Pleasure Bound - Complete (60 page)

“Let them! I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Her words made him halt; he dropped the knapsack and yanked her hard, making her crash against him. The full length of his engorged cock pressed intimately against her belly, and shivers of arousal slipped through her.

“Watching the Death Valley Boys fucking Jasmine has lit a dark fire into your pussy. Perhaps I should fuck the fire from you?” he breathed, his stare hot, intense.

“And what if I don’t want you to?” she lied, excitement quickly dissolving her anger. “What will you do then? Turn me into a sexual slave like that queen, Jasmine?”

“I’ve had plenty of experience in the life of sex slaves. It would be very easy to train you into submitting to your sexual desires.”

“Oh, really? How easy?”

Down, Piper
,
you’re treading on thin ice with this guy
.

His one-eyed gaze caressed her mouth, and her lips trembled in anticipation for his kiss.

“With a petite female like you, I could do whatever I wanted to you.”

“Really? What for instance?”

Her breath caught as his large hands left her waist and slid up underneath the flimsy top she wore, skimming across her belly leaving a trail of fire.

Intimately, his hands slid higher and cupped each of her aching breasts.

Oh
,
your hands feel so good
.

Suddenly visions shot through her mind. Darkness. A man’s silhouette standing between her widespread legs. He was gazing down at her. Lust shone brightly in his one eye. One hand wrapped was around the root of his long, thick cock. The other hand stroked the engorged length. A dot of pre-come glistened at the slit of his swollen cock head.

She could hear herself crying in the darkness, begging him to fuck her.

But he didn’t. He just stared at her, stroking that luscious swollen cock. Instead of plunging his thick vibrating flesh deep into her pussy, he grabbed her ankles, pulling her further down the bed until her ass came to the edge. Then he dropped to his knees, his head lowering between her trembling legs, his long tongue quickly thrusting into her pussy, making her climax instantly.

Piper trembled at the flashback sex dream. Her pussy quivered and she wanted to beg Jarod to make love to her, just like she’d begged countless times in those dark dreams.

She blinked and rushed back to reality. He was watching her with curiousity as his soft whisper broke into her thoughts.

“The Death Valley Boys pierce the nipples of their naughtiest women.”

A low moan escaped her lips. She sucked in a breath as he roughly tweaked her nipples, sending electric flames of erotic heat shooting into her breasts. The sensations made her arch her back, pushing her breasts harder into his hands.

“You like this, don’t you,” he breathed, his eye flared with heat. “You would like to have your nipples pierced. To have your breasts chained. To have yourself at a male’s mercy, wouldn’t you?”

His head lowered, and he licked the sensitive area behind her left earlobe. Shimmers of warmth zipped through her. “You enjoy that I could not stop myself from sucking out the poisoned sex cream from your delicious pussy, don’t you? You enjoy that your teasing scent makes me lose my mind, and all I can think to do is thrust my shaft deep into your juicy channel.”

Oh
,
yes
.
Take me
!

She wanted him. Wanted him to quench the fire he’d stoked throughout her ever since she’d awakened with his hot mouth feasting upon her clit.

His tongue tenderly licked the edge of her earlobe until a spicy tremor shot down her neck.

Damn, it felt so good.

“You still haven’t shown me how easy it is for me to submit to my desires,” she breathed.

The adrenaline rush of seeing that red-haired woman being impaled by so many men had turned her on just as Jarod had said, and now that those fever sex dreams were starting to haunt her, she wanted Jarod to bring her satisfaction. Wanted him to douse the overwhelming energy raging inside her, and she needed to do it soon or she’d explode.

A low growl grumbled somewhere deep in his chest. At the sensual sound, Piper found her fists uncurling from her sides and her small hands reaching out, her palms splaying across the hard contours of his chest, her fingers tracing the welted scars, feeling the damp heat of his flesh, the excited pounding of his heartbeat.

“You women are all the same. Always want to be serviced,” he exhaled harshly against her cheek. “Although you are the first one I’m truly going to enjoy fucking.”

“So, you’ve had your share of women?” The curiosity of knowing how many women he’d shared his bed with nibbled at her.

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hard mouth descended upon hers in such a blissful desperation she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. He wasted no time in thrusting his tongue past her lips and sliding it between her teeth, clashing against her tongue. The heated flush shooting through her increased to dangerous levels, making her throw caution out the window.

His hands slid from her breasts, his fingers traveling over the length of her belly, her abdomen, dipping beneath the flimsy thong where his fingernails scraped erotically against her pussy lips and alternately plucked and played with her labia until they felt swollen and burned for relief.

“The Death Valley Boys would pierce your labia with silver labial rings and hang heavy weights off them whenever they needed to punish you,” he said, as he sucked tenderly on the trembling edge of her mouth. A finger slid against her slippery clit, making her moan as he rubbed it so sensuously her vagina clenched with pleasure.

“They’d outfit your clit with a gold ring and attach a chain to it. They’d lead you around by that chain in front of all the males. You’d be totally at their mercy. Totally powerless as a woman.”

To hell with the Death Valley Boys. She’d rather be chained and at the mercy of Jarod’s sexual desires.

His moist lips charred her flesh as he worked magnificent kisses downward across her collarbone. A delicate smell of soap floated from his fluffy black hair, a direct contrast to the sharp masculine scent of his sweat-dampened body.

“Oh, God!” she cried out, as a hot finger slid inside her vagina, massaging her G-spot making her knees weaken with lust. Frantically, she clasped her hands around his solid muscular biceps, holding onto him for dear life.

