16.2 Agitation

That night you find yourself unable to sleep, your mind distracted by concern and pain from your leg. When the first rays of sunlight begin illuminating the area, you're more than eager to get up. The lack of sleep leaves you feel uncomfortably groggy. Sitting up slowly, you glance over to see Dane's sleeping form on the other side of the dying fire. Sliding forward, you quickly toss some more sticks and kindling over the flame. After a moment, it quickly roars back to life. Though it's added heat is less than ideal, it's better than spending the nights in complete darkness. You're certainly not going to waste another match if it's not necessary.

Your back quickly tenses when you hear the man before you stirring. Glancing down, you continue nervously poking at the fire with a long stick. You can feel his eyes on you when he stands.

"If you're trying to show me your use," He remarks curtly while stepping around the small fire. "It's not working."

Raising an eyebrow skeptically, you let out a scoff before replying.

"Don't flatter yourself..." Your words slowly taper off when Dane moves to sit beside you.

"What are you doing?" You exclaim, sitting up quickly when his hand moves toward your leg.

"Relax." He snaps, showing you the safety kit in his other hand.

You let out a soft exhale before hesitantly moving your leg over to him. Though it wouldn't be impossible for you to re-wrap it on your own. You know it will be better if someone else were to assist you. Biting the inside of your lip, you watch tentatively as he begins removing the bindings. You can't help gasping softly when the cloth is pulled away from the dry blood covering your leg.

"Be careful." You exclaim, wishing he would try being more gentle.

"I know what I'm doing." Dane retorts irately while continuing to strip the bandage away.

You shoot him an annoyed look but decide to trust him. Turning your head away, you try distracting yourself with thought. You've just about succeeded when sharp pain quickly shoots down your leg.

"Ouch!" You exclaim, reflexively jerking away from the man.

"Hold still." He grumbles, placing one of his large hands over your thigh. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."

Glancing over at his other hand, you see a slightly bloodied swatch of gauze. You blush slightly, now realizing what caused the stinging.

"Then stop hurting me." You can't help retorting, trying vainly to pull your leg away.

"I'm almost done." You hear him reply gruffly, his grip around your thigh tightening. "Stop squirming so much."

Gritting your teeth, you attempt to remain still as the wet cloth returns to your wounds. Wincing, you can tell he's used more **** than necessary. The cold liquid quickly seeps into your cuts, sending sharp waves of pain through them. After a minute of discomfort, he finally sets the rag down. Your chest is deeply rising and falling as you try to ignore the residual pain. His hand slides down your thigh before running beneath your calf. Your heartbeat increases as you feel his rough skin against your own. He lifts your leg before beginning to wrap clean gauze around it.

"Hey!" You gasp, twisting your leg in discomfort. "That's too tight."

"I told you, I know what I'm doing." Dane growls through a clenched jaw.

"I don't think you do." You state angrily, still unable to slide away from him. "You're going to make it worse."

"I said hold still." He snaps angrily and twists around to face you.

At this point you're sure even you could do a better job than him. Unfortunately, he seems completely unwilling to give up control. Squirming, you flinch as you try wrenching your leg away to no avail. Dane exhales irately while dropping the roll of bandages. His now free hand swiftly connects with your shoulder, pushing back against the ground. Your eyes widen slightly as his large form leans over your smaller figure.

"You're not good at listening." He mutters in a low tone, his sharp eyes narrowing as they observe you.

You swallow nervously as he continues looking at you thoughtfully. More of his weight presses against you when he shifts slightly. Despite your concern, you can't help still feeling angry at the man.

"Neither are you." You respond coldly, trying to slide your arm out from under him.

"You also don't know when to shut up." Dane states darkly, not the least bit disturbed by your struggle.

"Make me then." You scoff hotly while glaring up at the man.

A smug grin briefly flashes over his face before he leans down further. You can feel his beard scrape against your cheek when he speaks again.

"I will."

Before you can react, one of his hands grabs onto the front of your shirt. You gasp in protest when he sits up and rips the material open.

"Get off me!" You exclaim while he moves to pin your arms down.

