To the Wild Country

Chapter Ten.

Bill held Pam close, thinking of what she'd just said: "Whatever you want, Bill."

Pam drowned in another kiss, thinking of what Bill had just said: "...completely okay!"

Sounds like consent to me, she thought, smiling to herself when Bill's mouth left hers to find her throat. Part of her was screaming, THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! She'd never imagined the passion, the fire, of William Maxwell. Sure, she knew he could get charged up about a lot of things, but the thought of him holding her so strongly, the intensity, the raw energy were threatening to overwhelm her.

After a few moments of their initial exploration of one another, Bill put his big hands on Pam's hips, pushing her away till she sat once more on his long thighs. She loved the way his hands covered her hips, the long slender fingers reaching around, alternately squeezing and relaxing on her tight flesh.

"There's one problem, Davidson," he said quietly.

"What's that?"

"I'm exhausted. It WAS a long day, after all, for me at least. While you were snug in that office, I was walking for hours in the heat and sun."

"Hmmmm, good point, Maxwell. I guess this time around, you're going to have to leave me in control." She lifted her hand to his cheek, leaning into him until her mouth was mere millimeters from his.

"Would you like that, Mr. Maxwell?" she cooed seductively.

Bill shifted on the log in anticipation, delighting in the wicked gleam in her darkly dilated eyes.

Feigning nervousness, he said, "Uh, I'm not too sure now, Davidson, not with that look in your eyes."

"As I recall, you said 'completely okay,'" she pointed out. As she stayed so close, sighing her words at him, she moved from one ear to the other teasingly, taunting him with her warm breath and moist inviting lips, refusing to touch him until he capitulated to her.

"C'mon, Maxwell, make a decision, baby can't wait all night."

"Yes, ma'am, I leave you in control. But you'd better be good."

Pam straightened up and gasped as if offended. "MISTER Maxwell! That sounds like a challenge! How wonderful!"

He leaned forward, running his hands up from her hips, digging his fingers into her back. He pulled her to him, but instead of leaning up for her mouth, he gently nipped her breast through the purple tanktop she wore. She gasped and made a mock effort to retreat, struggling against him, but inside she was thrilling in the feel of him being so rough and playful.

"Ah ha," Bill said triumphantly, "I got the first bite in. Now it's your turn, whaddya want me to do?"

"Not a thing. Oh, except scream in ecstasy. Which is what you're going to do."

He opened his mouth to reply, and she put her finger over it, shushing him. "Shhhh, not a word, Maxwell. Can I trust you to not speak? Until I say you can?"

He nodded his head, and the motion made the flecks of greenish-gold in his eyes seem to dance. Pam moved away from him and threw on a couple of big chunks of wood. It was a warm evening, but the light of the fire as it blazed up gave her a much better view of Bill Maxwell. And, as importantly, it gave him a better view of her.

She slipped her hands under the waist of her tanktop and slowly pulled it off, taking her time, so he'd have ample opportunity to see her beautiful curves and flawless skin revealed. Bill's eyes swept over her, admiring her, as he always did, in her white bikini top. The khaki shorts quickly landed on the ground beside the discarded tanktop.

Pam stepped toward Bill, reaching for him. She wiggled her fingers at him, telling him silently to lean forward. She started the slow process of undressing him, beginning with the vest.

What Bill couldn't see, as Pam reached over him to remove the holster, was her wide-eyed stare down his muscular back. He felt her sharp intake of breath, however, and ached to ask her what was happening, but remained quiet as she'd commanded.

She slipped the holster and gun off him, and raised her eyebrows, asking him where to put it. He motioned his head toward his tent, so she brought it there, securing it under his pillow where he'd feel it later.

She returned to him and again leaned behind him. Bill felt a sharp snap and heard metal clanking, and realized what she had in mind. His heart was racing, his breath was shallow and fast, as she stood in front of him, dangling his handcuffs off one finger.

"Got the key handy?" she asked.

He motioned to the right front pocket of his jeans.

Pam's eyes took on that certain gleam again as she moved to him. She again sat on his thighs, straddling him, and while her right hand dangled the cuffs suggestively, her left hand reached into the tight pocket of his Levi's.

She took her time about it, probing around for the tiny key. Her eyes were wide as she felt his hardness, and she lingered there for a moment, stroking back and forth softly through the fabric of the pocket. Bill smiled, but remained silent. He could see her surprise when he felt her touch him, could tell she was being distracted from her immediate task.

He dramatically cleared his throat, telling her to get on with it. He wriggled his hips before she pulled her hand away, as if showing her, Just wait, you'll get much more.

After she retrieved the key, she looked at it, then carefully put it into the little coin pocket of the jeans. She'd simply wanted to assure herself there was a key before she got started. The little sidetrip of feeling and stroking him was just a bonus.

She quickly loosened his belt, leaving it in his jeans, and reached into the waist of his pants to lift the black t-shirt out. When she pulled it over his head, leaning closer into him, Bill surprised her by pulling her to him once more.

Wrapping his arms over her lower back, he buried his face between her breasts, kissing and lapping at her. The gasp he felt told him she didn't mind, and as his tongue and lips worked on her, his hands moved lower until they stopped behind her strong thighs. He was holding her there, grasping, pulling her ever closer.

