18.2 Exchange

You continue watching warily as he begins shrugging off the animal hides covering his torso. Pale moonlight shines in through a small, dirty window in the corner. The light softly illuminates his large form, high lighting the large muscles that stretch across his back. You feel your pulse increasing as the reality of what you've gotten yourself into sinks in. Once the garments are removed, he turns and looks over at you. He raises a brow in what appears to be amusement when he sees your rather **** expression.

"Come now," He says in a low tone as he steps towards you. "Am I that terrible to look at?"

A blush swiftly spreads over your face at his unexpected question. You shift around nervously, unsure of how to respond. Biting your lip, you can't help glancing over his wide, burly torso. He's yet to remove the clothes covering his lower half. However, you can all but imagine what lies in store. The imposing figure stops before you and takes a moment, looking over you as well. You startle slightly when he moves to place on of his hands on your shoulder. Goosebumps quickly form on your skin as he runs his large thumb against your exposed collarbone.

Still finding yourself unable to speak, you remain in place as he pulls part of your shirt aside. Suddenly unable to take the tension any longer, you step back. The man gives you another questioning look before speaking again.

"Do you want the information you seek or not?" He asks, his voice sounding as if he's losing interest in the situation.

"You could just give it to me." You mumble softly, fidgeting with the portion of your shirt he had just been holding.

"I could." He agrees somewhat indifferently while his dark eyes remain fixed on your own. "But nothing in this world comes without a price."

Something about his look or perhaps his tone tells you there will be no further negotiating. Sighing softly, you know you can't leave without learning more. Taking a hesitant step forward, you swallow nervously then slowly speak.

"Very well, but I'd least like to know your name first."

A wide grin spreads across the man's broad face before he replies, "Isaac."

A moment later, he is back in front of you, brazenly running his hand down to the buttons of your shirt. A shiver runs down your spine when he begins swiftly undoing them. Your face grows hot as your chest is soon exposed when the shirt is roughly pulled off your shoulders. You move to step away again, only to feel one of the man's large arms loop around your back. Air is quickly **** out of your lungs as you're pushed up against his taut frame. You stiffen in surprise when he leans his face down against the top of your head. You're **** to remain motionless as he keeps you in his tight embrace. Finally, after what feels like a couple of minutes does his grip loosen.

"I've waited a long time for this." He mumbles into your hair before stepping away.

Your eyes widen in apprehension as you stand before the man. Based on the tension in his face and body, you get the impression he's holding himself back. You're not sure if this knowledge comforts or scares you. When he motions for you to move to the bed that stands in the corner, you do so almost robotically. Once seated, you slide back along the mattress until your back meets the headrest. The bed creaks loudly when Isaac places his weight on it. Your breath catches in your throat as he looms over you again. You gasp in surprise and slight protest when he grabs your leg, pulling you down onto your back. You squirm lightly as his weight bares down your small frame.

Gasping again, you struggle to relax under his hulking form. Before you can truly grasp the situation, you feel the man bury his face in the crook of your neck. His skin is surprisingly soft, feeling as if he may have shaved recently, though when he would have the time is unknown. His hair on the other hand, is rough and scrapes against the side of your face. Whimpering, you try to shift away from him to no avail. One of his hands runs down the side of your bare abdomen. Though his movements are unexpectedly gentle, you're sure he is restraining himself.

To your dismay, you find the soft touch of his rough hand intoxicating. More goosebumps form along your skin as the hand drifts lower. You wait on baited breath when it stops at your waist, then slowly travels back up. Though your mind is **** to keep your thoughts neutral, your body is eagerly awaiting more. Trying to dismiss these feelings, you glance around the man at the rest of the room. Perhaps you can at least spot something that provides you more information. Before you can do a full sweep, your attention is quickly drawn away. The sensation of fingers brushing across your chest is suddenly more than you can bear. You wince after emitting a soft moan and blush deeply again.

Isaac shows no sign of either noticing or caring. His movements remain slow and even paced as he continues running his hand across your body. Despite your internal protests, your body keeps reacting eagerly. Something about his gentle and restrained touch is inexplicably gratifying. Perhaps because it's quite the opposite than you had been expecting. Regardless of the reason, your mind is growing increasingly cloudy with each passing moment. Sighing softly, you find yourself relaxing as he runs his hand back down along your abdomen. When he reaches your lower half you're too distracted to object. You breathe out another soft moan when his fingers graze against your sensitive skin. The flush on your face only grows hotter when you realize you're already slick with anticipation. Breathing out nervously, you try to contain yourself as his movements grow more firm.

His mouth continues to move along your bare shoulder, leaving a trail of electricity in its wake. Squirming lightly, you try in vain to distract yourself. Unfortunately, after a couple of minutes of the action you're unable to resist any longer. Gasping, you distractedly grab on to the man's arm as you're overcome by pleasure. While you're recovering, you feel Isaac's weight shift away from you. Still dazed, you fail to realize what his movements are leading towards. Just as it occurs to you, it's far too late for you to react. Blinding pain spreads across you as you're suddenly and unexpectedly filled. Exclaiming in discomfort, you try to pull away unsuccessfully. Isaac's arm swiftly slips behind you, pulling you firmly against him. Breathing out sharply, you try to adjust to the initially uncomfortable feeling.

