Survival Skills - Bleed for Me

Paige

   I’m doing it, I’m finally doing it.

   I stare down at the waxy paper clutched in my hands.

   Okay, I’m trying to do it.

   I let out a frustrated huff. I’ve been staring at this stupid fucking map for the last forty-five minutes and I still have no idea where I am. 

   I thought it would be a great idea to finally learn some of those survival skills I kept meaning to after Seth kidnapped me. I even convinced Mick to help me out. He argued against the idea of dropping me off in the middle of nowhere without my phone but I reminded him that I had made it after escaping his home without any added assistance. 

   The reminder resulted in one of his own in the form of pounding into my pussy so hard I waddled for a few days after.

   “You’ve got to remember this is mine, little bird. No matter how many skills you learn or ways you seek your independence, you will always belong to me.”

   I clench my thighs together as Mick’s words run through my mind, sending a flood of heat to my core.

   Turning my attention back to the useless pamphlet, I try to gather my bearings.

   Okay, so I know I’m here. I think, pointing at a small section of the map. Or am I over here?

   Groaning, I look around, determined to prove to myself that I can do this. 

   I’m not exactly in the middle of the woods or anything but definitely somewhere I don’t recognize. The long stretch of road before me has sporadic driveways lined along either side. Glancing down at the map again, I decide to head in the direction north of where I am. At least what I think is north.

   After several minutes of walking, I notice the homes are getting less and less sparse and my heart starts to lighten, some of the tension releasing its hold on my overworked organ. Another few miles and I catch sight of a street sign.

   Fuck yes! Now I’ve got this!

   I quickly compare the name to the ones listed on the map and throw a fist in the air.

   I knew I could do it. I think smuggly, ignoring the small voice reminding me I was in near breakdown mode less than an hour ago. 

   What does that voice know anyway?

   Now having my bearings, I turn left in the direction of the town Mick and I agreed to meet at, ready to claim my prize.

   Oh yeah, this is going to be fucking fantastic.

***

Mick

   I watch in amusement as Paige throws her tiny fist into the air. I may have agreed to let her try her hand at learning more survival skills but that doesn’t mean I’m letting her do this on her own. If I’m completely honest with myself, I’m grateful she’s taking the initiative to do so. After her not-so-stellar track record, I’ve taken every precaution I could think of to ensure she never goes missing on me again.

   I won’t live without my little bird. I can’t live without her.

   Jesse had a hookup with some tech startup that was working on undetectable trackers that are inserted under the skin. Paige put up a small fight but we both knew she felt safer knowing I could find her wherever she went. I would have found her anyway, but this way would be much faster.

   The tracker flashes on my phone as I watch her turn left and head toward our meeting point. My skin tingles in excitement knowing what it means for her to successfully make it there on her own.

   Oh yes, this is going to be fun.

***

Paige

   My lungs burn as I approach the small store parking lot. After everything that happened, I probably should have gotten better about a regular workout routine but, like most things in my life, I just let it slide until I regretted the decision.

   I’m panting for breath by the time I stumble onto the dark asphalt, bending over and bracing myself on my knees. 

   I did it.

   The thought repeats in my mind, triumphant pride blossoming in my chest. 

   I scream as rough hands grip my hips. Just as I’m about to throw an elbow back into the perpetrator, Mick’s voice whispers into my ear. “Good job baby.” I shiver in his hold, the fear-induced adrenaline spike still flowing through my veins. “Are you ready for your prize?” He purrs, licking up some of the sweat trickling down the side of my face. I nod mutely, unable to speak past the desire overwhelming me. “Hmmm, let’s get you home then my little champion.”

   Mick releases me and I stifle the moan at the sudden loss. Chuckling, he helps me upright and slips an arm around my waist, guiding me to the car parked on the far edge of the lot. I nibble on my thumb as the reality hits me.

   Oh shit. This is really going to happen.

***

I can’t hear. 

   I can’t see. 

   I can’t speak.

  My body hums with nervous anticipation as I sense Mick circle around my bound body. I knew the minute he offered a “prize” for my efforts exactly what I wanted. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that day all those years ago when Mick deprived me of my senses and the resulting orgasm was so intense I felt like I had left my body briefly before crashing back into the puddle of skin and bones that was left behind.

   Calloused fingers run along my spine, sending a shiver up it as goosebumps erupt under the gentle touch. Somehow the ability to only feel makes every touch so much more intense.

