A warm wind ran through the undergrowth, shuffling leaves and twigs as it went. Cara tugged at her backpack and adjusted the straps which had started to dig in under her arm. She wore a thin plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, yoga pants, and a pair of sturdy boots. The sun was the perfect early summer mix of hot without being uncomfortable with a slight breeze to take the edge off of it.
Up ahead, Dan was swinging his knife in short strokes to cull some bushes which had smothered the trail they were following. Dan had promised Cara that the trek would be worth it and thus far he had not been wrong. The woods were quiet and calm, devoid of mosquitoes and other treacherous pests, an idyllic setting for what was about to take place.
Abruptly Dan paused. His beard and brow were soaked in sweat, the pack on his back hung heavy. Using the blade of his knife he peeled back a few remnants of the prickers which he had cut away.
“There.”
Taking a step through the opening he had created Cara found that she was at a sudden loss for words. Oregon was always beautiful but this was something else entirely. A few tall trees, their limbs ancient and heavy, stood on top of a steep slope that was more cliff than hill. Below the valley opened up showing the foothills of the Cascades in their sweeping expanse. Every hillside was blanketed in a thick layer of trees, waves of green crashing as far as the eye could see.
Dan’s hands went to her hips as he slid up behind her.
“Did I do good?” he asked, the impish grin obvious in his tone even if she could not see it at the moment.
“Perfect.” It was all she could do to get the word out. She slid her pack to the ground and did a few preliminary stretches before folding her legs and collapsing to the ground. She watched as Dan tied a water bottle to a spool of rope he’d pulled from his bag and then tossed it over a low branch before securing it to the base of a tree. To the free end of the rope he secured a heavy steel ring.
Cara knew what it was for. Though she’d been tied up many a time, occasionally even by Dan, this would be her first suspension. She watched as he held tight to the ring and bounced up and down several times, testing the strength of the rope, the knots, and the branch. A faint rattling sound alerted Cara to the fact that her hands were shaking, the lid of her water bottle tapping against a buckle on her pack. This moment of realization was paired with a sudden awareness of how fast her heart was beating.
Dan knew what he was doing. Cara had seen his pictures before, other women, that same dreamy look in their eyes as their bodies hung in the air. It wasn’t a matter of trust. Bondage was always about some form of power exchange, loss of control was natural, but somehow this seemed to take everything a step even farther. Somehow her brain had convinced itself that she would be less in control than if bound on the ground. Logically she knew that was nonsense, but some part of her still found it equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.
“Ready?” Dan’s voice punctured her reverie.
“Mmhmm,” she said, rising to her feet in a smooth motion. His hands began to work quickly, looping coils of rope around her chest, between her legs, over her shoulders. She had opted to do the suspension while clothed, knowing that the harness would cause things to bunch, but hoping that Dan would still have some pictures for her to remember.
“Time to lie down,” Dan said quietly, breaking her reverie. He helped her into position on a blanket and began tightening other ropes. She could hear the clink of the safety chain being snapped into place, a precaution in case she lost consciousness while in the rig. This prospect had scared the hell out of her, given how far away they were from the civilized world, but something about it seemed quite reassuring now. Dan was in control.
She let go. Her arms went back, the ropes tightened, and Dan began to haul the rope, lifting her. At first, mere inches off the ground, it seemed such an alien sensation. Her body felt weightless and oddly heavy simultaneously. She spun ever so slightly as the ropes adjusted to their position and the heft of her helpless form. For a brief moment the pangs of panic struck in her heart, an impulsive fear which burned with an intensity matched only by its brevity. In a flash, it was gone.
Leaves spun wildly in the breeze. She felt the rope tug as Dan secured the knots, leaving her dangling some six feet above the ground, just a few feet from the edge of the cliff. It was so serene, so surreal, Cara closed her eyes and let her mind drift.
The sound of Dan’s camera brought her back. He was so serious. So focused. She watched him intently as he picked his spots, fiddled with settings on his camera, and moved around below her. He noticed her staring and grinned sheepishly. She let her gaze move to the horizon, staring intently at the heavy clouds seeping into the valley below them. Summer was here but spring was clearly not ready to give in yet. Cara’s world spun slowly in the ropes, the harness snug but comforting.
“How you doin’ up there? Anything numb?” Dan called up.
Cara wiggled her fingers and toes, wriggled her body to the best of her ability. “So far, so good.”
The rest was a blur. A haze crept over her mind like the clouds in the valley. Everything seemed so calm, so quiet, so perfectly still. There was order in her world again after so much chaos in the preceding weeks. When she realized Dan was getting ready to lower her she could feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
She hit the blanket with a soft thud and felt the straps coming loose. Dan’s hands flew through the knots and what had seemed to take forever to put on came off entirely too soon. The rush of freedom was not a welcome feeling for Cara. Not yet.
