Chapter 11 - Avery
Iwas screwed.
Literally and metaphorically.
Michael was going to fuck me out here, I knew it—and I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside me again.
Which one of us was more fucked up?
The man who’d stalked a woman and showed up at her house to chase her through the woods? Or the woman who was both terrified and excited as she pulled on the ropes he’d tied her with?
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, your pussy will have me memorized. She’ll ache without me inside her.”
My arms scraped against the bark as I tugged at the ropes holding them. He moved between my legs, his hands grasping my breasts, kneading them roughly. I gasped as he gripped me hard enough to leave bruises, but it didn’t stop my pussy from clenching, wishing he’d move his attention.
He lifted his mask just above his lips and leaned down to trap one of my nipples between his teeth.
The fucker bit down hard enough to make my back arch, stretching it away from my body before releasing it.
He did the same to the other one before standing and freeing his cock from his pants, once again leaving me the only fully naked player of this game.
“You’ve been such a good little slut,” he said, the mixture of praise and degradation jarring something deep inside me, leaving me wanting more. “I think it’s time I reward you.”
He lined his cock up with my center and pushed inside me, just enough for me to start feeling the stretch.
One of his hands wrapped around the bottom of my restrained thigh, the other digging into my hip.
With his new grip on me, he slammed inside in one thrust, pain exploding behind my eyes and shuddering through my body.
He chuckled as I yelled out, but my pain was quickly confused with pleasure when one of his hands found my clit, rubbing it, forcing my body to relax around him.
“There you go,” he praised me in a whisper.
“That’s it, baby. Relax. Be a good girl and take my cock.
Let yourself feel it, Avery. How your body melts for me, begs for me.
How it aches when I touch it. “ He threw his head back on a groan. “You’re dripping for me… So fucking wet.” His head snapped back up, and I could feel his hidden eyes staring into me.
“You loved being hunted down like prey, like a helpless little animal.”
He was right. I was wet before he’d even laid a hand on me. Despite my mind telling me to run from the psycho who was going to hurt me and probably leave me out here for dead, my body told me to embrace it, to let him have his way with me, to take my pleasure to heights I’d never experienced.
“You’re such a fucking slut for me,” he continued, pulling out slowly then pushing in at the same torturous pace.
“You were made for me. Can you feel that? This isn’t a game.
We aren’t playing—we’re meant for this. You were made for me, kitten.
Mine.” His words were electric, forbidden, leaving me flushed and breathless, stuck in a drug-like haze.
The small desire to escape from him went up in flames, burned to a fucking crisp as my body ignited for him.
“Please,” I pleaded, wanting more of him instead of my freedom. “More.”
His victorious smile warmed my chest. The spread of his lips was full of desire, of promise I didn’t quite understand. “Brace yourself.”
As if I could.
Michael slammed himself inside me with so much force, my back tore against the bark.
He ignored my cries, fucking me with unrelenting intensity.
He fucked me like it was his only purpose, like I was the object of his obsession.
Each of his thrusts were brutal, deliberate, like he was trying to carve himself into me, mark me from the inside out.
I moaned. I screamed his name. I pulled at the ropes holding me in place.
“That’s right, Avery. Scream for me. Let the whole town know who owns this cunt.” He leaned in, nearly about to kiss me, his breath hot against my lips, driving me crazy. “It’s all mine, kitty. Mine to fuck, mine to use until you can’t take anymore.”
“Michael…” I groaned, wishing he’d shut up and kiss me before I lost my mind, needing something to ground me, to bring me back to Earth.
It was the most overwhelming, intense pleasure I’d ever felt, and I knew I was never going to be the same.
He clenched his jaw as a sinister chuckle vibrated from him. One of his hands wrapped around my throat, the other cupping my ass and adjusting the angle. His thrusts grew more rapid and harder—much harder.
“Fuck! Please stop! I can’t ta—Ple—Mich—”
I couldn't even get my words out. He felt good, but my body was being pushed to its limit and then some. I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer.
“You can take it,” he growled. “You can take it all, Avery. You’ve already done so well.”
Encouragement continued to spill from his lips, dark and relentless. My desire for his approval grew, wrapping around me, giving him everything he came for.
My body shook as I came around him, the pain, the pleasure, the intensity pushing me over the edge. My ears rang, my thighs tightened, and my eyes squeezed shut as I rode it out, begging for it to end and loving every second until it did.
“That’s it, just like that,” he murmured.
Each thrust knocked the wind from my lungs. The bark was biting into my skin, scraping and sanding away at my resistance.
I couldn’t do anything except let him have his way with me. There was no use in fighting, so I let go. My body hung limp like a doll, pliant.
“There you go,” he purred, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Just like I knew you would.”
His rhythm changed, ragged and deeper. I could feel the tension in his body the moment it reached its breaking point.
His fingers dug into my skin like hooks, his throat vibrating with a deep groan, and he threw his head back as he drove into me one last time before pulling out.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a few more times before ropes of cum covered my stomach and thighs, splashing everywhere, marking me as his.
Michael slumped against me once finished, keeping me pinned against the tree. His cock softened against my belly as we stayed suspended in that moment, with nothing except the fucked up, twisted connection we had.
As crazy as it sounded… it was real.
And it was mine.
He pressed his forehead to mine, the mask separating us.
He paused, like he wanted something more.
His lips hovered close enough for me to ache for the ghost of a kiss that never came.
He pulled away, breathing hard, and his hands moved to the rope on my knee, slicing it with a knife he drew from his boot.
The rope fell away, and my hip screamed as he lowered my leg, setting my foot down. After zipping up his pants, he went to work on my wrists. When the rope fell away, I slumped to the ground, my legs too shaky to hold me.
I looked for Michael, needing his touch, needing to be held, but he was nowhere to be found. I got up onto my hands and knees and peered around the tree to find his silhouette disappearing into the shadows.
At first, I just sat there, confused, used, and utterly empty. And then, I broke. I burst into tears and curled in on myself, not caring about my nakedness or the sting of my scraped skin.
He was gone, leaving me here alone after having his fun.
“Asshole,” I muttered before pausing when I heard a twig snap.
Then, he was there, standing over me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. He scooped me up and squeezed tightly—a silent apology for leaving me behind.
I said nothing as he walked us out of the woods to my window. I remained quiet, arms wrapped around his neck, fighting the urge to rip the mask off his face, see the eyes behind it, and know who was carving himself a spot in my life.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
For some reason, my hands wouldn’t move, wouldn’t spoil the secret.
He set me down gently and helped me climb into my room.
My eyes immediately found my bed. I didn’t waste any time with cleaning the dirt off or brushing the tangled leaves out of my hair. I climbed under the comforter immediately, the scent of him lingering on my skin, aching with the ghost of him still inside me.
My pillow felt heavenly, my eyes closing on impact. As my breathing slowed, the sweet lull of sleep grabbed me. Just before I fell under, from the corners of my lashes, I saw him outside, watching me.
Like a shadow who didn’t want to leave.