Castles Burning Part Two by Nicole Ryan

caught in my throat at his words and at the sight of his eyes roaming all over my body. His thick black hair begged to be pulled but I held my hands still at my sides, slowly he turned his face up to mine. I inhaled sharply and my eyes widened as he slid his left hand, which held no ring, around my back, inside my coveralls and up the back of my shirt. He pulled me to him, holding me close, my breasts in his face as he looked up at me. He rested his palm in the arch of my lower back, and as my breasts heaved in front of him he let his eyes drop to them appreciatively. I felt like I might fall apart.
    “When a man possesses a woman with your passion, he has a duty.” He told me as his right hand sought the seam of my white shirt and lifted it slightly up to show my belly button, his delicate touches raised the tiny hairs along my flesh. He smiled brightly and his thumb caressed the skin between my navel and my pubic bone. “He must entice her. Excite her.” He said bringing his lips to my stomach, his dense stubble scratching across my sensitive skin.
    Slowly his hand came away fr om my back and both of them slid to my shoulders as he stood up before me, his fingers under my coveralls. I looked up at him and watched him press them down my back, he stopped when my upper body was exposed, and the sleeves that were rolled up to my elbows caught. They still covered my forearms and he held them behind my back, looking down at me pensively before he suddenly twisted the dark blue material into a knot, pinning my arms together behind my back. He savagely spun me around by my wrists, planting my back against his front. I gasped as his hands found my breasts and massaged them brutally, his mouth seeking out my neck. His fingers came up to the collar of my white shirt and I saw the muscles in his forearms flex as he violently tore the material apart, and then yanked my bra down freeing my breasts over the tops of the cups.
    “He must know how to b ring her lust to the surface. He must be someone who understands what you crave.” He whispered, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
    I panted and closed my eyes, fighting to keep myself from moaning as he tore the rest of my shirt apart, and yanked the sleeves down, tearing it free before he tossed it to the floor. He came around to stand in front of me and squatted down to unzip the front of my coveralls the rest of the way.
    “Get down.” He instructed. I sank to my knees before him and he pulled my knees free from my coveralls. Again, he took them down half way, turning the legs inside out; they wrapped around my ankles as he’d done with my arms. He positioned my work boot clad feet, which only aided the bind on my ankles, behind me. He took the fabric of my coveralls and twisted it so that it pulled my feet up to my wrists. He grasped my panties in his hands and ruthlessly ripped them apart, tear by tear, at one end, then the other and ripped them through my thighs, tossing them to the floor with my shirt. I was shaking all over.
    “A woman like you needs special attention doesn’t she?” He asked me.
    I stared up at him wide eyed, trying to wrap my mind around what was happening , how it was happening. He gave me a look of exasperation and then reached out and smacked my right breast and I jumped before I cried out.
    “ Ow!” I gritted my teeth and pulled my eyebrows together.
    “Answer me,” he said. “I know this isn’t your first time.” He smiled that charismatic, beautiful smile again.
    “Yes, Sir.” I said looking down at his groin, my insides were aching, and this was what I’d been craving.
    He smiled down at me, as if he knew my secret, and wrapped one hand around my twisted coveralls and hauled me forward to him, my stomach resting on the cool steel floor. I saw his black boots in front of my face as I heard him unzip his khaki coveralls and saw his white undershirt fall to the floor. One of his knees came to rest on the floor right in my line of