Fear: The Aphrodisiac

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I walked back to the car for the supplies and discovered Ken had struck again. I found a cooler on wheels loaded with water, beer and fresh fruit. I found another note. This one was taped to the handle: Sweets, this is for you. Please be careful. Call me later; if I don’t hear from you by Monday, I will hunt you down. Love Always, Ken. I pulled the basket of stuff out of the car; luckily, there wasn’t anything perishable. I dragged the cooler to the center of the circle gra grabbed my duffel bag. I walked back to where I had Col tied up.

Col was still trying to get himself down but to no avail. I left the cooler near the tree and started to gather large rocks. I used them to form a circle around a shallow hole I had dug in the ground. I moved around the hollow and gathered wood for a fire. It was getting dark and I guessed it might get a little chilly. I then moved over to where Col remained bound. “Hold you hands out,” I commanded.

“I’m going to let you get a little comfortable. Hold you arms out when I let you down. The second you touch the ground, stand up and move your back against the tree; don’t do anything else or you’ll be sorry.” I removed the rope that bound his hands. I pulled the rope loose from the tree and braced one foot against it. I slowly lowered Col to the ground and he caught himself with his hands. He stood up and moved backwards until he touched the tree.

“Good boy…be nice and you may get a treat.” I cooed. “Lift your hands over your head,” I ordered as I removed the loop from his ankle. I slid the loop over his wrists and jerked the rope, hard. He made an interesting picture, strung up on a tree. I tied the rope off securely. I reached down the side of my boot and pulled out a serrated hunting knife. I held the knife under his nose and turned the blade so the fading light moved like liquid across the metal. I took the tip of the knife and started to cut the buttons off the shirt. I then proceeded to slice the uniform top off his body. When the top was in shreds, I moved away from him to light a fire.

When the fire was built up to my satisfaction, I went to the ice chest and pulled out a pear. I bit into it and juice ran down my chin, on to my grubby top. I smiled as Col’s jaw dropped to his chest; he didn’t have anything to drink since we got out to the property. I pulled a bottle of water from the chest and walked towards the tree. I opened the bottle and held it for Col to drink; I kept him from drinking too fast and getting sick. When he was done, I dropped the bottle and ripped the remains of the shirt from his body. His skin was covered with welts from my paint ball pistol. I leaned forward and licked a path that connected one welt to another. I smiled to myself as Col gasped with pleasure. I reached for my knife again and slowly dragged the tip across bare skin.

“You keep calling me a vicious bitch…why?” I asked. He clenched his jaws and refused to say a word. I pressed the blade against his flesh and drew a bead of blood; I smeared it across the tip. I licked the blood off and spoke softly, “I asked you a question. How am I a vicious bitch?” I stepped away from him and went towards the ice chest one more. I fumbled around the inside and withdrew a beer. It hissed icily when I opened it and gulped down half the can. I wiped my lips off on my arm and sighed. I placed the can on the ground next to the cooler. I shifted back to Col and addressed him once again, “You said that I would make the rules and that you would follow them. Near as I can tell, you have set the rules for the last couple of encounters. You’re the one who started playing dirty…I’m just reacting. I can play nice when I’m properly motivated.”

I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt and ran a finger down to separate the folds. My skin felt flushed and I could feel my heart pounding. I was becoming aroused by the power I possessed over Col. I continued to unbutton the shirt until it hung loosely on my shoulders…Col watched beneath hooded eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and allowed the shirt to drop to the ground. I knew that my lightly tanned skin appeared flawless in the firelight. I stretched my arms above my head and rolled my neck. I reached out and let my hair loose from its confines…it flowed like silk to the small of my back. I grabbed my duffel bag to pull a blanket out. I unfolded the blanket over a level spot on the ground. I lay down on the ground with my head propped on my arms. I stared up at Col from my place on the ground; he shifted slightly. This was starting to affect him and it pleased me immensely.

