Chapter 4 #2
A scream falls from my lips as I leave the ground and find myself trapped by the thick muscular arms wrapped around my torso.
“LEMMEGO!” I scream senselessly, kicking my legs.
But I’m ignored as he hoists me up and squeezes me tight enough to choke the air out of me. I go from screaming for freedom to gasping for a basic need like air.
His strength is almost superhuman. It’s almost animalistic as the arms barred across my torso bear down harder and the air is throttled out of me.
I claw at his arms, eyes wide as my head swims. It’s impossible to make sense of what’s happening when it all seems so abrupt and random.
It feels so senseless.
“STOP!” I sputter at the top of my lungs as if it’ll matter. “PLEASE!”
But he answers my pleas for help with thick, guttural grunts. His breath brushes against my ear and the side of my face as he heaves air and breathes like an animal.
It’s almost as if he’s enjoying the moment. He’s basking in the visceral details of what it means to clench me in his arms and literally crush me.
Dizziness rolls over me as I fight to stay alert. The trees suddenly feel like they’re shifting before my eyes, the thin snowflakes in the air twisting this way and that.
Still, I refuse to give up, thrashing in his hold even as I struggle and breathing becomes a luxury.
“Let… me… go…” I sputter, coughing as he only squeezes tighter and breathes harder into my ear.
He drags his nose along the curve of my throat, and I realize through my dizzy haze that he’s smelling me. He’s savoring me, learning my scent the way a dog would.
My pulse beats faster and harder with this level of awareness, as if responding to him in the most primal way.
His mask presses into the side of my face and throat as he holds me to him and pants into my ear. His hands begin to wander, sliding down the curves of my body like the uncivilized brute he is.
Yet as his large, dominant hands travel across my breasts and stomach and hips, the same sense of thrill thrums through me.
I squirm in his grasp to no real difference as he holds me tight and gropes my left breast. He husks deep, ragged breaths into the air, holding me pressed against his broad, hard body like it’s where I belong.
My voice is lost as I stare wide-eyed at the blanket of snow surrounding us. I can’t make sense of anything that’s happening, lost and afraid and body humming from a source I don’t want to admit.
The predator’s hands squeeze my hips and then slip lower, pushing one down the front of my leggings. I gasp at the sudden maneuver, going still in his arms for the first time.
He husks deeper breaths. He makes a thick, primitive sound that echoes in my ears and the rest of my body against my consent.
His hand slides past my mons pubis where my fuzzy, coarse patch of hair is, and he cups my warm sex like he’s finally found the treasure he’s been searching for.
My delicate, soft pussy meets his rough, calloused palm as he slides it back and forth, digging the base of it into me.
My pulse roars in my ears. My thighs quake. I arch against him as he mashes his palm against my pussy and tiny shocks of pleasure start up.
Wrong. So, so wrong.
“P-please,” I sputter.
But the single solitary word goes ignored. He grinds the base of his palm even harder against my pussy and creates a friction born from callouses and roughhewn skin.
My eyes squeeze shut, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from making any more noises.
On the inside, I’m thrumming with an ever-intensifying pleasure. Sharp shivers hold me captive as I fight against how damn good his touch feels.
He doesn’t even seem like he’s trying to bring me pleasure—simply grinding his palm against my pussy like some beast would, yet before I realize what’s happened, I’m panting and flushed with arousal.
He presses his masked face against the side of my throat and his tongue pokes out from the slim opening at the mouth to lick at the slim column.
I twitch in his arms at the sudden, abrasive, warm, wet feel of him.
But that’s not to say his tongue doesn’t feel good. It inspires another burst of hot sparks throughout my body as he licks at my throat and grinds his palm into my pussy.
I have no fucking idea what’s happening right now.
How I’ve wound up chased into the woods by some masked beast only to be caught and then fondled to near-orgasm.
Yet as the pleasure rises inside my body, I can’t even bring myself to protest. I find myself arching back against him and grinding into his calloused palm as he licks and then bites at my throat through the mask.
Who even is this man? Why did he chase me? Why has he captured me and started to pleasure me?
I wish I had the answers as he sinks two thick fingers inside me. I cry out at the intrusion, going still again at the feel of him inside me.
His breathing deepens. He nuzzles his masked face against my throat and squeezes me tighter in his arms, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me.
“No…” I pant, pushing back against him. “Stop!”
But my breathy pleas go ignored as he only increases the tempo. His thick fingers slide into me quicker and harder and deeper, and the arm he has barred across my stomach clenches down to steal more air from my lungs.
He heaves uneven, husky breathes as his digits pleasure me, growing rougher and more persistent as he pushes his fingers into me, and I squirm and cry out against the invasion.
It’s like I’m being caught between two halves of myself—one half recognizes this is wrong, so damn wrong, and pushes and thrashes against him.
And then there’s the other part of me, awakened by lust and the pleasurable thrum in my body, eager for more of his rough, suffocating thrusts.
She’s the one who makes me grind back against him and whose pussy ripples around his fingers as he toys with me, adding his thumb to my clit.
Can I really blame her when I’m so close? As pleasure rises up so high and so intense that it hovers for a moment over the edge.
I hold my breath as his thumb flicks at my clit and his fingers sink deep, and then it’s a flood of everything I’ve been keeping inside.
The fear, the curiosity, the loneliness, and excitement and hope.
All of it rushes out of my body in a stream of tingly pleasure. I lock up in his hold as his fingers remain deep inside my slick, throbbing channel.
He pants along with me, his breathing more thick and bestial than ever. It’s almost as if he’s turned on by me surrendering, by the pleasure he’s brought me so abruptly and out of nowhere.
His hot breath brushes against my ear as my mouth falls open and I scream my orgasm in his hold.
The world around me seems to spin, making me feel like I’m on some carnival ride.
Then, as gradually the intense pleasure subsides, I come back to earth and realize I’m clenched in his arms in the middle of the woods.
He licks at my throat a final time as if tasting my pulse, then releases me.
The air rushes in too cold and fast. My legs buckle under me, dropping me to the icy snow on the ground.
I plant my hands in front of me and push myself back up like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time.
But as my gaze sweeps across the snowy woodland, he’s already gone. He’s disappeared into the surrounding trees and snow as quickly as he’d appeared.
I plop back down into the snow, chest rising and falling as I fight to catch my breath.
What the hell just happened?