Chapter 5 - Avery
“Five! Run faster, kitty. I will punish you dearly if you make this too easy for me! I want a challenge. Make me work for my meal!”
Something about how he spoke, the way it dripped with control and possessive hunger, made me believe every word. His mask, black with a white skull over it, along with his basic black hoodie and dark jeans, didn’t give a single hint about him, certainly contributing to the ominousness.
My heels clicked as I ran, giving away every single step. I only had a minute to get as far as I could into this maze, away from Michael, enough to make the scene last.
I huffed and stopped briefly as he continued counting to take my shoes off, deciding to ditch them.
Before he reached thirty, I’d gotten far enough away that the walls muffled his voice. Without his counting, I quickly lost track of how long it had been. My brain was distracted, focused on the pounding of my heart and the slick heat between my thighs.
Had he reached sixty seconds?
Was he in the maze yet?
Would he run after me, or would he stalk me like a predator playing with its food?
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” his taunting voice called, sounding close yet far at the same time.
I couldn’t tell if he was talking or yelling. My ears were filled with the sound of rushing blood and deep breaths as I tucked myself into a corner for a break.
I should have taken up jogging before signing up for a primal play session.
My entire body jumped, my soul nearly leaving my body, when a loud bang sounded, as though Michael had slammed against a wall of the maze.
“I’m going to find you, Jess, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name. They’ll have to drag your limp body out of here because it’ll be so thoroughly wrecked. You’ll feel me for weeks. Every goddamn step you take will be a reminder of me.”
Holy motherfucking shit.
This was so much more than I bargained for. My body was convinced I was in danger, ready to panic or fight, maybe both. Thankfully, the thrill remained, reminding me this was what I wanted.
And I wanted this masked stranger to catch me, to fuck me.
Eventually.
I pushed off the wall, running and darting around corners, having no plan except to get as far away from him as possible.
Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared at the end of the long hall I’d been headed down. My heels dug into the ground. I stood, frozen, as I awaited his next move.
“Boo,” he said in a deep voice that seemed to vibrate the walls around us. The way he tilted his head at me was creepy and disturbing, especially since his mask covered everything, including his eyes. I had no idea what he looked like, what expression he wore when he chased down a screaming woman.
Amusement? Hunger? Danger?
His body jerked forward, and I took off in the other direction, rounding several corners to get far away from him.
The adrenaline coursing through my veins settled in the pit of my stomach, sending jolts of pleasure and anticipation between my thighs. When breathing became a struggle, I slowed down and backed myself against another wall, my hand coming up to rest on my chest.
I wanted him to catch me—I really did—but I was also fucking terrified of the moment he did, and it only made the situation that much hotter to think about.
The way he’d handled me so roughly once he got ahold of me, use my body as a sex toy, claim my innocence, and shove his cock into any hole he wanted. The way I’d fight once he caught me, making him earn my submission—if I decided to give it to him.
I looked behind me, but the hall was empty. I moved forward, rounding another corner.
“There you are,” he growled when I bumped right into his chest.
He grabbed at me, but I thrashed wildly, avoiding his hands, and ran back around the corner. He swung his arm and missed, but he still managed to shove me shoulder-first into the wall.
The pain made me grunt, but I kept moving, practically feeling his breath at the back of my neck.
“You’ve made this so much fun, but now it’s time I get what I came for, little kitty.”
I screamed when he yanked me back by my hair, the rubber hair tie popping off when his fingers tore through it.
“Gotcha,” was all he said as he pulled me back until I collided with him, my back to his chest, the force hard enough to knock the wind out of me.
He wrapped his free arm around me, still tugging my hair, pulling my head to the side. I all but ignited in flames when his mouth came down on the side of my neck. The spot was sensitive and ticklish, and I tried to move my head and protect myself, but his hold on my hair kept me in place.
“Oh God…” I mumbled as he scraped his teeth along my skin hard enough to make me whimper.
He must’ve lifted his mask…
His deep chuckle grazed down my spine, and every hair stood on end, but he didn’t let up.
Instead, he devoured my neck like it was his meal, licking, sucking, biting, even once the thin skin was sore, and I wasn’t sure I could take anymore.
His facial hair scraped my neck, rough and unshaven in a way that added to the sensation.
It left behind a tingling heat, each kiss grazing me, sanding at my resistance.
I tried to wriggle against him, but his muscled arm kept mine trapped at my sides. All I achieved was making him groan as my ass pressed against his hardened cock tenting his pants.
“Do that again,” he commanded, but I stilled, refusing to give him what he wanted so quickly. “I said, do it again. Rub yourself against my cock and show me how much of a slut you are for it.”
His arm moved down my body until he was cupping my pussy. He shoved my panties between my wet folds, rubbing them against my clit, making me moan. He used his new grip on me to pull my ass over his cock. Our height difference had me on my tiptoes, nearly off the floor.
“If you won’t be a good girl for me, so be it. I’ll force you to your fucking knees and make you worship me.”
He whipped me around until we were face-to-face, his huge hands digging into the flesh of my upper arms. His mask was pulled to his nose, revealing his glistening lips, which looked slightly swollen.
And kissable.
Our heavy breaths mingled as I stood on my tiptoes, my eyes glued to his mouth. Before I could make contact, though, he shoved me to my knees.
“Fuck!” I cried out when I landed with a crack, the pain vibrating up my thighs.
“You don’t get to kiss your master, kitty. You open your mouth and wait for him to stuff you full of his cock.”
I narrowed my eyes at him but obeyed, opening my mouth wide and perching my ass on my heels. He smiled and let me go while he unbuttoned his pants. When the moment seemed right, I stood and fled again, laughing when he yelled out in frustration and took off after me.
Soon, his dark chuckle echoed everywhere, bouncing off the walls and chilling my skin.
“Here, kitty kitty,” he taunted, getting closer.
I refused to turn around, knowing he was right behind me, but it didn’t matter. Soon, his hand was wrapped tightly around my neck, stopping me in my tracks.
He pulled me against him, sinking his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. Tears immediately sprang to my eyes, the pain teetering on the edge of unbearable, though my pussy couldn’t tell the difference at this point.
“You won’t get away from me again.”
Michael didn’t let go of me as he forced me back to my knees. He looked down at the bulge in his pants, my eyes following; he nodded when I peered back at him.
My hands shook with a bit of fear and some exhaustion but mostly anticipation and lust. I felt wild and free, having just been chased down by a stranger and forced to submit. I trailed my fingers over the waistband of his jeans, and he pushed his hips forward, releasing a low, guttural sound.
His jeans were already undone, so I dragged them down his hips, enough to reveal his bulge, leaving his boxers over his cock. Even though it was covered, it was clear it was huge, and I had no doubt he was telling the truth about the ten inches he’d promised to stuff me with earlier.
There was no way he’d fit.
“Don’t be a fucking brat,” he spat, tightening his grip in my hair until I cried out. “Get my cock out and show me you can be a good girl, or only one of us is leaving here fully satisfied.”
A small part of me wanted to push him, to see if he’d really follow through and leave me here on the edge after using me, but I also desperately needed an orgasm or two.
Or three. Maybe five at this point. There was no ignoring the pulsing need I had for this masked man, so I tugged his boxers over his cock and down his thighs to join his pants.
His member sprang out, thick and veiny. Despite the need to plan my ‘innocent’ vagina’s funeral, my mouth watered at the sight.