I see you left a mark,
Up and down my skin.
Z A I R E:
"So what are we doing?" Sykes asked me as I led him into the woods outside of the Inn we were staying at. "Like, why do we need to be in the woods?"
"It's simple really," I explained slowly. "I need to get back into self defense, and what better place to practice than out in the center of the woods where I have no idea what is around me?" I told him, and he nodded in understanding. "I need to train my body back up. Granted I'd never truly stopped practicing self-defense, I just need to brush up on it and get back into the swing of things." I told him, and he nodded, looking around us.
"It feels so calm out here." He admitted softly.
"That's why I love the woods. One day I'd like to live somewhere where there is woods everywhere. Being surrounded by them just... makes me feel safe." I confessed, looking around me.
"I guess that makes sense," He muttered, looking around. "Most people are afraid of the woods, though." He told me, and I nodded.
"The fear of the unknown." I explained. "Anyway, you're still not completely well so I can't beat up on you. Not that I ever would anyway," I giggled quietly. "I have to practice though. So, trees will be efficient enough--" I told him, and he shook his head no.
"You can use me. Just go easy on my old, pain filled body." He said, making me giggle.
"If I did, all that would come of it was us having sex." I admitted. "I'd end up letting you take control and you'd fuck me into oblivion and I'd forget everything..." He smirked a bit.
"I bet you I can take you hit for hit." He said, looking over me. I blushed and shook my head shyly.
"I'm not the best at..." I trailed off in embarrassment. "I've never gone against someone I knew before..." I didn't really know how to deny it, I wanted to prove myself to him, but without hurting him I didn't know how. Granted, he was strong and could probably put me on my ass if he wanted to.
"Stop being so self conscious." He commanded, and I nodded obediently. "You need to show me what you got because I've been trained by Terrance to defend myself, and he's a retired navy seal." He told me, and I nodded. My cheeks tinted slightly as he got into the sparring position. I copied him, looking around us quickly. "Go." He commanded, and his voice echoed in the woods around us.
I paused, and big mistake because within the three seconds of my pause, he had me down on my back with his arm over my throat. I moaned, closing my eyes and fighting off a wave of arousal.
I opened my eyes slowly, looking up into his brown eyes carefully. I leaned my face up slightly so as to kiss him and he shook his head no. "Focus on only one thing. If you're horny you'll be focused on that." He chided me, and I nodded my head, looking over him easily.
"It's hard..." I whined, and he smirked a bit. "I know I shouldn't be so focused on your body but..." I trailed off unsure of how to finish it.
"Let's try again." He luckily didn't make me try to finish what I was saying because I honestly didn't know what I was trying to say. We got back up and got into position again. "Go!" He called and I immediately raced forward, pushing a fist out. He easily caught it and turned my body around, pushing my hand up to the center of my back. "You have to anticipate the next move your opponent will make before they make it." He said, and I nodded, panting.
"Okay..." I gasped, looking around the forest.
"Again," he called, and we did it again, and again. By the end of it I was tired, sweaty, sore and smelly. I had leaves and grass stuck to my body everywhere, but I found that I felt okay.
I hadn't felt this 'trained' ever, and we had only practiced for three hours. I almost snorted at myself. Only three hours. That's a decent amount of time if you asked me. As Sykes led me up to our room, I felt the arousal I'd been pushing away trickle back up into my mind. It had felt so good every time he pinned me down on the ground, pressing his arm against my throat. I knew I shouldn't get so hot and bothered by that scenario, especially since it could actually lead to my death but... oh my god.
By the end of us working on my self-defense--something I didn't know Sykes even knew, I ended up kicking ass. Granted I got the feeling Sykes let me win the last time but I didn't comment on it. I was glad we were done though, because now I am horny and want to touch him so bad.
"Master!" I whined as soon as he shut the door and pressed myself against him.
"Is my little one all horny and needy now?" He teased me and I nodded my head, looking over him slowly. "Shower. Now." He commanded me, and I pouted but went to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes anyway. He came in behind me, already naked and turned on the shower, waiting on me to get in. Once I did he got in behind me.
The steamy water did nothing to calm my hormones, and Sykes close proximity only caused my skin to burn deliciously in need. I tried not to protest, but the combination of lust and heat from the water wasn't exactly making things easy. All I really wanted was to be fucked.
"My little baby is so needy right now," He teased me, looking over me as I desperately fought back the urge to grind against him.
"I need..." I trailed off, blinking quickly. "I need my master..." I could feel the heat on my skin, his teasing warm hands, his breath against my neck, his hardness against my ass. Nothing was calming me down right now, and I couldn't even concentrate to breathe steadily. My breaths were gasps of need.
"Get on your knees, love." He commanded, and I immediately dropped to my knees, brushing his cock with my lips. "Suck me off and then I'll fuck your needy little body real good." He said, and I immediately took his cock as far down my throat as I could.
I gagged slightly around him and bobbed my head up and down on his length. Over and over I ran my tongue over him as I pulled him out, then softly trailed my teeth over his cock as I took him back down into my mouth.
