Page 138 of Rescued By the Beast
"Mark..."
I turn to her before walking around the counter to enter the kitchen.
Sandra hesitates for a moment, biting her lip.
"What?" I ask.
"Can I use your computer? I need to check some emails. My friend Lucy must be worried about my disappearance, I don't want to leave her without news for so long again."
"Damn..." I take a deep breath, holding her face tenderly. "I was an idiot for not thinking of that before. You need your things. We'll sort everything out later. But for now, everything that's mine is yours. Make yourself comfortable."
She smiles, but gives me a mischievous look.
"Aren't you going to give me the password?"
I smile slightly, seeing exactly where she's going with this.
"You think I don't know you've used my computer before?"
She gasps, surprised.
"What?"
“Sweetheart, I work in security. I get an alert on my mobile whenever my computer is accessed. Besides...”
"What?"
"There's a camera at the front gate and another one in the back, facing the forest. I saw you. Not when you tried to run away that first time because I was taking a shower, but the other times. Do you think I wasn't monitoring your safety when I had to leave you alone in the cabin?"
She widens her eyes before letting out a laugh, shaking her head.
"And I thought I was being sneaky all this time..."
She turns to go to the computer, but I can't resist and give that delicious bum a firm slap.
Sandra gasps and glances over her shoulder, her emerald eyes shining with silent promises.
***
We are sitting on a blanket in a clearing in the forest. The lightness of the moment envelops me, the sound of birds singing, the rustling of leaves dancing in the wind, even a curious squirrel approaching, drawn by the smell of our picnic. But as soon as it sees me, it disappears with a quick leap, vanishing behind a tree trunk.
Sandra lets out a low moan as she takes another bite of her sandwich, closing her eyes for a second.
"This is really good." She covers her mouth with her hand, still chewing.
I can't help but laugh.
The moment is perfect, relaxed, unhurried.
Just the two of us, far from problems, far from everyone.
"It's just a sandwich, my love," I reply, amused, taking a sip of wine as I watch her.
She giggles, her eyes sparkling.
"It's the best I've ever tasted, thisciabattabread, the salami, thecreamcheese..." She makes a sound of appreciation. "Better than in restaurants."
I've already devoured my sandwich and am calmly nibbling on the fruit, but what I really wanted was to taste something much sweeter... my female's pussy for dessert.
