The Wood Nymph Pt. 03

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They have been walking in complete silence for about half an hour. In the beginning the man had to shorten the leash and keep the girl closer behind him, so that the rope did not get tangled in all the branches and shrubbery. Once the forest cleared and they reached a path, he increased the distance between them.

He wants her to feel like a captive, a prisoner who is at his mercy. Walking proudly in front of the girl without paying too much attention to her is intended to indicate that in this dynamic they are not equals.

He purposefully says nothing and somehow she does not think it is right to be the first to speak, but in her head she is annoyed with him. Heat rises to her cheeks as she gets more and more angry at the man for the way he is treating her right now: ignoring her and humiliating her. She feels humiliated not because she is being led on a leash naked (for some reason that is actually making her hot), but because he is acting in an arrogant manner. She can abide by many things, but being disrespected is not one of them. She is not some spineless creature who will worship the ground her Master walks on whatever he says or does, without ever having a critical thought in her head! The more the girl thinks about this, the more indignant she feels. She thought her strong character and intelligence were what he found most attractive about her, but now he is treating her like an inferior. Perhaps she was wrong about him altogether and they simply are not a good fit for each other…

They are almost out of the forest now and will soon reach the cottage. The man turns to check on his prisoner and sees the fire in her eyes, her brows furrowed. She appears to be seething and this actually makes him smirk on the inside. You cannot humiliate someone if they accept everything you dish out on them without a question – it is like trying to humiliate furniture. Making her angry was part of the goal, but the real test is what she will do with that anger. Either she will rebel against his authority and cease being obedient, which, depending on how willing and horny she is, may lead either to punishment and then continuation of the play, or end of the game altogether; or she will continue following his orders even through the resistance that is filling her right now. He wants her to choose to submit to him, not to do so because she believes she has no other option. Perhaps he can tip the scales in his favor.

The man reels her in until she is standing right in front of him. The girl does not want him to read the thoughts on her face, so she keeps her eyes straight ahead, her gaze landing on his broad chest. She wonders for a second what it looks like – his chest – whether it is bare and smooth or natural and bushy, how it would feel under her fingers. She catches the thought before it leads her down a naughty path and mentally reprimands herself for being so easily distracted by her own desires.

“Look me in the eyes, little one,” the man instructs in an inviting tone. She looks down for a second, realizing she will probably get caught if she doesn’t calm her anger a bit, then lifts her chin to meet his gaze.

The corners of his mouth lift in a small smile and his face is made so much more handsome for it, she notices.

“You look very sexy when you drool,” he teases her and brushes his fingers along her wet lips and chin and down her chest where saliva has been steadily dripping for the past hour. The man keeps his eyes locked on hers as he spreads the spittle to her right nipple, flicking it left and right. Her body immediately reacts to his touch and her nipple gets hard, the skin of her areola wrinkling around it. She blushes at the naughty, victorious smile that makes his green eyes crease at the corners. He squeezes the nipple between his thumb and index finger, while he leans down and puts the other one in his mouth, nibbing on it.

The girl exhales audibly even through the gag. It feels as if electricity is shooting from her nipples straight down to her private parts. This is turning her on and he knows it. He has been teasing her and edging her all day and she is desperate for a release. “This is not f…” she starts to think but at that moment the man reaches between her legs and caresses her labia, spreading it with his middle finger.

“Keep your eyes on mine, little slut,” he commands and she blinks her eyes open with effort. The look in his eyes is possessive and lustful and intense as he slides his finger along her slit and into her wet, hot vagina, making her moan. Her muscles greedily clench around his digit. There is no trace of anger on her face anymore, he remarks, only pleasure and need.

He takes his finger out and slowly licks the white cream that is coating it, watching her as she blushes.

“You taste good! Did that bring you pleasure, babygirl?”

She tries to say “Yes, Sir,” but the ball in her mouth makes her sound inarticulate. He removes the wet gag and puts it in his pocket.

Her jaw hurts and she is glad to finally be able to close it. She would really like to brush the spit from her chin, but her wrists are still tied behind her back.

“Yes, Sir,” she tries again. Her throat is dry and the words come out raspy.

The man takes out a bottle of water and helps her to drink.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says gratefully.

“You’re welcome, little one. Now you will do something that will please me?” he says in a tone that leaves no room for disagreement.

