Pleasure Bound - Complete (106 page)

The air smelled sweet and fresh and, moments later, she waded into the river. The current was rough due to the rain, spilling and splashing against her legs as she stepped into the cool depths.

Slowly and with great anticipation for what she would be doing next, Kayla removed her skirt and blouse, tossing the garments onto the dark riverbank, and then turned and waded deeper.

When the water wrapped around her thighs, Kayla sighed. Lifting her hands, she moaned as she cupped her breasts. They were swollen and tender and the moonlight illuminated her creamy curves. They looked so beautiful and erotic, her areolas and nipples dark against her light flesh.

With her thumbs, Kayla brushed the tips of her nipples with feather-like touches and moaned out loud at the intense, sexual heat searing into her breasts. She pushed her mounds together and bent her head, licking her hot nipples before pulling away and tweaking them.

Her entire body hummed, pulsed with heat and a longing she doubted she’d ever had before. She wished for Taylor. Wanted him here with her, like the last time she’d been in the river and he’d taken her.

Letting go of her breasts, Kayla spread her legs and ran her hands up along the insides of her thighs. Perspiration blossomed over her face as she slowly slid her fingers toward her swollen, aching clit.

She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as she swept a finger between her puffy labia and rubbed herself. The need to climax grew and impatience zipped through her.

Kayla rubbed harder, occasionally dipping into her wet vagina and then moving back over her clitoris, rubbing faster and faster. Her body grew tighter, tenser. Her thighs shuddered and Kayla massaged faster, fighting to reach the release she so desperately needed. It drew nearer, something strong and powerful.

Thrusting her fingers inside her pussy, Kayla cried out as the orgasm pierced through her like an explosion. Her hips jerked, her body shivered and the sensual need unraveled deep inside her core.

* * * * *

Taylor was glad she didn’t see him. She was a fantastic sight. Her curvy, naked body bathed in the moonlight. Wide hips, thin waist, curvy ass and the water splashing like silver jewels between her legs as she pleasured herself. Kayla’s creamy breasts bounced and her hips gyrated in a wild rhythm.

His breath erupted in rough gasps. Spasms licked his swollen cock as he stroked himself. The intensity of his erection gripped him instantly and, while she masturbated, he groaned. Taylor stroked himself harder, faster, the shudders overwhelming him, sweeping him toward the satisfaction he’d been craving for days.

He squeezed and pulled at his tender scrotum, stroked and caressed his shaft, fantasizing about when he’d taken her from behind in the river. He massaged harder, imagining himself pushing his engorged cock into her tight pussy, listening to her gasps as she climaxed.

Her erotic moans made him convulse.

Tension increased, spearing through him like erotic swords, snapping along his cock until he ejaculated harshly upon the sandy ground, spurting and hissing as the orgasm took him and swept him into the dark lust he enjoyed so much.

Taylor breathed harshly as he stumbled though the tall grass and let himself back into the cabin. Tossing one of the hair blankets over his torso, he feigned sleep, his penis hardening already as he waited for her return.

In another day, maybe two, he would be ready. He fought to control his breathing. It looked as if the stormy season had run into a lull. When Kayla returned and fell asleep, he would venture outdoors to get what he needed.

Then he would begin to put the plan of one of his darkest fantasies in motion.

Taylor smiled and closed his eyes.

Chapter Ten

The Statue of Liberty? Shock at seeing the Lady coursed through Kinley and she couldn’t help but sink to her knees in front of the statue.

Okay, things were happening way too quickly. First she’d fucked Blackie up against a pole in that wigwam shelter those blonde bitches had escorted her to. Then he’d managed to undo his bindings and they’d continued their frenzied fucking on those furs until they were both spent. Kinley would have continued, but he’d obviously had other plans. While she lay there on the fur bed, languishing in the after-sex pleasure, he’d quickly outfitted her with a ball gag.

After allowing her to dress, Blackie had bound her wrists with some leather rope he’d found in the shelter and, upon digging up a sharp stone from the dirt floor, he’d sliced the back of the shelter, fastened another piece of rope between her tied wrists and dragged her through the opening.

And then they had run.

They ran the entire night, with brief respites where Blackie would bind her to a tree and fuck her so sensually she came several times each session. Then while leaving her secured to the tree, he would double back and cover their trail before returning to lead her through the jungle once again.

Early this morning, they were greeted by the ominous rumble of thunder. Actually it had been echoing somewhere far off for several days, but now the thunder had drawn closer. It moaned nonstop, hence the urgency to find shelter to wait out the storm. The early morning skies were gunmetal gray and brief flashes of lightning zipped along the billowing clouds.

The lightning made Kinley nervous. Reminded her of the flashes of light she’d started getting over the last couple of hours, following a vague recall of those two women she’d been with in the swamp. She remembered blazing fire on water and black smoke and swimming. Always the same stuff. Something else made her uneasy, and déjà vu splashed through her as she gazed upon the derelict Statue of Liberty Blackie had brought her to. He’d said they would need shelter, and there was a place nearby to stay.