   I gasp when the hand disappears and smacks against my exposed pussy, mumbling uselessly around the cloth stuffed into my mouth. Fingers hook and dip inside of me, rubbing against my walls at an angle that shoots sharp pangs of pleasure through me, my pussy clenching around the digits.

   Please. I silently beg. 

   I’m so desperate already and we’ve just started. I know Mick won’t give me what I want too soon. He knows that I want the pleasure to be intensified, that part of my winnings is a mind altering orgasm. And he also knows just how to give that to me.

   The fingers inside of me curl and I jerk against the binds on my arms and legs.

   Fuck.

   I moan, writhing under him, every cell humming from the sensations. Just as I’m about to fall over the ledge of pleasure, Mick removes his hand. I whimper, dropping my head forward. 

   I can’t hear it but I know he chuckles in response, his mood a palpable addition to the room.

   Another sharp smack to my aching center pulls a cry from me, quickly followed by another slap. A hand snakes around my throat, tugging my head as far back as my bound body will allow. The hand delivering harsh blows stops its assault, fingers seeking out my clit. Mick strums the swollen bud, building up my climax again quickly. 

   This time when his fingers leave me, I sob, tears flowing down my face. 

   It’s all too much.

   Sensing I can’t handle anymore, Mick flexes his fingers around my throat, cutting off my oxygen as he shoves his other fingers back into my pussy. His thumb works on my clit while he pumps his fingers inside of me. Leaning into me, he bites down on my neck hard enough to bruise. 

   I’m shaking as my body climbs higher and higher, the tension screaming to be released. I grow panicked that he’s going to deny me again as I get closer to my much needed orgasm. A fear that was unnecessary as one last flick of his thumb and slide of his fingers has me screaming into my gag.

   My body erupts, atoms bursting, and consciousness disconnecting. I’ve never experienced anything this intense before. This time is different than the last. I have complete trust in Mick now. I know I can leave my life in his hands wholly and the knowledge only heightens the experience. 

    My body has turned to jello as I come down from my life changing climax. I know immediately I’m going to need to do everything in my power to experience this again. And again.

   Mick gently works to remove the blindfold, gag, earplugs and binds, pressing soft kisses as he goes. When I’m free and have all my senses back, I blink up at him, a smile spreading across my face.

   Chuckling, he looks over me, “Happy with your winnings?” He asks, smirking.

   I grin wider. “Very.”

   “Hmm.” He hums, running a finger between my breasts. “Up for a little more fun, little bird?” I shudder at the heat burning in his eyes.

   I’ll always be ready for whatever this fallen god gifts me.

   Nodding, I bite my lip, running my gaze down his muscular body. He’s completely naked and fully erect. I stifle a groan when he fists his hard cock.

   Noticing my reaction, his smirk deepens. “You ready for this cock, baby?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, flipping me onto my back and climbing over my body. I gasp when he grabs one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder, lining up with my entrance. We both groan as he slides inside. “Fuck. I’m never going to get enough of this pussy.” He groans, fingers digging into my flesh where he grips my hip and calf. I mumble a nonsensical response, my mind having lost the ability to function. 

    I only know pleasure now. The only language I can speak is my body’s and, luckily for me, Mick is fluent.

   Mick pulls his hips back and slams into me, his thrusts hard enough to shake the bed below us. I claw at the blanket, searching for anything to keep me grounded as I fly higher toward another intense peak.

    Yes yes yes.

    My hips meet his with each thrust, our bodies seeking each other out like they were always meant to do. 

    Mick releases my calf and slips his hand between us, rubbing my clit in tight circles. “That’s it, baby.” He praises, shifting his angle until he finds the spot inside of me that heightens the already overwhelming pleasure. “Goddamn.” He groans as my pussy clenches around him. “Fuck, I’m going to come.” He grunts, teeth clenching. “I need to feel you first.” Moving his hand from my hip, he grips one of my breasts, kneading the soft flesh. Growling, he tightens his grip. “Look at me, little bird.” Opening my eyes, I meet his gaze, sucking in a breath at the look I’m met with.

   I’ll never get used to the adoration this man holds for me. Can never fully comprehend why he worships me in such a way when it’s he who should be bowed down before.

   My heart stutters as we gaze into each other's eyes, pouring our love through the connection.

   Taking a shaky breath, he commands, “Come, little bird. Come for me now.” 

   And I do. 

   I force my eyes to remain on his as my vision darkens, my mouth opening on a silent cry.

   Mick follows me into oblivion and I’m reminded again how much my life has changed since this morally depraved man stalked his way into my heart.

    I wouldn’t have it any other way.