Michael walked beside me as we made our way through the forested trail. It was an overcast day; the sky was bleak, the sun hiding its face behind the gray. We had grown quiet; there was a taunt tension between us. It was almost tangible. I felt as if I reached out to him, the thin silver wire that our thoughts danced on would snap. “Mind if we take a break, sit for a bit sugar?” I inquired of him.

“Sure chica. To be honest, I was shocked you made it this far. You don’t strike me as the outdoors type. “He chuckled. I smiled sweetly, and then stuck out my tongue at him. He laughed loudly, he knew I had bratty tendencies…he tolerated them. What I had planned for today though, if he had known, he never would have agreed to come. I tossed my backpack on the ground, pulling out a bottle of wine and two glasses. He raised his eyebrow at me, as if to say...no beer? I winked at him as I poured the wine. “No sugar, no beer.” He sighed, and took the glass, sipping from it slowly. I sat crossed legged in front of him, and tilted my head as I began…”Michael…I asked you here for a purpose.” He took a swift swig from his glass, “And that is?” he lowered his eyes a bit, avoiding my gaze. There had always been this physical tension between us. The what if’s…that always were put aside by the here and now’s. He had already figured we were here to push our boundaries with each other, he just didn’t know how far.

I reached in the bag, and pulled out a coil of rope. Soft, dark red cotton rope, and laid it at his feet. He turned bright red and jumped up, “What the fuck Crystal? You know I won’t do that. Not my thing girl, not mention I don’t want to hurt you.” His rugged face twisted into a deep frown. I said softly, “Yes Michael, you will do this. You want to do this.” I slid my t-shirt off and placed it folded on the soil. Flustered by my sudden appearance of skin he took two steps back from me. “No I won’t…not a damn thing you can do to make me.” He turned on his heel and strode off several feet, then plopped down on the ground, trying to hold back his anger.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, adding them to the folded shirt. Next came my lace bra, then lastly my matching underwear till I stood nude in the cold forest. He couldn’t help but look, his frustration at me tightening the muscles along his arms and neck. The vein in his neck was bulging, throbbing in a mixture of fury and desire. I got on my hands and knees, the rope in one hand and crawled to him. He watched me, clenching and unclenching his fists as he did. I slid against his body, pushing my breasts against the thin material of his shirt. He shook his head, “I won’t Crystal, I swear to God I won’t.” I said nothing, laying the rope across his lap, stroking gently the hardness in his pants. I reached up, kissed his lips softly, and then forcing my tongue into the heat of his mouth. He groaned, his whole body stiffening as I kissed him. I wrapped my hand in his hair and pulled his neck back, licking my way along his skin. Then I bit into his flesh, he grabbed me hard pulling me into him.

“You will.” I whispered, weaving the rope around my neck, tying a slipknot then pressing the end into his hand. I kissed him hungrily, grabbing his cock that was still trapped under his clothes. I devoured his lips, sucking them, biting them…then I bit him hard enough to draw blood. From pure instinct he pulled on the rope, the cotton digging into my throat. I gasped, arching my back and moaning at the instant wetness that coated my pussy lips. He looked at me, his eyes pleading, “Stop this Crystal. Please. I don’t want to hurt you.” He relaxed his grip on the rope trying to pull from me. I moved quickly, my teeth finding his chest breaking the skin as I bit. Blood trickled down, soaking the fibers of his shirt, he growled. “Stop.”

“Make me.” I whispered, crouched on my hands and feet I lunged for his neck, he pulled hard on the rope flinging me to the ground. He lay on top of me, latching his free hand into my hair, yanking my head, nearly freeing my hair from its roots. Growling low he snarled deeply, “Stop it, I will hurt you Crystal.” I panted for air, the rope was so clenched around my neck my airway was restricted greatly. I gasped out, “No.” Then I kneed him right in his hard cock. He bellowed as he flipped me over winding the rope around my wrists and tying a fast knot. He grabbed my ankles before I could kick him and bound them. I lay in the soil barely breathing, dirt from the tussle on my skin, the red ropes spreading my thighs far apart. Michael jumped up, and paced back and forth, curse words falling from his lips. “Fuck…Crystal…fuck you for forcing this... FUCK YOU!” He turned towards me, his eyes now black with lust. My voice barely understandable, I uttered,” Yes, fuck me.”

He pulled down his pants and mounted me; he wrapped his hand around the rope pulling on it with every thrust as he fucked me. He bit me, far harder than I bit him, my pale skin bruising around the bite marks. He suckled the blood that flowed all over my breasts. His beast had been awakened. His dug his hands deep into my flesh, tearing at me. I would have screamed at the sweet pain if not for the rope ever so tight around my neck. He was frenzied as he pounded into me. The ropes on my wrists were cutting into me, my ankles; I was losing feeling in them. He let out a primal scream as he came into my pussy. His body went into spasms from the power of his orgasm.

He pulled out of me, and began to feed on me. He licked, fed from the cream so thick in my pussy. He abused my clit, rubbing it swollen, bearing down such pressure on it tears streamed from my eyes. I began to drift in and out of blackness, catching just glimpses, moments of the exquisite torture he was putting my body through. He shook me; waking me from the depths I was in and took a knife from his boot, cutting the rope from my neck. His eyes, so dark now, narrowed at me. “I want you awake for this. You understand me girl?” Trembling before the animal I had brought forth I nodded, not daring to speak. He took the flat edge of the knife and slid it against my hard nipple. I moaned at its cold touch. He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing. He took the tip of the blade and ran it down my chest, piercing my skin every few inches. He flipped the blade in his hand, catching it by the blade, and inserted the hilt deep into me. “Be perfectly still, or you will get cut.” He growled. He attacked my breasts as he fucked me with the knife. His lips bringing pain as they met the bite marks and knicks from the blade. I came, soaking the hilt of the knife. I went limp; he caught me by my throat and laid me in his arms. I lay there, disheveled, bruised and battered. His fury spent, he brushed the hair back from my face and pulled me to him. He placed light kisses on my wounds, his face twisted in hurt as I winced at his touch.

“Why Crystal…why did you force me?”he sighed……