As the man continues moving, you focus on growing more accustomed to the sensation. Though he's larger than you're used to, it's not completely unbearable. Biting back tears, you attempt to relax as he begins increasing his pace. Eventually, you find the pain subsiding back into pleasure and relax further.

"Am I too much for you?" Isaac chuckles softly after pulling back and seeing your face.

"It's fine." You turn your face away, worried he will see the pleasure you're trying to hide.

He doesn't reply, instead moving his hand over to brush hair away from your face. Frowning, you throw him a slightly confused glance. Nothing about his actions or temperament have matched any of your assumptions so far. Oddly, this makes you more skeptical of the man than less. Dismissing the gesture, you try again to divert your attention away from the unwanted pleasure you're experiencing. Unfortunately, as the man's broad torso continues slamming against your small frame, you find it increasingly difficult to ignore it. Clenching your jaw, you feel yourself reaching your verge again. Squirming, you grip the blanket beneath you tightly. It's not long before another orgasm is shooting through you.

You can hear Isaac breathing out deeply as he continues moving at a methodical pace. It seems to be all he can do to keep from moving more fervently. Panting softly, you try to catch your breath as you rebound from the last climax. As he keeps moving you find yourself growing uncomfortably impatient. While the gentle pace had been welcomed at first, it now feels slow and almost teasing. You wish that he would do more but are hesitant to admit so to him. Exhaling sharply, you cautiously glance back in his direction.

"You don't have to be so... gentle." You mumble somewhat sheepishly as your blush increases.

"I think it's best I do." Isaac replies back after thinking over your words for a moment.

"You don't think I can handle it?" You're surprised to hear yourself blurt out.

The man raises a brow quizzically, seeming to be genuinely surprised by the question. His movements falter briefly as he seems to consider the presumed invitation.

"You don't know what you're asking for." He states in his low, melodic tone while looking over you thoughtfully.

"Then why don't you show me?"

There's a brief pause after your question then in an instant the wind is all but knocked out of you. Gasping out in surprise, you find yourself thrown over onto your stomach. Pressure is felt on your hips as the man digs his fingers against them. Before you can adjust to the new position he has roughly reinserted himself into your tight opening. More air is **** out of your lungs as his weight presses against your back. His large arm wraps around your stomach, holding you in place while he begins his ****. A mix of fear and adrenaline courses through you as he continues slamming into you. Liquid steadily runs down your inner thighs with each powerful thrust. A deep moan escapes your lips as your body quickly gives into the rough pleasure.

The coarse material of the blanket is scraping against the side of your face as you slide back and forth across it. Isaac's arm around you tightens slightly, pulling you closer against his slick abdomen. Your fingers curl around the fabric you're lying on as you fight to remain some control. Unfortunately, your body continues to have a mind of its own. You can feel more liquid seeping down your legs when you're overcome by a final climax. Gasping out, you squirm against the man's embrace while you're overcome by pleasure. Isaac quickly pulls away a moment later, breathing out deeply. You've hardly had a moment to recover before you feel yourself being flipped over again. Your eyes widen when the man moves over you. You hadn't had a chance to get a good look at him until now. Blinking in surprise, you're unsure how you were able to fit him to begin with.

There's little time to think this over as it's more than obvious what he now wants. Hesitantly, you reach forward and wrap your fingers around the base of his large member. Seeming uncharacteristically impatient, Isaac places a hand behind your head, pulling you forward in the motion. Somewhat doubtfully, you part your lips before leaning forward further. It's a bit of a tight fit, but you find you're able to wrap your mouth around him. Though you doubt you'll be able to slide more than half of him into it. Working carefully, you gently run your hand up and down the portion you're unable to fit in. You hear Isaac groan deeply as you continue your motions. The fingers around your hair tighten, pulling you down further.

Tears spring into your eyes as more of his thick shaft is **** down your throat. After a moment you pull back quickly, gasping and sputtering for air. Apparently unsatisfied, the man pulls you down again roughly, sliding even more of his length down this time. Your eyes widen in fear as your airway is cut off and you're unable to pull back. Isaac groans again as he continues forcing more of himself past your narrow passage. Struggling against him, you feel him completely envelope your throat before finally pulling away. You gasp in air deeply just as thick, warm liquid splashes against your face. Coughing, you lean back against the headboard and try to catch your breath. Hesitantly reaching up, you slowly wipe the muck out of your eyes.

Isaac's looming figure still stands before you, his large chest deeply rising and falling as he breathes. You quickly look away when his eyes turn to you, suddenly feeling rather abashed. Though he remains silent, you can feel his gaze burning against your flushed skin. The bed shifts under his weight when he gets up a moment later. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he wipes off then redresses. When he's done he tosses your clothes over onto the bed. Before you can begin redressing, he silently turns and begins exiting the room.