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  Maybe the guys thought I was resigned to my situation, so I leaned over my backpack, patted it, and sighed like I was tired and going to use it as a pillow. I looked back to see them busy taking, so I lay with my head turned toward them, watching underneath my eyelashes while I pretended to sleep. With my back hand, I slowly felt around for Honon's knife. After about five minutes, I finally found it and slipped it into my backpack. I sat up and patted it like I was uncomfortable, making sure the knife was well hidden inside. With a sigh, I lay back down again only to worry about Honon and what he had planned for the rest of the day.

  During an erotic dream about Honon, I felt something crawl on my cheek. I immediately woke up with a gasp and swatted away at the bug that turned out to be Honon's finger. When I started to get up, he gently pushed my shoulder until I was lying down. I looked around the camp; it was still set up but the other guys were gone.

  Honon was lying on his side, propped up on his elbow, murmuring to me. He started to rub my lips with his rough finger. The bolts of electricity that shot through my body had my heart racing, but it also gave me the strength to jump up. I scowled down at him, "Ken…no!" He grabbed my ankle when I started to walk away and I ended up on all fours. I tried to crawl away, but he still hand my ankle.

  "No, you're not going to do this again," I growled and kicked out with my other foot. He grabbed both my ankles and pulled me toward him. So fast that I barely caught his movement, he was straddling me and holding both of my arms above my head in one of his hands. He took his finger and gently rubbed my lips. I felt tingles as he trailed his finger to my chin and slowly down my throat to the hollow at the base. He watched his finger all the way until it stopped--and his eyes continued on down.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat, willing my racing heart to slow down, but I was sure he saw it. Memories of my dream resurfaced--Honon's lips on mine, his body moving over me…Damn it. I tried to keep breathing even, and I couldn't even squirm because of his strong hold on me. I growled, "Get off."

  His eyes quickly came back to mine and he shook his head, "Ken." The look in his eyes made me shut up immediately. I wasn't afraid he'd hurt me; his look was just so intense again. His pupils were dilated and I wondered if mine were too. I didn't want him to see lust in my eyes so I closed them quickly and turned my head to the side.

  The next thing I felt were his teeth nipping my earlobe and I gasped before holding my breath. He closed his lips around me lobe and sucked while he slowly lifted his head up.

  "Da'ni," he said. I barely turned my head to peek at him and he stood up. "Da'ni, Honon no," he said quietly.

  I looked fully at him, "No, an English no?"

  He held his hand out to me, I took it and he helped me up. Then he handed me some jerky and one of my water bottles. I sat eating, watching him suspiciously while waiting for my heart and breathing to go back to normal. He seemed to go on like nothing had happened. All right, if that's how he wants to play it, so can I. Worried that he might try something else, I kept an eye on him and quietly ate.

  Once we finished eating, he held out his hand to me. I grabbed my backpack and stood up without taking his hand. He grabbed his roll and we walked toward the sound of the stream. My heart picked up speed again, he had his pack. Please, please don't open it. The woods were getting more and more dense. That's probably why they'd set the camp up away from the stream.

  I tried to keep in my mind the route we'd taken. I couldn't forget, but it was going to be difficult. We'd wound around so much in the trees that day, I couldn't tell which direction we'd gone. I couldn't see the sun half the time either, so that didn't help.

  We came to the stream and I could hear the others up a ways. He followed the stream down until we came to a small pool where he stopped and pointed toward the water. My heart sped up. Oh no, not doing that again. I shook my head, "Ken."

  Honon gave me a little smirk and headed toward the water. If he's gonna get naked and bathe…now's the time to escape. At least I had the knife. I had to leave before he realized it was gone and while the others were busy with their baths. I grabbed an empty water bottle and tossed it to him so he could fill it, like I'd be around to drink it later. He looked back at me while he was walking to the water, then turned around. I dug in my pack and pulled out the last of my wipes, showing him. "I have to go to the bathroom."

  He quickly untied his breech cloth so it fell. I know he heard my gasp before I quickly spun around, and his laugh followed me while I walked away. It sent a shiver through my body, almost making me want to turn back around.

