We drove north to where the road split off and for a while wound through the coastal mountains, then Ryder took off on a twisting dirt road that plunged us deeper into the California wilds.
Not a word was spoken, but the familiar pounding beat of arousal that infected us both had risen to a screaming peak by the time Ryder slowed to a stop.
My p***y spasmed involuntarily with the thought of his forceful erection drowning out all other thoughts.
He removed the hobble, a good thing, since I could have gone nowhere with it on, then looped a rope around my neck, and started off into the thick woods. Ten yards in, I stumbled, falling into a pile of scratchy branches, and then cried out when an impatient Ryder yanked hard against the rope, forcing me back to my feet. I stumbled on, faltering
