Page 8 of Ready Or Not
I buck up, trying to knock her off. Her eyes crinkle at the edges. She’s…smiling.
“What are you doing?” I gasp.
The woman pins both of my wrists in one of hers and traces the other hand down my face.
“Get off me!”
The woman’s voice is husky now. “Bet a cute little thing like you would look so good coming around my fingers.”
I freeze, then panic runs through me. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“No, I’m not gay.” I struggle for real, but the woman’s weight on me is solid. She presses me into the dirt, her ass sitting over my crotch, then runs her nose along my neck. “Mmmm.” She darts her tongue out, licking up my sweat. “You taste so good when you’re afraid.” Her vest rubs against my chest.
The man stands, watching us. He does nothing.
“Please, help,” I plea.
“Help!” The woman laughs. The sound is rich and settles around us like a blanket. “What do you need help with, darling? I’m right here.”
With one clean yank, the woman rips my top off. Immediately, I’m bared to her. I don’t wear bras, and I regret it now.
“Stop,” I whisper.
The woman locks her gaze on me. I can’t tell what she’s thinking. She just hovers over me, with her toned body poised to strike.
Silent. Expressionless.
All of the emotions in my throat bubble over, and a tear slips out of my eye.
The woman watches it trace down my cheek. When she looks at me again, she cocks her head. “Crying?”
“I don’t…please, let me go.”
She blinks slowly. “I love bringing people to their knees.”
I can’t stop the second tear. It rolls down my face, all of the fear and panic escaping in an overwhelming little drop of liquid.
The woman makes a frustrated sound, then pinches my nipple.
Immediately, the sensation shoots through my body. I arch my back, trying to get away from it. She rolls the bud in her fingers, more gently, soothing.
My cheeks burn as a forbidden sensation runs through me. A stranger is touching my nipples. Awoman. This is wrong. So wrong.
I squirm again.
The woman tsks, reaching back to her belt and pulling out something that clinks. Before I can get a good look, she whips them up to my hands, and I feel something cool lock around my wrist.
Handcuffs.
I want to scream, but I can’t. The words are locked in my body. The woman has my other wrist locked quickly. I yank back, but they’re stuck around the corn stalks.
“You going to beg, little deer?” The woman throws me a dark look, then untucks the bottom of her mask. She dives down, and I feel a wet mouth on my nipple. She bites me, making me cryout. Immediately, her tongue soothes the sting, making lapping motions.
“Such pretty tits. You should show them off more.”
“I—please, I’m not gay.”
My nipples are hard as stone. All I can see is the top of the woman’s stunning face. When she turns her dark eyes up on me, I look away.