I sat up and started to untie my boots; I removed them one at a time, tossing them over my shoulder. I unbuckled my belt and reached for the zipper on my pants. I lay back, lifted my ass from the ground and slowly slid the pants off. I tossed them in the same direction as my boots. I stretched my semi-nude body on the blanket, rubbing my backside against the blanket. Col mumbled under his breath, “You can’t touch yourself…we had a deal.” I smiled.

“Excuse me? I think I’ll be breaking that rule since you’re the one who made up.”

His head snapped up, “You will do as I command. You will not touch yourself.”

I sat up on my knees, “Sweetheart, you are in no position to command anyone. Remember, my game means my rules.” I softly brushed a hand across the front of my panties and then moved up towards my bra. I reached around my back and unhooked it to free my breasts. I flung it off so that it would join my pants. The cooling night air caused my nipples to harden. I lay on my back once more. I grabbed my knife and began to lightly drag the blade across my stomach. I felt the muscles in my nether regions flutter and then clench. I slid the blade under the waistband of my panties and started to cut the fabric. I watched as Col’s eyes widen in disbelief that immediately turned to lust. In a few short strokes, my panties were shredded and lying limply on my hips. I picked up the pieces and allowed them to flutter to the ground. I was wet and slick with anticipation.

I dragged the blade across my skin once again; I used the tip to trace circles around my nipples. I dropped the knife on my belly as I reached to pinch them hard and gasped at the jolt the shot down to the vee of my thighs. My fingers down drifted to part my nether lips and I felt for the pearl hidden within the folds. I pressed gently at the hardened bit of flesh and renewed the jolt inside my body. I slid a single digit inside my wet heat and shuddered. A second joined the first; then, I added a third. I began to rapidly thrust my fingers in and out. Col jerked at his bonds in an attempt to free himself, “Stop it! I’m the only one who is supposed to touch you like that. Let me go!” he snarled.

I ignored him; it felt so good to touch myself. I knew instinctively when to speed up and slow my thrusts. I felt my climax build and moved my thumb to caress my clit. The moment I touched it, I felt my loins explode with ecstasy. I bit my lip to keep from screaming my releaI clI closed my eyes. I heard Col whimper, “You lying, back stabbing bitch…we had a deal.” I opened one eye and raised an eyebrow.

“Keep up the negative attitude and you’ll stay there all night.” I stood up; the knife dropped to the blanket, and I went to the tree. I reached out with the hand I had used to pleasure myself and grabbed his chin. His nostrils flared as my musky scent wafted towards his nose and I watched as he licked his lips. I dragged one of the musky fingers across his lips and he sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue. “I don’t care for the word ‘bitch’ coming out of your mouth.” I drawled as I pulled my finger out of his mouth. He tried to keep it there by holding it with his teeth but I slapped his cheek and forced him to let go.

“Mistress has been done to death. I think I like the sound of ‘Goddess’ much more.” I tapped his nose with a musky finger, “Call me your Goddess.” He shot a scathing look in my direction and refused to comply with my demand. I reached out and grabbed him by the crotch of his pants; just firm enough to get his attention. I smiled in his face as I tightened my grip slightly, “Say my name,” I demanded huskily. “Say it and I came give you the release you crave.” I loosened my grip and became to rub his erection through the pants. I felt it move and twitch; as if it had a mind of its own and it was looking for a way out.

I pulled at his belt and pulled the zipper down. I shoved the pants down to his ankles as I dropped to my knees. The clear drop on the tip drew my lips to his erection. I slowly slid the tip between my lips and created a small amount of suction. I felt the bulbous head swell a tiny bit. I moved to lick his throbbing pole from tip to base. The veins beneath the skin kept time with his heartbeat and I felt the blood surge to make his shaft even more rigid. I removed my hands from his hips and moved once again to thrust between my thighs. I let his manhood leave my mouth with a pop as I rolled back down to the blanket.

