Page 40 of Sailor's Delight
Casey grunted and tense beneath her blows but didn’t release her. He dropped the hand around her mouth, scrambling to trap both her flailing arms, but leaving her mouth free.
“April, help!” she shouted again, taking advantage of her release.
“Shut up!” Casey finally succeeded, using both arms, in securing her hands at her sides, but as he was trying to pin them both with a single arm, he slipped, sending them both tumbling into the mud and rolling and sliding down several feet of the muddy trail.
They came to a rest at the base of a tree, Casey more or less pinning Jenn to the ground with nothing but his sheer bulk.
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want anything from you; it’s Trey who has what I want. I only need you to get what I want, okay? All you need to do is wait until Treycomes running to your rescue. He’s probably on his way now!” Casey was breathing hard, but Jenn couldn’t tell whether it was from exertion, frustration, or the fact that his crotch was pressed against her thighs and had a full handful of her left boob. Whatever his intentions, it was difficult to deny the growing firmness in his pants against her thigh.
Jenn’s survival instinct kicked in hard, and she went completely still and quiet beneath him. She’d fought against him, lost, and was now completely at his mercy. It was time to focus on simply staying alive.
“Casey, please. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone what happened, I won’t say anything.”
To his credit, which gave Jenn just a glimmer of hope to counter the fear that now flooded her system, Casey adjusted so that it was his chest and arms, not his pelvis and his rapidly swelling cock that held Jenn pinned against the ground. Jenn felt him swallow and take a deep breath. “Look, I wasn’t lying: I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to—,” he adjusted again, pushing his crotch even further from her. “I’m not gonna….” He trailed off.
Jenn lay perfectly still beneath him, waiting to see what he would do. Whatever her turbulent relationship with God, she was praying now. She wasn’t sure who to, and she didn’t know what words she was supposed to be saying, but she prayed like she’d never prayed before.
Casey pushed himself up to stand, leaning over to place his hands on his knees and turning to hide the erection that threatened to completely tent his gym shorts. Jenn, for all the precariousness of her situation, couldn’t help but notice, once more, that his cock was massive beneath the shimmery materialof his shorts. The thought of it this time, however, didn’t run a shiver of want through her. It put a chill in her gut that refused to go away. His recent protests and current disposition notwithstanding, Jenn knew she wasn’t out of the woods yet. She decided her best chance was leaning into the better nature he so desperately claimed was there, beneath the surface.
“So, what IS it you want from Trey?” She asked quietly, trying to divert the attention away from what had just passed between them.
Casey wouldn’t look her in the eye, which she saw as a good sign. As an experienced businesswoman, she knew when her opponent didn’t have the heart to close the deal and how to work with that. She stayed on the ground, making herself present comfortably. So far, he’d only gotten physical and come after her when she’d struggled to get away and get help. Maybe if she projected an image of calm and complacency, he would match it. She pulled her knees up, looped her wrists loosely around them, and leaned her head back against the tree she’d fallen into, wincing internally as her bruised ribs stretched.
Casey dropped to a crouch, still fighting (and failing) to hide his erection. From there, he at least tried to hide its girth down the inside of his leg.
“It’s… a bracelet.”
Jenn blinked. “That thing?”
Casey met her eyes.
“You know about it?”
Jenn nodded, her brow furrowed. “Yeah, I found it in his room. How do YOU know about it?”
Casey shifted on the balls of his feet, and Jenn saw him try to covertly adjust his penis with a hand as it shrunk.It’s working: if he’s not aroused, I’m good. Keep him talking.
Casey laughed humorlessly. “It’s a long story.”
Jenn glanced around the forest meaningfully. “I’m not going anywhere; are you?”
Casey laughed again, uncomfortably this time. “No, I guess not.”
He slowly stood, and Jenn was hyper aware of the fact that he watched his shorts to see if his erection had deflated enough to allow him to move normally. Lucky for him, it had. Instead of sticking out like the center pole of a circus tent, it swung more like an elephant’s trunk, no longer erect, but also not even close to completely flaccid. Jenn’s eyes widened again, and she looked down.Lord, let this man keep his cock to himself!
“It’s kind of a family thing. My great-great uncle made it back in the 60’s. He was a jeweler and silversmith in Georgia. The bracelet was a commissioned piece. It’s more or less just sentimental.”
Jenn raised an eyebrow. “You kidnapped a woman and are holding her ransom for sentimental reasons? I call bullshit.”
Casey made one final adjustment of his shorts and found a seat on the ground not far from Jenn. Close enough that he could reach out and stop her if she tried to flee, she assumed.
“Don’t forget: I’ve seen it. It was cute, but not the most expensive piece I’ve ever seen. Common gemstones, decorative gold inlay… pretty, but not worth a fortune.”
Casey squirmed. He was clearly holding back. Jenn could smell it.
“Look, I have a right to know what my life is being traded for.”
“I’m not trading your life,” Casey grumbled.