"Do you trust me?"
His hot breath on the back of her neck sent a shiver down her spine despite the sultry weather. Nodding her head, unable to speak, Rose felt a tingle of anticipation build inside her. From the moment she'd met Nick he'd had this effect on her, this ability to drive all rational thought from her head with just a look, a touch, a few words whispered in her ear. Closing her eyes, she leant back against him, waiting...
They'd walked hand in hand through the forest, laughing and joking like old friends, merrily ignoring the 'Keep Off' signs as they tripped through the undergrowth. The path was barely discernible at times, the weeks of heavy rain that preceded the current heatwave had triggered an explosion in plant life and although Nick went first, his heavy boots and cargo pants better suited to forcing a way through, Rose still felt the sting of nettles on her bare legs and brambles tugged at her cotton dress as if reluctant to let her pass.
Following the line of the rusty wire fence that ran along the ridge, Nick stayed alert, his eyes searching until he found what he was looking for.
Reaching out, he'd taken Rose's hand, leading her carefully down the steep slope. There were ditches and trenches down here, concealed beneath the deceivingly solid greenery and he stepped cautiously, unwilling to risk a fall.
The path he'd trodden earlier that day had almost disappeared, the plants springing back robustly and hiding the evidence of his previous visit, but he saw no indication that anyone else had been this way recently and he was glad. For this, he didn't want to be interrupted.
Turning the corner, the ground became more solid under his feet and he breathed a sigh of relief as the huge concrete structure loomed up in front of them.
"What is it?" Rose whispered, unwilling to shatter the peace of the place. Birds sang in the trees and a light breeze rustled the leaves, but other than the faint sound of a distant motorway it was almost as if the real world didn't exist.
"It's a defence post," he replied, "see this, this is where they'd put the big gun, and these are the tracks so that they could turn it to point out in whichever direction they needed.
"Just over there, behind that treeline, is the river. This whole embankment was built to protect against invaders coming up from the sea."
Gazing around, Rose's gasped at the thought of a gun large enough to fill this space. The semi-circular tracks were a good three or four metres in diameter and a quarter metre wide, engraved with lines and numbers like a compass face.
The concrete wall built into the bank was also in the shape of a semi circle but at least 10 metres across and a good 4 metres high, curving in on itself at the top like a bus shelter. To protect the soldiers from the rain, or to stop anyone climbing up and out over the top, she wondered morbidly.
Embedded in the floor, roof and walls of the structure were huge iron rings, she counted eight in total. Remembering her history lessons she imagined the gun chained to those rings to stop it moving too much when it fired. This wasn't a gun, she thought, it was a large cannon!
Immersed in her thoughts, she almost forgot Nick as she wandered round, running her fingers over the cold concrete and peering into barred off windows, the barriers erected in more recent times, she mused, given the relative lack of weather damage.
Nick watched on in bemusement as she investigated each and every nook and cranny, seemingly needing to touch everything she saw. Sitting down in the shelter of the overhang he waited for her to finish her exploration, a wry grin on his face as he contemplated the fact that one war relic could hold her attention for so long.
When at last she turned back to him, Nick spread his legs and patted the ground in front of him.
"Come here," he said, grinning at the happy smile on her face as she skipped over to him. Bending down she pressed a playful kiss on his lips before dropping to sit cross legged between his legs, her back resting on his chest and her head tilted up to his.
"Sorry," she groaned ruefully, giving him another peck on the lips, "I might have gotten a bit carried away for a second."
Wrapping his arms around her waist he squeezed tightly, biting gently on the skin of her neck where it met her shoulder.
"Bad girl," he chastised teasingly, a naughty gleam in his eye. "I think you need to be taught a lesson."
"Mmm," she purred as she felt his sharp teeth digging into her soft flesh, "are you offering?"
"Do you trust me?" He murmured, nibbling up to nuzzle against the sensitive spot just below her ear, then moving round to do the same on the other side.
His hot breath on the back of her neck sent a shiver down her spine despite the sultry weather. Nodding her head, unable to speak, Rose felt a tingle of anticipation build inside her.
"I didn't hear you," he whispered in her ear, biting down on the lobe and tugging slightly.
"You know I do," she muttered as his hands drew little circles on her upper thighs, destroying her concentration.
"And you'd tell me if I did anything you didn't like?" He questioned.
"You know I would."
"Then stand up," he said softly, "and close your eyes."
With her eyes closed, all Rose could see was the red of the sun shining through her eyelids as the sun beat down upon her skin. She arched her back unconsciously as Nick ran one finger down the length of her spine to her waist, the skin bared by the halter-neck fastening of her dress. Dipping his finger just below the edge of the fabric, he traced the seam as it ran across the top of her buttocks and up, his hand brushing over her rib and causing her to take in a sharp breath as she anticipated his touch on her breast.
Instead she felt cool cloth against her face and the world went dark as he tied a blindfold over her eyes.
"Still trust me?" He whispered against her ear, his hands running up and down her sides over her dress.
"Yes," she breathed, her mind focused on his hands now that her sight had been taken from her.
Still standing behind her he let his fingers roam up her hips, past her waist to her ribcage, just skimming the undersides of her soft breasts. Not being able to see what he was doing or knowing where he'd touch next intensified his usual effect on her, her skin hypersensitive now so that she imagined she could sense the heat radiating out from him, reaching her just a millisecond before he touched her. His hands slid softly up and then down her arms, bringing them out in front of her until her wrists were pressed together, her arms held out away from her.
"Hold that position," he murmured and she heard footsteps and rustling before he returned to stand in front of her. She felt something soft being wrapped around her wrists, a rope of some sort, pulled tight then tested by his finger slipping beneath it. Testing it herself she tried to spread her hands apart but the rope held firm and her breathing quickened, a flood of wetness drenching her pussy as she realised he'd tied her hands securely, she wouldn't be able to escape.
"Okay?" He asked from behind her and she jumped, not realising he'd changed position again.
"Yes," she replied huskily, not wanting to admit how much this was turning her on, wondering what he'd do next.
Smirking, Nick used a hooked pole to feed the long, looped end of the rope through the large iron ring in the ceiling, leaving enough slack that she wouldn't realise yet what he was doing. Smoothing his hands from her bare shoulders back down to her wrists he raised her arms above her head, bending to kiss the nape of her neck as her back arched from the change in position, pushing her breast out and her bottom back.
This time he didn't need to tell her not to move, she held herself motionless as he stepped away, threading the end of the rope through the ring in the rear of the chamber and pulling it taut before tying it in a slip knot.
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