**Bound in the Wild**

The sun dipped low behind the trees, casting long shadows through the forest. I’d been hiking for hours, sweat dripping down my back, when I stumbled upon *her*—a redhead in skintight leggings that clung to every curve, especially that perfect, round ass. She was bent over a fallen log, pretending to tie her boot, but the way her hips swayed told me she knew damn well I was watching.

Her name was Lyla, and she smirked when she caught me staring. “Lost, or just looking?” she teased, standing up and rolling her shoulders. Her tank top rode up just enough to hint at smooth, freckled skin beneath.

I didn’t answer—just stepped closer, and she didn’t back away. “You like what you see?” she asked, biting her lower lip.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, grabbing her waist and pulling her against me.

Lyla let out a breathy laugh, then reached behind her, pulling a coil of rope from her backpack. “Good. Because I was hoping you’d be the type who likes to play rough.”

Before I could react, she shoved me against a tree, her fingers working fast, looping the rope around my wrists and yanking them tight above my head. The bark scraped my back, but I didn’t care—not when her hands slid down my chest, nails digging in just enough to sting.

“You’re mine now,” she murmured, kneeling in front of me. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, dragging them down just enough to free my cock, already thick and aching. She gave it a slow stroke, her thumb pressing into the tip, spreading pre-cum down my shaft.

I groaned, hips jerking, but she pulled back with a smirk. “Uh-uh. You don’t get to move until I say so.”

Lyla stood, peeling off her leggings inch by agonizing inch. Underneath, she wore nothing, and my mouth went dry at the sight of her pussy—soaked and glistening, her red curls framing slick, swollen lips. She pressed a hand between her thighs, circling her clit lazily. “You want this?”

“Fuck, yes,” I hissed, straining against the ropes.

She laughed and stepped closer, grinding her cunt against my thigh. The heat of her made me throb, and when she finally climbed onto me, sinking down onto my cock in one slow, torturous slide, I nearly came right then.

Her pussy was tight and wet, gripping me like a fist as she rolled her hips. “That’s it,” she moaned, riding me hard, her ass slapping against my thighs. “You feel *so* good inside me.”

I couldn’t move my hands, so I bit her shoulder instead, making her gasp. She grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. “You like being tied up, don’t you? Love being my little plaything.”

I didn’t deny it, just groaned as she fucked me harder, her nails leaving marks down my chest. Her pussy clenched around me, and she threw her head back, crying out as she came.

But she wasn’t done—she leaned in, her mouth hot on my ear. “Now it’s your turn.”

Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking fast and tight, and when she bit down on my neck, I exploded, cum shooting between us as she milked every last drop.

Lyla smirked, licking her fingers. “Guess I should untie you now.”

I gave her a dark look. “Or leave me here and see what happens when I get free.”

She laughed—but she didn’t loosen the knots just yet.