Nineteen
NINETEEN
“Run run run, little mouse. The big bad wolf is coming for you.”
Hendrix's deep smoky voice sends a rumble down to my core that has me frozen in place. Like the firing of a shotgun, my brain says to run and I take off. The landscape lights that surround his home shine across the yard and I use it to guide me to the edge of the woods that line his property.
The visor makes it difficult to see well, and I slow down as soon as I enter the dark shroud. There’s a slight chill in the air and goosebumps pebble my exposed skin. I wear only a thin white t-shirt and leggings as the jacket Hendrix has me wear when we ride is thick and makes me sweat.
I push branches out of the way from smaller pine trees and trudge through dead grass and shrubs. My chest heaves and the inside of the helmet grows thick and warm. I spin around in a circle, trying to figure out which direction to go, but the moon and stars are hidden by the tall trees. I don’t even know where I started. I’m totally thrown off and panic begins to build inside of me.
Just then I hear, “Little mouse, little mouse. Where are you?”
I choose to turn right and start running again. My steps are slow and labored as I stumble when my foot gets caught on something. Sounds from the creatures about –crickets and frogs and birds that prey at night– echo all around. It’s like an ominous soundtrack of a horror film, and I’m the dumb girl who doesn’t run fast enough from the serial killer.
My mind begins to swirl of what Hendrix plans to do when he catches me. Fear turns in my belly but so does a touch of curiosity. He’s opening my eyes to a whole new world that I’ve only heard women speak about. Domination, rough sex, the hand on the throat. All things I told myself I would never like. But now I find myself craving those and more.
“When I catch you little mouse, I’m going to eat you alive. Mmm. I can already taste you on my tongue.” His voice is that of a predator and it sends my pulse racing and my body humming with desire.
I continue to fight my way through the brush, narrowly missing running face first into several trees. I cut left and think I know which way is which when a large hand clamps on to my arm. I screech, but don’t fight off my “attacker”. This is one I will surrender to.
“I caught you.” My back is pushed up against a tree and the bark digs at my back. “You’re mine now, little mouse.”
I raise a hand and lift my visor. “What are you going to do with me?” My breaths are heavy with each inhale and exhale.
His devious laugh is muffled by his helmet, but I hear it loud and clear. “I’m going to make you my meal. I’m going to eat every last morsel of you, leaving nothing for scavengers. I will be the only one to taste your blood on my tongue. No one else will know what your flesh feels like between their teeth.”
His hand runs down the side of my body then moves to slide down the front of my leggings. I feel his fingers trial over my thin, and now soaked, panties. They dance along my covered mound and run up and down the damp fabric that separates us.
“Does this excite you, little mouse?”
“I-I think it does. You excite me, Hendrix.” My hands hold onto the tree behind me, but I itch to touch him.
His visor remains shut and I move to lift it up, but he grips my hand and lowers it back down to my side then proceeds to pull my helmet from my head. I blink my eyes, working to bring the world back into focus and he sets the helmet down carefully at our feet.
The touch of his rough fingers on my stomach makes me tense as he rolls my t-shirt up over my breasts and then my face. It floats to the ground like a ghost in the night. My bra falls loose when he unclasps it, and a primal growl rumbles in his chest that I respond to with a wanton mewl.
Hendrix works to rid him of his shirt and struggles to pull it over his helmet, but I dare not tell him to remove it. He finally gets it off and tosses it carelessly. I hear the zipper of his jeans sliding down like a warning that he’s about to strike. He takes my hand and guides me to where his cock stands thick and already dripping. I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft and slide up and down the velvet steel.
Unlike how he removed my shirt and bra with tenderness, he rips my leggings and panties down my legs, trapping my ankles. He drops to his knees and I hear the click of his visor raising. Through the sound of the woods’ creatures, I hear him inhale my scent.
In the deep dark woods, I stand here ripped free from my clothing with a hungry man at my feet. I wait for him to take the first bite with nerves coursing through my veins.
