Project Passion (4 page)

“
Braden.”

“
Yes?”

“
Kiss me a lot. Long and
hard and deep…hold on tight and make me do things…” Tears poured
down her face.

“
All right.”

And he proceeded to kiss Heather just
the way she wanted as those gaping wet eyes stared deep into his in
a kind of terror, and a kind of triumph. This was what courage
was.

Finally Braden broke off.

“
Any thoughts?”

“
Ah…ah…I am naked. I am
naked in the arms of a strong, powerful, handsome man…and I don’t
know what to think.” She sniffled but seemed better.

“
Let’s go up to the fire
where it’s warmer. I’ll pour us some wine and we can talk about
things. Put your clothes back on…for the moment.”

“
All right. Thank you.”
Heather grabbed at her clothes and quickly put the shorts on again,
careful not to get caught in the zipper.

#

They sat hip to hip in front of the
fire. Braden leaned over and built it up as Heather sipped more
wine. After a glass, her cheeks had a tendency to pull up into a
smile, but she was too scared. Braden put his arms around her when
she put the glass down, and Heather put her head on Braden’s
shoulder.

“
It’s okay to kiss
me.”

She tipped her head back with eyes
closed.

Braden didn’t need any prompting. The
rasp of his upper lip set Heather’s heart pounding, but then she
just let go and went with it as Braden’s tongue forced her mouth
open…

Having read about this, Heather pushed
her tongue into Braden’s mouth, eyes popping open to see Braden
regarding her in assessment. Then his big strong hand slid down
into the tight pants and onto Heather’s bum and he pulled her in
even closer. Heather clung tightly to him.

“
It’s going to work.” She
breathed hotly in his face.

Braden smiled at the words.

“
Strip for me…and dance a
little bit.” He kissed her again.

Slightly wobbly as her head was a bit
woozy, although she felt pretty relaxed, Heather stood up and moved
to one side of the fire. There wasn’t much to it. She undid her
cut-offs and let them drop to her ankles and then kicked them off
in the general direction of the corner of the blanket to keep the
dirt off of them. She flung off the shirt next, and stood there in
her nakedness, staring at Braden. She kneaded her breasts and felt
the familiar old tingle of excitement burn down low in her abdomen.
She’d only done this in the mirror before.

He watched her inscrutably from beside
the fire, calmly taking a sip of wine.

She turned around, looking over her
shoulder, and gyrated as best she could, feeling awkward but
definitely horny. It was an amazing moment. She had been afraid of
being afraid more than anything. She was naked, in the middle of
nowhere, and he wanted to look at her. She wanted him to look. Oh,
God, how she wanted him to look…

Rotating again, she stood before
Braden, sliding her hands up and down her body, fondling her
breasts, her ass and her pussy as she writhed as best she could.
She wanted Braden to want her, to make Braden horny. If Braden kept
this up much longer, Heather would have no choice but to launch
herself at the fellow and just try and seduce him…she didn’t care
how long it took. There was no way in hell she could run
now.

“
Come here.” Braden patted
the blanket beside him as Heather danced to the inner music,
leaving only the bow around her neck, the jewelry on her feet, and
some clip-on ear rings.

She dropped the loose moccasins at the
edge of the blanket, and squeezed in as tight to Braden’s hip again
as she could.

“
No…lay down on your
stomach.”

Complying, Braden gave her a long,
loving massage, starting gently but becoming more firm as he went
on. He did every inch of her body, from head to toe. It was
sensual, and reassuring, she had to admit. With the evening gloom
advancing, Heather’s slender white body was soft and warm under his
touch. She began to relax, to try and help him. He really was being
very nice about it, taking his time and everything.

“
Turn over.” Heather roused
herself from the luxurious lethargy and rolled over on her
back.

Braden held a breast and stared into a
fully-alert Heather’s eyes for a moment as her hands stroked his.
He squeezed and rolled her nipple around as she panted. His other
hand was on her stomach. She felt safer now with him. She clutched
as his hands, silently begging him with her eyes.

“
What did you say that
safe-word was again?”

“
Fuck my mouth. Fuck me all
night long. Please, Braden. Oh, God, please fuck me.”

Braden smiled and bit his
lip.

“
When I’m ready. But tell
me what you want. Honestly, that’s the best thing right now. I’m
like you—I want us both to have a good time. I can’t believe how
beautiful you are.”

She really was something.

Heather took a quick breath and then
let it all gush out.

“
You could hug me and kiss
me a lot. That’s always good.” Staring up at Braden, she gulped.
“You could suck and bite my nipples…kiss me all over. Finger me.
Love me, hug me, squeeze me. Stick your tongue in my ear. Nibble my
earlobes. Oh, and tell me what you’re going to do to me. Talk dirty
to me, Braden! If I’m bad, you could please maybe give me a little
spanking…tell me I look good. Oh, God, tell me I’m pretty, and
sexy, and that you want me. Fuck, oh, God, you wonderful, strong,
gorgeous hunk of a man…that would pretty much do it.” That was
quite a speech and he nodded seriously.

He held her as she trembled and shook
in his arms, tears dry now but with a look of pure neediness on her
soft, clean, oval face. She was very fragile and he really liked
this girl. He thought about the impact a real jerk might have had
on her. Braden had some guilt over this already…

Braden appeared to consider. Heather
looked up, so vulnerable, and so sexy. She was a submissive person.
She’d had a lifetime of it. Heather wanted freedom. She’d just have
to put up with some torment, in fact a lot of foreplay would make
things easier. It would be better for her. They had gotten this far
and they had all week. He moved around some, pushing her legs apart
and getting in between them.

“
Okay, pull your knees up
and then put your legs up on my shoulders.”

“
Oh!”

