Her nipples grew hard, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s swelled and her p.u.s.s.y creamed, but she didn't program in what she wanted. At least not yet. She'd have to wait until Blackie entered Phase Three. And then the fun would begin.

Until then, she needed to get as much nourishment as she could, because twenty-four hours was a long time to have s.e.x with a man in the throes of Pa.s.sion Poison.

A long time indeed.

Chapter Eleven.

Masturbating had been exactly what Kayla needed to take the edge off, and she slept well the rest of the night and late into the next morning. Upon awakening, she was surprised to discover Taylor sitting in the open doorway, and even more surprised at the splashes of sunshine casting misty, white rays across the glistening, rain-specked gra.s.s outside.

Immense relief and excitement made her literally hop out of bed and jump up and down with joy.

Taylor turned toward her, his smile so wide it led her to believe he must be much better. He actually had a s.e.xy little dimple bursting out of the left side of his mouth. Gosh, he looked so good when he smiled. So huggable.

She couldn't help but perch down on the door stoop beside him and throw her arms around his big shoulders in a warm hug. Nice muscles flexed beneath her hands, zipping a tingling warmth into her. The tingle quickly turned hot and moved through her like a fever.

"It's stopped, hasn't it? Or am I just dreaming?" she asked, trying hard not to show him how hot he made her just by merely touching him. She let go of him and stared out the doorway, telling herself it was the change in the weather that made happiness burst inside her.

She had to admit the sight was picturesque. She could see why Taylor and Jarod had faced the doorway the direction they did, in order to catch the late-morning blast of sunshine as it burst over the treetops of the white birch bark trees. Everything looked so fresh and clean out there. Gone was the cool dampness, replaced by a toasty warmth that seeped right into her flesh, making her so glad the rain was finally gone.

"The storms will return in several days," he replied. "We will leave here in the morning and find our way through the swamps to your brothers."

Immense relief whipped through her. Heck, a few days without rain was better than just one day without it. She expected him to sound happier than he did at their leaving, but his intense concentration on a piece of shaped wood he held in one hand drew her attention. The item looked to be about ten inches long, with one tapered end and a flat, extended base at the other end.

At the largest part, near the middle and toward the thin base, it appeared a little over two inches thick. The wood looked very smooth and had been fashioned in the shape of an hourgla.s.s. If she didn't know any better, she would think he'd whittled it in the form of a...

Kayla swallowed. Her a.s.s clenched and her p.u.s.s.y creamed.

The air grew sensually charged between them.

"Um, what are you making?" she asked, suddenly kind of shy.

"It is finished. It is for you," he whispered gently.

When he looked at her, his eyes told the rest of the story. l.u.s.t and arousal burned there and Kayla literally blazed with a need for him so powerful, she actually hurt everywhere. She couldn't help but wonder what to say or to how to ask him if it was indeed what she thought it was...a b.u.t.t plug.

"A present? For me? I like presents."

He grinned. "You will like this one then." He held it up for her to see.

"It's...um...very smooth."

"It is as silky smooth and almost as wide and long as my c.o.c.k."

Oh. My.

He studied her as he spoke. "The wood is as hard as my c.o.c.k and no chance of slivers."

Okay. Slivers are not good.

His grin widened at her apparent discomfort on the subject.

"Have you ever worn one? Do you know what it is?"

"Yes... I mean, I know what it is, but...um...no, I haven't worn one."

Appreciation and excitement glittered in his eyes.

"Then you are a virgin there?" Hopefulness whipped across his face.

Her cheeks flamed. Oh man, what a time to blush.

"You look very pretty with your face red."

Oh sweet cabin, please cave in on me.

He winced as he shifted and turned to face her. She'd have to check the wound in his side, but not yet. Right now thoughts of morning s.e.x floated in the air. How could they not be when he was making her a b.u.t.t plug?

He placed the plug and his knife into a small woven basket and, to her surprise, he lifted his hands to her face. His calloused fingers were rough against her flesh as he caressed her burning cheeks. His touch so gentle and featherlight, she was amazed a man as big as he could possess such tenderness.

"You are a very beautiful woman. You have nothing to be bashful about."

Shy? Me?

Like she hadn't just been traveling and having s.e.x with a stranger? How could he consider her shy?

His breathing had gotten heavier. Hers had too. His head was moving closer to hers and hers moved closer to his. Gosh, were they ever on the same wavelength.

"I watched you masturbating in the river last night," he whispered a split second before his mouth brushed gently against her lips.