  No! This is my chance. I casually walked away, acting like I was looking for a tree. I found a great big one and walked behind it. Carefully, I peeked around to gauge if he could see me; I took off my shirt and hooked it to the tree so he could just get a glimpse of it. As fast and as quiet as I could, I slipped away. I picked up some rocks and shoved them in my pocket while I looked for the closest, tallest tree I could climb and wait for dark. There were so many to choose from so I scrambled up the closest one, about fifty feet from the tree with my shirt on it.

  Maybe five minutes later I heard him yell my name. My heart jumped into my throat and I prayed a quick prayer. I had the rocks in my hand as he stalked my way. Please don't let him hear me, don't let him look up. Luckily he walked away from me.

  When a tree blocked my view of him I threw a rock far in the opposite direction. He immediately took off to where he'd heard the sound.

  Probably only fifteen minutes went by before I saw him slowly walk back toward the tree with my shirt on it. He studied the ground and started walking my way.

  Oh no. I was going to throw up. With so many leaves on the ground I hadn't thought I'd left a trail; but he stopped at the bottom of my tree and sat down. He knew, he had to, he just sat there making bird calls every minute or so. He never looked up. Maybe he's giving up?

  The sounds of horses were coming our way and the others soon appeared. "This is just great," I mumbled quietly. Honon calmly talked to them for a couple of minutes before they all rode off in different directions.

  Did he send them off looking for me? Oh no…to be found by Liwanu. What am I gonna do? What if…no…he can't catch me. Soon, a spider was crawling on my shoe; no way could I move to get that ugly bug off me. A few minutes later I had a horrible itch on my back and told myself that it wasn't a spider. I didn't know how much longer I could keep it up. I started to get hungry and worried that my stomach would growl. Damn it, why'd I stop so soon? I needed a tree farther away. A chipmunk chattered at me before it scampered away. I knew at least an hour had passed. He had to know I was up there; he was just playing with me.

  The others came back and started to set up camp for the night. I was doomed with no way to escape. It wasn't possible that all four of them would be heavy sleepers. "Fine, fine, you win," I sighed out loud.

  Honon stood up and faced me with his hands crossed over his chest, and he did not look happy. Kosumi laughed.

  I stretched my back and legs out, and turned to get down the tree. When I was almost to the bottom, Honon grabbed me. He ripped my backpack off, threw me over his shoulder, and walked away from the campsite. I didn't want to make things worse by yelling or kicking. I can't get away. Why'd I do it? What's he gonna do? He hadn't hurt me yet…not yet.

  He walked a ways from the camp and set me, none too gently, on the ground. I was on his blanket. I looked around and saw his pack and wood stacked to make a fire. Yep, he knew I was in the tree. I slowly looked up at him. Most of my hair had come out of my pony tail so I moved it out of my face to see him. He stood next to me with his long, muscular legs spread; his huge arms bulging across that massive chest; and a majorly pissed-off look on his face. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out before looking away. First I crossed my arms, then, I set my hands in my lap…I didn't know what to do with them.

  Honon suddenly jumped on me and I inhaled sharply when he pushed me down. While straddling me, he grabbed one wrist an
d tied a leather strap to it. He tied the strap to a sapling. My other wrist was also tied away from my body so that my arms were about my head in the ten and two positions.

  I still didn't do anything; I knew to struggle wouldn't be the smartest thing. Quickly, he moved down to my feet and removed my boots and socks. He tied both of my ankles to stakes that were already in the ground. I was spread eagle, which made me more nervous and I breathed faster. At east I had my clothes on; that gave me some comfort.

  He stood above me again, glaring. I wished I knew what he was thinking. "Honon," I started to say, but he interrupted me, growling words I didn't understand and probably didn't want to know. I watched him stalk over to the wood and start the fire. Standing with his back to me for a few minutes, he ran his hands through his hair and sighed. He turned and came back over to me; he slowly bent forward and grabbed the knife strapped to his calf.

  "Oh, please no…ken," my voice trembled.

  He landed on me, straddling my hips. That brought my eyes right back on him, wide, and I was sure, full of terror. He picked up the bottom of my tank top and put the knife to it, slowly cutting it all the way to the top. I tried to not take deep breaths, afraid he might cut me. Cutting the straps to my top so that it completely fell away, he pulled it out from underneath me and threw it into the fire.