Heather had nothing to say, just
breathing deeply and staring wild-eyed at Braden’s big shoulders
and his face especially, as he fondled her cunt.

“
So you’re a virgin. Hmn.
Not for long, my little one.” Heather moaned and gasped as Braden
leaned in close, eyes locked on hers as he squeezed her breasts
with strong fingers, leaving a wet spot shiny in the golden light
of her right breast. He licked her mouth and all under her chin. He
bent low between Heather’s legs to lick and nibble at her
pussy.

“
Oh, oh. Please, Braden,
not too fast.”

“
So who am I?”

Heather stared with the most solemn
look. She swallowed. Her breasts pointed skyward, sharp nipples
bobbing around. He kneaded them gently.

“
I’m sorry. You’re Braden.”
She gave the first unrestrained smile he had seen so
far.

Realizing it herself, she took a
couple of deep breaths and relaxed visibly.

“
And who are
you?”

Heather thought for a half a minute.
She licked her lips and tears threatened. Braden did the
unthinkable. Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out something
that shocked her from head to toe in something akin to raw, hundred
and ten-volt wall outlet electricity.

He unfolded a black, plastic-handled
buck knife with a wicked point and curving end to the
blade.

Braden opened the blade as she watched
in sheer, unmitigated terror…she was having trouble getting enough
air.

He stroked it along his cheeks, making
a long, drawn out rasping noise. He grinned wickedly at her. She
licked her lips as he brought the tip of the knife just under her
chin. She twitched, and he patted her stomach.

“
Scared yet, bitch? God,
you are so fucking beautiful…oh, beautiful white lady. This ole
nigga ain’t never raped no nun befo’…”

“
I’m your bitch, Braden.
Oh, God, I love it. I love it. Please fuck me. Please fuck me,
sir.”

“
That’s right, and whether
you cooperate or not, you’re in for a long night. Because I haven’t
got fucked in a long time…and I’m going to fuck you fifteen ways
from Sunday. I’m going to rape you, Sister. The only reason I don’t
call up the boys…” He whipped out a cell-phone and showed her. “…is
because you is just too sweet to share. Not with anyone. You, my
lady, you and your lovely, juicy little cunt, are mine. All mine. A
whole fuckin’ week with you. Holy, Jesus, praise the
Lord!”

Sister Heather, hair swept out in a
shimmering wave of golden fleece, wept in joy, reaching up for him,
with her mouth quivering and twisting in sweet agony and
ecstasy.

“
Thank you. Thank you…oh,
thank you, Braden.”

Braden’s mouth plunged down on her
cunt again as Heather gasped and moaned and said things, begging
things, she stroked and caressed Braden’s shoulders and head and
then Braden stopped and brought his face up close to
Heather’s.

“
Any thoughts?” She shook
her head, eyes glazed in sexual tension. “This is what your cunt
tastes like.”

Their mouths locked and Heather
wriggled in his arms, closing her eyes and focusing on one thing at
time, the musky taste in Braden’s mouth.

They came up for air and Braden stared
deep into the pools of liquid that were the windows into Heather’s
soul.

“
Please Braden. Please let
me suck your cock.”

She sounded a lot more confident
now.

“
Are you sure that’s what
you want?”

Heather nodded, licking her lips and
borderline hyperventilating.

“
Yes.”

Braden gave her another quick kiss and
then went down again, just to make sure she knew who was in charge.
She watched him put the blade and phone away with a quick grin of
triumph over his shoulder. Her hands stroked his round, muscular
ass in long-repressed fascination. She couldn’t tear her eyes off
of him. Every muscle stood out in highlights.

He was pleased. After a few long chats
with Heather online, he really wasn’t sure how this was going to
go—he was a nice enough guy, deep down inside, and maybe even
prepared to have a platonic vacation in the woods, be polite to the
lady, and most likely leave early if it came right down to it. He
thought himself prepared for anything.

But this was going to be so much
better than that. As much as he wanted a good fuck, this lady
really needed him, which was a strange way of looking at
it.

#

He made sure to spend lots of sweet
time just talking to Heather. He kissed her a lot and she
practically swooned in his arms. She loved looking at his cock. But
clearly this was going well for her. She’d obviously been suffering
for a very long time.

After a time Braden reached over to
his small camouflaged utility bag, and pulled out several objects.
With shining eyes and parted lips, Heather watched in breathless
fascination as Braden tied her ankles with the first thin rope,
leaving a hobble of maybe a foot between the feet. Then it was the
wrists, again the length of black silken cord between was
well-calculated. With a flourish, he showed a black blindfold to
Heather, laying flat on her back in a relaxed pose, with feet and
legs straight out, hands resting comfortably on her belly, which
was stretched taut between hip bones and the bottom edge of the
rib-cage. Her eyes went from his face to his cock, fully erect and
looking very big, and back again. She seemed a lot more comfortable
now. While there was a bit of a breeze and a few stars were visible
between the boughs overhead, the low fire put out a radiant heat
that was pleasant.

The lake was quiet.

Heather tipped her head forward, as
the length of line between her hands just barely allowed her to use
her elbows in lifting herself up and turning.

The world went dark as Braden tied it
on her.

“
It’s okay, I’m not going
to hurt you. And I will stop when you say so. Okay?”

“
Don’t stop. Please don’t
stop, Braden.”

He smiled at that.

With a strong arm behind her
shoulders, Braden kissed her again, and Heather allowed herself to
be gently lowered on to the blanket, and she felt Braden’s weight
press on her for the first time.

“
Um! Um.”

Braden pulled away.

“
Is everything all right,
my little one?” He stroked Heather’s belly and thighs, and gently
sucked at her throat. “Hmn. What if I was a vampire?”

“
Yes, everything’s fine.”
She just wanted Braden not to crush her. “Actually, I was kind of
hoping you’re a rapist.”