I could taste the precum on my tongue and it only made me moan quietly and suck harder, determined to give him as much pleasure as possible. Sykes reached down and put his hand on my head, and slowly thrusted into my mouth. I gagged lightly, and swallowed some, making him groan from above me.
I looked up at him through my lashes as I slowly worked him over with my mouth, listening to him groan and feeling him tighten his hand in my hair to an almost unbearable tug that had my own cock leaking between my legs.
I reached up and took his balls into one hand, holding them like prized jewels while taking his cock into my other hand, kissing the tip before slowly running my tongue along the vein on the underside. He groaned and gripped my hair, pulling my head back so he cock take in my expression as I swallowed down his cock.
I gently massaged his balls, sucking hard as I took him back down my throat and swallowing again. He grunted and watched me closely as I gave his cock the treatment it deserved.
"Who's are you?" He demanded of me, and I pulled off his cock, taking him into my hand and pumping him in earnest as I looked up at him with desire swimming in my eyes.
"I belong to you." I answered calmly, feeling my skin burn under the hot caress of his eyes. "I belong under you, serving you, submitting to you. I belong here, at your feet." The water hitting my back did nothing to distract me as I took him back down my throat.
Seconds later, he pushed me off of his cock and picked me up, slamming me against the wall. When I felt the impact, I groaned lightly and gripped his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist. He buried his face in my neck and thrusted into me without warning. I moaned loudly and clawed at his shoulders as I was overcome with desire.
"Mmmm more!!!" I cried out, pushing my body against his in desperation. I couldn't think straight, let alone for a coherent sentence, but it didn't seem to bother Sykes any. "Master pleaseeee, give me more!" I begged, and I felt him still slightly.
I groaned in protest, laying my head against his shoulder. "Calm down, little love. You can't cum until I tell you you can, and at the rate you're unraveling, I wont have time to cum myself." He commanded, making me whine softly and nod my head.
I wanted him to move, I wanted him to fuck me, to use me... but I knew that I didn't want to disappoint him by cumming too quick and making him have to punish me. A few moments passed and he started moving again, hard and fast.
I was still teetering on the edge of insanity feeling his head touch my prostate with every hard thrust inside of me, but I wasn't close to cumming just yet. I moaned and gripped onto him, feeling the water bouncing off his body.
Between the stimulation of his fucking me, the water running down our bodies still warm and the feeling of my hard, throbbing dick rubbing against the muscles of his chest I was lost in a sea of ecstasy. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be owned entirely.
"Good boy, hold onto me," He groaned into my ear, feeling him going in and out of my willing and needy body. "Give me your body, I own you, love." He was whispering dirty things into my ear as he fucked me so hard and fast I couldn't get a grip on reality.
His warm breath fanning over my neck made me shiver, and I was leaking like a broken faucet between us. "Oh... oh gooood." I moaned and gripped onto his hair. I was vaguely aware that I shouldn't be all over his body this way, he was still in recovery from a gunshot wound even if he was able to do this to me, but I couldn't stop myself. He was all over me, his scent, his touch, his body... It swarmed around me, making me lose my mind.
I writhed against the shower wall, feeling my cock dripping against my chest and his. "Moreeeeee!" I cried out, and he groaned into my ear.
I felt Sykes grip my hips, and he started thrusting in and out of me hard and fast, making my world reduce to only the feeling of his hard dick thrusting in and out of my body. I couldn't breathe, everything was too much. He pinched my nipples hard and suddenly, making me whine loudly and dig my nails into his shoulderblades suddenly as I fought back my orgasm.
"Please Master, pleasseeeee..." I whimpered, leaning against his shoulder and feeling my body slipping up and down the wall as the water was slowly turning cold. I didn't care, and it didn't seem to bother Sykes much either.
"Cum, little one." He commanded, and I immediately did so, feeling my entire body tense and my orgasm washed over me in wave after wave of ecstasy. I couldn't breathe for a moment and my entire world reduced to this--just this moment in time. He bit hard into my neck and I felt him filling me up not even a moment after.
No fear, no hurt feelings or worries, all that mattered in that moment was Sykes warm body pressing mine against the shower wall while we both panted for air, trying to get a firm grasp on reality.
Neither of us seemed to care that imminent danger was approaching in a couple days. If Jerome got here before Jason did, I could be dead, along with Sykes. But our biggest worry at this moment was the cold water running down over our spent and sore bodies.
Sykes picked me up and carried me to our bed, and laid down on top of me. As I slowly started to drift into the world of unconsciousness, I was aware of how perfectly content I was.
I was safe, happy and overall, content. If I was to die in a couple days, I wouldn't regret anything. I don't want to die, but... at least it takes the fear out of the equation. At least for me, I mean.
Sleep took me over and washed me away in Sykes warm embrace. I wasn't worried or afraid. Tomorrow would be another day of training, and maybe... just maybe it'll end just how today did. Wonderfully, and with me feeling like I own the world, and everything in between.