A shadow of apprehension crosses her face.

She licks her lips and says softly, “Yes, Sir.”

On the few dates they have had, she was always quite talkative, sharing her thoughts with confidence. He misses a bit of that, the man realizes. He will have to teach her how to find a healthy balance between the monosyllabic sub that doesn’t get in the way of her Dom and the interesting, free-spirited person that she is in her everyday life. Their stimulating intellectual exchange is one of the reasons he enjoys her company and why her submission tastes so sweet.

“I want you completely naked. Take off your shoes. The path before us is soft, soon it will be only grass – you will not hurt your feet.”

He speaks in a sweet, coaxing tone but she knows this is an order just like anything else he asks of her. Still, he is being kind and is thinking of her wellbeing.

The girl removes her sneakers and the man packs them in the backpack. Then he unwinds the rope to give her more space, turns his back to her and heads to the cottage.

Not long after, they see the wood structure appear behind the bend. Now that she thinks about it, perhaps cottage is a poor word for it. The building is a simple rectangle box clad in light timber on all sides except the south-facing facade, which features floor-to-ceiling windows. A living room with a kitchenette, bedroom and en-suite bathroom are all in one line so that each room can benefit from the gorgeous view and be filled with light throughout the day. It really is a beautiful place to escape the noise of the city.

The girl moves her gaze to the distance. To the west the blue is starting to fade as the day begins slowly winding down. There are white clouds that promise a beautiful sunset. She hopes they don’t get too carried away in games and miss it. Maybe they will enjoy a lovely starry night, the Milky way will be brighter here – away from any light pollution.

Once they are close to the cottage, the man stops once again.

“Come to me and turn around,” he tells her.

Supporting her arms, he uncuffs her and embraces her from behind, allowing her joints, muscles and ligaments to relax in a counter position. He bites the side of her neck while he holds her. Once he feels she is relaxed, he gently lets go and turns her to face him.

“Get down on your hands and knees.”

The girl looks down at her scraped knees. They are not in a very bad shape and the grass here is very soft, so she obeys without a word. Being led like a dog would be a first for her and she is not sure how she feels about it.

“Good girl!”

The man begins leading her again, walking much more slowly now. He is standing close to her and slightly to the side, the way you do when you are walking your dog. He wants to watch as her body twists and moves, her ass tilted upwards in such an inviting way.

The confirmation of his dominance over her is a powerful rush and he feels the desire to ravage her stir in his loins. He would like to take her right here – standing behind her and forcefully thrusting deep into her tight, wet cunt, biting her neck and her shoulders and squeezing her breasts until they bear the purple traces of his fingers. The thought of how she would whimper makes his cock twitch but he takes a deep breath and chases the image away. The girl is getting tired and cold and is probably hungry. He needs to take care of her before she is ready to serve him the way he wants.

They finally reach the deck in front of the house and he stops.

“Good girl,” he encourages her again, “you did very well!”

He offers her his hand and she takes it, as she rises slowly. She turns his head to him and gives him a smile that carries a hint of fatigue.

“Thank you, Sir!”

Then she continues in a whisper, looking down: “I enjoyed it.”

He lifts an eyebrow and reaches his hand between her legs to confirm. He glides his palm from back to front and takes it out to show them both that it is glistening. Embarrassment makes her cheeks pink.

“My sweet, sweet slut!” the man exclaims and laughs.

He removes the leash, then bends down, wraps his arms around her thighs and throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She squeals from the unexpected maneuver and then once again when he slaps her behind. He walks inside, makes a tour around the house and puts her back on the ground in the middle of the living room. She is laughing and he is glad that the atmosphere has lightened up a bit. Who said that the mood between a Dom and a sub should always be somber!

“Let’s get you warm and clean first, we will grab a bite to eat, rest for a bit and then…,” he makes a deliberate pause as he pulls the ring of her collar towards him, ensuring she is looking in his eyes, “… then I will fuck you until you forget your name, little slut.” The menacing glimmer in his eyes makes her breath stop in her chest but she is secretly excited. She likes being manhandled and used roughly and most of what the man dished out today was within her limits – only the hard face slap when he first caught her was too much. A bit of aggression was always the secret ingredient that made sex delicious for her, long before she knew anything about BDSM or power dynamics.