18.4 Tension

"I thought you weren't out here for me." You grumble before tucking your weapon away.

"Doesn't mean I can't get some answers." The man replies curtly, keeping a tight grip around your shirt. "After all, when else might I get the opportunity?"

"Who says you're getting that now?" You can't help but retort irately.

The man gives you an annoyed look before pulling you closer. His hazel eyes glare down at you impatiently as he observes you. You return his scowl with one of your own, finding yourself suddenly exhausted with the whole situation.

"I will make you talk." The man seethes, his deep voice grating on anger.

"Give it your best shot." You laugh bitterly, hoping to call his bluff.

Unfortunately, this only seems to provoke him further. You gasp in surprise when your arm is suddenly wrenched behind your back.

"I don't want to hurt you." He states brusquely while continuing to pin your arm down.

"You're not." You scoff hotly, trying to ignore the discomfort his action brings.

You're not unaware of the look of contempt that passes over the man's face as he contemplates his next move. Though you've obviously surpassed his perceived threshold of pain, he seems somewhat hesitant to increase the stakes. Deciding to test his restraints, you slowly begin stepping back away from him. Unfortunately, this only appears to remind him of his original goal. The grip around your wrist tightens somewhat painfully as you're pulled against his broad frame.

"You're not going anywhere." He snaps shortly while leaning down over you. "Not until you've answered my questions."

"Answer some of mine first." You mumble angrily through gritted teeth as you try to maintain your composure. "Like who you are to begin with."

The man gives you a wry smile before pulling you in closer. His sharp gaze pierces into your own as he uncomfortably obverses you.

"Name's Bruce." He replies in a low, almost husky tone.

You nod back absentmindedly, suddenly distracted by your proximity. The man's hand continues to wrap around your wrist as you're pinned against his broad chest. A combination of apprehension and intrigue slowly fills your form. Frowning softly, you tentatively try pulling away from him in vain. His arm around you quickly tightens, keeping you pressed against him as his gaze slips down past your face. A light blush covers your cheeks as you feel his eyes move across your body.

"What is your motive?" He inquires after a moment while keeping his eyes on your form.

"What's anyone's motive?" You can't help but scoff again. "To survive."

"Beyond that." He mutters, wrapping his free hand around the handle of your gun.

"I don't know..." You find yourself replying, feeling suddenly weak but struggling to maintain your grasp on the weapon.

"I will make you talk." Bruce states bluntly while easily prying the item away from you then tossing it to the side.

"Go ahead and try." You retort, having no reason to feel as brazened as you do. "You can't hurt me."

"Hurt you?" He repeats in a slightly amused tone while sliding his hand up along your arm. "No, I have something else in mind."

Your eyes widen as you feel him begin roughly pulling your shirt open. Gasping in protest, you try to pull away unsuccessfully. Once the garment has been pried away from your frame you throw the man a haughty look.

"You really think this will get me to talk?" You all but laugh and look at the man irately.

Bruce remains silent as he forcefully pulls you to the ground. His large frame presses down against you somewhat painfully. A dark look passes over his stern face as he takes a moment to observe you.

"When I'm through with you," He smirks lightly, running a hand along your bare side. "It won't be a question."

"As if I'd get any pleasure from you." You snap bitterly, still trying in vain to free yourself from his grip, "Just get it over with."

"We'll see." Is all he replies smugly before ripping away the rest of your garments.

You're annoyed to feel your blush increase when his hands begin moving about your body freely. You struggle against him as he begins moving down towards your lower half. A small gasp escapes your lips when he gently brushes his lips against your unexpected flesh. It seems as if he's more than prepared to pull out all stops. Attempting to ignore the sensation, you turn your face away as he begins his motions. Your body quickly tenses at the sensation of his tongue against your sensitive surface. Biting your own tongue until you taste blood, you fight against the pleasurable sensation. Squirming lightly, you're unable to keep from subtly arching into his touch.

His tongue continues flicking against your flushed skin, eliciting an unwanted moan. You can all but feel him smirk as his movements grow more fervent. Whimpering softly, you try your best to resist to no avail. Eventually, you find yourself gasping audibly as you're overcome by unexpectedly intense pleasure. Rather than pulling away, he continues running his slick tongue along your increasingly susceptible area. Writhing further in his touch, you try your best to resist the pleasure to no avail. Before you know it, another large climax has overcome your senses. Panting softly, you feel powerless when he slides his large form back over your torso.

Your flushed and somewhat abashed face peers down at him tentatively. You feel his weight shift subtly before slightly painful pressure is felt between your legs. There is little time to brace yourself before you're swiftly engulfed by his large member. Another gasp emits you're overwhelmed by sensation. You can't help but to moan again as your narrow passage is slowly filled. You feel Bruce's grip around you tighten as he begins increasing his pace. Breath is quickly **** out of your lungs as his large frame repeatedly presses against you. Though you're unwilling to give into his pressures, you find yourself increasingly distracted by pleasure.

Breathing out softly, you cannot stop yourself from wrapping a leg around his back. Your lower half arches into him deeper as you pull yourself against him. You can hear him scoff in satisfaction but are hardly aware as you continue reeling in the satisfaction it brings. A few moments later, your body is shuddering against him as it's overcome by another orgasm. Whimpering once more, you notice it's becoming increasingly difficult to resist the unexpected gratification his actions bring. Just as you feel yourself nearing a final orgasm he suddenly pulls away, Panting softly, you hesitantly sit up and give him a questioning look. He returns it with a smug expression of his own before speaking.

"So," He begins all too conceitedly while using his hands to keep you pinned down. "Will you tell me what I want to know?"

Wincing slightly, you squirm against his grip as you're distracted by the feeling of incompleteness. Though you'd love nothing more than to deprive him of his desires, your own have grown far too strong. Exhaling in exacerbation, you softly nod in affirmation. The smug grin on Bruce's face only increases before he swiftly lowers his weight back onto you. A moment later the piercing, almost painful sensation of his member sliding past your entrance is felt. A deep relief is emitted through your parted lips as you slowly relax back into his embrace.

Your leg wraps back around his lower half as he increases his pace fervently. A pool of liquid has collected beneath you, making it all too obvious how much you're enjoying the advancement. Finally, you're rewarded with a final climax before the man brusquely sits up. The sensation of warm liquid across your flushed skin sends goosebumps across it. Leaning back dazedly, you try to wrap your mind around the unexpected event. You can hear Bruce exhale as he slowly rolls off you and stretches out on his back. Frowning again, you can only wonder as to what questions he has in store for you.