As Kinley stared up at the Lady, she 
knew
 she’d been to the Statue of Liberty before, visiting on several occasions. This monument looked the same in silhouette, yet very different in age.

This figure looked so old. Deteriorated. God, what had happened? Where the hell was she? Had the Earth gone through some catastrophic transformation? Is that why she’d lost her memory?

“Come. The shelter is on the other side of the Goddess of Freedom,” Blackie instructed as he waved to a black opening that appeared to be the door inside the base of the structure.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to go inside, because this was just not possible. This Statue of Liberty was not 
the
 one she’d visited before. Kinley had to be somewhere else. That idea did seem familiar. Yes, she had to be somewhere else.

Blackie had called this statue the Goddess of Freedom, for crying out loud. Maybe she was in another country? Maybe she should run away from here?

For the first time since escaping the Yellow Hairs, he’d left her untethered. She remained on her knees, her wrists still bound, her heart thundering in her ears as Blackie stepped into the dark opening and disappeared. Obviously he expected her to follow. A moment later he reappeared, a frown marring his face, a lit torch in his hand.

“Come.” He waved her over.

Yep, she had definitely been dumped down an Alice-in-Wonderland rabbit hole. Reluctantly, Kinley got to her feet and followed him. Not because he ordered it, but because she needed to find out what was going on. More flashes of memory slammed into her as she stepped inside the empty base of the statue.

This time, the flashbacks didn’t frighten her. They made her feel safe and happy. She’d been with people she loved. But who? The flashes turned into faces in front of her eyes. Fragments. Like a puzzle. Two other women. Young women. Teenagers. One tall. One petite, like herself. They were the women she’d been with in that swamp, only younger.

Who were they? They had names. Names she needed to remember. One was Piper and the other?

Anxiety gripped Kinley as she tried to remember, but she winced as a slow, dull throb built behind her eyes. The pain increased the farther they walked inside the base of the statue. Cold, damp air slapped against her and she couldn’t help but shiver. What she wouldn’t give to be back in that cave beside the warm fire, Blackie’s hands massaging her flesh with that ointment.

Abruptly he stopped, and Kinley crashed into him. She would have fallen had he not grabbed her elbows and steadied her.

In the yellow glow of torchlight, he studied her. His black eyes caressed her face, lingering on her mouth. Her teeth chattered from the cold.

“I can take you right here, up against this wall. It will warm you.”

Oh my gosh!
 She almost came back with, “no thanks, I’ve got a headache,” but thought better of it. He’d probably suggest fucking her would be the cure.

Yes, Kinley would love for him to fuck her right here, right now. Relive the frenzied coupling of last night and the times he’d frantically fucked her up against the trees. But the sex would just be sex, because he’d been infected with Passion Poison. He couldn’t help himself. He’d already entered Phase Two.

Renewed energy. Pale glow to his skin. Sweating, panting. Soon he’d be hungry. Then, according to those virgins, he would enter Phase Three where a man acted out his secret sexual fantasies. What would his be?

“I’m fine. Let’s just find a place where it’s warmer.”

To her surprise, Blackie nodded.

“This way,” he said gruffly and guided her through a partially open, rusted metal door that brought them out the back of the Lady. Above them, the skies were even darker with the threat of rain and he urged her to walk faster.

Tangled weeds wrapped around her feet and frustration gripped her as she stumbled several times. Ahead of them lay a sandy beach off in the distance and a shimmering blue ocean where seagulls swooped downward.

He ushered her down a steep hill into a lush green valley filled with tall, black, gnarled trees that towered sixty feet or more into the air.

Forget the Alice-in-Wonderland scenario. You’ve definitely landed in Oz.

She’d landed in an Oz world where the Statue of Liberty had totally aged. Maybe she was dreaming? Or in a coma due to her head injury and she was fantasizing all of this?

Kinley rolled her eyes. Yeah right. And she’d dreamed up this hot, dangerous hunk who liked to tie her up because she had a bondage fetish?

She shook her head and suppressed a laugh. Wouldn’t that go over well with the family? Anxiety swept through her. Family? She had a family? Her heart picked up speed and she tried to think, but frustration once again hit her as her mind went blank where family was concerned.

One moment she was following Blackie like a dutiful sex slave, the next she was standing beside him, staring at a spaceship wrapped in a tangle of trees and weeds.

Brown moss clung to its rusty metal parts and trees grew out from between several broken pieces. It had been here for quite some time. From the debris spread here and there, the impact had been brutal enough to shatter the ship like a cracked egg, but not too bad, as the crash had left most of it intact.

Get out of here. This is so not happening.

Kinley shook her head and her gut hollowed out in a really not-so-nice way as she blinked at the spaceship.

