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heels. And he likes the way her pubic bush is framed by the black garters. She likes the fact that he likes it – that she can turn him on with something as simple as lingerie.
    “Go to the tree,” he motions.
    He reaches for something in the back of his car.
    She lets her dress fall to the ground and steps out of it. The air is crisp and fresh, and it carries the scent of sweet flowers. The soft breeze lifts her copper tresses, and she shivers slightly as she discards her brassiere. She trudges carefully towards the tree, the stubs of her heels digging uncomfortably into the soil. Vivid images of naked nymphs and earth goddesses entwined with wood swarm her mind.
    She turns to face him. He comes to her with a rope in his hands. Her stomach does a flip.
    “Put your back against the tree and your arms behind it,” he orders.
    She presses her back against the bark. The rough, uneven wood digs into her flesh as he goes behind the tree. He seizes her helpless, groping hands and winds the rope around her wrists – one, two, three turns. The rope becomes taut, but not tight enough to cut off her circulation.
    “Wriggle your fingers,” he says.
    She does so.
    “You feel them?”
    She nods.
    “Good.” He comes to the front again and sizes her up. She can see the flaring of his nostrils as he takes in a deep breath.
    He begins to unbutton his shirt. He has left his jacket in the car. She will never tire of watching him to do this – of watching the gleaming skin of his smooth chest being revealed in the ‘V’ of his lapels.
    A wave of desire sweeps through the area between her legs.
    He peels off his shirt, and his torso is hard and well-muscled in the waning light. Her breath stops in her throat. He’s beautiful. Marvelously, achingly beautiful. She longs to hold him, to run her hands across that broad chest – to finger his dark, erect nipples and skim her palms down his magnificently sculptured abdomen. But she can’t, of course. Her arms are tethered behind the tree.
    He undoes his belt, and a sudden frisson of fear trickles through her spine. She is still afraid of being beaten.

     
    “Don’t worry,” he says, eyeing her face. “I’m not going to spank or whip you today . . . though I might . . . tomorrow.”
    Her stomach clenches.
    He shucks off his pants and boxers, shoes and socks. His cock is ready and wood hard. Her pussy contracts, envisioning his cock inside her.
    He comes up to her. She gazes fearfully at his granite still features. She can smell his musky aftershave and feel the heat radiating from his body. Her mouth is very dry. Her muscles are all tense . . . anticipating.
    He bends down and seizes both her thighs with his strong hands. He presses her against the tree as he hitches her knees up and splays her thighs wide open. Her feet dangle from his grasp, the nose of her shoes pointing downward. The tip of his extremely erect cock nudges her pussy, sending a shock wave coursing through her clit and groin.
    “Ohhhh,” she moans. She wants him so badly.
    He doesn’t ask for permission. Without letting her go, he positions his cock – without his hands – at her pussy hole. Grunting, he thrusts himself suddenly into her. She’s already very wet, and as he spears his rod deep inside her, a hoarse cry escapes from her throat.
    He fills her – oh so wonderfully. His girth expands her orifice. Every part of her is stretched maximally. His cock head pushes against her cervix, lifting it.
    She closes her eyes in the utter bliss of it.
    He begins his frenetic rutting. Using the tree as leverage, he grinds his hips against hers. His rhythm is measured at first, and then it rapidly picks up speed. As does his breathing, which ascends into a rhythmic panting.
    She whimpers and trashes her head against the tree. Her hair whiplashes against her shoulders and falls around his shoulders like a spray. His chest is compressed against her breasts. Her nipples are squeezed between their two heaving