"You need to be taught a lesson." He explains curtly and pulls your arms up over your head.

You're powerless to escape as he uses one hand to keep a hold of your wrists. The other moves to run down the middle of your torso. In spite of your fear, you can feel your body tremble in anticipation. Though you're completely enraged at the man, you can't deny an unwanted attraction to him. Your flush deepens as you see his eyes taking in your bare form. His stoic expression makes it difficult for you to gauge his thoughts. Pulling his hand away, you see him move it to the belt around his waist. You swallow nervously, and quickly look away. After a minute, you're roughly pulled up to a seated position. Your eyes widen again when you find yourself eye level with a large shaft.

You recoil slightly when he grabs your jaw and forces it open. Your protests are quickly muffled as your mouth is filled by his length. Sputtering, you feel his grip tighten while you're pulled forward. More of his member is **** down your throat when he takes a step towards you. His hand releases your face before moving to the back of your head. His fingers curl tightly around your hair as he begins thrusting himself in further. Tears quickly form in your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath. Dane seems to pay no attention to this and continues having his way with you. Just when you feel yourself growing dizzy, he finally pulls away. Gasping, you slump forward slightly, still held up by the man's strong grip.

Your arms are burning as they continue being held above your head. Breathing out shakily, you glance up at the man cautiously. His grip around your wrists tightens as he pulls you up to your feet. Wincing in pain, you stumble backwards when he steps forward. After a moment your back roughly connects with a coarse, firm surface. There's no need for him to **** you to be in such an uncomfortable position. You can only assume he's doing it to further antagonize you. Unwilling to give him any additional pleasure, you stand firm and shoot the man a scowl. He smirks again upon seeing your angry expression but remains silent.

You **** your expression to remain neutral when he slides a foot between your legs and pushes them apart. You've come too far to let yourself be broken by this man. Smiling wryly, you spread them apart further while keeping your gaze locked with his. One of his brows raises slightly before he takes another step forward. You inhale deeply when you feel him begin sliding into your narrow opening. To your annoyance, your body is quickly flooded by pleasure. You have to stifle the moan he elicits after moving in deeper. After a minute he finally releases his grip around your wrists. They sting slightly from the pressure but you're hardly aware of the pain. Dane slides his down your side before wrapping it under your injured leg.

You gasp audibly when he swiftly raises it up. Flinching, you try not to show your discomfort. Dane's torso presses against your frame, pushing you further into the sharp bark covering the tree. Regardless of this, you can feel yourself growing increasingly wet. This fact doesn't seem to be lost on the man as he casually runs his other hand along your slick inner thigh. He lets out a light scoff before increasing his pace. A small groan escapes you as you feel your pleasure increase. Squirming in his grip, you try your best not to give in. Unfortunately, your body quickly betrays you, noticeably trembling when you're overcome by a large orgasm.

Dane shows no signs of slowing down, his large form pressing firmly against you. You find yourself growing somewhat lightheaded as he continues. Part of you wants to beg him to stop while the other is pleading for more. Unwilling to admit to either of these thoughts, you bite your tongue instead. The only way to possibly win this power struggle is to remain neutral. Closing your eyes, you try to concentrate on the pain instead of pleasure. Despite your efforts, you're unable to ignore the waves of ecstasy that begin forming again. Whimpering softly, you feel yourself reflexively tightening around him. You can hear yourself moaning loudly as you unwillingly climax. Unfortunately, there seems to be little you can do to stop it.

Dane's grip around your leg tightens when you unconsciously arch into him. You're surprised to hear him groan softly in response. It shouldn't be a shock that he'd get off from your conformity. He pauses for a moment before thrusting into you deeply. A few seconds later he quickly pulls away. You gasp in surprise when warm liquid splash across your abdomen. You can hear the man panting softly as he takes a step back. You wince lightly as you pull away from the rough bark that has been digging into your skin. Though you're still conflicted about the experience, you do note the man looks considerably more relaxed. Admittedly, you also notice much of your tension gone. Blushing, you quickly pull your shirt back around your bare form. Dane smirks at your sudden modesty before turning and picking up his discarded clothes.