The Trip_(7)

It’s well into summer and the weather has been spectacular. The girl is well into her journey around the island by kayak. She’s been travelling this way for 2 weeks and is in the final stretches of completing the circle. Her time has been one of escape, excitement and learning. Each night a new place to sleep, whether it be a remote beach with her little campfire, or one of the remote cabins on this desolate place in the world. She has met new people along the way and has been welcomed wherever she’s landed. The sound of the waves hitting the rocky shore is soothing, the gentle rocking of the small kayak a constant reminder of where she is.

It’s late in the day and almost time to set up camp. Just one more point to go around and she’ll pull up on the beach. As she rounds the point, she sees a little cabin, floating in a small bay. Smoke rises from the chimney. She slowly paddles her way towards it, hoping she’ll meet yet another friendly person. As she bumps up against the dock, the cabin door creaks open and there… there is… wow, her heart flutters. There is a man that has taken her breath away. He leans against the door jam, studying her. His eyes glancing over her. He smiles, gives a wave and welcomes her. Is it his face, his body or just an aura about him? Maybe she’s just been too long on the water, but her stomach fills with butterflies as she exits her kayak and walks over to meet him. He stands there with a smirk on his face, almost as if he knows what she is thinking, what her deepest thoughts are. He grabs her backpack and motions her into the small cabin, closing the door behind them.

It’s dim inside, but as her eyes adjust she sees a nicely laid out room, a small couch and a chair are facing the small fireplace. The kitchen is also there, with a small table and two chairs. The dishes are neatly drying on the counter and the smell of a fresh meal still fills the space. A short hallway exits the room, leading to a couple of doors. As she explores the room with her eyes, he guides her to the chair and urges her to sit. He asks if she’s hungry and she responds with a yes, the only word she can say without stammering, feeling flustered at the way she feels. It’s almost childish, disturbing that just laying eyes on this man can affect her so. He wanders to the kitchen and prepares her a sandwich, carefully laid out on a plate with some vegetables and a glass of water. He informs her the vegetables are grown here, freshly harvested. The sandwich is delicious as she slowly bites into it. He sits across from her, legs curled up under him on the small couch. The fire crackles lightly and spreads a warm glow in the room. The only other light comes from the sun, now setting, through a small window. The room is warm, the day has been long and she starts to feel it catching up to her. Her eyes begin to shut, but she forces them open. He still stares at her, that little smile still touches the edge of his mouth. He stands, takes her empty plate and tells her to follow him.

He once again grabs her pack and walks towards the small hallway. He motions to one door and mentions this is the washroom. The door at the end of the hallway opens into a bedroom. A wood framed bed fills a large portion of the room. White linens are impeccably wrapped around a deep mattress. Four posts rise from each corner, almost touching the ceiling and forming an ornate wooden canopy. He strikes a match and lights a candle resting on a small table beside the bed. The candle sputters, then the flame catches, throwing a warm yellow glow over the start white linen. He tells her that she can have the room for the night, he will sleep on the couch. Protesting that it isn’t right, he looks at her and presses a finger to her lips. “Ssh, don’t argue, do as you are told.”

Her legs feel like they are shaking as he pulls the finger away, his eyes piercing into her’s and he turns and leaves the room. She can still feel where he touched her, a warmth begins to grow within her, touching her in the most intimate of places.