She shuddered beneath his kiss. Her blood sang with arousal at his confession of watching her o.r.g.a.s.m in the river. Oh great. What was it with this guy? Did he want her face to be even redder? Because it was getting way too hot in here.

"I want to watch you now."

Kayla blinked. Had she heard right?

His hands slipped from her cheeks to settle on her shoulders as he kissed her harder, his mouth moving firm against her lips. She twined her arms around his neck, falling headlong into the magnificent shivers of delight he easily invoked in her.

Abruptly, he broke the kiss. "On the bed. I wish to watch."

She creamed at his instruction. She nodded numbly and stood. On trembling legs, she padded barefoot to the bed.

"Remove your skirt," he said thickly.

She blew out a deep breath and did as he said, removing her skirt slowly, letting it brush down her thighs before dropping it to the floor. She climbed onto the bed and sat on the edge.

He approached her with the basket containing the plug, his limp distinct. She'd forgotten about his limp in all the panic of getting him to this cabin. Maybe she should inquire more about what had happened to him.

But the curiosity melted and her heart began thumping way too wildly as he settled the basket on the nearby window ledge. She held her breath as he opened the lid. He grabbed the plug and carried it to the pot of clean water she'd set over the fire last night.

"I will clean this while you m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e. While I watch," he said matter-of-factly as he dipped the big plug into the water.

Oh sure, no problem. Like she m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed in front of him all the time!

But his casualness about the situation intrigued her. She wished she could be that way. Her sister Kinley was comfortable in her own skin and Kayla had always wanted to be less shy regarding s.e.x.

She made a move to lie down on the bed, but his words stopped her.

"Right there. Stay. Spread your legs."

Kayla couldn't believe she was doing this. Couldn't believe she wanted to do this in front of a man. She'd never m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed in front of a guy before. It looked like today was going to be a day of firsts, didn't it?

His eyes blazed with excitement as she spread her legs and angled her hips in such a way he would have a perfect view. Thankfully her face wasn't so hot anymore and she really wasn't embarra.s.sed either. Because now he was doing the same. Undressing. Not that wearing a breechclout was clothes. He untied the strings and let the garment drop to the floor.

She couldn't take her gaze from his c.o.c.k. It was big and so thick. Engorged with blood, the shaft a bruised purple, the c.o.c.k head bulging.

"Why...why didn't you join me last night?" she asked, her eyes widening as his c.o.c.k continue to swell and lengthen. It jerked magnificently as it grew and rose, and all because he was looking at her. Perhaps this wasn't matter-of-fact for him, after all.

Her gaze stayed glued to that body of his. Nice curvy muscles, and those scars looked mighty impressive mingled with the abundance of elevated veins. Exactly what had he done to p.i.s.s off the women on this planet? And why would they take a whip to him and mar his tanned skin?

"I wished not to disturb you in the river. You seemed very intent."

Intent. That was an understatement.

"And I realized I was neglectful of you the past few days while I was injured. I understood why you needed to get relief. You are a very sensual female."

Oh dear. That must be a compliment.

He returned to the pot to wash the b.u.t.t plug. Yes, he appeared very confident in his nakedness, standing with his c.o.c.k engorged and erect the way it was, with her watching. Gosh, she'd best get comfortable with her nakedness too.

Easier said than done.

She slipped a trembling hand between her thighs, dipping a finger into her v.a.g.i.n.a and finding herself already creamy-wet. She slid out with the lube and began a quick rub on her c.l.i.t, gasping at how quickly and intensely the tremors of need shimmered to life inside her.

It was kind of weird doing this, touching herself in front of him, but hey, she wanted to please him. And if he could be confident in his nudity then, heck, so could she.

She looked down and lifted her top, bunching it to expose her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her nipples were already engorged and tight, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s big and tense, and as she lifted her gaze to look at him, his c.o.c.k jerked and swelled even bigger.

Have mercy. She wanted him to start f.u.c.king her instead of masturbating. But he wanted another show like last night and she would give him one.

She began a slow rub over her nipples and between her thighs at the same time.

Oh yeah, this is good.

Intense pleasure slipped into her body and, from the quick way his erection continued to grow with a web of veins, he was mighty pleased too.

He continued washing the plug, glancing at her every now and then, his erection twitching and the muscles in his jaw jumping. Obviously he had self-control. More than she did, that's for sure, because if he were playing with himself in front of her she'd want to f.u.c.k.

As her arousal grew, it gripped her, pulsed through her. She gyrated her hips, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She panted as heat whipped into her body with a frenzy, making her tighten with awareness and pleasure. Taylor moved about the room. He fiddled with something on the windowsill, and then he came to stand in front of her.

