she demanded.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you’re making me really mad.”
He crushed back down on her mouth with bruising force and pressed his body against her.
She felt his hardened length pressing into her hip and finally got scared.
Tears began to spill down her cheeks.
He moved back and traced one over her cheek with his tongue.
“One thing the Vampires, particularly Constance, and I share, is our arousal of pain with our sex.
She’s used me as her source for many years.
Patrick taught her several tricks she shared with me.
I’m sure they’ll teach them to you, too.”
“Let me go.
I don’t know why you’re trying to scare me, but if you don’t let me go right now, I’m going to send word to my father,” she stammered.
“Not going to happen.
No one’s going to be riding in off the prairie for you.
I imagine your parents may have a slight twinge of despair about you leaving, but they’re probably already organizing Misting Waters’ joining with her warrior, and you occupy very little of their thoughts.”
The words stung because Turning Leaves knew they were true.
She reached up to slap him and he caught her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.
“I knew you’d be a wild one.
All that haughty arrogance you flaunt will be fun to tame.”
He dragged her over by the bed.
She batted at his hand as he picked up a leather strip from the dresser and wrapped it around her captured wrist. He yanked the hand behind her.
“Stop this, Robby stop.”
She quickly changed tactics.
“Please, Robby.
We can have a good time together, but you need to slow down.
Please.”
She’d let down her guard enough for him to grab her other hand.
He had worked it behind her to join the other one before she realized her words weren’t having any effect on him.
With his years of experience tying hobbles for the horses, he had her wrist lashed to the other one in seconds.
Turning Leaves was terrified at being secured into the vulnerable position. She opened her mouth to scream and his hand clapped over her mouth.
“No, no.
As you said, people are tired from the walk home.
It would be rude to interrupt their rest.”
He reached on the dresser for a kerchief and shoved it into her mouth.
The muffled wails behind the gag excited him while he tied it in place with another strip of leather.
Her panicked eyes and futile kicks fed his arousal as he began untying the laces on her shoulders.
She twisted and turned trying to get away from him while her dress slipped down to her waist.
His rough hands painfully grabbed onto her full breasts.
“I’ve dreamed of what your body would look like.
I’m pleased to not be disappointed.”
Any movement caused his grip to tighten.
She remained as still as the trapped animal she was.
He looked in her eyes and saw the exact moment she realized none of her games were going to save her.
He pulled her up and the buckskin shift slid to the floor.
His eyes focused then narrowed on the tight black curls hiding her center.
“That will have to go.”
Her eyes widened.
Oh god, what have I done?
She made a futile attempt to run as he walked away to retrieve a rope hanging by the door.
He easily caught her and dragged her back over by the bed.
His hands worked quickly wrapping the rope around her back and under her breasts.
He twisted them in her cleavage and wrapped them behind her neck, twisted again and went under her arms to run it over the top of her captured mounds.
He crossed them in the center and pulled the ends to the back securing the halter painfully tight.
Turning Leaves was screaming behind the gag as the hemp cut into her soft skin.
A flat calloused hand pressed into her chest as he pushed her roughly down onto the bed.
He took the loose end of the halter and tied it tightly to the headboard.
She was kicking furiously with her legs and crying uncontrollably.
Robby yanked on the rope and she groaned as the whole halter tightened agonizingly around her bruised breasts, forcing the swelling orbs up between the ropes.
Eventually, she lay still.
The pampered girl had never experienced such cruelty.
She lay sobbing while he removed her tall moccasins.
Muffled wails accompanied weak kicks as he spread her legs and tied them to the bedposts. She was too scared and in too much pain to be humiliated by having her sex spread open to his leering eyes.
“Yes, this has to go,” he murmured as he ran his fingers through her nest of curls and randomly pinched and ripped out a few strands.
His green eyes gleamed in satisfaction at her shriek.
He left the cabin and the terrified girl struggled against the bindings, each movement cutting off the circulation to her tortured breasts, forcing her to suck air into her nose and fall back in frustrated pain.
He came back inside with a small bowl of water and got a razor out of the dresser drawer.