“I can wait all night, if you prefer. I can pleasure myself and watch you squirm like bait on a hook,” I stated plainly, still stroking the sopping feminine folds. I slowly inserted a finger in my heated core and sighed; I was drunk and giddy from the rush of power I held over him. I masturbated myself into another frenzy that ended in another gut-wrenchorgaorgasm. I lifted my finger to my nose and inhale the intoxicating scent of release. Col bowed his head and mumbled under his breath.

“Excuse me? You’ll need to speak up. My blood is pounding so loudly in my ears.” He looked up, pleading with his eyes.

“Please don’t make me beg. I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Funny…I didn’t hear Goddess come out of your mouth. You seem to enjoy calling me names so what’s wrong with the name I have chosen for you to add me me by?”

“Fine…please release me. Goddess.”

I snorted, “That has to be the most insincere request I have ever heard.” I rolled on my belly and crawled to where the cooler was sitting. I opened the lid and pulled out a ripe banana. I turned so that he could watch me eat the banana. I ruthlessly snapped the top so I could begin peeling the fruit. I exposed several inches and started to nibble. I moved in and out of my mouth as if I were giving a blowjob. I grew tired of the game so I shoved the fruit in my mouth to finish it off. Col groaned.

“Goddess, please…please release me and I will worship at your alter for all time,” he said as sweat poured down his face.

“See…was that so hard? I can be reasonable, now that I’m in charge.” I grabbed the knife from the blanket and hurled it at the rope that bound him to the tree. It cut cleanly through and Col collapsed to the ground. He moved as if to stand. “Stop…on your hands and knees. Crawl to your Goddess.” He got down on all fours and crawled to where I lay. “Very good…now, please your Goddess.” He dove between my legs and began to lick the nectar from my petals. He took one finger and shoved in as far as it would go. He quickly inserted two more and spread them apart. He turned his hand from side to side, his thumb occasionally rubbing my love pearl.

He flexed his wrist and I felt his fingers curl up inside; as if to beckon my orgasm to come forth. Between his fingers and his lips, I was overwhelmed by erotic sensations. I tossed my head from side to side and moaned from deep in my throat. He lifted his head from his ministrations and asked in a humble voice, “May I fill your body with my unworthy flesh, Goddess? I wish to be one with you in all ways; a willing love slave for you, my Goddess.” I opened my eyes and stared at his flushed face, aglow with my juices. I pushed him by the shoulders with my foot. “Fill me, worthless one.”

He bowed his head once as he acknowledged my superiority. He tentatively moved to place the tip of his throbbing shaft at the entrance to paradise. He entered slowly to savor the feel of my body enveloping his; he pushed through the heat to the very center of my being. He paused and laid his head upon my breast; too afraid to move. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, “You may begin.”

Carefully holding me by my hips, he pulled himself out and plunged forward once again. I tilted my pelvis to allow greater penetration for his thrusts. We began to move in a rhythm as ancient as the tides. I felt as if I were being pushed to the edge of a high cliff; I moaned deep in my throat again. Col threw his head back, his pulse visibly beating in his throat, and I heard him utter a strangled plea, “Please…my…Goddess. I can’t hold back any longer. Let me fill your cup to overflowing.” I reached out for his face and waited until he opened his eyes. I sent him an arched glance as I panted my response, “I am very pleased. You may finish. Come to me, my slave.” I let go of his face and let the flood of passion’s release fill me. I screamed as my body tightened around his flesh. He pounded against my shuddering body and howled as he released his seed deep within. He collapsed in a twitching heap. I pushed his body off mine to take deeper breaths and to allow the night air to cool me down. He lay on the blanket, not moving except his heaving chest.

I stood up and stretched my arms towards the sky. Col stared at me from where he lay, “You truly are a goddess. A divine being, bathed in moonlight.” He held a hand at to me, “Lie with me, Goddess.” I lay down next to him and we drifted off to sleep by the fire.