She undresses, pealing off the day’s clothes. She pulls on a long shirt, grabs her toiletries and heads to the bathroom. He is preparing the couch with blankets, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt. She stares for a moment, as he moves gracefully around the room, illuminated by only the dim fire. Her heart skips a little and her breath quickens. He stops and turns, catching her watching him. He smiles, pulls his shirt over his head, showing his back and broad shoulders to her. He then lays on the couch and pulls the blanket over him. She turns away, embarrassed and heads to the washroom. When she finishes, she returns to the bedroom, hearing his breathing, heavier, probably sleeping. She closes the door, blows out the candles and climbs into the soft bed. The linen is heavy, comfy and warm. They envelope her, caressing her body as she settles. Her hand brushes against her breast, rubbing her nipple. Slowly, feeling the sensation build within her. Her nipple hardens and she moves to the other side. Her thoughts drift to his image, the feeling she felt when she first saw him. Her nipples hard now, her breathing shallow and quick, she reaches further down, her fingers softly moving over her pale skin. Lower her hand drifts, finally reaching the elastic of her panties, sliding gently under and feeling the soft down of the hair down their. It’s longer than she likes to keep it, but after 2 weeks roughing it, what’s a girl to do? Further, her fingers reach the edge of her womanly treasure, further, wetness and her fingers drift inside. A moan escapes from her lips as she pleasures herself. Faster her fingers go, moving deeper inside as she moves herself towards a climax. Closer now, she visions him taking her, penetrating her.

What’s that? A noise from the edge of the room. She opens her eyes and in the dimness sees a silhouette shadowed in the doorway. She stops, holds her breath. Its him, she’s woken him up. She laughs and tells her not to stop. She pulls the blankets up, to her neck. She apologizes for waking him.

He moves closer to the bed. “I said, don’t stop!”, the words are spoken in a commanding voice. She shudders. What is happening here. He pulls the blankets from her, moving his hand over hers, the one still lingering between he legs. His fingers mimics hers and start moving her hand, pushing her fingers back towards her pleasure. Her mind races, confused, excited, scared, stimulated. Her body is responding again and he removes his hand, leaving hers there. He tells her again to continue. She closes her eyes as again the passion is building. Another noise and the darkness is broken by a candle being lit. He sets in on the table, his eyes still on her. Her fingers are moving faster again and he sits on the edge of the bed, low on her body, watching her masturbate. Her breathing fast now, little moans continue to escape from her lips as she is close now, so close. Her body arches, her climax about to begin, almost… his hand reaches out, grabs hers and pulls it away, stopping the pleasure, stopping her orgasm. Her eyes open in shock, her body aching in despair. “not now, you’ll cum when I tell you.”

She cries out in frustation and pulls her hand from his. He growls and shifts his body. He is on top of her now, pinning her beneath him, his hands holding her to the bed. “You will behave, you will do as I tell you, when I tell you!” “I saw how you looked at me, saw the desire in your eyes. I know you want me, want to be satisfied, don’t you?” Unable to speak, she nods yes, ashamed.

“I am going to give you want you want, on my terms. You will listen to me, never question me. If you can not live with this, pack now and leave.” She knows that this is wrong, knows she should leave, but two weeks, two long weeks since she left her place, her Toys, her desires. None of the people she met on this trip gave her this thrill. She nods again and he releases her hands. He reaches down, puts his hand under her panties and tears, tears them off of her. “Hmm, hairy, not good.” Shifting again, he pulls her shirt over her head. She struggles a little in protest. He grabs her torn panties and forces them into her mouth. “Time for you to be quiet.” She looks at him, eyes wide, her smell and taste lingering in her mouth, in her nose. He rolls off the bed and reaches to the floor. He grabs an arm and pulls it towards one of the bed posts. She feels something around her wrist and before she knows it, her arm is secured to the post. He quickly grabs the other hand and repeats the process. There she lays, on the bed, naked in front of this stranger, tied to the bed. She crosses her legs to hide herself. He notices and chuckles. He grabs her leg and pulls, hard. She struggles, but being tied she doesn’t have any leverage. Her leg is now tied to the lower bed post. Shortly after, her other leg too is constrained. Spread eagle, she shivers slightly. She’s moist, nervous but is anticipating. The feeling she had moments ago while she was in her bed, alone is returning. That warm feeling.

He leaves the room and she hears him moving about in the cabin. Shortly, he returns. A bowl and towel in hand. Confused, she looks at him questioningly, unable to speak with her mouth still gagged. He puts the items down and dips the towel into the bowl. Water, warm, as he rubs the towel over her hair, between her legs, up, approaching her belly button. Once he is satisfied, he reaches down again and applies shaving cream to her. He carefully covers her hair, leading down, around her special place, lower, around her bum.