Marked (Primal Obsessions #2) - Cara Wylde Page 0,25

I reached the inside of her thigh and pinched her. “I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

I helped her out of the tub and gave her a towel to dry herself off while I went to look for some clothes. All the shirts and pants I found in the wardrobe were too big for her. I couldn’t believe that Brooks had never brought a woman here. Or maybe he had, but none of them had left any clothes behind. I pulled out yet another of his flannel shirts and gave it to her. Technically, there was no point in her getting dressed, since I was going to ask her to strip in five minutes straight. But I wanted to play out my fantasy as closely as possible to the scenario I had in my head. I was going to enjoy the hell out of this!

When she was ready, I took her outside and found a good, tall tree behind the cabin.

“Strip. And make it sexy.”

She complied. Since she only had the flannel shirt to peel off, she tried to make it last. She swayed her hips to a silent tune playing in her head, and while she undid one button at a time, I prepared the rope. I’d practiced the loops and the knots in my trailer plenty, but I’d never done it on an actual female body. This was exciting.

She revealed one round, heavy breast at a time, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to tie the rope around them so tightly that they popped out nice and firm for me to suck and abuse as I pleased. When the shirt pooled around her ankles, I was hard in my pants. My cocked throbbed even though I’d just spilled my seed down her throat an hour or so before.

“Stand by the tree,” I demanded in a low, husky tone.

“You’ll be gentle, right?”

“That’s a promise.”

This wasn’t about being rough with her. I was going to take my time. There was no rush, even if my cock couldn’t wait to sink into her body and fuck her raw. I pulled her arms behind her back first, and wrapped the rope around them a few times, made four beautiful knots, then looped the rope around her middle, too. Every movement, every gesture was slow and deliberate. As I worked, I brushed my fingers over her soft skin. It was chilly outside, but she was hot and slightly sweaty. It must have been the anticipation. Her heart was beating in her chest like the wings of a scared butterfly trying to fly away from a predator. Her long hair was still wet. Drops of water ran down her fragile spine.

This was highly erotic. And she enjoyed it, I could tell.

I tied her legs together, forcing her to bend them at the knees, then threw the rope around the branch closest to the ground and pulled. She gasped when she realized I was going to suspend her from the tree.

“It… it kind of hurts.”

“Shh… just relax. Breathe into the pain. It will pass.”

“What if I fall?”

“You won’t. Trust the rope, and trust that I know how to make a knot,” I chuckled.

“Oh God… Okay.”

I suspended her with her face parallel to the ground. She had her arms behind her back, the rope around them, as well as her middle and her knees as they were drawn to her chest holding all her weight. Once I was done, I took a few steps back to admire my work of art. She looked incredible like that! Her black hair fell like a curtain around her face, and the position and height she was suspended at gave me perfect access to her mouth and cunt, if I wanted to fuck her. And I did.

Nine

Rosalie

I let Lincoln do as he pleased. He seemed to be enjoying tying me up, and for once, I wasn’t being treated too roughly. At least not physically.

There was something to be said about being told to strip in the middle of a forest, where there were all sorts of animals, and maybe even a random stranger or two. But I had to have some faith in Lincoln. He needed my body, he needed to use me. There was no one else who would stoop to such erotic lows the way I did, so because of that, I knew I was relatively safe.

Safe from Brooks, safe from others.

Not so safe from my own feelings.

With every loop of the