Chapter 30
The Hunter
P erched on my knees, I drink in the sight of Ruby’s naked form sprawled before me. Her vulnerability strikes a chord within me, a potent mix of lust and power. My cock throbs painfully, a testament to my arousal, and I feel the wetness of pre-cum seeping into my boxer briefs.
Studying her, I feel the pull between us, the magnetic force that drew her to me. As I trace her curves with my eyes, I notice the nail-shaped indents on her breasts. I bend down and lick them.
“Did you do that just now?” I rasp.
“Yes,” she smiles, not at all looking bothered by the fact she had to draw blood to have an orgasm.
My mind goes back to when I fucked her in the bathroom and she told me she couldn’t come without pain. I ponder the complex interplay of pleasure and pain that drives her desires. There’s so much to uncover.
“You want more?” I rasp. When she nods, I move to the head of the bed, leaning back against the cold brick wall. My gaze sweeps over her, taking in every detail as she follows me. With every movement, her face scrunches up in pain, but she doesn’t let that stop her.
Her nipples are hard, begging for my touch as she shuffles closer. “Yes, ” she whispers. “I want everything with you.”
The words hit me hard, seeping under my skin, through my veins to rest in my heart. This woman… my pet. She makes me think and feel things I never thought myself capable of.
As soon as she’s within reach, I grab her hips and position her between my spread legs, her back pressed against my front. “Throw your legs over mine.”
She doesn’t hesitate to do as I say, immediately moving her legs, and I spread mine wider, exposing her glistening sex. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling the tremble of her muscles beneath my fingertips.
I move my hands back up her body, pinching her nipples hard before rolling the sensitive buds between my fingers. The movement elicits a cry from her. “Valentine!”
Her noises are music to my ears, as is the way she arches her back, seeking more contact. The heat between us is intense, making my own desire surge within me. But I hold back. This is about more than just carnal pleasure.
“Mhmm, you’re so fucking sexy,” I rasp, my voice low and gravelly with desire.
The tension in the air is almost tangible, wrapping around us, pulling us closer. I know she feels it too, it’s visible in the rapid rise and fall of her chest accompanying each shuddering breath as anticipation builds within her.
I move my fingers lower, groaning as I reach her drenched heat. Her cunt clenches around me as I slip a finger into her heat, and I quickly add another, stretching her slightly. Her hips buck, so I use my free hand to hold her down.
“Do you like that?” I ask, my voice a low purr. “Do you like the way I touch you?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Valentine, please…”
Her begging sends a thrill through me, causing my cock to throb in response. But I ignore it, focusing on the task at hand. I want to understand her better. I won’t be satisfied, sated, until I know exactly what makes her tick.
My fingers move faster, and I groan at the feeling of her inner walls fluttering around me. Her moans get louder as her head falls back against my shoulder, her eyes closed in pleasure. Bending my neck, I latch on to the place where she already carries my mark.
“Tell me, Pet,” I rasp. “Why do you need pain to have an orgasm?”
“W-what?” She stutters the word around a moan.
Not wanting to reward the lack of a proper answer, I stop moving, keeping my fingers inside her tight channel. “Why do you need pain?”
“I-I don’t know.” I make a sound of disapproval, and as soon as she registers it, she flinches as though she doesn’t like it. “It’s always been that way. Ever since… since my first year of marriage to Michael. When it happens, I feel something real, something sharp. It cuts through everything else, all the noise in my head. I need it to… ground me.”
While I absorb her whispered confession, I curl my fingers against her inner walls. “I want to know why, ” I rumble.
“But I don’t know,” she cries.
I know why, and she does as well. She just hasn’t connected the dots yet. “Think, Pet,” I coo. “Think back to what you’ve learned in my class and tell me why.”
She shudders when I sloppily lick the span of her shoulder. Just as I’m about to give her another hint, she sags against me.
“Because I’m b-broken,” she almost screams. “Is that what you want to hear? That I’m fucking broken.”
Anger flares to life inside me, and it takes everything to hold it back. Mostly because I’m not sure what stirred it. The fact she is broken and not by my hands? Or because she’s saying it like it’s a get-out-of-jail free card that covers everything?
Or… maybe it’s because hearing that feels wrong, even when it comes from her. Because she’s not broken.
Tilting my head, I let my lips brush against the shell of her ear. “Is that what you are?” I ask, keeping my tone level. “A broken toy?”
“I feel like I am,” she whispers. “Like I need something twisted just to feel normal.”
Now this I can work with. Ruby might not realize it, but the fact that she isn’t crying and saying what she just did, proves she’s still in there. That s he’s more than just a vessel. If she was truly broken, she wouldn’t have any self reflection or worth, but she does.
