Thread: Wolf Mountain {Darkest Nightmare & Vertigis}

Logan was starting to feel his groove building with Holly. That initial struggle was always fun as it could swing either way, he'd had plenty of complete melt-downs before as well. Holly was stronger than that, though, no, what he wanted was to slowly break her down and get her to submit. He liked that it might take some time, and actually preferred it. She was still struggling, there was no doubt about that as he caught another sharp elbow in his ribs that made him grunt, but her body's response was growing stronger. However, Logan was happy to see that his softer touches were making her realize that he wasn't going to just choke, beat, and hurt her. Those pleasurable caresses were tempting her into wondering what he had planned and just how much she might enjoy it, degrading as it might be. All her struggling, squirming attempts to free herself were turning Logan on even more, her body pressing delightfully against his throbbing cock. She was also growing hungry for his touch, the good touch at least, the kind that made her gasp with pleasure and drive her hips against his fingers. Her last words, calling him a bastard as her pink tongue lapped her own arousal from her fingers, made him chuckle. Yes, she was going to be a lot of fun if she kept that attitude. Very fun. Get on your knees, bitch, Logan grunted and reached with the hand she had been sucking on and tangled it within her blonde locks. He released his forearm from her throat and tugged her down in a twisting motion using a fistful of her hair. He sent her sprawling her onto her hands in the soft grass by the lake, panties and shorts still in a bunch around knees. Logan's belt was conveniently on the ground next to her, and he knelt by her side as he picked it up the thick black strip that had so many uses. He kept a firm grip on Holly's hair, holding her in place on fours next to him, and dragged the belt's metal studs on her upper back. Let's get your collar on then. The thick, studded black leather was wrapped around her delicate neck and then pulled tight, giving her both a collar and a leash as Logan held the end in his hand. An exploratory tug forced her up to knees, ass resting on her heels, as Logan stood and moved in front of her. His cock, sorely teased, was ragingly hard with a drop of pre-cum forming as it throbbed in front of Holly's upturned face. He stood there, looking at her for second and enjoyed the sight of her leashed and kneeling, like a good pet. Logan gripped his thick rod and waved it in the air teasingly. Then he said, in a commanding tone, Keep your hands down, behind your back. Don't fucking lift them. Smack . He slapped his thick meat across her face, hard enough to turn her cheek and shock her, though Logan had to hold back as he was using his sensitive dick not his hand. A quick tug on the belt forced her face right back to where it had been. Then another smack , as he reversed the motion and cock slapped her other cheek. Gripping her leash tightly to hold her face still, he whipped his heavy cock around her face and peppered her with smaller blows, the big, bulbous tip tapping her forehead, chin, nose, and lips. He wasn't try to hurt her, this was just another way of showing how much power he held over her right now. His cock dominated her vision, scent, hearing, and touch, impossible to ignore and insistent, 'in her face' literally. He was in charge completely, and could do whatever he wanted to her, no matter how humiliating. And what he needed now was a nice, brutal face fucking to start to take the edge off his almost painfully hard cock. What are you looking at, bitch? Suck your man's cock when he puts it in front of your face like that. Hurry, try and get it in your mouth before I slap you again, this time with my hand, ordered Logan, teasing her mouth with the large tip of his cock, planning on keeping it just out of reach of her lips if she started trying to suck on it. Let her fight and bob to get him in her mouth. --- Ethan felt a surge of heat at Tara's encouragement. His prissy girlfriend hadn't talked to him like that ever before and her dirty words made him only hornier. She was trying to unbuckle her denim shorts, and failing, and that little act reminded Ethan that she still had a bit of movement, and hence control. Well, that just wouldn't do. He didn't want her wriggling away, or trying to block his actions with her bound arms. Not uh, naughty girl, remember, I'm in charge. I'll take your shorts off, said Ethan, letting go of his cock and kneeling down above Tara's waist. He grabbed her bound hands and moved them up, dragging them over his balls and down his shaft, his own hands closing around hers to have her pump his length, almost masturbating himself with her fingers. Mhmm, yeah, I think we need to make sure you don't do anything naughty unless I allow you. With a moan of regret, Ethan lifted Tara's hands up, pulling them over her head and scooting forward to reach towards the tent wall. He gave her another deep kiss as his torso passed by her head, then slid his knees up to her armpits as he reached far above her head. Using another short piece of rope, he tied her wrists to one of the loops inside the tent used to hold the poles. It wasn't as effective as tying her to a real wall, but it would keep her hands above her head. The only way she could free herself would be to somehow shake the tent off all its stakes and collapse it. Even then, she wouldn't get far running while dragging a six person tent behind her. As he tied her, he noticed that his stretching over her head to fasten the ropes was bringing his shaft and balls to hover inches above her face. He could feel Tara's warm breath on that sensitive flesh. Glancing down at her, he groaned and murmured, Want to give it a lick while I finish this?