Without another word, he bent down and hooked one arm behind her back and the other under her knees. She squealed in delight as he lifted her up swiftly, cradling her to his chest and leaning in for a sweet kiss. Never letting go of her lips, he stood and began walking towards the trunk of the Willow tree.
He set her down gently on her feet and pressed her back against the tree, the soft bark lightly scratching her na**d flesh. Keeping pressure on her shoulders for a moment, he looked down into her sky blue eyes with his sapphire ones. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
Mallory swallowed and went still as a statue. Jake circled around behind the tree, and she heard a slight rustling sound as he retrieved something that he had hidden there.
Then one of his strong hands was gripping her wrist, pulling it behind her so that it wrapped around the Willow. She felt a rough cord being looped over her wrist before it pulled tight. Jake bound her other wrist with the cord before tying them together. She tried pulling at the restraints, testing them, but she was trapped, pressed closely to the tree.
Jake was walking towards her again, meeting her eye as he crossed back into her line of sight. He was na**d now, and he was holding a coil of rope in his hands. It was clearly connected to her restrained wrists. Spearing her with his intense gaze, he pulled the rope around her neck, pressing it lightly on her throat, restricting her airflow. The utter dominance of it, her complete vulnerability to him, made her knees go weak. She could feel herself growing wet as she became lightheaded. She was floating, high on his control.
When he released the pressure, Mallory gulped in air, and the rush of oxygen back to her brain sent her soaring even higher. As she gasped, Jake left her again, seemingly indifferent to her reactions. The rope remained against her throat, but it was held there loosely now.
When Jake was standing before her once again, she tried to nod her head forward, only to find herself stopped short by a tightening of the rope around her neck; he must have tied it off around the tree trunk. As Mallory realized her predicament, her pu**y swelled and her ni**les hardened. Jake was smiling at her, a slightly cruel glint in his pleased gaze.
“Do you trust me, sub?” He asked.
Without hesitation, Mallory nodded, enjoying the way the roughness of the rope made her nerve endings jump to life as it grazed over her skin.
Then Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of large silver scissors. Mallory balked, feeling a moment of panic. Was he going to cut her?
He cupped her face with his free hand. “I’m not going to hurt you, sub. Trust me.”
Although she was trembling, Mallory swallowed and nodded again. She did trust him. Unequivocally.
Jake brought the scissors up slowly, gently pressing the dull length of them to her skin. She shivered at the contact with the cool, smooth metal. He pulled it across her chest, starting at one collarbone and drawing it towards the other. Mallory let out a little whine, and she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or from the growing need inside her. When he reached her shoulder, the blades eased open, closing around her bra strap. With a definitive snipping sound, Jake cut through the elasticated fabric. It parted easily and fell forward, partially revealing her left breast. But Jake wasn’t distracted. The scissors were at the other strap, cutting it quickly. Her bra was only held on by the clasps at the back now. But her back was pressed against the tree; Jake wouldn’t be able to unsnap it. She watched, barely breathing, as he snipped the small bit of fabric that connected the cups of her bra together. With a little tug to pull it out from where her back pinned it to the tree, he pulled her ruined bra free, leaving her exposed.
Her ni**les were hard buds, begging to be touched. But Jake ignored them, drawing the cold, flat blade of the scissors down her sternum and over her belly. When he reached the top of her panties, he changed his grip so that the point of the blades scraped gently across her sensitive flesh as he moved the scissors to her hip. She shivered at the sensation. She was completely at Jake’s mercy, and her pu**y was throbbing at the thought.
With a suddenness that shocked her, Jake cut away her panties, snipping either side. He grasped the front of them and pulled them forward roughly. The feeling of the lace rubbing over her hardened cl*t as he did so made her cry out in longing. She needed Jake to touch her, to be inside her.
“Please, Sir,” she whispered desperately.
With a growl, he was on her, lifting her legs up and wrapping them around his waist as he entered her. Mallory gasped as her back scraped against the tree bark when he pushed into her, the two rough sensations making her eyes roll back in her head as she was overwhelmed.
Jake thrust up into her, jarring her against the tree deliciously each time. She wrapped her legs more tightly around him, needing him closer. His strong arms held her up as he f**ked her hard, making her feel helpless against his onslaught, his power. She could feel him hardening inside her, close to coming. She was on the precipice as well, and he pushed her over it. He grasped the rope on one side of her throat and pulled, restricting her air. Bliss soared through her again as her primal reaction to submit was brought to the fore; she completely surrendered to Jake in that moment, giving him everything. She exploded around him, letting out a strangled cry. He grunted as he came with her, calling her name as he finished.
As they both came down from their high, Jake released the tension of the rope against Mallory’s throat. He carefully unwrapped her legs from around him and helped her stand. Although they could barely support her, she somehow managed.
Rather than taking the time to untie the ropes, Jake retrieved the scissors from the ground and cut through them. As soon as she was free, Mallory sank to her knees as they gave out beneath her. Jake was at her side immediately, easing her onto her back so that she lay on the cushion of the springy grass beneath them. He sat behind her and rested her head in his lap, stroking her hair back from her forehead as she continued to enjoy the floaty feeling in her head.
He was looking down at her intensely. “Mallory,” he said her name after a long moment.
“Hmmm?” She answered vaguely.
His eyes were suddenly vulnerable again. “Would you let me collar you?”
“What?” She asked faintly.