  "Please, I'm sorr…" I couldn't even finish before he leaned down with his hands on either side of my head and growled something with his face only inches from mine. I flinched and swallowed hard. Biting my lip, I nodded my head, "Okay, okay."

  Honon grabbed the center of my bra, put his knife between the bra and my skin, and stared at me. His gaze held mine; I held my breath and couldn't look away. The green in his eyes was magnified. With a flick of his wrist my bra flew apart. I still couldn't look away. He felt for each strap and cut those. After tossing my bra over to the fire, he slowly took his eyes from mine.

  I watched his eyes stop at my lips, trail down to the rapid beating of my heart at the base of y neck, and go lower still. He looked back and for at my breasts and slowly brought his eyes back to mine. Please don't smirk…I'm humiliated enough. He didn't. The heat in his eyes instead was---definitely not anger or satisfaction.

  He scooted down lower so he was kneeling between my feet. Oh, no…don't cut my jeans. What'll I wear? "Honon, please…" I got another growl for my trouble. He leaned up to unsnap and unzip my jeans; sitting back down and starting with one leg, he cut and ripped it all the way to my waist. Shit. He turned to the other leg and repeated his actions. My jeans were thrown into the fire, and I felt a tear toll down the side of my face. I wasn't really sure why I cried; I wasn't afraid he'd hurt me even though I knew he wanted to punish me. My chest almost hurt, my heart was beating so hard.

  I looked up to find him looking right back at me. He took his finger and wiped away my tear before he leaned down and gently kissed where the tear had been. Sitting back up, he caressed my face and barely moved his head back and forth. He looked…sad. But he didn't stop; he slowly moved his eyes down my body, stopping at my underwear. It didn't cover much, but it sure gave me a sense of security.

  When he cut it away, that security was lost. He stood above me, raking his eyes all over me. Please don't… I thought that maybe his desire for me was stronger than his anger.

  I started to get angry. It wasn't right; I didn't ask to be in this situation. "All right, I get…"

  He growled back at me and I put my chin up, not letting him stop me. "I get it, you're in charge…for now." I yelled. "I shouldn't be punished for trying to save myself." He moved down between my legs again; I immediately shut up and tried not to whimper.

  I saw him reach out and felt him gently touch my breast. Oh no… With his finger, he circled around my breast at the base; his touch was as soft as the caress of a feather. His finger continued, slowly circling around up to my nipple, which immediately got hard. Traitor. When he lightly pinched it and rolled it between his thumb and finger, I moaned. Moving over to my other breast, he did the same. I couldn't have been breathing any harder while I squirmed underneath him---to move away or get closer, I didn't know.

  The look on his face was amazing. I'd never had anyone look at me the way he did. I'd wanted a real man, one that didn't kiss me like he was apologizing, I'd wanted passion. I finally had it and didn't know what to do with it. This was all wrong!

  Honon sat back and slowly moved his finger down my body, stopping every so often to look up at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His finger lowered to circle through my hair; and his thumb slowly parted me, making long, slow strokes. I couldn't stop the little noises in the back of my throat. He looked down at me. The sky was still light enough, even though we were under a canopy of trees, that I was sure he could see me glistening and feel my wet desire for him. His nostrils slightly flared and he quickly raised his eyes to mine again while his chest raised and lowered with his heavy breathing. The intensity, the desire in his eyes was like a caress as they roamed over my body. Keeping still was almost impossible. I didn't want him to have that type of power over me. I didn't want him knowing it.

  I couldn't watch him as he kept up the slow torture, moving his thumb, teasing like he was going to enter me, but never doing so. After I turned my head to the side I realized he could probably see my heart beating hard in my neck. When I heard him say my name in a husky whisper, I couldn't take it any longer; I moved against his hand, trying to get him to move where I wanted him while whimpering in frustration.