“You’re conditioned,” I correct. “Conditioned to think pain is the only way to feel. But that’s not the truth. It’s what’s been forced on you. I can help you rewrite that.”
“Conditioned,” she echoes, and right now, as she uses the same tone as she does when she answers one of my questions at Holloway, I’m annoyed that this position doesn’t allow me to see her face.
“An escapism of sorts,” I rasp as I begin to move my fingers again. “When all you feel is different versions and levels of pain, it’s all too easy to teach yourself ways to find pleasure in it.”
“Oh!”
Knowing that she’ll need a few moments to process what I just said, I don’t break the silence. I sit completely still, not moving a muscle until she speaks again.
“So… I’m not broken?” she asks, hope lilting her words.
“Of course not,” I rush out, wanting to reassure her. “In fact, it proves how strong you are.”
She hums.
I flex my fingers inside her, my cock jerks in my briefs and it takes everything in me not to throw her down on her back and sink into her heat.
“Tell me, Pet, what’s your darkest fantasy?”
At my question, she lets out a sound that’s a mix between a moan and a laugh.
“Tell me,” I repeat in a seductive whisper. At the same time, I slide my fingers in and out of her pussy, loving the way her walls flutter around my fingers as though they want to keep me inside her. “There’s power in saying things out loud. In not letting it own you by shying away from it.”
“Valentine,” she moans, rocking her hips against my hand.
Her inner walls squeeze around my fingers and her breathing intensifies. Her moans sound obscenely loud, as does the squelching sounds from her wet hole. I know she’s close, and so am I. I’m seconds from coming in my briefs like an adolescent.
“ Tell me how you fantasize about it happening, Pet,” I growl.
She inhales, her breath shuddering. “I-I don’t know,” she cries out. “I want to… fine. Shit. I want to be chased, to be…” Pausing, she swallows audibly, throwing her head back. “… I want to be hunted. ”
There’s something in the way she says the word that makes it sound like it has a double meaning.
“Hunted?” I groan out the question and move the hand between her creamy thighs faster, faster, so fast her entire body jerks every time the heel of my hand connects with her clit.
A scenario starts to form in my head, one that makes my cock and balls ache for release. Ruby running from me in the forest around the cabin. Hunting her down, but not to kill, to fuck.
I grit my teeth and will myself to keep my hips still as I slide my other hand between her legs. Without slowing the pace with which my fingers piston in and out of her heat, I dig the nails on my free hand into her inner thigh. Ruthlessly, I squeeze until she lets out a startled yelp that quickly morphs into a cry filled with pleasure.
“Come for me, Pet. Now!” I growl.
I’m not gentle as I dig my nails in harder, but it’s what my pet needs. The sensation is enough to push her over the edge. She places one hand on top of mine, pulling me impossibly closer. Like she’s wanting to make sure I don’t let go of her flesh.
She cries out, her pussy gripping my fingers tight as her orgasm washes over her. “S-so good. Don’t stop. P-please…” Her words morph into chest-deep moans of pleasure.
Her pussy squeezes my fingers tightly, clenching, as her orgasm washes over her. My name is a chant on her lips, one I can’t get enough of hearing, one I want to hear again as I chase her in the forest.
As the last tremors work their way through her body, I carefully reach behind me, pulling at the brick just above my right shoulder. It comes out easily enough. Without wasting time, I grasp the syringe and push it into her neck, pushing the contents into her vein, before she registers what’s going on.
“Val—”
The drug works faster than she can say my nam e, and within seconds, she’s slumping against me.
Despite the urgency tearing at my barely existing patience, I remain on the bed for hours. My pet is still slumped against me, and I like the weight of her unconscious body pressing against mine.
After twelve hours, I give her another dose of the sedative before allowing myself some sleep. Since timing is everything, I’ll wait until just before dawn before I drive us up there.
I awake to Ruby stirring in my arms. Her voice is thick with remnants of sleep as she says my name. “Valentine.”
Christ, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing that.
Instead of answering, I inject her with the last dose of sedative she’s going to need. It’s almost time, so I just need her out long enough for me to get there.
A smile splits my lips as I move her to the side and I get out from behind her. Then I dress her in one of my long-sleeved shirts and the jeans she arrived in. Socks and shoes are next. Once she’s fully dressed, I do the same for myself.
Carrying her down to my car is hardly an effort. Wanting her close to me, I place her on the front passenger seat. As I watch her, I wonder if she might get cold. So I run back to my loft and grab a blanket that I throw over her before getting into the driver’s seat.