Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 22

I groaned in response at the feeling before saying, "Well, yeah. Of course I do. Ya know I do. Why're ya even askin' me that?"

I gave him a strange look. Surely, he had to know I trusted him after 25 years of constantly being in my life. I didn't trust anyone the way I trusted him.

"Cuz it's important fer this ta work right," Merle insisted, rocking his hips against me while he spoke. "I wanna know ya fully trust me b'fore I tie yer hands t'gether. I don't wanna scare ya. I need ta know yer aware I'd never hurt ya. Never, I'd never do that, but Dominant Merle can get kinda rough. Ya need ta tell me if ya ain't comfortable with somethin' or if it hurts. I'll stop. I swear. Okay?"

Merle wasn't playing around. I had a feeling I was about to experience something super erotic. I was looking forward to it. We had already engaged in some light BDSM, but he had never tied my hands together or used a whip on me.

"So ya do plan on usin' those things on me." I laid across the seat on my belly, willingly submitting myself to him by offering him my wrists. "I trust ya completely. I know ya'd never hurt me. Ya love me. Ya just wanna have a lil bit o' fun."

"Yeah, I do love ya," he said gently. "That's why I need ta know ya trust me. Like I said, I don't wanna scare ya. I tend ta get pretty fuckin' violent when I do this."

Grabbing my ponytail in his hand, he forced my face into the seat and dry-humped me. A growl escaped him and I felt wetness seep out of me. The idea of him being in complete control over everything turned me on. He was going to be in control of my every movement. I wasn't going to be allowed to do anything but take what he had to offer.

"I like it when yer violent. I always have. I dunno why but it turns me on. Even though I stopped ya from beatin' Jimmy's face in the other day, some small part o' me thought ya were hot as fuck when ya were all pissed off like that," I revealed. My voice was muffled from my face being smashed against the seat, but he understood me.

"Oh, ya like that, huh? Ya like me bein' all pissed off and in control?" Merle snarled.

"Yes," I whimpered, looking back at his determined expression once he had let go of my hair.

Merle snatched the leather belt from the floor, unrolled it with a flick of his wrist, and bound my wrists quickly. I tried to yank them apart and get out of the belt, but I had no luck. I shook my head, telling him without words that I couldn't get free.

"Ya okay?" he asked, concerned. "Is it too tight?"

"Yes, I'm okay. My wrists are bound. No big deal," I told him. "It don't hurt if that's what yer worried 'bout."

"No big deal, huh?" Merle snickered darkly, shaking his head. My eyes widened as he placed a bandana and his hunting knife next to my head. It was still in its sheath.

"Okay, obviously yer gonna blindfold me, but what are ya doin' with that knife?" I wondered out loud. "Ya ain't gonna cut me, are ya? I gotta shoot comin' up soon. That wouldn't look-"

He interrupted me instantly. "No, baby girl. I told ya I'd never hurt ya. I'm just gonna cut yer clothes off. I would shove somethin' in yer mouth, but I wanna be able ta hear yer moans. What was that ya said ta me last night? The hottest thing in the world is hearin' yer lover moan because o' what yer doin' ta 'im?" He rolled his hips into mine, his erection sneaking its way between my ass cheeks. "Plus, if ya need ta tell me no or ta stop. I wanna be able ta understand ya."

"Close enough, yeah. I ain't got no other clothes with me, though. I'll have ta be out here naked, and ya said there's too many skeeters-" I tried to talk, but he cut me off again.