A busted spaceship? Near the Statue of Liberty? Near the ocean? Sure thing, dude.

She couldn’t think of a thing to say to Blackie as he peered at it, so she kept her mouth closed as her mind threatened to shut down.

“We will take shelter in here,” he said softly and pointed to the largest part of the ship. It lay at an awkward angle against a small cliff.

Kinley swallowed as another bout of unease slashed through her. Instead of flashes, screams screeched inside her head. Acrid smoke billowed and then, just like that, the screams and smoke vanished, leaving her weak and disoriented.

Jesus!
 What in the world was happening to her?

A flash of lightning sizzled along the treetops overhead, shocking her into following Blackie, who had disappeared inside the object through a three-foot rip in the hull. Perhaps being in a metal structure wasn’t such a great idea with lightning bolts forking all around, but it didn’t look as if they had much of a choice.

But just before she entered, something red hidden beneath some nearby foliage caught her attention. Reaching out, Kinley ripped away a piece of wet moss with her bound hands and uncovered a four-foot-sized piece of curved silver…red…blue…stripes.

Oh great!

Grabbing more of the wet moss, she ripped off another good-sized piece and stared at the markings.

Fuck!

A U.S. flag emblazoned the metal of the ship. Stars and stripes.

Blackie suddenly reappeared. He glanced at the flag, then grabbed her wrist, touching her bracelet. “It is the same sign as this. You must come from here.”

Here? Here? 
Was she an astronaut?

But why did this spaceship look like it had been here for many, many years? How long had she been walking around in the jungle? Years?

Oh, she was
so
going to freak out. She couldn’t stop herself from trembling. Too many questions suddenly raced through her brain and her world tilted. Everything went black.

* * * * *

Confusion and unease raged through Blackie as he wiped a wet cloth over Kinley’s forehead. She remained asleep.

He’d caught her as she’d crumpled right in front of him. What had happened? Had he hurt her in some way during their travels? Had the lightning hit her and he hadn’t seen it?

When he’d carried her into the wreck, he’d shouted her name over and over, wanting her to awaken. She’d stirred in his arms and relief poured through him. Yet Kinley remained asleep. He’d placed her upon the one bed and untied her hands, grimacing at the rope burns around her wrists. Capturing water in a bucket in the sudden downpour, he’d cooled her warm body. But she had no fever. And he did not know what to do except to let her sleep.

While Kinley slept, Blackie prepared food for himself.

He was so hungry. Famished. He was entering the end of Phase Two of the Passion Poison. Blackie shivered as he thought of Phase Three. Of his darkest fantasies. Of what he wished to do with Kinley…sexually.

Despite the overwhelming urges to touch her, to have sex with her, he dared not. He needed her to awaken. Needed to find out what was wrong with her. There had been a drastic change in her when he’d brought her to the statue of the Goddess of Freedom. The distant look in her pretty eyes. It was as if she were not there. As if he’d lost her for a little while. But then she had come back. Now he had lost her again to this mysterious sleep.

Instincts told him to lift her into his arms and leave this place. It was not good for her here, but the storms were upon them and he had no choice but to stay in this building—which was warmer than it would have been inside the statue of the Goddess of Freedom.

Blackie doubted anyone knew of this place. He had come upon it shortly after the Slave Uprising. In his newfound freedom, after escaping life with the dominating females, he hadn’t been able to stay in Death Valley for too long at a time without becoming restless. So he took many exploration trips, especially into the Outer Limits, the forbidden areas.

He’d enjoyed exploring the Goddess of Freedom as well as this metallic building. Now, as he gazed upon Kinley’s motionless body, he wished he had never brought her here.

He dribbled some water upon her dry mouth, willing her to part her lips and drink. Willing her to awaken. The liquid merely ran down the side of her mouth.

She slept.

Panic began to grow inside of Blackie again. Blowing out a frustrated breath, he headed outside into the stormy downpour. Rain beat onto his flesh. Thunder cracked in his ears and silver streaks of lightning blazed forks across the darkening skies, but he ignored the danger.

He screamed his frustrations into the rain and pounded his fists onto the hard metal until his knuckles bled and his perspiration mixed with hot blood and cool rain.

This was his fault. He’d been too rough with her. She was, after all, a female. Not as strong as males, but curvy and fragile and beautiful.

His gut clenched at the thought of her not awakening. What if she did not? A long time ago he had hit a male on the head during a gladiator fight. The male had crumpled. Had never awoken. Days later, he had stopped breathing and died.

Anger raged through Blackie.

He could not let the same fate happen to this female.
His
female. No, he could not let it happen.

Blinking aside the torrents of raindrops that threatened to drown him, he gazed around the overgrown area and tried to think of something to do to bring Kinley out of her unconscious state. But nothing came to mind. Just despair.

Raw, painful despair.

* * * * *

Blackie’s voice startled Kinley from the comfortable, snug cocoon she’d been languishing in.