Enslaved by the Ocean
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He growls, and he moves, sliding his cock up deep inside me once more. I whimper at the feeling of the sensitive nerves jumping back to life. He presses his thumb on my clit, and then begins rocking his hips again. The pleasure is back in a second, scorching through me like fire. I scream out his name, and thrust my hips down toward his deep plunging, wanting more, wanting it deeper. He growls, and lifts his hand off the wall beside me before tangling it into my hair and tugging it roughly.
I scream.
“You like that, don’t you?” he groans.
“Oh. Yes. More.”
He tugs my hair again, tilting it to the side so his teeth can find my neck. He begins nipping it softly, but his nipping becomes a gentle biting as his thrusts become more desperate. Oh, he’s a biter. Oh. God. Yes. His teeth pinch at my flesh over and over, and his tongue swirls over the skin, while his hips buck, and his finger presses into my clit. The sensation is too much, and I finally tip over that edge. I feel the first surge of orgasm travel through my body, and I can hear my desperate scream as I relish in a pleasure I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he roars, before biting my neck again as his entire body jerks, and I feel him pulsing inside me.
Each clench of my pussy around his cock has us both expressing our pleasure vocally. He groans, I moan, and together we drag each last shudder from each other’s bodies.  When we stop shaking he slowly moves me down until he slides out of me. He pulls the condom off, tying it and reaching down to grip his jeans. Without looking at me, he pulls them on.
“You got clothes, Indi?”
I nod when he turns to look at me, but my legs are still wobbling and I’m holding onto the wall, too scared to actually take a step. My entire lower half is tingling. He gives me a lazy half-smile. “Are you goin’ to move anytime soon?”
“Shut up,” I murmur.
“Can’t believe no man has ever gotten into that sweet pussy and made you come that hard.”
I flush, and look down at my feet. My only boyfriend was sweet for a little while, before he started bashing me. It’s no wonder I haven’t had a great time with sex. He was always rough, and awful. Hendrix grips my chin, and lifts my head until our eyes meet. “The only man you’ve been with is the one that bashed you, isn’t it?”
I stiffen up, and pull my head from his hands. “It doesn’t matter. We’re not here to discuss what I’ve done and what I haven’t. It was once, remember? You made that clear. I need to go.”
I turn and lean down, gripping my bra and panties and shoving them on angrily before turning and heading back through the waterfall to get out. I can’t deal with this right now.
“Indi!” he yells, but I don’t stop.
My entire body is spinning, my head is fuzzy and I’m confused. I’m confused because I don’t know what to feel right now. I have something deep down in my body that’s tugging at everything inside. I hate that feeling, I don’t want to accept it, or even acknowledge it. It burns.
It’s against the rules.
You’re not meant to fall for your captor.
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
I find Jess and get myself a clean pair of clothes, and then we all gather around to make some breakfast over a little fire and grill plate. Hendrix hasn’t come back from the lake yet, and I really don’t want to think about what he’s doing. Is he regretting what we just did? I have this tingle between my thighs every time I move, like a little reminder that he’s been there, and that we stepped over that line.
“Are you okay?”
I turn to see Eric sit beside me on the tiny log I’m sitting on. I nod, and give him a weak smile.
“I’m fine, just tired and feeling a little off.”
“Are you sick from the cold last night?”
I shake my head, “No, probably just tired.”
Concern washes over his features. “The cave is empty, you should go and have a sleep.”
I contemplate it, and actually think it’s not a bad idea.
“I might, after breakfast.”
He leans in close, so no one else can hear us. “How are things really?”
“They’re fine, Eric. I’m surviving.”
“Do you think he’ll let you go?”
“I don’t know, okay?” I hiss.
I’m tired of him questioning me like I’m busting my ass for nothing.
“Why is the prisoner uncuffed?”
We hear Hendrix’s gruff voice, and look up to see him walking back. He’s still shirtless, and I can’t help but let my eyes travel down his body. His chest is so defined, his abs just perfectly toned, and that dip into his jeans, or the little “V,” as some call it, has everything inside me clenching. I lift my eyes, and see that he’s watching me with a heated expression. Oh. God. Drake stands, and walks over to Eric, cuffing him again.
“Where the hell am I going to run to?” Eric grunts.
“Beside the point,” Hendrix growls. “Your friend and I have a deal.”
I glare at him, but lose it quickly when he turns to give orders to GG. Oh. Shit. His back has a couple of red gashes that I know are from my fingernails. I also know that every single person sitting in this camp right now knows that it’s from me. We’re the only two who disappeared this morning. My cheeks flush, and I turn my eyes away, only to see that Eric’s gaze is on Hendrix’s back. He turns to me, and his nostrils flare.