The soft glow barely filled the room, but it was enough to see her.
I stalked toward her, noticing the mattress that was here last time now gone and replaced with a small wooden table.
“Are there people down here?” she breathed out. “I hear something.”
I kept approaching her, grabbing the string from my hood and pulling it out.
The wind blew through the cracks and crevices, making it sound as if there were whispers in the tunnels, but she didn’t realize that’s all it was. Her senses were heightened because of the fear.
“Michael?”
I grabbed her hands, hearing her small cry as I wrapped the black cord around her wrists, binding them together and tying a knot.
“Michael, what are you doing?” she demanded. “Say something!”
I took her bound arms and pulled them over her head, hooking them over another sconce high on the wall. She was forced onto her tiptoes, her body now long, tight, and stretched out.
“Michael!” She twisted and squirmed.
I stood flush with her and looked down into her eyes as I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her little sweater vest and the white shirt that peeked out of the bottom of it. Lifting both, I pulled them up, including her bra, and pushed them over the top of her breasts to sit high on her chest.
“Michael, no!” she protested. “I hear something, and I’m cold.”
I dropped my eyes, looking at her perfect breasts, a little more than a handful, and her nipples as hard as bullets. “I can tell.”
I dived down, ripping the mask off, and taking one of her breasts in my mouth, cupping it in my hand and covering the nipple with my mouth.
I wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as she squirmed in my hold.
Flicking the hard bud with my tongue, I played, nibbling the soft skin around her nipple and eating her up as I enjoyed free reign to touch and fondle her.
I groaned.
Shifting my head to the other side, I snatched up her other breast and left deep, hungry kisses everywhere, taking her into my mouth and dragging her sweet skin out through my teeth.
Her body shifted, and she dropped her head back, moaning.
I stood back upright and grabbed the back of her hair in one hand, reaching down with my other and slipping my fingers into her panties.
Flicking her mouth with my tongue, I looked down into her blue eyes. “Not so cold now,” I teased, my fingers engulfed in heat. “You’re nice and hot down here.”
It was spilling out of her, she was so wet.
Taking my hands off her, I backed away and gazed at her beautiful form.
One of her shoes had fallen off, and the other one was only half on. Her smooth, flat stomach and tits were on display as she stood completely helpless just for me.
Dropping to one knee in front of her, I looked up, locking eyes with her, and slid my hands under her skirt. My cock twitched at the feel of the pink lace panties she had on. Light pink.
So sweet.
Lifting up her skirt, I tongued her clit through her panties, feeling the hard, little nub though the fabric.
“Oh, God!” she cried.
Pulling the lace aside, I hesitated only for a moment, taking in her bare pussy and flawless skin before I covered her with my mouth, sucking on her clit and dragging my tongue up her length.
Pushing up her thighs, I lifted her feet off the ground and dived in, burying my tongue in her cunt.
“Please!” she begged, moaning and trying to twist out of my hold. “Michael, no.”
I flicked her clit one more time and pulled back, grabbing her panties and pulling them slowly down her legs.
“You told me no?” I challenged. “You don’t like a little tongue in your pussy?”
Her body shook, and her breaths were shallow.
I stood up, tossing her panties to the side, and then reached up to grab her wrists, pulling them off the sconce. “Yeah, I know you liked it,” I bit out. “And you’re damn-well going to get it.”
I palmed my cock through my jeans, feeling it ache with the release I hadn’t yet had. My pulse throbbed in my neck, and I grabbed her arms, whipping her around and pushing her down on the ground.
“Michael!” she shrieked, landing on her ass with her hands still tied in front of her.
I lowered to my knees, standing above her as I pulled off my hoodie and T-shirt. Then, I pulled a condom out of my pocket and ripped it open.
“You may think I fuck with your head,” I said, looking down at her as I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans, “but you don’t know what you’ve done to me all these years.”
I came down on top of her, forcing her legs apart as I pushed her arms back over her head and held her down with one hand.
Rolling the condom on, I dragged my cock up and down her wet slit, finding her hot entrance.
I breathed hard, whispering over her lips. “You don’t know.”
And I thrust my hips, sliding my cock inside of her tight pussy.
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
I leaned down, holding my body flush with hers as I slid out and back in again, picking up pace.
“You’re so fucking hot inside,” I growled, taking her lips and kissing her deep and hard. Her tongue brushed mine, sending a jolt straight to my cock.
So fucking tight. I slid my hand underneath her ass, holding her in place as I drove her into the dirt and fucked her.
“Goddamn,” I gasped out, thrusting my hips again and again and again, pounding into her harder and faster.
Her tits bounced back and forth as I slammed into her, burying my cock up to the hilt every time.