His hand skates down my leg and he begins working my shoe off then my bottoms. He doesn’t let my bare foot touch the cool Earth, but rather holds it in his hand when he stands. I drape my leg on his waist and he grabs the other, placing it on the other side. The bark that I thought was painful before now feels like searing hot pokers. It hurts, but not enough for me to stop Hendrix from what he’s about to do.
The engorged head of his bulging cock slides between my drenched pussy lips before plunging deep and hard.
“Oh god,” I cry out, digging my nails into his bare shoulders, adding a mark of my own to mingle with his tattoos.
He moves in and out of me, grunting and groaning with each thrust. His helmeted head presses against mine and I grab at it, trying to rip it off.
“I need to kiss you,” I plead with him, but he ignores me and continues to sink into my swollen pussy. “Please Hendrix.”
He pulls his head back and gives me a short nod. My fingers scramble to pull it off, but I don’t drop it. Instead, I grip it tight with one hand and hold onto him with the other. My mouth anchors itself to his and our tongues begin a sensual dance.
The smell of Hendrix’s cologne -musky and manly– mixes with the smell of pines and dry brush surrounding us. It’s an aphrodisiac that will stay with me always.
“Your pussy feels like heaven wrapped around me.” He murmurs against my lips and I swallow every word. “I think my little mouse liked being captured. You like the chase, don’t you. The thrill and the fear turns you on.”
I nod with a breathy “yes” as the adrenaline rushes through me. My feet taking me through the dark woods, the fear that I didn’t know which corner he was lurking behind had me craving that flutter in my belly that whispered he’s coming . I was definitely the girl in the horror film, but I wanted to be caught. I needed to be in the clutches of danger and feel how the darkness consumed me.
“Drop that fucking helmet and beg me. Beg me, Dagen. Beg for what you need.”
My eyes are sealed shut as I let myself feel the pain, the pleasure, and the thrill of terror. I can’t speak when bliss blooms inside of me, so I claw at his hand and show him. I place it around my throat and let him figure out the rest of himself.
“You want to touch the other side? Then open your eyes, little mouse. Stare at the evil that will take you there.”
He squeezes my throat and my eyelids fly up like a broken shade. I can’t see anything. Not even the man that is only inches away. He fucks me harder and harder, roaring into the ebony sky. I breathe, but the air I suck in is thin and barely reaches my lungs.
My hands scratch at his arms and back and anything I can muster the strength to touch. I blink, his face only coming into focus for only a moment before my head lols back when I feel the intoxication of my orgasm explode.
My mind is foggy as it tries to fight between the gluttony of wanting more and dragging me back into the luster of life.
My arms fall heavy and weak and I feel them crash against the harsh tree that I’m pinned to. Just when I think I may never experience the warmth of the sun, I heave for a scrap of air when he releases me.
“Welcome to my slice of hell, little mouse,” he chokes out before pouring himself inside of me.
His cum floods me like a barren river thirsting for water, and my damn greedy pussy drinks it all in. I feel pain sear my flesh and realize he’s clamped onto my shoulder and bitten through my skin. Just like he told me, he tastes my blood and I’m shaken by the whole thing.
Is this some satan-like sacrifice I’m making? Have I danced a little too closely with the devil?
When he draws back, I think he sees the panic in my eyes, because he says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I got carried away. It just felt so good.”
I shake from the lack of oxygen and lack of reassurance I feel, despite what he said. Still holding me tight, he pushes my sweat drenched hair from my face and kisses my lips. “It won’t happen again. I promise. Please don’t be afraid of me.”
I gulp, my throat dry and scratchy. “I thought…I thought you wanted me to be.”
“Not like that,” he confesses, shaking his head. “Not actually. It was just a game, little mouse and I took it too far.”
I languidly hoist my arms up over his shoulders and search his eyes for truth. It’s there, strong and sure. I know the weight of Hendrix’s cock buried deep inside of me more than I know his true emotions. But I recognize what truth and genuine remorse looks like, and it swims turbulently in his blue ocean.
