Her jaw falls open, and she shakes her head. "I am not saying that!"
I tilt my head and reach in, lifting her out of the seat. "Oh yes, you will, and you'll be happy to say it. I guarantee it."
Marie
The cocky son of a bitch carries me across the rough terrain, and it's pure torture. My bare tits are sliding against his bare chest. I swear he's stomping his feet just so they bounce against him. He stops under a tree with a low-hanging canopy and sets me down.
Pointing to a specific rock, he says, "Sit right there. Don't fucking move! Not a single muscle! If you do, there will be dire consequences."
I fold my arms over my tits, hiding them from him, and consider it. Then I capitulate, toss my hair, but say, "Fine!"
I don't feel like fighting anymore anyway. I'm tired, thirsty, and hungry. But I'm still mad he's pissed off at me.
I stomp over, plant my sassy ass down on the rock, and turn my back to him.
The view is spectacular! Picturesque, beautiful. Postcard worthy. We overlook the ocean. There's a village below with sailboats and yachts moving on the water, coming and going … freely.
You can see forever here.
9
Gabriel
Women! They talk too damn much, and apparently, this one can't follow simple fucking instructions even though she says she will! I stomp back to the jeep, angrier than I should be, but she put herself at significant risk. She has no idea how bad that could have gone down. If they had banded together, we would have both died. Me fighting to fend them off, and her getting gang raped. Thank God, they function as individuals and not gangs.
I grab a blanket and the picnic basket I packed earlier and walk back to my peaceful place, letting the stress go. As I approach, I'm thankful she's still sitting on the rock, and that just pisses me off again. I shouldn't be relieved she's done what I've told her to do.
I stop short to gather my emotions and shove them into my SEAL box. Then I walk around the rock, set the basket down, and spread the blanket out. Without saying a word, I invite her to sit on the soft fabric next to me. Then I begin taking the cheese cubes and summer sausages out.
She stands and looks down at me, but I ignore her. Then she sits and watches as I take a beer, twist the top off, and drink it without offering her any, looking at the tranquil view. When I begin eating, she sits on the blanket and says, "I had your six. Don't be mad."
I wasn't expecting that. I take another long draw of beer, then look back at her. Damn. She's so fucking beautiful right now. Her pretty face is makeup-free; her unbrushed hair is a tangled mess hanging over those gorgeous ripe tits that make a man forget everything else when he sees them. She is right about that. Her long shapely legs casually stretched out.
I hand her my beer, then reach in the basket and get another one. I twist the top off, enjoying watching her suck the liquid out of it. Then I hand her the fresh one and reach in and get another one for myself.
She smiles at me, and it feels like I'm the one forgiven. I offer her the cheese and sausage, and we eat in silence. When the food is gone, I lean back against the rock and watch the vessels floating across the water.
Marie pulls her knees to her chest, hugs them tight, and rests her head on them. She looks at me, though, and not the scenery.
After a few minutes, she repeats, "I had your back. Don't be mad. I wasn't being disobedient."
Hmm, it's a start. I finish off my beer. Then I look at her. "It wasn't necessary. It was reckless, and you were being disobedient."
She raises her head, tilts it, looks up, then licks her lips. I smirk. Apparently, that's a habit she has when she's pondering something, and it's cute as hell.
Then she looks back at me and says, "You're right. It wasn't necessary. I'm sure you can handle more than one man at a time. But you did tell me to stay on your six. Move when I move, I believe, were your exact words."
Her smirk is righteous, not sassy, but I raise an eyebrow at how she is justifying what she did now, knowing that wasn't why she did it then.
Her expression concedes my point. "Okay, it was reckless. I'll own that."
She looks up again, "And you're also right in your perception of my obedience to your instructions." She looks me in the eye. "I did disobey you. But hear me out, please. I don't want you mad at me."
I look at her and wonder how she's gotten under my skin so deep, so fast.
"Those thugs saw an unbound, submissive woman walk in with you. I didn't want them to think that I would be submissive to them if they were stupid enough to challenge you. My disobedience wasn't to disobey your instructions. It was a demonstration to show them that they weren't going to win a submissive woman. They were going to get a fighter. I choose to be obedient to you, but I sure as hell wasn't going to be obedient to any of those motherfuckers."
Damn. That's the sexiest answer ever.
She shrugs, "The tits were thrown in just for the shock factor."
"Five," I tell her.
She frowns, "Five?"
"I can handle five in a fight."
She smirks, and the submissive girl asks for permission to snuggle up next to me.
I lift my arm, and she wiggles in, leaning her head back on my chest, relaxing as the people below come and go.
Marie
A hot gentle breeze blows, keeping the bugs at bay, and I get sleepy, listening to the even deep breathing of Alejandro. I start to close my eyes to drift off to sleep too, but then it hits me. I'm his captive! And he's asleep! I know I'm his captive, but I'll be damned if it doesn't feel like I have not a care in the world, snuggled up with him, enjoying the view.
My heart slips a beat, and I try not to change the rhythm of my breathing while I contemplate escaping. Can I get the jeep key out of his front pocket without waking him? And if I do, can I get in the jacked-up jeep without help? I sigh and close my eyes. Nope, and I'm really not sure I want to.
...
…
Mmm, that feels good. My nipple grows taut as little goosebumps break out as the sweet sensation of a warm hand cupping my breast lightly stroking it with the pressure of a feather arouses me from my catnap. I keep my eyes closed, enjoying the gentleness of Alejandro's touch as my senses wake. The soft, gentle breeze from the water caresses my body along with him as I become aware we are still sitting under the canopy of a tree overlooking a beautiful view. I relax and let him please me.
Maybe I'm wrong to be so docile. I'm sure I will be judged for it. But when a man like Alejandro wants you, even if he steals you, you would be a fool to resist him.
Mmm, that feels so good. I would be a complete idiot not to please him, and right now, he is pleasing us both. But I would be an even bigger fool not to relish his pleasing me.
He pinches the hard tip, twisting it between his fingers, and a powerful wave of sweet sensations surges over my body.
God, that's good. I move my head, slipping down to lay on his lap, and let him have his way with me.
I peer up at him through my closed eyelids to enjoy his handsomeness while he plays. The bandana is gone, and his long, thick brunette hair hangs down. A small, pleased smile lightens the seriousness of his face. God! The man is incredibly handsome.