Free Safeword: Matte by Candace Blevins Page A

angling so the hand he was holding wasn't torqued too terribly bad, and slinging her free arm up in the process, catching him in the face with her elbow as she did. She used his momentary surprise to push herself forward and get her feet under her so she could get away. Her arm hurt from being torqued – her fault, not his, as he'd just been holding her still and she was the one who twisted it the wrong way. Her other elbow also hurt, so she knew his face had to be hurting.
    When she turned to look at him, he had a full hard-on and the look in his eyes was scary. He stood and stalked his way towards her, and once again, it almost worked. He almost psyched her into just stepping away from the stalking tiger instead of going on the offensive. She heard thunder in the distance and felt sprinkles on her arms as she went at him again, the intention to pull a different version of her rabid weed-eater out again. He powered his face through it this time, and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her into a fireman's carry, slapping her ass a few times. She'd been too focused on striking and left herself open to just being picked up and slung over his shoulder.
    She tried to flip herself sideways, then tried to move her body forward enough to fall down his back, but he was ready for all of it. He grabbed her hands and flipped her off and the next thing she knew, her wrist cuffs were locked behind her back. She leaned sideways, working on how to balance with her hands behind her back enough to get a few good kicks in, but he swept her legs and caught her before she hit the ground. She kicked a few times from the ground and managed to make good contact a few times, but within about ten seconds he had her ankle cuffs linked together, too.
    Ethan’s shadow fell over her as he stood looking down at her, and she saw the sadist looking out of his eyes as he ripped through the first aid tape and opened the condom package, keeping eye contact as he smoothed it on. The rain started to pick up, an almost steady drizzle now, but neither of them mentioned or acknowledged it. The world had narrowed to the two of them, the warm rain was inconsequential.
    He turned her from her side onto her stomach, standing so she couldn’t get to him with her feet to kick him again. Sam wondered how he thought he was going to fuck her with her legs bound together. He placed one foot on either side of her and lowered himself down, his knees squeezing her hips from the sides and his ass resting on her thighs. Sam felt him leaning back, felt her legs being unhooked. Ethan kept her right foot in his hand and gently pulled it towards her body as he lifted his ass off the back of her legs. She felt him release her hands a split second before attaching right wrist to right ankle. Before she knew it, he'd done the same with her left wrist and ankle, and she was on her knees and chest with her legs spread behind her. Her face sideways in the soft grass, which gave enough of a cushion to keep her off of the ground.
    She heard and felt him positioning himself behind her, on his knees. She heard him softly say, “You're mine, Samantha,” and felt his cock as he lined it up and began to push.
    As soon as his head was past the outer entrance he pushed himself all the way home, and Sam heard herself screaming as he shoved fully into her. She wasn't used to his size anymore, she couldn't take it, she couldn't... fuck, she was taking it, and he wasn't hurting her cervix. She felt every inch of him, spreading her impossibly wide, and coming into her farther than should be possible. It felt as if he were bumping up against the inside of her belly button, but somehow he was catching her g-spot, too, scraping back and forth over it until her orgasm crashed down on her like a tornado crashing through the storm and she came. She knew he had to know she was coming, but he didn't slow down or alter his rhythm, he just kept fucking her right through her orgasm, not changing the brutal