A fine shine of anticipation broke on his upper lip as Yisrael began to strip, waiting for her to concede.

"You can't keep tying me up like this! I'm not your stupid submissive women! I'm not like that!"

He didn't bother to argue. It was true, though. She wasn't the type. She was as dominant as one could get, aggressive and greedy even, with him but it made it more alluring for him to resist her.

He liked her bound for him. Every inch of her body for his own personal use.

The moment he dropped his pants, her eyes widened and grew heated as she took in hardened shaft.

The woman was greedy. She had no shame in looking away like most of the women did with him.

They'd be coy and he had to tell them to look at him. Something once upon a time he had enjoyed, now not so much.

Giving it nice slow stroke, he rasped. "You want my cock, woman?"

She immediately bristled, jutting her chin at him. "Give it to your timid harem of women who keeps following you around."

"They have already seen it, I'm more interested in your thoughts."

The fact he casually added that there were several other women who had seen and she knew touched and given him blow jobs were making her hate him even more.

She whirled around to get away from him when she halted to find Yori coming towards them with her bottles of shampoo and conditioner. "Wait- that is mine! Yori!"

He gave apologetic shrug and laid the bottles on the hard stone ledge right by the stream.

"Yisrael gave me- a threat. Sorry, River!"

As he ran away like a little weasel, she shouted at retreating back. "Thanks a lot, friend! You are no more my bro!"

"You can come in the water. It's nice and cool. I'll wash you."

She whipped her gaze at him right as he dove into the deep water from the lower ledge.

"I will not have you bathe me like some toddler!" She stomped her boots at him even though she felt an unknown tension cooking inside her.

To have his hands... no no no!

He surfaced up to see her still standing right there with an annoying frown etched on her face.

He swam back to the ledge, taking her bottle of shampoo.

"Hey! That's mine!"

He flipped the lid open and smelled the content. "You used my cave. I use you."

She sputtered. "Excuse me?"

He sighed as if he was tired of this conversation.

"Now ask me to bathe you or I will keep you tied up for the next coming days. You can stink up on your own and mind you, I won't allow you back into my tent. I'm very sensitive to smell."

"You are impossible! I'm not doing this!"

She twirled back around only to have her ankles clutched, he snatched her feet from under her and she waited for the hard rock to hit her back but he was already there, his hand gently bracing her back down.

"You'll do as I say."

He began to untie her boots and she fought him with her already dizzy strength. "Stop it! Yisrael-"

Tossing her boots away, he rested his hands on her thighs. They trailed up to her shorts and began to unbutton her.

Her hackles rose at his possessive grip. "You can't keep doing this!"

She saw how his eyes were laser focused on the way he was peeling off her shorts, then slowly he fingered the trimmings of her panties.

"Why do you even wear these when I keep taking them off? I prefer you naked anyway."

"You bastard!"

His brows furrowed, igniting her as he shimmied her out of them. He dipped his head like an animal and shuddered when he smelled her arousal.

"I will eat you soon." His eyes were blackening and she knew soon the white of his eye would become dark.

"Enough! Stop this!" She thrashed against him and he looped an arm around her hip to make her still.

He had a wild jagged look that was getting stronger as he moved his hands up to her tank.

Since her hands were tied, he tore off her top with the effort one gives to tearing a paper.

Once he laid her bare, his attention was transfixed on her breasts. The deep rise and fall had him licking his lips.

"You are naked with only those pearls. I will fuck you hard while those bounce with your breasts."

His words were going be the death of her. She had to purposely hold on to her ire because somehow it kept slipping away.

He was about to lean in and take her nipples and she waited for it. Her back almost arching when he shook himself to break from the reverie. Soon, Yisrael. Soon.

When she wriggled again, her pearls shook with her and he had to bite back a groan.

With a hard slap on her ass, he gave her a look of warning. "Do you want me to leave you here naked or will you join me in the stream?"

River was about to spit in his face for his cruel words but she knew he would do it. He would leave her here just like last time and what's worse, she couldn't go back to the village, walking naked.

It's too embarrassing!

Unhurriedly, she accepted her miserable fate and nodded.

Yisrael wanted her to say the words but a nod was still suffice. "That'll do."

He yanked her up and pulled her into the water that was up to her hips.

He began to reach the tie of her hair. He had observed that not once did he ever see her with her hair open.

He wanted to know the length of it, how she would look and the need to wrap it around his fist while he drove into her would be overwhelming.

She ducked and grated out. "Do not touch my hair."

Grasping her by her waist, he said in a growl. "I will do whatever the fuck I want with you."

Though his countenance was rough, he handled her hair with solace. Tossing the tie back on the ledge with her toiletries, he touched her mane.

It was long, reaching till her ass. Waves and waves of darkness cascaded over her back, and suddenly he lost breath. She was truly breathtaking.

River kept her eyes away from his face, not wanting to see whether he liked her hair down or not.