“They might even give you an anal ring like they gave Jasmine, if you’re really disobedient like she was when she first arrived.” His hot breath brushed erotically over her right breast. She could barely concentrate on his words as his hot tongue flicked out and speared her quivering nipple through the cloth of her top.

“How…how do you…know so much about these men, and about Jasmine?” she whispered, trying to breathe through the magnificent excitement his touches did to her.

“Because I was one of them.”

He was a Death Valley Boy?

She could barely comprehend his answer as he sucked her hardened nipple into his wet mouth, biting her gently until she cried out from the pleasure-pain. A second finger joined the one already impaling her vagina, and sucking sounds spilled into the air as he plunged in and out of her.

“Oh, God! Jarod.”

She wanted his steely cock sliding inside of her. Wanted his hips crashing against hers.

She let go of his arms and slipped her hands beneath the loincloth, frantically grabbing at his balls. They were rock-hard, encased with silky flesh. He groaned as she squeezed and explored the two swollen spheres.

“Perhaps I want to be your sex slave for a while,” she whispered, as she un-cupped his balls, and wrapped her fingers around the silky, hard root of his cock. His fiery flesh felt like a thick metal spike in her hands, and she could feel the weave of veins throbbing against her palms. “Maybe I want to be fucked by a man I’m so sexually attracted to that I can’t stand it.”

Suddenly, Jarod drew away, his fingers slid out of her pussy in one quick exit leaving her feeling empty and quivering with loss. His heavy breath flooded the air. Dampness curled the edges of his black hair and his nostrils flared.

Obviously, he was pissed off again.

“We must return to the tree house,” he said, wrapping his hands around her wrists, and tugging her away from his gorgeous cock and out of his loincloth.

She looked down just in time to get a wonderful peek at his thick, red, pulsing cock just before he covered it.

Wow
!

The man ached for some heavy-duty sex.

Just as she was aching.

“What’s the matter? You’re afraid of a few dead bodies?” she said, avoiding his gaze as those breathtaking tremors continued to sift up her vagina. Frustration screamed through her. She was angry for falling prey so easily again to his heated touches.

“It is sacred land,” he said, and gazed through the trees at the giant graveyard, acting as if nothing had ever happened between them.

Her anger soared.

“Sorry, bud, but their ghosts don’t scare me. I’m going straight through.”

His head snapped around and he gazed daggers at her.

An angry muscle twitched in his jaw, and she wanted to run her tongue over it, wanted to feel it pulsing as he thrust his gorgeous cock into her pussy.

Piper sighed.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to argue with the guy, or spend some time getting to know this man, she had two sisters to rescue and three brothers to find.

A new urgency pulled at her.

“I’m through arguing with you, Jarod. I’m going straight through this cemetery, and I’m going to find my brothers with or without your help.”

He quickly moved in front of her, blocking her way.

Piper stamped her foot with frustration. “Come on! I mean, really. How dangerous can a freaking cemetery be?”

“The freshly dead are only brought to the outer edges. The ancient ones are further inside. The graveyard extends for many miles and surrounds the entire village of the Death Valley Boys. There are guards who will spot us if we go through.”

“So we keep our eyes peeled for the guards. There’s no way I’m going back. My brothers deserve to know their sisters are in trouble, and they’ll be able to help Taylor.”

“We will go around, even that is too dangerous.” The determined set to his jaw made her realize there was no use arguing with him.

Well, at least he wasn’t insisting they go back to the tree house anymore.

It was a huge victory.

Wait a minute. Maybe it wasn’t such a big win after all.

“We? You’re coming with me?”

He nodded, and took the knapsack from her. His other hand grabbed hers and his fingers tightly interwove with her fingers.

“I know of a place to rest for the night. We must hurry before it gets dark,” he said, and pulled her deeper into the forest.

Oh
,
boy
!

Maybe it would have been a better idea if she’d agreed to go back to the tree house with him? At least then, she could have slept in a separate room and not under the same romantic sky.

Chapter Five

Jarod couldn’t believe he’d kissed and explored the woman he’d sworn he wouldn’t touch again.

He’d been overly primed from watching those Death Valley Boys taking their turns with the delicious Jasmine. And Piper had made him so angry by seemingly wanting to get caught by them that all he could think to do to her was tell her and show her just a little of what would happen if she became their prisoner as Jasmine had become.

Ever since he’d discovered Piper’s feminine footprints in the dirt leading in the total opposite direction that Taylor had gone, he’d tried to stifle the paralyzing fear something terrible could happen to her.

Last night when Taylor had drawn the map in the dirt, he’d purposely not mentioned the graveyard or the surrounding village of the Death Valley Boys. Their time with the Boys was one thing Taylor and he never spoke about. Jarod knew Taylor had suffered at the hands of the Death Valley Boys, mainly because Taylor hadn’t joined the splinter group that had mutinied against Jarod when Jarod had led the Slave Uprising years ago.

Taylor had trusted Jarod to protect the members of the Slave Uprising back then and Jarod had failed him.

And now Jarod had a female who, by the way her fingers were tightly interwoven with his, seemed to trust him just as desperately as Taylor had once done. He would have to ensure her safety. He would have to make sure the guards didn’t see them as he quickly ushered them through the forest which, through occasional openings in the green foliage, gave them eerie glimpses of the large black birds and ugly gray vultures that screeched and picked happily at the decaying flesh of an occasional dead body lying on the scaffolds.

The cemetery had grown since he’d been last here. He wondered who would lead the Death Valley Boys if Blackie wasn’t picked as the front-runner. Blackie was good for the position, but he lacked the ruthlessness of Laird, the now dead leader. He also wondered if things would change with the Boys. Would the killing stop? Could the Death Valley Boys now live in peace with women?