When Pam felt Bill's fingers draw along the top of her bikini bottoms, as if seeking an entry point, she wiggled away.

"Hmmm mmmm," she said, denying him that pleasure. "You'll have to wait, I'm the one in control, all you're doing is relaxing and enjoying the ride."

He nodded his head in agreement, and returned his big hands to her hips, resting over the bikini bottoms.

She leaned close to his mouth, and whispered, "I need to get this set up so you're not uncomfortable. You trust me, right?"

He smiled and nodded his head. Of course he trusted Davidson!

She stood and returned to his tent, coming back with his bedpad, pillows and sturdy camping blanket. He watched silently as she set up an area for him to lie down on, the pillows situated to support his back.

"All right, c'mere," she said sharply. She took his hand and surprised him with a powerful yank, pulling him up.

She looked the log over, and on the side facing her tent she saw the stub of a former branch. She turned the log so the stub was facing up. That'll do, she thought. She could secure the cuffs to it. It would be strong enough to hold him when he struggled, but not so strong that he could not break free if he felt the need to.

Pam made him lie back on her impromptu lovenest, and moved his hands over his head. She felt the unusual click-click that cuffs make, and ran her fingers between his wrist and the metal, assuring herself they weren't too tight.

"Now you know how cuffs work, Maxwell. Don't struggle and you'll be fine."

He smiled and nodded again. He was trying not to pant in anticipation, wondering what Pam had in mind.

After she'd secured him in place, Pam stood tall, over his long legs, her feet on both sides of him. The sight of him lying there, chest expanding and contracting, his arms jerking softly every so often, as if he were testing the tension of the cuffs, was driving her mad. She felt a curious surge of power, standing over this strong and vibrant man she'd come to know so well. Yet the trust on his face, the smile of wonder, stabbed deep into her.

He trusts me completely, she thought, knowing it was true. Sure, it was fun playing this game of domination, but they both knew it was only a game. She had to secretly admit to herself that she would gladly submit to him as well, and looked forward to it. Not that she'd ever verbalize it to him! She had her reputation as a tough, modern-day woman to maintain, or all her work to bring Bill Maxwell into the twentieth century would have been for nothing.

But for now, it was her turn to be in control, and she was relishing in the power.

Angling her body so the firelight would catch her just right, Pam slowly reached back and unfastened her bikini top. She held Bill's gaze, and he looked from her eyes to her chest and back, holding his breath, and when she slipped the top off, his eyes flew open wide as he took in her magnificance.

He gasped, and she said, "Shhh!"

He gulped instead of crying out, and nodded his head, again agreeing with her missive that he remain quiet.

She shimmied out of the bikini bottoms, then placed her feet on both sides of his legs once more, gazing down at him, her eyes half-lidded as if she were considering her next move.

It didn't take long to come to a decision. She moved back, and leaned down, grabbing the bottoms of the pantlegs. She gave a tug, indicating to him that he should scooch up a bit, and when he did she yanked the pants down. She had to stop when she discovered he had nothing on underneath.

It was her turn to keep from panting when she saw him, stretched out. She got a renewed sense of how tall he was, much taller than she was used to. She was delighted to see something else she wasn't used to, and she licked her drying lips in anticipation. Oh, this is going to be FUN, she thought.

Pam looked into Bill's dark eyes and he gave her that characteristic smirk, shrugging his shoulders. She laughed in delight, enjoying the wry expression on his face. His mouth curled up again, and he silently blew her a kiss, teasing her, as if saying, It's all for you tonight, babe.

Having received oblique permission from him to continue, she completed her task of removing the jeans. She carefully laid them near the entrance to her tent, making sure the little key had not slipped out.

She sat over him, keeping a small measure of space between their bodies, and leaned over him, kissing his forehead. She rubbed her breasts against him deliberately, slowly, seductively, tormenting him with touch. The log that his pillows rested against shook as he again tested the tension in the cuffs.

She continued this unusual full-body massage for a while, alternately kissing one ear then the other. She drew a line of wetness and nibbles along his firm jawline, smothering him with kisses over his forehead, his eyes, down to his mouth and chin.

"Hmmm mmmm, you'll have to wait," she murmured into his throat when he thrusted up, trying to touch her inner flesh. "I've got work to do, Mr. Maxwell, serious work. I'm simply warming you up right now."

She continued the kisses, down his chin, his throat, the tender juncture where his chest began. As she slithered down his long body, her hands rubbing along his sides as she went, she had to pause at his little tummy. She kissed around the navel, and he reacted by sucking in a sharp breath and trying once more to thrust up and into her.

"No, no," she chuckled. She leaned her head on his chest, and let her hand probe lower, lower, until it was stopped by a slightly raised bit of skin. Surprised, she sat up, looking where her hand had stopped.

"Oh, you've had your appendix out," she said.

Pam didn't wait for a response; she had places to go. She finished her long, languid slide down his torso, and stopped, kneeling between his legs. She looked up at him to be sure he could see her clearly, licked her lips with glee and said, "Speaking's not allowed, screaming is. Brace yourself, Maxwell."

She felt the jerk in response, as he literally took her word for it. As she lowered her mouth toward the length of him, her lips parted and ready to receive him, she soon forgot any externals as she took him in, proving to him once again that she indeed had a very big mouth, as he often told her.