  He removed his hand to lean over me and rested on his forearms. "Da'ni." He grabbed my hair, moving my head to face hm. When I looked into his eyes he said something to me in a deep voice and brought his lips to mine, kissing gently, licking my lips, nibbling. I opened for his kiss and moaned loudly into his mouth when his silken tongue sought mine. My heartbeat wrenched up another notch.

  He lifted his body from mine and said something so I opened my eyes to look at him. And there it was, the final degradation, his smirk.

  I tried to make my eyes hard, and even though my mouth was dry, I spit at him. He looked shocked, and leaning in closer, once again moved his finger and head back and forth, "Ken." Wanting to scream in frustration, I just turned my head to the side so he couldn't see my tears. He walked to the fire and made his bird calls again. No…he's calling the others? He's gonna let them have me too? Wait…he didn't have me. He controlled me…oh how he controlled me…but he didn't "have me." Right? He was just making his point, right?

  I saw Kosumi walk up to Honon. No, please don't look. Kosumi handed something to Honon that smelled like cooked fish. I was surprised to find myself hungry as my stomach rumbled loudly. Kosumi looked at me and quickly looked away. He was speaking harshly to Honon and gesturing. Maybe he was trying to get Honon to let me go, maybe Kosumi would help me.

  "Kosumi, help me!"

  They both looked at me. Honon said something harsh to Kosumi and pointed toward the other camp, and Kosumi walked away.

  "No, Kosumi, don't let him…" I yelled out until Honon took two large steps over to me and dropped down on top of me. He was speaking harshly and I kept hearing him say Kosumi's name; then he grabbed my head with both his hands and started kissing me. Holding my chin to keep my mouth open, he turned my head to get better access, to be able to put his tongue deeper in my mouth. He was rough and demanding, as if he were branding me his.

  My senses came alive with his lips against mine, his bare chest touching mine. I slowly started responding, my tongue reached out for his. His hold loosened on me and his kiss softened. He sat up and looked at me quizzically, and as he was bending back down to kiss me again, my stomach rumbled.

  Rising, he went by the fire and grabbed the fish, some dried berries, and water. After sitting down beside me, he picked off a piece of fish and moved it toward my mouth. I let him feed me. When he put the food in my mouth he was always slow to remove his fingers, lingering to touch my tongue or lips. I felt juice running down the side of my
mouth and he leaned down to lick me clean.

  Honon grabbed his water and drank, making me realize how thirsty I was. He leaned down to kiss me, I thought, but from his mouth he slowly dribbled water between my lips and I drank greedily. Then he took the water and let some spill onto my chest and down my stomach. I watched his head slowly bend forward to drink the water at the hollow of my throat, and lower still to lick the rest of the water to dry me. I was breathing harder and harder. When he sucked and licked the water out of my belly button I laughed out loud and tried to squirm away. He sat up quickly and just stared at me for a minute before he grabbed his knife and cut all the ties off me.

  Wincing, I brought my arms back down to my sides. His hands smoothed over my shoulders while he sat me up and moved behind me, massaging and whispering. My hair was brushed aside before he kissed my neck. His kisses went down my arm; and moving my hair to the other side, he repeated his trail of kisses. He kissed and nipped my other arm until his lips came to my hand. Slowly, he moved in front of me, kissing my palm and slowly licking down each finger, sucking on the ends.

  He was beautiful, and he could be so tender. But he was also domineering, rough, and wild. He'd kidnapped me. He really hadn't hurt me, caused me pain, but he had scared me. I was so confused. I shouldn't want him; I did want him. He shouldn't have been able to make my body come alive. And then I didn't want to think anymore, I just wanted to feel.

  Honon put both of my hands on his chest; he stopped and looked at me. Taking both of my wrists, holding my hands flat against him, he watched me as he slowly moved my hands down his hard chest, down his muscled abdomen, over to the side of his hips. I watched my hands the whole time while gently moving my fingers, caressing as they slid down his sculpted body. When he stopped my hands at his hips, I looked up at him.

  "Da'ni," he moaned softly. I looked back down to my hands, to the ties of his breech cloth. He stood up on his knees and lifted me up onto mine. I quickly looked at him again for reassurance. Yes. His face was passive, except for his clenched jaw and his piercing eyes. I could see his heart beating near the hollow of his throat.