Without speaking she slipped her yoga pants off, without bothering to remove her boots which she only realized when her pants were wrapped down around them. Dan’s stifled laugh caused her to fix him with a sharp stare. Swiftly she slipped her shirt over her head, only momentarily breaking eye contact with Dan.
“I want you to tie me up again. I’m not ready to stop. And, if you’re comfortable…” she trailed off, her voice suddenly seeming so quiet and small, “I want you to fuck me. Here. Now. Hard.”
Dan blinked and scratched his chin. “The rope, no problem, you sure about the second part though hon?”
Cara gestured to the tangled mess of pants and boots at the end of her legs, “Do I look like someone who is uncertain?”
He grinned and knelt down to help slip off her boots before grabbing the rope again. It was a simple tie this time, a few coils of rope around her wrists, then another line over her shoulders leading to a wrap around her waists. Her arms were pulled back behind her head until her shoulders burned with the exertion. Before she could complain she felt just an iota of slack appear in the rope and the sensation became more manageable, almost pleasant.
Dan looped more rope around her ankles, binding them to her thighs so that she balanced precariously on her knees, her cheek pressed into the soft fleece blanket he’d placed below her while suspended. Through the twisted grass all she could see was the valley below her, deep green trees beneath the clouds and much lighter shades high up on the hills where the sun was still striking.
Dan’s beard tickled her thighs and caused her to squirm as he kissed his way up the back of her leg. His hands ran along the outside of her calves, stroking her gently as he worked his way along her thighs. Then, with ease, his tongue was on her clit. He was slow and deliberate, clearly savoring her taste, and it was all she could do to stay balanced. Her breathing quickened as his pace increased, clearly he was starting to feel more comfortable as well, his hands more insistent and rough. Then he was gone.
For a moment the air was completely still. No breeze, no sounds, save for her heavy breathing. She could feel her legs trembling in anticipation. Her breasts, which had been flattened against the ground, suddenly swung freely as he grabbed the back of her harness and pulled her up. Now she was very much parallel to the ground, her head held back to continue staring out at the valley below. His free hand guided his cock into her pussy and with a quiet grunt he slipped deep inside of her.
Her mind went blank. Everything she had brought with her, each concern and worry and source of stress, fled from her body as his cock entered her. Her breath caught in her throat and the first few thrusts she took in silence. Then, this crystal clear moment inside of her shattered. All of her pent-up frustration broke free and she moaned a long, lingering wail which turned into a quiet sob. He paused and reached up to stroke her cheek as she silently wept.
“You okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, please,” she could barely whisper, “It’s good. It’s…needed.”
Gentle as he may have been, Cara didn’t have to ask twice. His thrusts picked up instantly, the speed and intensity quickly increasing, one hand continuing to hold her up, her head and tits bouncing wildly as he took her from behind. She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, see small pools forming in the creases of the blanket beneath her. Everything felt so wonderful and horrible at the same time. She felt empty and complete.
Cara’s emotions began to rise again, she could feel something building within her, knew that another crescendo was about to wash over her. Then Dan moved his free hand around her hips and his thumb found her clit. Her brain froze again, completely overwhelmed by pleasure, all other thoughts and feelings evaporated. This, combined with the flood of conflicting emotions caused Cara to explode. She came with an intensity she’d never before experienced. She screamed, she cried, she thrashed in her bonds. Some part of her could feel Dan’s hands holding her steady but it was a quiet corner of her mind that had any awareness of the world around her. The rest of her was lost to pain and the pleasure which was driving it out.
Dan stopped thrusting and held tight to her bonds, wrapping one arm around her chest and lifting her up to ease the pressure of the harness on her shoulders and back. She whimpered and sobbed between moans, completely lose to the outside world, His hand fell on her breast and held her tightly, pinning her back to his chest.
After a few minutes her trembling subsided and she took a few long, deep breaths.
“You stopped,” she whispered.
“I waited,” he replied, still clinging tightly.
She sighed, a long exhalation which seemed to shake loose the last few remnants of what had brought her to pursue this in the first place. “I want you to finish.”
Dan eased her back to the ground, pressing her face into the blanket. He was harder this time, thrusting deep inside of her, both hands on her hips pulling them into him as he drove his cock deeper into her pussy. She smiled as his grunts and groans came in more rapid succession, focusing on the feeling of his cock swelling inside of her. Then he too broke, he held tight to her hips, pulling her body as close to him as he could and let loose a torrent of cum deep inside her.
His hands still on her waist he let his head fall to her shoulder and plant a large, drawn-out kiss there. His cock twitched, sending one last spurt of cum into her cunt, but he stayed firmly buried inside of her. The wind whispered through the trees and a heavy silence crept back into the woods as they stayed there, still, and quiet again.
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