Bound: The Inland Slave Read Online Free Page A

tongue on her nipple instead of his fingers. When he took a step forward, she suddenly became nervous. “Stay where you are, slave!” She demanded.
    He swept his eyes over her as each movement she made, shook her breasts. Her body mesmerized him, and eventually she couldn’t help but puff her chest out as if calling him over to lick her.
    “If your body is even a little firm, you will have the most incredible shape I’ve seen.” He came to her, cupped her butt, pinned her groin to his erection, and licked the swell at the top of her breast. The tight grip he had on her, made it impossible for her to kick him, not that she wanted to. Instead, she squirmed to make her breasts slap his cheeks as she wiggled in protest. His tongue wet her skin, and the cool of the air bit her perfectly. For a moment, she forgot to struggle, and relaxed in his arms, as she moaned. He nibbled every inch of her chest, anywhere but on her nipples. His teasing was agony. He touched everywhere except the one place she wanted. He even buried his face in her cleavage and licked the hidden, soft skin between.
    “You can lick me this one time!” Katja pleaded, hoping he’d hear her desperation that she’d never felt a warm tongue gliding across her nipple. She almost said please, but that was too far. She wasn’t ready to act willing.
    Katja moaned, wishing he’d at least pinch her nipples, and fondle her if he wouldn’t lick her. His teasing was making her ache between her legs. “What are you doing to me?” She whispered in fear because of the power he had over her. He was quickly taking her to the threshold of making her need him. His deliberate restraint was as if he had purposefully brought her to a breaking point, and she was exactly where he wanted her—ready to be his slave. She wasn’t even trying to stop him. That had to change. “Let me go, you bastard !”
    She gasped when he drew a nipple into his hot mouth, and he sucked her cold skin with delicious thrill. His warm tongue circled around her nub and began to flick it so quickly she was singing out a constant hum. Her hidden cave began to ache, and her body tightened. She lifted her leg, and wrapped it around his waist, surprised that his stiff bulge that pressed against her core somehow soothed her with heat. Suddenly he picked her up so high that she surpassed the branch. He had her sitting on his shoulders, with his head between her legs.
    “Felix! Okay, I said your name! This is too high! Let me down. If you drop me, I’ll break my wrists!” She gripped the tree, but there was no need. He had a firm grasp on her as he lightly bit and licked along her thighs. Any notion she had that him licking her nipple was bliss, overshadowed the ecstasy of his tongue wetting along her inner thighs. “Felix,” she crooned in lust.
    He hugged one arm around a leg and while his other disappeared under her dress, he rubbed the cloth between her legs. She gasped when he gazed her clitoris, and before she knew what she was doing, she accidently squeezed her thighs tightly around his head.
    “What are you doing?” She begged he’d divulge what he was doing that had her aroused like nothing she experienced before. She guessed it was his tongue that soon pressed against her, and he worked her vulva until the cloth was wet. She closed her eyes, and relaxed with a loud moan. She should be putting up more of a fight, but she couldn’t ask him to stop. Everything he was doing was sending her into a whirlwind of intense cravings and relieving satisfaction.
    He tugged her panties away from her clit, bit the fabric, and pulled the delicate cotton until it tore. “No.” She pleaded, not knowing how she would explain away torn bottoms. He forged on by licking her slick folds with his hot tongue through the hole he made. She wished she could grip his head to hold him where he was, but she couldn’t disentangle the knot around her hands. It was cruel she couldn’t cooperate with him, but maybe