Victoriously Yours,

Woefully Isolating

A fine shine of anticipation broke on his upper lip as Yisrael began to strip, waiting for her to concede.

"You can't keep tying me up like this! I'm not your stupid submissive women! I'm not like that!"

He didn't bother to argue. It was true, though. She wasn't the type. She was as dominant as one could get, aggressive and greedy even, with him but it made it more alluring for him to resist her.

He liked her bound for him. Every inch of her body for his own personal use.

The moment he dropped his pants, her eyes widened and grew heated as she took in hardened shaft.

The woman was greedy. She had no shame in looking away like most of the women did with him.

They'd be coy and he had to tell them to look at him. Something once upon a time he had enjoyed, now not so much.

Giving it nice slow stroke, he rasped. "You want my cock, woman?"

She immediately bristled, jutting her chin at him. "Give it to your timid harem of women who keeps following you around."

"They have already seen it, I'm more interested in your thoughts."

The fact he casually added that there were several other women who had seen and she knew touched and given him blow jobs were making her hate him even more.

She whirled around to get away from him when she halted to find Yori coming towards them with her bottles of shampoo and conditioner. "Wait- that is mine! Yori!"

He gave apologetic shrug and laid the bottles on the hard stone ledge right by the stream.
"Yisrael gave me- a threat. Sorry, River!"

As he ran away like a little weasel, she shouted at retreating back. "Thanks a lot, friend! You are no more my bro!"

"You can come in the water. It's nice and cool. I'll wash you."

She whipped her gaze at him right as he dove into the deep water from the lower ledge.

"I will not have you bathe me like some toddler!" She stomped her boots at him even though she felt an unknown tension cooking inside her.

To have his hands... no no no!

He surfaced up to see her still standing right there with an annoying frown etched on her face.

He swam back to the ledge, taking her bottle of shampoo.

"Hey! That's mine!"

He flipped the lid open and smelled the content. "You used my cave. I use you."

She sputtered. "Excuse me?"

He sighed as if he was tired of this conversation.

"Now ask me to bathe you or I will keep you tied up for the next coming days. You can stink up on your own and mind you, I won't allow you back into my tent. I'm very sensitive to smell."

"You are impossible! I'm not doing this!"

She twirled back around only to have her ankles clutched, he snatched her feet from under her and she waited for the hard rock to hit her back but he was already there, his hand gently bracing her back down.

"You'll do as I say."

He began to untie her boots and she fought him with her already dizzy strength. "Stop it! Yisrael-"