“Okay. I believe you,” I admit softly and clamp onto his neck tightly.
“Why don’t we go back. I think we need to wash off.” I nod and he bends to scoop up all of our stuff.
“Put me down and I’ll get my things. I need to put my clothes on.” I wiggle in his arms but he only holds me tighter.
“No fucking way.”
“Hendrix! I’m naked,” I screech.
“I know. It’s why I’m holding you and not letting you walk barefoot through these woods. Hang on and I’ll carry you back.”
“But I’m naked,” I say again, this time whispering in his ear.
While he tries to balance everything in his arms, including me, I help tuck him back into his pants and zip them up. It’s quite difficult, but we manage it.
He hands me one helmet and then the other as he gathers my shoes, then carries me out of the dark and into the comfort of his home. More specifically to the comfort of his bed and his arms.
I’m working on some assignments I received today out by Hendrix’s pool, soaking up the warm sun and nursing my wounds. My back is a mess of angry red scratches after last night’s little hunt through the woods. Hendrix carried me all the way back to his house and straight into his shower where he tenderly cleaned my cuts and rubbed ointment on them after.
He was very apologetic seeing the aftermath of his handiwork, but despite the pain, I reminded him that I wanted it just as much as he did.
So far Hendrix seems to be quite an enigma. He’s cranky and rude and really doesn’t like people. He told me he’d rather stay locked up in his home than have to interact with anyone other than his brothers and Miss Shirley. And according to Malik, he’s not much of a smiler. I guess that has earned him the title of Cattywump Bay’s most unfriendly resident.
But then there’s the other side to his coin. With me –once we got past the initial asshole phase– he’s somewhat sweet and thoughtful. The way he watches me with a look of yearning and a touch of darkness sets a fire in my belly. His touches are soft and supple, but in the next moment he’s punishing and imperious. It’s like the two sides of him are at war and sometimes they meet in the middle.
“What in the literal fuck happened to your back?” I jolt at the screeching voice and find Kinsley standing at the edge of the patio staring straight at me.
I was so lost in thoughts of Hendrix that I failed to hear the back door open and close.
“I-it’s nothing. Don’t worry.” I quickly move to roll over but hiss when my tender skin makes contact with the hard surface.
“Sure sister. That’s nothing. It doesn’t look at all like a cat in heat used your back for a scratching post.” She props her hands on her hips and cocks her brow at me.
With a sigh I give her the details of my night. Well…not all the details. I left out a majority of it and summarized by saying we had a little fun in the woods and got carried away.
“I’d say. I knew Henny was kinky as shit, but I wouldn’t have guessed you were.”
“How do you know that?” I ask, jumping to my feet.
“Not personally, so don’t get your girdle in a bunch. The women in this little town like to compare stories trying to one up the other about who’s done what with which brother. Sorry. Just a fact.”
I shrug and act like it doesn’t phase me. “It’s whatever. I assumed that was his story. Besides, I’m sure I’ll never hear from him again once I go back to Texas.”
“Well you sure as hell are going to hear from me. You’re my new best gal and I will need daily updates on your life. Don’t think you’re going to be able to get away from me. I’m like a skidmark on your underwear. You can try to wash it away, but it’s there. It’s always there, just lingering around making your ass itch.”
I snort with a burst of laughter. I really need to start writing these down and write a book. They’re genius really.
“Don’t worry, Kins. I’ll never wash you away. You’re my favorite skidmark.”
She pops up on her toes and throws her arm over my shoulder. “Aww. Thank you, honey. That makes me feel so special. Now. Let’s go get some better medicine for your back, because I’m damn near positive Henny only has a small tube of expired ointment and a few bottles of KY Jelly. And that ain’t gonna do shit to heal your back.”
We link arms and smile our way through the rest of the day. I really am going to miss her when I go back home. It gives me a small ache in my heart.
I won’t let myself believe that it’s because one day, Hendrix’s face will start to fade from my memory and he’ll be nothing more than the boy who could’ve had all of me.