She forced herself to open her eyes. Yep, he stood right here and l.u.s.t flushed his face, probably just as red as hers had been earlier. He palmed his huge s.c.r.o.t.u.m with one hand, squeezing and twisting his swollen flesh. With his other hand, he stroked and squeezed the length of his engorged c.o.c.k.

Need slammed through her. She rubbed her nipples harder, ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t with a desperate firmness. She wanted him buried deep inside her.

When he let go of his c.o.c.k, he held out his hands to her. She grabbed his fingers and he pulled her up so she stood in front of him. Letting go of his hands, she wrapped her fingers around his ma.s.sive c.o.c.k, loving the erotic way his solid, scorching heat twitched against her palms. She moved closer to him, arching her hips, gasping as she brought his swollen length into her creamed v.a.g.i.n.a.

Oh so big. Yummy big.

Letting go of his shaft, she grabbed his shoulders and held tight as he thrust and impaled her quickly and firmly, making her gasp at the wicked impact of his c.o.c.k buried inside her and the erotic force of his hips crashing into hers.

"Last night I thought I was not ready. I was wrong," he murmured as he grabbed her hips and held tight.

She moaned at the sultry shivers as he bucked in and out of her p.u.s.s.y in long, deep strokes. He held her hips firmly and they both looked down to watch as their bodies joined and convulsed in the tense pleasure. He moved his hips, withdrawing from her, and then slid into her again, the pressure of his swollen length pushing and spreading her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles. His slow strokes had her yearning for a faster rhythm but he needed to be careful due to his wound.

She cried out in surprise as his hands slipped off her hips to cup her a.s.s, lifting her while she was impaled on him. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, instinctively knowing he wanted to carry her. He did, to a far wall near the fireplace where he pushed her back against the rough wood. She dropped her legs and stood, her thighs quivering as he withdrew and, using the wall to brace her, slammed into her again.

He took her mouth, hard and fast, his kiss intent, his tongue dashing past her lips and zipping into her. Their tongues met, dueled and embraced in an erotic dance of exploration. G.o.d, he had a nice hot, firm tongue that really made her heady.

He kept driving into her, longer strokes now. Plunges that created an awesome suctioning and a sweet, spasming tightness within her. His deep thrusts sent more quivering tremors searing into her p.u.s.s.y and her v.a.g.i.n.a clenched lovingly around his c.o.c.k.

The stirrings of an o.r.g.a.s.m snapped into her like a battering ram, tearing a cry from her lips and ripping an animalistic groan from him. He drove harder and she gasped at the intensity as he seemed to go deeper and deeper with every plunge.

She bucked against him, her mind wild with antic.i.p.ation of the oncoming climax. And then suddenly she was there, the o.r.g.a.s.m exploding through her like a rocket.

He f.u.c.ked her with increasing power, bringing her deeper into the erotic convulsive shudders tugging her apart-body, mind and soul. She moved faster and harder, crashing against him with his every deep thrust, and was quickly carried away in a current of exquisite pleasure.

Somewhere far away, she heard him cry out his own release and hot jets of sperm spurted deep inside her. This time she didn't care if he would make her pregnant or give her some disease. This time, she trusted him...and trusting him made all the difference.

Pleasure still burst in Kayla's eyes as Taylor withdrew from her following her third o.r.g.a.s.m. Her face was flushed pink, her hair tangled with a wildness he really liked and her body looked so beautiful. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s heaved with every tortured breath and her inner thighs continued to shiver as he placed her on the bed. She reached out to him but he shook his head. Frustration snapped through her eyes and he smiled at her, liking that she wanted him to take her again.

"The plug," he whispered. "I will insert the plug now."

A sliver of fear sliced into her eyes and then it disappeared, as if her increasing trust of him moved it aside. She was a virgin there and he would be gentle. He would need to wait to take her there, but he would wait until her muscles grew accustomed to the plug. He wasn't sure how long he could wait though. He wanted to be with her, over and over again. Just with her.

In her. Everywhere. Her mouth, her p.u.s.s.y, her a.s.s.

Taylor padded to where he'd placed the plug to dry-on a clean piece of weave upon the windowsill in the sunshine. He would insert it, and then he would f.u.c.k her until she fell asleep in his arms.

He just could not believe that he, Taylor, wanted only this woman. During his life as a slave he had preferred taking several females during s.e.x. Although he had never enjoyed being commanded by the women, he did find it enjoyable having s.e.x with more than one at the same time. He performed better s.e.xually that way and was given that luxury when he was sent to Brothel Town.

But those urges were gone. And they would never return as long as she was with him.