As he shaved her pussy, she cried but lay still, afraid she’d be cut. Whimpers escaped the gag as she felt his hand stroke over her nakedness. “That’s better.”
His finger ran down the length of her bared split.
“Much better,” he murmured as he pried her further open.
“Now, let’s see what my woman has to offer for my attentions.”
He stroked her until she started to drip warm cream from her center.
Turning Leaves shook her head as the first cramp contracted her walls.
She desperately fought the feelings that were causing her hips to thrust against his hand while he laughed softly.
“I think you could become quite a little pain slut, Turning Leaves.
Your juices are already dampening the sheets.”
She gave a humiliated sob.
His tongue stroked her clit and she bucked into him.
“You like that, do you?”
She shook her head frantically as he dipped his head again.
She fought her orgasm for several more minutes.
When it finally exploded through her, she arched off the bed, torturing her bound breasts.
Pale bruises were already coloring the raw skin where the ropes cut into her.
Robby stood and removed his pants.
Turning Leaves wailed and shook her head as he knelt between her legs and rubbed his swollen cock through her cream. She felt the crown of the thick shaft center on her hole and begin to slowly enter.
She screamed as he pushed his length into her.
“I see the fear and hate in your eyes.
You thought your games were superior to mine.
I’m not one of your little Indian boys you could so easily manipulate, my love.
I’m the one manipulating you.
I’m going to make you grip me with desire while I spill into you.
You’re going to be bucking into me, trying to get me deeper before I’m done with you.”
She continued to wail pitiful sounds as his finger began to work her swollen clit again.
She had no control over her filled channel as it began spasmed grips along his buried cock.
Her moans of despair filled his senses and he closed his eyes, bottom lip quivering with the exquisite pulls against his shaft. “Oh, yes.
You were worth waiting for, my Indian.”
As he’d predicted, when the second orgasm ripped through her, she arched and bucked into him, screaming behind the gag as he continued to stroke her while he emptied into her. “Aaargh,” he groaned, as he held her hips, plowing the last drop out of his cock.
He dropped down beside her and rolled a nipple.
Latching two fingers onto the tip, he pulled and pinched until he was rewarded with her shriek.
He looked into her frightened eyes.
“I think you and I are going to have a very good life together.”
He kissed her forehead and rolled over to sleep.
Her shudders lasted well into the night until she finally fell into an exhausted sleep.
In the morning, she felt him move to get up and she stiffened.
“I think you should rest awhile longer, my love. I’ll bring you back some breakfast. You’ll need your strength tonight.”
Robby dressed and walked to the hall leaving her still bound to the bed. Constance made her way over to him, seeing the glow of a pleased man.
“How is our little Indian this morning?”
“She’s tied up at the moment, but quite satisfied,” Robby chuckled.
“I just knew she’d work out for you,” Constance smiled.
Robby finished a leisurely breakfast, prepared a plate for Turning Leaves, and returned to the cabin.
After placing the plate on the dresser, he untied her from the bed, leaving her in the halter with her hands bound behind her and the gag in place.
“I figure you got about five minutes before people start leaving the hall,” he said as he walked her toward the door and pointed her in the direction of the outhouse.
She was exhausted with shock, but the thought of anyone in the settlement seeing her naked and bound had her running.
Her mind worked frantically on where she could escape to.
Ultimately, she returned to the cabin in tears.
Robby looked at the frightened girl, enjoying her quivers and trembles.
He stroked his hardening shaft and she whimpered when his smiling green eyes turned to the appearance of a leer.
“I think it’s time to remove that gag.”
As he untied it, his fingers stroked her cheek and he whispered, “You can scream if you want.
Constance and Patrick would love to hear that.
It may excite them enough to come join us.”
He kissed her temple when she moaned.
“Please untie me Robby.
It hurts so badly,” she quietly sobbed.
“I’ll do anything you say.”
“Of course you will, Turning Leaves.”
He appeared to think about her proposal.
“I think your breakfast should begin with me.
If you finish all of it, I’ll remove the harness.”