Experiment In Terror

Chapter One-3

But, suddenly, he pushed my face away and sat up. Then he grabbed me about the waist and tossed me over. My hands and knees sank into the sand, while he lined up behind me with his freshly primed c**k poised at my s*x. He slapped my ass with determined force and without restraint, plumbed the depths of desires I hadn’t experienced in so long that I was almost crying from the fear and joy of it. The sting began to submerge into the orgasmic fire. I wanted more, a harder, faster, nastier spanking, and began uttering nonsense things to encourage his assault. Even as he made my ass cheeks flame with heat, he plunged his c**k inside and drove it to the farthest reaches of my pulsing channel. The f*****g began in earnest.

I came abruptly.

My inner channel milked his muscled c**k. Blood pumped through his veins and his come shot deep inside me. The sound of his groans and the feel of his hands grabbing the same flesh he’d spanked with such earnest glee drove my climax to new places. I was used. Terrorized. Frantically in lust.

“Oh, my god,” was all I could manage to utter to the ocean’s bitter wind.

Until that moment, I hadn’t felt the chill. But I was chilled as my consciousness dawned again and I realized what I’d done. While my pretty black dress had washed out to sea, I’d given myself to a man I hardly knew.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to climb to the house naked.” He’d been down at the water’s edge looking for my clothes and found nothing.

“How about I wear your suit coat?” I suggested. He’d snatched it off the sand and now carried it over his arm.

“No, I don’t think so,” he stared down at me, no smile, though his grim dominant expression drew my attention. “I like you naked. And I think you’d love being wicked enough to climb to the house in your birthday suit.”

Protest was out of the question. He was a man in charge, one not to be toyed with or taken lightly. And since I’d willingly put myself in his hands for one night, who was I to argue? After all, he was right. I was in love with the wicked thrill of what I’d done and I didn’t want that thrill to end until my thirst for s*x had finally been sated.

He’d already started up the stairs and I had to scramble after him. But once I caught up, he pulled me close inside his arm, and we climbed the rest of the way together, letting the brief feeling of oneness wash over us.