Everyone in her life used to comment of her hair, making her feel self conscious. It was unruly and had no shape whatsoever. It was like someone stuck some glue on her scalp and just drizzled hair all over it.

She kept it all neatly up in her classic everyday bun, so that she didn't have to deal with the unwanted remarks.

He didn't say anything, simply began to rinse the dirt of her body. He marveled at the womanly curves, every swell and dip she had. She was utterly feminine and god, he drooled at it.

Once she was spotless, then he began his sinful investigation. As if keeping good part for the last.

He traced her neck with his big hand, his eyes following his movements and then his lips. He began to kiss her collarbones, and he scooped water over her chest. The water dribbled down over proud tits and he watched it drop from her nipples.

He demanded. "I want to suckle you."

Her eyes began sultry as she noticed how his shaft protruded between his thighs. She couldn't even say no to him. It's like he owned her body.

He cupped her breasts and with his thumbs, he rubbed her nipples. She exhaled a shaky breath and stepped on her toes to raise her nipples his tempting mouth.

When he realized she was offering herself, he wanted to howl.

"I will suck you so hard you will feel it for the rest of days to come." She whimpered at his dirty words.

He groaned as he took in her sweet nipple between his lips. His eyes slid shut as the tip puckered against his swirling tongue.

He sucked the peak, licking it there and she moaned low and thrusted her other breast for him to repeat his attentions.

"Want more?" When he saw her nod, he closed his mouth over her other tightening peak and licked her insistently.

He scooped some more water over her tits and he licked it, sucking the drops from the peaks.

He used his teeth to nip at the straining tips and then withdrew back, his eyes riveted to them in fascination.

Her arousal deepening the air between them, he ran a lip over her ear as he kneaded her breasts. "Do not stop me, River."

He drew his fingers down her back and across her heavy ass, clenching. Making his shaft rub her belly, her back arched to get her nipples to rake his hard body.

His words were brought her back when he swept her up till her pussy was right in his face. Placing each of her thigh on his shoulder, he spread her by sprawling his hands on ass.

She was levitating. She was so scared at the same time so aroused. She knew he wouldn't let her fall and this position was making her feel all kinds of things. All kind of bad things.

Using his head as a crutch on her stomach, she cried out. "Yes..do it."

He clenched his hands around her outer thigh, massaging her. "Say the words."

Absentmindedly, she breathed out. "Taste me..."

He gave strangled groan as his tongue dipped to her. Pressing his mouth to her core, he delved his tongue, licking her deeply.

"Who is tasting you, my River?" He snarled, giving a firm lick over her throbbing clit.

His pointed tongue rubbed over it again and again, until she was helplessly undulating to his mouth.

He then walked to the ledge and lowered her on her back. His mouth didn't stop.

He ran his tongue over her clit, suckling it harder. Thoroughly.

He ran his hands to grab her breasts, kneading it roughly. "Spread your legs wider."

She eagerly obliged, her knees falling open.

He moved his mouth away only to slap her pussy and she moaned low. "Oh yes.."

He dived back in, hungrily licking her up and down. He nipped at her clit, then suckled her bundle of nerves madly. "Your taste drives me mad.."

"Yisrael... don't stop."

"You want more?" He grated against her bud, meeting her eyes, he plunged his finger in.

When he began to thrust, he licked madly. She mumbled mindlessly, "You are so good.."

Growling so hard she felt it in her pussy. "Moan my name."

She rocked to his tongue and cried out his name, "Yisrael."

He gave a desperate groan, feeling her tight sheath gripping his finger again and again. Tasting her lavish wetness, he lapped and he made a low aggressive sound with pride.

He was going to make her come. Me!

He began to thrust his tongue into his prize, as he gazed at her form. Her nipples were strained up to the trees as she arched her back.

His hands gripped her waist tight. Mine! All mine.

He smirked as he rasped against her pussy. "Looks like you did surrender to me after all."

Her whole body went rigid. The anger returning, diluting her orgasm from rising and she suddenly hated herself more than she did him.

Humiliation scored through her and she could almost see how she had looked. With his head between her legs and she tied while wantonly rolling her hips to his mouth.

She somehow managed to push herself up. She reacted as if she had been hit. She edged her pussy away from him even though he resisted.

But she was adamant and he let her up.

She turned her back to him, unable to keep the emotions from bubbling. "Untie my damn hands!"

"River- "

"I said do it!"

His own glower settled over his face and he loosened the knots. Once she was free, she gathered her clothes, not meeting his gaze.

"River I shouldn't-"

"But it's true isn't it? You got what you wanted you bastard." She gave him a tight false smile and he knew she was going to remain seething for the next few days.

Something in the way she reacted to him didn't add up. He was missing a puzzle piece here.

He knew of her uncle but there was someone else. Someone who had cut her and made her see surrender as a bad thing.

And he wouldn't mind bitting that bastard's throat for her.